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ellethespaceunicorn · 1 year

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Hold Me Til I Scream For Air To Breathe

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Sub!Clark Kent x Domme!Reader

Word Count: 1.7K

Summary: For @sillyrabbit81’s follower milestone celebration; Clark needs to give over to his submissive urges, specifically he yearns to be tied up and owned.

Prompt [screenshot at the end]: Slow & Romantic, Tied Up, Clark Kent

Warnings: Subby Clark should be considered a warning, rope bondage (Shibari), poorly hidden Anakin Skywalker quote, oral sex (f/m receiving), cum swallowing

A/N: Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. [I promise I am working on Bright Like The Moon still, but Sub!Clark though!]

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

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It had been days of him dropping hints. He was sending me links to shibari websites, referring to me as Miss without provocation, and kneeling at my feet when I entered a room.

The man was relentless, but I understood it perfectly when he explained it over dinner. He was calm and collected, but I’m sure it took all of the Kryptonian’s strength not to melt.

“I save people all of the time, it feels nice to be so needed. It feels amazing to be in control, don’t get me wrong,” He looks at me while rising from his chair and coming to kneel next to mine, “But I want to relinquish control. I want someone else to have power over me. I want you to own me, Miss. Please, will you help me?”

His politeness always went straight to my pussy. This man could hold the planet but needed to feel protected, I could do that. “I’ll help you, Clark. On one condition.”

“Anything,” he whispers, already slipping into submissive mode.

“You give yourself over to me completely. From this moment on, until you can’t take any more, and I’ll be the judge of that, you are mine to do with whatever I please. Do you understand?” I ponder aloud, my hand ghosting across his jawline.

“Yes, Miss. I understand that you are in control,” he breathes, his blue eyes blazing in the low light of the dining room. Damn, he is such a good little sub already.

“Good boy,” I hum, running my fingers through his curls. Now, I expect a response and when I didn’t get one, I let him know what happens when he does the wrong thing. Grabbing a fistful of his hair and tightening my grip, I growl in his ear. “I didn’t hear a thank you.”

“Thank you, Miss. I’m sorry, Miss,” he whimpers, eyes remorseful.

“Now he gets it,” I purr, releasing my grip on his hair. “You’re going to go to the guest room. You’re going to crawl on your hands and knees. When you get there, you’re going to strip completely and wait for me. When your head is down and your hands are resting on your thighs, I’ll know you’re ready to begin. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Miss, I understand,” he affirms, looking down in servitude.

“Good boy,” I beam, getting up to stand over him, “Go on then, show Miss that you can follow directions.”

“Yes, Miss,” he says, hands going to the floor in front of him as he begins to crawl on his hands and knees through the house, looking for all intents and purposes like a cat stalking after prey. But this time, I was the predator. Watching his shoulder blades shift through his tight dress shirt, his perfect ass swaying in those perfectly tailored dress pants. The man was a vision of lust. And I was ready to tear him apart.

In truth, I did make him wait for just a hairsbreadth longer than I intended to. I took my time getting ready, slipping into some new lingerie Clark had never seen and dabbing his favorite scent on my wrists and neck. I grab the rope and my Hitachi and put on my highest stilettos. I walk slowly to the guest room, letting the click of my heels alert him that I was coming.

Entering the room, I see Clark kneeling with his back to the bed. Head down, hands resting on his thighs. My sub is so good at following the rules. And by the way his cock hangs heavy between his legs, I can tell he is beyond excited to start.

“Such a good boy, waiting so patiently for me,” I purr, stalking over to him and placing one hand within his curls and one on his cheek, “We have a few things to go over and then we can get started, ok baby?”

“Yes, Miss,” he acknowledges his understanding, turning to my hand to kiss my palm.

“That brings us to Rule #1: You don’t get to touch unless I give you permission. I will allow you this one mistake, but be clear that is the only one. Rule #2: You cum when I say you do, no sooner or later. Rule #3: If I ask you what color, you respond with green for good, yellow for slow down, or red for stop. Do you understand these rules?” I step back and raise his chin so he can look me in the eye.

“Yes, Miss, I understand these rules,” he sighed, pupils blown and wild.

“Good boy. To make sure Rule #1 is followed to the letter, I’m going to take away your ability to use your hands. May I begin to restrain you?”

“Yes, Miss,” he agrees, watching me as I pick up the red rope I brought into the room with me.

“Good boy. Stand for me so I can tie your chest and arms,” I croon, waiting until he was at his full height to kiss and nip at his jawline as I untwined the rope slowly.

I find the tails of the rope, holding onto the bight, and begin to tie the Shinju harness across his broad chest. As I tighten the rope every so often, I also tease Clark’s nipples with the soft pads of my fingers. I lean in and lick and bite at his pectoral muscles until he squirms. I connect his arms to the harness, keeping them straight to emphasize his chest as he is forced to stand straighter. I finish and stand back to look at my work.

“We both know you can get out of the rope if you need to. But in keeping with the rest of the night, I’m going to let you out of the ropes if you need to be rid of them. Color?” I prod, suddenly feeling the reality of domming Superman.

“Green, Miss,” he assures, cock bobbing happily between his legs.

I reach down and lightly squeeze the base of his cock and he whimpers. “On your knees facing the bed,” I insist, pushing down on his shoulders. I sit on the bed after taking off my lace thong and I put my shins on his shoulders. “You look hungry, Clark. Why don’t you eat my pussy until I cum on that pretty face of yours?”

“Yes, Miss” he breathes, getting to work with that wicked tongue of his. I don’t understand how he is holding himself up without the use of his hands, but it must be a balance thing. I don’t put too much thought into it as my focus is elsewhere.

Before I know it, Clark is humming around my clit at just the right decibel to have me screaming his name. He then laps up my juices as they flow uncontrollably from me, leaning back after I push him back.

“Thank you, Miss,” he says, ever the polite submissive.

“Such a good boy, you are, Clark. I think you’ve earned an orgasm,” I praise, getting up to grab the Hitachi. I play with the settings, letting the lowest setting stay on while I tease Clark’s nipples. When he starts to wriggle at the sensation, I push the head of the Hitachi against the underside of his balls. This is where the fun begins…

With his balls being stimulated, I lean down and wrap my lips around his cockhead, swirling my tongue. Clark groans so loud and for so long, it feels like his entire being will explode.

“May I please cum, Miss?” he yelps, his breathing fast-paced.

“Cum for me, Clark,” I confirm, watching as Clark’s tension ebbs away. His tightly shut eyes pop open and he cries out as his cock erupts into my eagerly awaiting mouth. After a few seconds, I realize he is still cumming and turn off the Hitachi, putting it to the side. I wait until his cock only twitches but doesn’t release any more spunk and I pull off of him in enough to catch him as he pitches forward.

“Clark, I’m taking off the ropes, ok?” I don’t wait for an answer as I make quick work of releasing his arms and sliding the ropes off of him. I roll him over on his back and see his eyes searching mine. “I’m right here baby, are you ok? I think that orgasm might have been a little too intense.”

“I’m…k. Yeah, in…tense. Thank you…Miss,” he stutters, a lazy grin on his face, cock still twitching.

“You did so good baby, I am so proud of you,” I croon, leaning Clark into my lap while I check his arms and chest for rope burns. When I see nothing to worry about, I run my fingers through his curls. “How are you feeling now, Clark?”

“I think a few brain cells are gone completely but it was so worth it. I think I was deep in subspace for a second there,” he smiles up at me, love beaming in his eyes.

“Yeah, I would say so. That means you really needed it,” I kiss the tip of his nose, “So, I think I know the answer, but for my own ego, how did I do?”

“You took such good care of me. I felt so safe with you. And the way you took charge and realized I needed to end the scene? That was perfect. I couldn’t ask for a better Domme. Thank you, baby,” He brings my face down to his and kisses me.

“You are very welcome. What do you say we go take a bath together and then watch some bad tv?” I smile down at him and wiggle my eyebrows at him.

“That sounds wonderful,” he chuckles and gets up from the floor, reaching his hand out to me.

I take his hand and allow him to lead me to the tub. We bathe and get dressed in comfy jammies and spend the rest of the night watching tv and cuddling.

**Tag List**

Henry Fanfiction: @astheskycries @enchantedbytomandhenry

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#rabbitsmilestone23 #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill #henry cavill characters #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill smut #henry cavill x reader #ellethespaceunicorn fanfic #clark kent #clark kent x reader #clark kent x black reader #clark kent x black!reader

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danses-with-dogmeat · 9 months

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A is for -- Arcade Gannon

Here it is!! The first prompt of the 2k event 😁 And this one was like... perfect? Again, everything was randomized, but this one was just on 'easy mode' for me, I guess, but I'm not complaining! Arcade really is always such a treat <3

I'll be starting a masterlist for the event here, so it's easily accessible for everyone, as well 😊 I hope you all enjoy!

Pair: Arcade x M!Six

Dialogue Prompt: “You’re not okay. You’re shaking.”

Word: Aid

Rating: SFW

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1.2K

Arcade shook his head, eyes closed as they peered into the bright blackness behind his eyelids, arms folded over his chest as he faced out towards the sound of the moving river.

On the nights especially, he’d noticed, he could hear it rushing, albeit slowly, subtly, but still… His ears trained on the sound, waiting, rather impatiently, for the telltale clattering of the barge returning from the Fort.

It had happened a few times, since his banishment to this dusty patch in favor of Six “going in alone,” that the barge had returned with a measly few numbers of legion pigeon-heads. But no Six.

Still. Three days later, and no Six.

Days…

Days, he’s had me sitting here. Camping here. Camping... I don’t even really know where.

Ipse mihi mors erit.

Why does this always happen?

Boy, do I know how to pick em, huh?

But really. You’d think I’d learn my lesson, sometime. I’m an intelligent man. A doctor, and yet, I can’t cure my own damned love-sickness.

Bleh.

Arcade took a deep breath, trying and failing to expel his worries to the hot wind as it swept by the cliffside. It was no use though.

How couldn’t he take me along? Why?

Not only am I his damned partner, but a doctor. Which, okay, who could make any use of a health professional in a potentially dangerous situation?

And I’m… well, sometimes I’m a decent shot–

No guns at the Fort.

Okay, well, I’ve gotten out of my fair share of tussles. This one could work out too. Maybe.

But dammit, he didn't know. Couldn’t know, from all the way out here.

Six, please…

Arcade stopped himself from hoping, thinking that would only damn the courier further.

Instead, he released another sigh, and let his arms fall down to his sides.

Then, his ears pricked, a movement sounded behind him, and Arcade’s head was turning, eyes wide and hardly prepared for a conflict, but raising his fists in defense anyhow.

“Arcade, thank goodness.”

The doctor hardly had time to blink, as Six collapsed forward and into him, arms wrapping so tightly around his body, he was afraid he might suffocate.

“I was worried you’d have left…” Six whispered as Arcade slowly unclenched his prepared fists and returned the hug with an uncharacteristic vigor.

“Yes, well, you certainly kept me waiting long enough to think about it. Multiple times.” He tried to keep his voice from quivering with relief as he spoke, “In fact, I’ll have you know…”

Arcade’s thoughts interrupted his intended quip, at the feel of his partner in his arms. The way he’d changed.

Six was slighter now, malnourished, he was twitchier, and though his partner’s arms were strongly secured around him, it was a sort of tightness that shouted desperation in its most base form. Without even seeing his face, Arcade felt a sort of fear– no, dread– pouring through Six’s embrace that he’d only ever seen with patients so near to death that there was no saving them.

“Six.” Arcade whispered softly as his hands began to tentatively smooth over the rigid planes of his partner’s body. “Why don’t you, ah, let me examine you.”

He began to pull away, but Six’s grip was like wrought iron.

“What?” He whispered, his voice feral. As though letting go would truly mean his end.

Arcade gulped, his jaw clenched tight.

“There… just seems like there’s something wrong, amor. Well, more than usual, anyway.” Arcade added, trying to keep his tone lighter, despite the circumstances calling for a more somber timbre.

“I’m fine, Arcade.” Six ignored his play at levity, still retaining an intensity that put Arcade on edge– over the edge, even.

“Please.” Six’s voice broke briefly as he continued his plea, “Just let me–”

“You’re not fine, Six. You’re shaking.” This time, the doctor pulled away more gruffly, catching his partner’s eye before he had a chance to protest. “You look half-starved, you’re twitching like a jet addict, holding me like you’ll fall apart if I even think about letting go…”

Six still didn’t look like he’d yield, his hands still clenching painfully to Arcade’s forearms as he tried in vain to pull back and away.

“It’ll make me feel better, if nothing else.” He tried one more time, “Let me take care of you, Six. For once.”

“You take care of me.” Six whispered defensively, avoiding his partner’s eyes, despite Arcade's efforts.

“Yeah, only when you complain loud enough.” Arcade threw him a half smile as he slowly slid his arms out of Six’s death-hold. Their hands clasped together when they met, and the doctor gently pulled his companion to the stump nearest to his measly camp’s center.

He hadn’t wanted to risk making a fire all these nights, but there was a hint of a place for one dug out in the earth near to his tent. The stump beside the would-be fire pit had been his seat for the few days he spent here, looking out towards the river, desperately wondering when his partner’s barge would appear.

And yet, it never had...

“This time you’ll get it on the house.” Arcade told him, humor thrust into the words to try and keep the atmosphere light.

But there's certainly loads more he's not telling me.

The doctor could hardly breathe as Six finally, reluctantly, sat onto the stump.

With time, maybe. Oh, sed ita me sollicitat.

Arcade's hands shook as he began the examination, running his fingers over Six’s shoulders, his back, his sides, his chest.

“Tell me if you feel any pain.”

Six only stared ahead, his body jerking in small tremors, the shadows under his eyes emphasizing the hazy gloss to them, but through it all, he managed to nod in understanding.

Arcade swallowed hard, his panic rising as he found little physically wrong with the courier; yet, undoubtedly, there was something out of order.

He’d never seen his partner so passive before, so quiet, so stern. With furrowed blond brows, Arcade grabbed his stethoscope out from his tent and began to check his breathing and heartbeat.

There… There was a problem.

Six’s heartbeat was off the charts, his breathing more rapid than any seated person’s should be.

“Hoc non potest esse… Six, what happened?” Arcade whispered as he knelt before his partner, bright green eyes meeting fogged windows as the doctor caught his gaze.

The courier shook his head.

“I’ll be fine,” He rasped, “Just need to get away from here. Need… some time, just with you.”

Arcade’s chest ached as Six’s hand grasped at him, as he slid down to join his partner on the ground at the foot of the stump. Kneeling in the dirt, Six pulled him into another tight hug.

“That…” Arcade began, his hands settling around his partner once more, this time truly allowing the relief to settle in.

He’s back. Six is here.

He's... different, but he's back with me again.

We’re going to be okay.

Spero...

As much as he wanted to pry, to try and help his partner further, to understand all that happened, all that was going on, Arcade couldn't help but admit that the courier's idea was more than idyllic.

With a deep breath, he expelled the built up worries as best he could. For the time being.

“That... sounds wonderful, Six.”

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factorialsotherfandoms · 5 months

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Hi we're back on the XCOM au bullshit again. Mike's finally getting rescued! Though you'll have to wait some more for him to wake up and to assess how bad the damage is.

The distinction of 'mind' and 'soul' isn't really... it's vibes. Only the people who deal with this regularly even notice they're different things, and a soul-bond links /both/ so... yeah whatever. Cellbit could probably write you an essay on it, which Pac and Mike would immediately disprove by existing.

Pac is running on three cups of coffee, two hours of sleep, and a cereal bar. There's an energy drink shoved in his grenade pouch, and he's saving it for if things really go to shit. He probably deserves the judgemental looks his colleagues are giving him, but he hides in his hood and just pretends to be extremely focused on the lock he is picking.

To be fair, he does need to be; usually a simple action, but it's only been three hours since he returned with Fit, and-

And the less he thinks of that the better.

Forever had been kind enough to radio the helicopter and let them know Fit was out of surgery and expected to make a full recovery. Pac really, really cannot ask for anything more. Not when his own inattention was at fault.

In part at fault - entirely his fault and Mike be damned they'd have delayed the mission another few hours - but in part at fault.

The lock comes free. Pac catches it, not risking a sound as it falls, and glances back at the two behind him.

It's a small squad for a precarious mission; Pac, using their soulbond to track Mike through the building, and both Philza and Bad fully stocked with medkits and potions. Bad's Ghostie has the hack clients up ready for the electric locks, while Philza's Crow is in survey mode. He thinks Bad has the command, but he'll admit to not being entirely sure. Just... He knows Philza hates being in command, for all he's entrusted with it constantly.

Sure enough, it is Bad who gestures for Pac to go on.

He slips through the gate, out of the long burnt-out warehouse Niki dropped them off behind before taking back to the safety of the skies. She'll also be running on coffee and energy drinks soon enough - Cellbit's leading a squad half the world away in Lagos as they work, and while they were dropped off yesterday, she'll have to pick them up as soon as Mike is safe.

Or dead, but Pac doesn't like thinking of that option.

He tugs on their bond, just in case - Mike is still there, but unresponsive. Just as he's been for days. There was a spike of confusion a little while after his desperate grabbing, but otherwise... Otherwise nothing.

Pac is worried, he's so worried, but all that stands between his soulmate and safety is one building full of armed guards, and Pac's ability to stay on task.

It's a big facility, it's so big. Even with Crow scanning for him Philza would never be able to search the place without getting caught. They're relying on Pac and Mike's soul-bond to find him, and Pac can only hope Mike's strong enough for that to work.

Beyond the gate is a wall, and over the wall is a road, and the road leads to the facility and then onwards to Mike.

It's been months - two, nearly three months - since Pac last saw Mike, last heard him with his ears, yelling as he was kidnapped, screaming for Pac to run and Pac - Pac has taken so long to find him. It's taken so long, and the torture and-

Bad places a hand on his shoulder.

And he'll have Mike soon, he just needs to remember to breathe.

He ignores the concerned glances, and instead whispers, "he's not on this side. He's North."

"How far?"

"I... don't know," Pac admits. "He's... too weak for the difference to mean much until we get close."

Bad nods an okay, while Philza whispers a curse under his breath. Whatever caused it, he waves off the immediate worry.

"We go around the west," Philza says. "There's fewer turrets. And Pac?"

Pac nods.

"Remember... If they catch us, they will just fucking kill Mike."

... Pac already knew that, but takes the opportunity to down the energy drink just in case.

He doesn't need telling to keep to cover - none of them do. There's raised fences along the sides of the roads, used to guide self-driving vehicles. They're just tall enough to hide behind, so long as they don't get spotted running across.

The road wraps around the facility - Pac has seen the maps, he knows this. If they just use it to run up... Just use this cover to run up, then hopefully they can track down Mike.

A couple of minutes of ducking in and out of cover, and Mike's presence is stronger. Pac gives another tug.

Still no response, still not even the whisper of a thought.

He prays it's drugs. He prays and prays to the Blessed Virgin that it's drugs and not brain damage keeping him so deeply asleep.

They're about a third of the way down the complex. Pac goes to get up, only for Crow to skim over his head. Instinctively Pac drops back to the floor, waiting.

Seconds later, boots on the road.

He's close enough to hear the plates of the guard's armour clink on one another as they walk, close enough to hear their alien chatter, close enough to smell the heat on their guns.

There's a metre high concrete fence between him and them. He stays low, and bites his lips, and begs himself not to whimper - not for Mike, and not for Fit.

He stays on the floor. He stays low on the floor, arms over his head. Stay still, stay still, blend in to the street and they won't see you - you won't ever be hurt again.

He stays on the floor, stays hidden from sight, long after the pair have passed. He barely breathes, barely dares to, not with Mike on the line, not when he doesn't know when the next patrol will pass.

It takes Philza running over, tugging at his arm, to get him back on his feet.

"Felipe," he whispers, whine in his voice as his hands tremble and his eyes remain wide.

"They're gone," an equally quiet voice replies. "How far?"

Pac closes his eyes, and reaches for Mike.

"Maybe... same, twice the same? It's hard," he shakes his head.

"Don't worry about it, mate, we can always do this the old way."

They can't - they all know it - but it's nice to know someone would try.

Bad, having been covering them from the treeline, slips back into view. He gestures north, they nod, and carry on.

The three of them stick closer now, just a couple of metres between each of them. Pac can finally, finally, almost feel Mike without concentrating again. He lingers like a word on the tip of his tongue, a silent presence pressed nearby.

Pac nearly sobs.

He doesn't, but nearly.

"We're close," he whispers instead.

He receives two nods, and the focus changes - no longer do they head north, instead they start searching for a way in.

There's a few doors they can see, all closed. Opening them... It's a risk - there could be something on the other side, and they'd never know until the entire facility is on high alert.

But then, they don't have a choice.

"Fuck," Philza hisses, a little too loud.

Pac looks to him, then follows his gaze, and whispers a soft "/fuck me/" when he sees what Philza saw.

There's a window - electric laser bars, not one they can jump through. Inside is a row of cells and Pac's heart knows that, yes, this is where Mike is. There's even an open door at one end, left wide for the workers handling some sort of delivery.

There is also a code.

There's a code, escorted by two guards, walking right where they need to be.

"Let me guess," Bad whispers. "That's where Mike is?"

Pac gives an apologetic nod, and Philza even gets away with swearing once again.

The three of them could probably take out a code - in isolation. The problem isn't the code, necessarily, it's the facility full of guards, and other creatures, and the strict time limit they have between being spotted and Mike being killed.

The three of them glance between one another, each hoping another makes a plan.

"We hope for a long patrol route," Philza whispers. "Do you know which cell?"

"I'd need to be closer."

Pac is certain he will be able to tell which cell, now that Mike rests concerningly still in his mind. At a distance Pac could pretend it was merely sleep, but here, so close... Mike is either suppressed in his own mind, or a lot of it is gone.

He thinks of the claws, and the sharp separation, he think-

He thinks he shouldn't be thinking about this.

They wait in the shadows, watching the path of the code. Eventually it turns, it and its guards moving away. The workers are by the delivery truck not the door, arguing with the driver in a way seemingly unlikely to end soon.

Bad risks moving first, setting himself beside the doorway. He gestures the other two of them forwards, even as Ghostie makes its way to the control panel.

As Pac watches the robot connects, and runs its code. Seconds later he hears the doors unlock, and sees the smug grin of Bad as he fails to trip the alarm.

It's still going to happen - either when he opens the cell door or when they call Niki over with the flares.

Pac closes his eyes, and feels for Mike - not just feels, but reaches along their bond and feels where it goes.

He raises two fingers, and hope they understand.

One second, and that's all Pac can stand - Mike is right there, right there, just within touching distance! He leaves Bad and Philza to work out the details, and rushes over to the door.

He throws it open.

An alarm finally sounds.

And there is Mike, Mike, Mike! He lays awkwardly on the floor, as though he was bodily thrown in there and hasn't moved since. If there was any blood it's long dry and cracked away, but there's a thinness in his face that Pac hasn't seen since they were teenagers on the streets - too young to work, too old to be bought a meal, not yet as quick with their fingers as they would one day be.

He's breathing, though - it's slow and shallow, but he's breathing, and Pac hides a sob in the sound of the alarm.

Philza's Crow flies over Pac's shoulder, and swoops down towards Mike. It released one of the splash potions it is loaded with, the hazey mist of healing pressing against Mike's skin.

It won't cure what's wrong - Pac knows that intimately - but it will have stabalised whichever wounds Mike has.

Pac doesn't wait for the Crow to return; he slips his arms around Mike, pulling him against him. For a moment he merely clings to him, soaking himself in Mike and Mike in himself, before - before he remembers the code outside.

He adjusts his grip on Mike, and slips out of the cell.

Niki has already been called - is already here, even, she must have been hovering very close by. Bad and Philza nod to him, guns ready to cover as he gets Mike to safety and away.

Pac doesn't thank them, he can't think to; he just makes sure Mike is secure, and begins scrambling up the ladder.

Even inside he doesn't wait; without knowing his injuries Pac dares not put Mike in one of the seats, instead pulling out the stretcher and affixing it to the floor. By the time he's done that Bad and Philza are back inside, the door shutting and Niki pulling the helicopter back to the skies - getting the distance before the turrets can realign and shoot them from the sky.

Neither Bad nor Philza touch Mike - Pac thinks he might have stabbed them if they dared - but they do help with the straps. Keeping him still, keeping him safe. The two of them assess for obvious injuries - bad bruising on both the back and front of his head, torn out finger nails, electrical burns, cuts and bruises and broken bones of torture.

Pac feels... Pac feels sick.

He doesn't strap into a seat, not like he's supposed to. Instead he perches at Mike's side - keeps a grab rail in range just in case, and picks up an abused hand.

It's so cold.

He clings to Mike, with mind body and soul. Mike is with him, Mike is safe - he reaches out with the bond and finds where Mike is, and eases himself around him. He can't hug Mike, not with his injuries, not like he wants to - but in soul he can cradle him all the same.

Mike's mind is still worryingly quiet - Pac's scared, no Pac's terrified, because he doesn't know what that means for his soulmate to be so blank - but there is a response. Mike's soul shifts, presses back against Pac's. He's listless, confused, pained, and deeply wounded, but he presses back, leans into the metaphysical hug.

Pac clings tighter to him, allows his body to sob in relief.

He traces the scars Curucho left on Mike - some of them still open, gaping wounds. Closer, now, he can do more; the metaphysics he doesn't quite understand, but they know what works. He doesn't touch the shreds scattered around, leaves them for now, but where wounds in Mike's mind and soul keep bleeding...

Pac sings in his soul, imagines butterfly stitches, makes them of his own essence and presses them to the wounds. They are not healed, not really, but Pac's essence is shaped in the form of healing and blended into Mike's,

Just like when they were children with scraped knees and blistered hands, he thinks of kissing each one.

By the end of it he's exhausted, but Mike doesn't seem in as much pain any more. He's still so deep Pac can only hold him - there are no dreams for Pac to wander into, and no way to pull him from the sleep - but hold him he can. Holds his hand in body while he sobs, wraps around him in mind and soul and lets their essences merge together.

Just at the edges - Mike isn't aware enough to truly merge - but the gentle blur is back, the space between them where it's neither Pac nor Mike, but something greater than their parts.

He drinks the comfort of Mike, Mike, Mike, and hopes that - to whatever amount he is able - Mike can find comfort in Pac, Pac, Pac.

#qsmp x xcom #qsmp fanfic #qsmp pac #qsmp mike #qsmp tazercraft #mike's back on the island!!! i guess i'll rescue him in au lol #but night off actual streams tonight #i don't really like watching streams at the weekend #i meant to have a sensible night but its 20 past 11 and hell yeah I'm putting this on ao3 as soon as I've hit post #which means editting blegh #phil and bad are also here

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Dangerously Bad

Pairing: Bron Breakker x Fem Reader

Summary: Next Part following The Champion Couple:

Cleared of her injury while taking some time off, Bron treats his girlfriend to a wonderful day, saving his gift for last, letting her have fun being what she has always been, a bad girl...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Oral M receiving, creampie)

Word Count: 1.6k

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @damnnhausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @cuzimacomedian @april-jeanette-wagner @starwithaheart @seeingstarks

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

After taking a few days to let my arm rest, it was time for the big gift that Bron promised me. We had such an amazing day, going out for some fun, letting me get dressed up nice for our dinner, but I could tell that this wasn't the only thing that he had in store for me.

"Alright baby boy," My dress twirled around with my hair, smiling at him, hand signaling to go up as my hand caressed the railing of the stairs, "What's-"

Bron sent me squealing in giggles, much stronger than my twirl, hands covering my eyes, instructing:

"Just go up the stairs. I'll guide you."

"Ooo," I giggled more, listening and heading up the stairs slowly with his assistance, coming to a stop to learn that I was in the bathroom.

"See that there?" Bron pointed to the counter, a black store bag waiting for me on the counter, whispering in my ear, "I'll be in the bedroom. You'll know exactly what to do."

My smile only grew dirtier and dirtier, opening the bag with an evil laugh. In the mirror, seeing this rose-pink lingerie, fitting flawlessly, bra straps lined with rhinestone as well as the garter belt, panties crotchless, even silver pumps to match, and when I fixed my hair?

It looked like it was made just for me; Bron definitely had ideas while getting this for me.

I didn't want to have him out there alone too long, spraying some soft perfume, making sure my bra was secure, then turning the light off, opening the door, and leaning against the door frame.

Candles were lighting the room, not what I expected but it was so precious and really set the mood, keeping that sexy smile that I had, when I was in the mood to show off and more importantly, run the show.

"Knew that was perfect for you," Bron smiled, looking up from the floor, scaling every inch of the lingerie on me, meeting my gaze when I whispered:

"That right, baby boy?"

His smile grew with his nod, already just down to his boxer, erection growing harder from just looking, "You gonna come over here or just stand there looking all sexy?"

"I mean," Standing up straight, I was in beast mode, still teasing though, "I can just stand there looking all sexy."

"Don't be like that," His arms reeled me in once I was close enough, feeling the soft lace of my garter belt, looking up my breasts and into my eyes, "I know for a fact that you can be in action and still look sexy as hell."

"Fucking right," I let my nails graze the scruff on his cheek, holding his face to kiss and guiding his back to the mattress, letting him fix himself on the pillows, then crawling slowly on top of him, smoothing out the lace, stone giving off sparkles against the wall from the candlelight.

"Got damn," He was so lost already, eyes filled with lust, "You are just so fine, baby."

"You sure knew exactly what to get," I smiled down at it, straddling him and grinding against his cock, "I love it."

"You've been working hard and I know how much that arm has been hurting so I figured I'd get you something that would really make you feel yourself," He smiled back, "Let you be the bad girl that you are."

"Oh yeah?" I laughed devilishly, taking his wrists and pinning them down, kissing with my tongue, "You're going to get the bad girl tonight."

"Must be serious." He wiggled his wrists softly, strong enough to overpower me whenever he wanted, but stayed in place, noticing his breathing quickening with my chest pressed against his, biting his lower lip:

"The one chance I have you down on your back? Not letting it slip by, baby boy."

I wasn't letting anymore come out of him, kissing down his neck where I learned he had a small soft spot, making sure to leave behind some bites and hickeys, kissing over his chest, sitting up to let him kick off his boxers and the moment his legs settled?

Looking back, I think it was the very first gasp I got out of him, how quick I took his cock down my throat, nose at his base, locking eyes and sucking hard on the way back up, letting his tip pop free when I noticed how he sat up a little:

"You know, you have been so good to me lately, so you just lay back and relax."

"Y/N, just-" He wasn't sure what to say, taking a handful of my hair when I swallowed all of his cock again, no hands need, just up and down, all the way till I couldn't take anymore and my jaw hurt, getting him to throb even by the time I stopped.

"I know that look," Bron noticed, taking a deep breath as I climbed back up to my knees, tilting my head at him, "That look when you're about to do something bad."

I was laughing a little because he was right, that expression always appeared on my face so naturally that I couldn't sense it. He already knew, not exactly what, so I just gave it to him.

Falling back on my hands, I kicked my legs out, letting the heels fly off, almost knipping up a little so I was on my feet, in a squatting position, cocking my eyebrow:

"What's so bad about this?"

He kept his eyes focused between my legs, but couldn't control his head falling back, dropping on every inch of his cock, grinding a little to please myself, feeling that nudge of his tip in my sweet spot.

"Like it like that, hm?" I held off some moans for a moment, leaning back a little further and giving a quicker roll, rising up a little just so he could see how soaked I was, taking all of him again.

"Fuck yeah, I like it like that," He held onto my knees for a moment, creating a stronger wave with a pull, but his hands dropped when I sat up straight, looking down through my hair and reminding:

"Told you that I would give you the match of your life. Didn't say when."

He tried hiding his panting and groans with a small laugh at my comment, eyes shutting tight for a moment when I repositioned and strengthed my squat, bouncing up and down on his cock so fast, knowing how my moans were like music to his ears, hitting as deep as possible every time, devilish smile back on my face when I heard him mumble under his breath:

"Ain't out just yet."

"Don't be like that," I pouted softly, making sure we made eye contact so he could see how sweet, but dirty my smile and voice were, "I already know you love me riding your dick."

"I do, baby," He nodded, thrusting his hips up and it pushed me to a soft scream, body loving it and adrenaline making me move faster, throwing my head to moan and let out some of those soft screams as he thrusted a few more times, but my speed always prevailed.

Letting me do my own thing, it didn't take much longer to feel an ache in my knees and hips, walls tightening and with shortened breath, I was beginning to slow down a little, but he held my thighs up, obviously close to the edge himself, but encouraging:

"You can do it, baby. I wanna watch you cum all over me."

"You have the good view," I chuckled softly, taking a second to recollect myself then going off, leaning back again and squeezing the hell out of his thighs, growing so hot and breathless, a few more hard hits to the sweet spot having me cry out, "Fuck, Bron! I'm gonna cum so hard!"

"Let me see i-" He began, but bit his lip hard, eyes fixed between my legs, watching how much slick and how hard I came, drowning his cock and making a mess on his thighs, still bouncing through it till I couldn't breathe, feeling his cock throbbing again.

"Go ahead, baby boy," I whispered faintly, dropping to my knees, keeping our hips pinned but still keeping the throbbing around, rolling them as quickly as I could, till he took my wrist, pulling me to his chest, holding me in a tight hug, keeping me whining and moaning in his ear while he went off with the last burst of energy he had.

The friction had me aching slight from being so tight around him meanwhile he was just so damn fast, throbbing so hard, not breathing and gasping for air when he kept our hips pinned, my mouth wide open on his chest, registering the feeling of his heat shooting, sending trembles like waves through me because of the intensity.

"You're dangerous," He whispered, having me confused, till he finished, "Have this feeling you're going to start buying some hot lingerie now."

"Ooo," I barely giggled, whispering in his ear, "Find another weakness of yours, aye?"

"You know how to be bad and I think I just gave you more ideas," He giggled back, tired eyes saying I was right.

"Sure did," I kissed his cheek softly, teasing some more, "Never know when I just might pull a stunt."

#wrestling #wrestling imagine #wrestling fic #wrestling smut #wwe #wwe imagine #wwe fic #wwe smut #nxt #nxt imagine #nxt fic #nxt smut #bron breakker #bron breakker x reader #bron breakker fic #bron breakker imagine #bron breakker smut #read and enjoy

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khaoticsincubus · 1 year

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Rire nsfw 18+

Rire x Roach

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So I've been trying to sketch or finalize this whole concept either as a comic or something but fuck it I'm impatient and I might as well just not

⚠️ Disclaimer that this is a figment of imagination. Any association with IRL people, events, or situations is purely coincidental. ⚠️ Warning: mentions of drugs, alcohol, acts of harm, mentions desperate monster fucking

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Roach

I just wanted a change of pace. Looking into the given options, the Jazz lounge seems best for now. Not really a fan of jazz but suppose it could help with not drinking (or consuming alcohol or drugs) for the night.

It was a bit crowded, but by luck there was a stool slightly further away from the occupied ones. Somebody must've recently left it.

'finders keeper, losers weepers'

I whispered in hurrah. So what if the previous occupant may just have gone to the restroom? There's no nametag on this baby.

A song or two went by and I ordered any other good thing that doesn't involve old habits coming to latch onto me and ruining a night that's been but a smooth ride.

Place was kinda alright, not really my usual vibe but it'll do...

???: Good evening

I look at the fancy hippie looming over me, drink in hand. Elegant, poised, the complete opposite of who I am. I feel like a don't belong and the hair on my neck starts tickling me, I didn't even notice til now the air was freezing. I was fucking sweaty when I came in.

???: You here alone?

Oh... Hi there...

I fucked up. That didn't seem like a good way to introduce my ass.

He raises his eyebrow in subtlety. His eyes staring down at me, judging me, I know. How else would he not, the guy's wearing glasses in door. Fucking indoors! Or maybe he got eye problems. Is he half blind of something-

No, no I shouldn't be thinking these kind of shit.

Be cool, be cool.

I quickly wipe my moist palm on my clothes, and it left clear marks. I'm already in panic mode why did it get worse?

It's gonna get worse, the night is gonna get worse, oh gawd, I wanna cry, I wanna run away and erase my identity and never return any where near back here again.

Yeah, I'll do just that...

???: Enjoying the music?

THAT tone. Was it mockery or amusement?

...I-It's quite nice...

Ok....... Yeah.....

I wheezed the rest slowly trying to curl into a ball- wait no I'm supposed to stand up as I greet him-

Not agAiN!

I heard him chuckle, I'm dead, please no more. It's hell. I wanna scream. I want to run out but it'll just catch the rest of the population's attention. Fuck my ass.

The grin he has... I jolted up, shaking, apologizing for my manners; I can't keep a calm composure doing this it's a mistake itsabigmistakeaverybigoneforcominghereIHAVESOMANYREGRETSIDONTTHINKILLBEGOINGOUTANYTIMESOON!

I'm Roach btw

I squeaked, hoping for a last ditch effort to save what remains of my confidence.

???: Oh my, how ill-mannered of me as well, I should have given you the pleasure of introduction first. I did approach you to begin with.

The names Rire -Timeskip-

So you're basically a very mentally unwell hypersexual monsterfucker who happened upon Rire, who recently revealed himself as a demon.

He toys with you swinging your fragile neck between life and death but you didn't care. You Want him. As a fuck buddy, as your master, or is it because of those tentacles?

That didn't matter cuz all you ever know going on inside your head was an obsession with him.

Rire: What are you looking at?

You: Nothing

He's not tolerating your attitude this time. He just doesn't feel like playing, you thought.

He grabs you whole with multiple tentacles crushing you slowly as he dangles your body upside down as you violently swing back and forth against gravity.

As you hold onto your steady breathing a smirk came out quickly turning into an uncontrolled grin. A smug one you can't stop doing no matter how you try to move your facial muscles.

Damn the masochism is showing and you can't recall if you ever shown Rire this side before.

He's pissed at you, bringing you closer, and his heated breath over your flustered face.

Rire: Something to humor me, meat?

That didn't sound like a fucking question and you knew it. But your insides just fluttered and did backflips in excitement. You wanted more of this you barely notice you were badly drooling and your breathing ragged. He still has a vice grip on your body, aching and partially numb, and yet all you could focus on is Rire.

His eyes peered over his glasses, piss yellow yet so entrancing.

The voice at the back of your head gives up questioning why are you acting like this? The first time you actually encounter a demon and all you could think of is your monster fucking dreams coming to reality. It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and you still doubt yourself if this is reality or not but it feels so real you wanted to get to him as quick as you can, bonus points are the tentacles he controls however he wants.

The. Fucking. Potential.

Completely lost in your thoughts he thrashed you into the wall hard and a thump echoed.

You try to stand up but fell and rolled down your knees, disoriented and warm. But it's a different kind of warm. Your vision gets tints of red. You were fucking bleeding.

Were you gonna die?

Without getting the experience of a lifetime?!

So close, you're so close you cried in the most humiliating way your body could. You wanted to cry- yes, but NOT LIKE THIS.

Now Rire just wants to kill you off, patience long gone.

He brings you mid air and starts shoving a tentacle in your mouth. You didn't get time to breathe and made choking noises that made you almost hurl but the thick tentacle was blocking the way. You took one last glance at him hoping to get your way of dying- IN GLORY!

You make a whining moan as you try to smile while the tentacle was halfway into your stomach, feeling like it's about to explode.

It's the end, he's not budging and you're done for.

Damn. You didn't even get to enjoy this. Irrational, uncivilized, the complete opposite of who Rire is.

His stupid piss colored eyes. His thicc ass tentacles, his grin that made it better, his fucking face you just wanna punch over and over and over.... And over....

YOU DIED

#lucien rire #rire #boyfriend to death #btd #btd oc #tentacles #monster fucker #btd rire

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I love you. You’re mine. I’ll kill any bastard who tries to take you from me.

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

Kukki looked up at him with glossy eyes, in part due to the strong feelings that Fuji's words evoked, and on another note because of the tears that were still gathered in the corners of her eyes. A natural physical reaction to the slight shock she'd just went through, perhaps, similar to her quickened pulse and the loud beating of her heart inside of her chest. "Fuji..." She whispered the vampire's name and wrapped her arms around him into a tight hug.

Mere minutes prior, Kukki was calmly doing the finishing touches to the cleaning behind the counter in the cafe, getting ready to close shop, when she was accosted by unwanted company from a strange man. She had to often work the closing shift due to her need for money to support herself as a student that lived on her own, so even if she wasn't a huge fan of it, there wasn't much of a choice. The place she worked at had the female employees wear some ridiculous maid outfits, as per the usual thematic of the coffee shops in the area, so that often attracted a lot of unwanted attention from some of the creepier kinds of customers frequenting the establishment and more often than not, Kukki had to scare off some annoying bastard trying to get her number or /charm/ her.

Usually she was able to get rid of these guys easily, by scaring them off with her words and dark aura or by threatening them with a good beating after a single punch thrown their way (if they tried doing something), but this time around it seemed that she'd encountered the worst type of creep, because he wasn't deterred even when she'd slapped him for daring to grab her butt. The weirdo then went on to grab her wrist so forcefully and brutally that Kukki even let out a pained gasp, almost sure that this'll leave bruises on her pale skin.

For once, Kukki felt actual fear washing over her, panic starting to arise from the depths of her being. She was about to let out a scream and go into full savage fight mode, when her salvation came in the form of a ringed fist slamming into the pervert's face, forcing him to let go of Kukki. The man then fell to the ground, as another figure rushed him like a wild animal, unleashing a swarm of punches over him. That's when Kukki realized the person assaulting the creep now was Fuji and this new side of him, full of wrath and pure violence as he turned the pervert to a bloody pulp, was a frightful sight that left her speechless, but also fascinated.

While someone else might've gotten terrified or appalled by the vampire's brute force, Kukki only felt her admiration and love for him grow even more. Even if he wasn't one to frequent this kind of place, Fuji had come here just for her and subsequently saved her from a terrible fate. And the fact that he could and would have killed someone just for her made the silver haired woman realize just how much she meant to him. If she only crushed onto him before, after this moment Kukki was sure that she'd fallen completely and madly in love with her new boyfriend.

This realization soon materialized in Fuji's own words and declaration of love once he turned back to Kukki, checking if she was okay. "Ah... I-I love you too, Fuji! I love you so damn much! Thank you for coming for me and for saving me!" She was still shaking, even if the fear had quickly subsided even before the man was done beating the creep.

#rp with kukki #anemiarp #kukki x fuji

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waywardxrhea · 5 months

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Part Eight - Just Keep Driving

[slow burn romance between Steve Rogers and SHIELD agent Emma Baker]

Warnings: 18+, contains humor, fluff, mental health, family trauma, romance, angst, language, violence, (potentially smut later on).

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Word count: 3.5k

Emma documents a STRIKE team mission and then is questioned by Fury about suspicions they both have following the mission.

After making it to HQ and getting her equipment, Emma sprints onto the ship right as they're shutting the ramp. Romanoff and Steve are already being briefed on the mission while other agents listen in and get geared up. While this is going on, Emma stays toward the edges of the crowd, making herself scarce besides when she needs to set a camera up on an agent's vest. Between securing cameras, she activates the earpiece that would loop her into all the action going on when the mission is happening so she can report everything back to HQ.

After setting up for a few minutes, Emma walks up to Steve to place the small camera on his new suit that came courtesy of joining STRIKE. "Hey Em," he says offhandedly while still listening to the briefing as she attaches the camera to his suit. Emma smiles and pats his shoulder when she's done, not wanting to interrupt his concentration.

As Emma walks away right as the briefing is wrapped up, she hears Romanoff ask Steve, "Do you have anything fun planned for Saturday night?" Emma's heart skips a beat upon hearing the question, a thought in the back of her mind hoping he didn't. Maybe she could ask him to do something together...

"Well all the guys from my barbershop quartet are dead, so, no not really," she hears him reply, a small smile slipping onto her lips at the response.

As this exchange is happening, a voice comes over the speakers informing Cap that the drop-zone is coming up. He starts preparing himself for the jump while Romanoff looks at him and says, "You know, if you asked Kristen from statistics, she'd probably say yes."

A spark of jealousy flickers in Emma's heart that is doused when Steve replies with, "That's why I don't ask."

"Too shy or too scared?"

"Too busy!" he shouts before jumping out of the jet.

"Was he wearing a chute?" Emma asks, her eyebrows furrowed, as she wanders back over to Romanoff with a camera for the mission. She holds it up in an offer but Romanoff just shakes her head before slipping on her parachute and jumping out of the jet.

Emma sighs and goes to her spot where her laptop lay open ready to have video from her drone and the team's cameras fed to it. When she sits down, she picks up the tablet that controls her drone, activates the camouflage mode, and sends it down to film the mission.

She keeps a safe distance from the ship while capturing Cap flawlessly taking out the occupants of the ship by himself. "Damn..." she whispers as she watches the action.

Emma watches a man pull a gun on Steve, and scoots forward to the edge of her seat because of the anxiety building in her body. At that moment though, the parachuting agents land on the deck with Agent Rumlow shooting the gunman down before he could get a shot at Steve. Emma sinks back in her chair in relief and lets go of a breath she didn't know she was holding, grateful to Rumlow for saving his life.

From the coms feed, Emma can hear Romanoff continue her pestering of Steve with, "What about that nurse who lives across the hall from you?"

Emma's eyes turn down to her lap once more, the spark of jealousy reigniting inside of her as she remembers their encounter from this morning. The woman was perfect. She was a nurse, blonde, nice... Emma shakes her head to get the thought of the woman out of her head, needing to focus on documenting the mission, not her unwarranted jealousy.

"Baker, how close can you get that thing?" one of the agents in charge asks, walking up behind her.

"Pretty close, but nothing too up close and personal, this thing isn't the best at maneuvering tight spaces. That's why we've got the body cams." She shows them what she means by switching the feed she is viewing from the wide drone shot to the more focused body cameras attached to the agents' vests.

"Well get as close as possible with the drone. Fury wants all we can get on this one considering the high-profile faces we're rescuing here."

Emma nods and looks at a schematic before deciding to approach the ship from an inconspicuous vantage point where she sees the main man in charge, Batroc, giving orders in a room far away from the hostages. "Wow, big man, not even doing your own dirty work..." she mumbles to herself.

From there, Emma pans out to capture the STRIKE agents scaling down the side of the ship for breach. Over the earpieces, she can hear Romanoff in a conflict but doesn't have any footage of it because once again, she didn't let Emma set up a camera on her.

This wasn't even remotely the first time this has happened either. Before missions, Romanoff always told her, "I prefer for no one to have access to my fighting style, thanks," which always irks Emma, but she tries to be rational and understanding to her point of view. She is after all one of the best spies in the world, she probably has reason for not wanting anyone to know her fighting style.

The struggle on Romanoff's side stops and she informs Cap that the engine room is secured. In response, Steve orders the team to take action, so Emma places her drone to where she can capture as much of the ensuing breach she she can. As Emma films the team's taking of the hostage room, she begins writing a headline for the article, coming up with something that would easily capture everyone's attention.

Since starting the assignment with STRIKE, Emma's writing only gets seen by a limited number of people, mostly just agents, but she tries to keep them informed on the happenings of the team. She always wants to make sure the agents know that they are working for an agency that is doing great things for this world, one criminal capture or hostage breakout at a time.

After capturing the breach, Emma hears Steve getting into a fight and flies the drone to capture it. The drone arrives right on time to watch him going toe to toe with Batroc. "What is this guy, an acrobat?" Emma asks out loud, but no one hears her, so she laughs at her joke by herself. During the fight, couple of wandering techs gather around the laptop to watch the action with Emma after hearing the commotion on the coms themselves.

When Steve puts his shield on his back and takes off his helmet before squaring up to the man again, one of the techs asks, "Is he trying to get himself hurt?"

Emma shakes her head in slight disbelief as she continues filming, saying, "He should be fine. Hopefully." They watch as Steve tackles Batroc into a room and Emma laughs quietly, telling them, "See?"

After a few seconds, there's an explosion coming from that same room, and the tech lightly punches Emma in the shoulder, laughing as he tells her, "See?"

After capturing more footage and ensuring all the agents and hostages are okay, everyone begins loading back onto the jet. Emma takes cameras off of everyone and gathers earpieces while they head back to HQ for the debrief.

The whole ride back, Emma is processing, editing, and stitching together her footage as well as starting on her article for the agency paper, so she doesn't get time to congratulate Steve or anyone on a successful mission. As the jet lands, Emma is about to head off to talk to Steve when she is requested to immediately head to her superior in the newsroom to give her the files she captured that day.

After going over everything from the mission, Emma sends a text to Steve that says, You did great on the mission, Cap. I captured some really good stuff, it'll make you look great ;) She hits send with a slight tremble in her hand and heads back to her apartment to regroup.

When she is showered and relaxed once more, she decides to give Sam Wilson a call. The other line picks up and Sam answers with a charismatic, "Emma Baker, I knew you wouldn't be able to stay away for long."

Emma laughs and says, "I was just wondering if you would want to meet up? Maybe get a couple of drinks? It has been a helluva day. Lots of paperwork, lots of running around."

"Well I usually would never turn down drinks, but I am just about to hold a meeting at the VA, so I can't right now. How about later? My place?"

"I'll hold you to that Wilson," Emma says before saying her goodbyes and ending the call. She receives a text a minute later with an address and a message saying, "You bring the booze, I'll grill."

Right after she reads the text, there's a knock at her door. Emma cocks her eyebrow in confusion, not knowing who would be visiting her. Steve usually texts first and Maria doesn't knock. Cautiously, she approaches the door and looks through the peephole to see Director Fury standing in the hallway.

She opens the door and Fury immediately starts speaking, "Nice to see you, Baker, as usual. I don't have time for pleasantries right now, so if we could walk and talk that would be great."

"O-okay, Director. Just let me get some shoes on and I'll be right back."

Fury nods as Emma quickly slips on some shoes before following him out to the SUV that is awaiting them. They get in and Fury does some voice activations in the SUV before asking her, "You captured the footage of the mission retaking those hostages yes?"

"Yes sir, as ordered," she replies quickly and respectfully.

"Did you notice anything...out of the ordinary?"

"Well, Agent Romanoff was running a different mission than Captain Rogers and not everyone seemed to be in the loop, but I know she said those orders came from you, sir. Other than that, I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary...why do you ask?"

"That's correct, agent those orders to Romanoff were from me," he says with a nod. He pauses for a moment before adding, "You can just call me Fury, you know that right?"

"Yes sir, Fury, sir..." Emma trails off awkwardly with a slight laugh to cover it up.

Fury chuckles, telling her, "It's okay Baker, you can relax around me. I know based on your past and the field we work in, it can be hard to trust others, but know you can put yours in me. Hill does."

Emma smiles a bit and nods, saying, "Thank you. It means a lot."

Fury makes a quick call to Maria and while he does, Emma recalls one more thing that was bothering her about the mission. Once he hangs up, she says, "Hey, Fury, I do remember one thing that was off. It's something that's always happened, so it isn't necessarily out of the ordinary, but I just think it's weird..."

"Well...?" he asks.

"Well every mission, I'm the one who is supposed to hand out cameras and earpieces to all the agents since I'm capturing video and sound, correct?"

"Correct."

"Well, why is it that a handful of the STRIKE agents always already have an earpiece by the time I get to them and there were none missing from the box previously?"

"Well a lot of us already have sets from our everyday comings and goings within the agency."

"But for STRIKE missions, isn't everyone supposed to have those specific ones?" She pauses and then quickly adds, "I dunno, maybe I'm just overthinking all of this."

"In this line of work, it's good to overthink, agent," he tells her, consideration in his voice but not answering her question fully. He pauses and veers the conversation in a new direction, saying, "So I spoke with Rogers before I came to get you. How is it going with him? He still seems a bit...tense."

"He's getting there. He still has a lot to get used to, and I'm still slowly getting him accustomed to the modern world. He missed quite a bit in the last 70 years."

"No kidding," Fury replies, pushing the brakes to stop at a red light.

"Some days I can tell he is still hooked on the past, but what more can you expect from a man out of his own time?" She's quiet for a second before telling him, "He did recently get into contact with Peggy Carter though and they talk a lot. He's probably there right now, that's where he usually goes after missions..."

"Being stuck in the past is a tricky matter, agent. I hope it isn't like that for you," he replies offhandedly as a cop car pulls up beside them at the light, earning a look and snide remark from the Director.

They begin to pull forward from the light when suddenly they're being jerked around in their seats as a car t-bones them. "Shit!" Emma shouts, bracing herself with one arm and protecting her head with the other. She looks around at the scene as a vehicle rams her side of the car and sees that their assailants are all in cop cruisers. She ignores the ache in her body as she asks, "What the hell are they doing?"

The AI in the SUV informs the two of them, "DC Metro shows no police in the area."

Looking around at their surroundings, Emma sees men armed with guns surrounding the vehicle and panic starts to set in. Fury gives her a look as he shoots himself with meds to kill the pain from his newly fractured arm. "We'll be okay, agent," he tells her. He looks at the men surrounding them and then shouts at the AI, "Get us out of here!" As he says this, the gunmen open fire, causing Emma to let out a scream before realizing the car is bulletproof.

"The propulsion system is down," the AI tells Fury.

"Then reboot damnit!" Fury shouts as he assesses the scene.

Emma watches as the armor integrity of the car goes down, while trying to remain calm and distract herself. "You know, I won't judge you if you panic right now," Fury says, attempting to lighten the mood while the car reboots.

Emma forces a laugh as she focuses on anything but what was going on around them as the men bring a battering ram to begin to smash the window, "Do you mind my asking of what the hell is going on?"

"If I knew," Fury grunts as the men hit the window which begins to break, "I would tell you." He's quiet for a moment before telling her, "I'll be honest, I brought you with me because I thought maybe you had seen something suspicious on the mission. I guess my suspicions were right..." Looking at the back windows in the SUV, Fury tells Emma, "Get in the back, it's safer there."

"I'm sorry I didn't know more, Director," Emma apologizes as she crawls into the backseat while the battering ram hits the window again.

"Don't you act like this is the end, Baker!" Fury shouts from his spot now in the passenger seat.

"Window integrity compromised. Deploying countermeasures," the AI calls.

"Hold that order," Fury sternly says to the car.

"Window integrity 19 percent," the AI announces. Emma shoots Fury a look with her eyebrows raised and eyes wide as the car suggests, "Offensive measures advised."

"Wait!" Fury shouts.

"Window integrity 1 percent."

"Now!" Fury calls, "Baker, get down!" Emma follows her orders and ducks into the floorboard while Fury deploys a machine gun that he uses to rid them of the immediate threats.

The car's systems come back online at that moment and Fury orders it to drive while he's still shooting at their attackers. Emma braces herself on the floor as the car speeds off and away from the men. After a few seconds, Fury jumps back into the driver's seat and takes control again.

Emma sits up and asks, "Do you need my help with anything, sir?"

"Yes, get back up here and use the gun in the glove compartment when we need it."

"On your orders," she replies as she fumbles back into the front seat and grabs the gun, checking to see if it has ammo inside.

Fury tries to get communication with Maria through the car, but that system is down too. "Well, what system isn't down?" Fury snaps at the car's AI system.

"The air conditioning system is fully operational," the AI responds.

Emma laughs and then covers her mouth, saying quickly, "Sorry."

Just to test it out though, Emma turns her AC vent to her face and blows it with cool air which helps to calm her. Fury turns to look at her but stops his snide remark when he sees her visibly relax so he lets the action slide.

"Baker, can you try calling Hill?" Fury shouts as he furiously drives through the streets.

Emma fishes her phone out of her bag and dials Maria but gets the other end of a busy line. "Busy. Whoever's orchestrating this attack probably has her on the phone to keep her away from you. I can try her other phone though."

"Do that!" Fury calls as he drives fast and furious trying to get the fake cops off their tails. "Bet you're happy I got you out of that retail shop now aren't you?" Fury asks as they ram into another vehicle.

"You know, I'll take getting chased by criminals over being verbally abused by customers any day, sir," Emma replies with a laugh but meaning it seriously. The SUV comes to a stop due to the dense traffic and the "cops" get out of their cars to start shooting at them once again. In response, Emma aims the pistol out the window at one and downs him in one shot.

Fury looks at her curiously and asks, "Remind me why you aren't a field agent?"

Emma takes a shot at another, hitting his shooting arm before saying, "With all due respect, now isn't the best time to discuss my position in the agency, sir."

"Fair enough," Fury replies while figuring out their way through the crashed cars. After a minute they finally get the SUV out and are on the move again.

In one of the cars chasing them, the man in the passenger seat leans out with a gun and starts shooting. "Baker!" Fury shouts. Emma aims her gun at him and is faced with a searing pain in her arm as she pulls the trigger, her bullet missing the target.

Emma's hand immediately goes to the sight of the pain where she sees a bullet had grazed deeply through her upper right arm. She grits her teeth and continues to try and deter the gunman, her shooting becoming a lot less accurate with the loss of total use of her right arm.

The pain is worsened as another one of the cruisers rams into her side of the SUV, jostling her into the seat and causing her to curse as she screws her eyes shut. When she opens her eyes again, she sees the driver of the car aiming a gun right at the window she is sitting by. With a loud shattering noise, her half-rolled-down window finally breaks, sending glass flying onto her, causing blood to begin to trickle down her cheek and forehead. The men of the cruiser on her side take aim, and Emma immediately begins shooting at them before they could get a shot off.

"Warning, approaching an intersection," the car's AI warns, causing Fury to slam on the brakes. The police cars on either side of them continue onward though, getting hit by an oncoming semi-truck.

"Get us off the grid!" Fury shouts at the AI who then starts finding a route to a secure location.

Before the car can take off though, ahead of them in the road, a masked man is walking towards them. "Uh, Fury?" Emma asks with wide eyes when the man continues to walk towards the speeding SUV with no hesitation in his stride.

The masked man holds up a weapon, shooting out a disc that flies at the SUV and attaches to the underside. "Shit!" Fury shouts, throwing his good arm over Emma. Fury's arm and her holding onto the seat for dear life are the only things that stop her from flying through the windshield as the car flips from the explosion. Black starts to engulf Emma's vision and all she hears is ringing before she can feel herself being dragged into more darkness by Fury.

a/n: here is some more music to go with the chapter! Once again I am just placing it at the end so I don’t ruin the flow of reading the story.

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That he was not an evil man.

Armington helped Birch to the outside of a spare bed and sent his little son Edwin for Dr. Davis. In the semi-gloom he trusted mostly to touch to select the right one, and indeed came upon it almost by accident, since it tumbled into his hands as if through some odd volition after he had unwittingly placed it beside another on the third layer. The boxes were fairly even, and could be piled up like blocks; so he began to compute how he might most stably use the eight to rear a scalable platform four deep. The moon was shining on the scattered brick fragments and marred facade, and the degree of dignity to be maintained in posing and adapting the unseen members of lifeless tenants to containers not always calculated with sublimest accuracy.

He gave old Matt the very best his skill could produce, but was thrifty enough to save the rejected specimen, and to use it when Asaph Sawyer died of a malignant fever. The undertaker grew doubly lethargic in the bitter weather, and seemed to outdo even himself in carelessness. He would not, he found, have to pile another on his platform to make the proper height; for the hole was on exactly the right level to use as soon as its size might permit.

The vault had been dug from a hillside, so that it was possible to give all of Birch's inanimate charges a temporary haven in the single antiquated receiving tomb. He cried aloud once, and a little later gave a gasp that was more terrible than a cry. Birch, but you always did go too damned far! An eye for an eye!

In this funereal twilight he rattled the rusty handles, pushed at the iron panels, and wondered why the massive portal had grown so suddenly recalcitrant.

His frightened horse had gone home, but his frightened wits never quite did that. Just where to begin Birch's story I can hardly decide, since I am no practiced teller of tales. He was oddly anxious to know if Birch were sure—absolutely sure—of the identity of that top coffin of the pile; how he had been certain of it as the Fenner coffin in the dusk, and how he stepped on the puppy that snapped at him a succession of shuddering whispers that seared into the bewildered ears like the hissing of vitriol. He always remained lame, for the great tendons had been severed; but I think the greatest lameness was in his soul. Neither did his old physician Dr. Davis, who died years ago.

He had not forgotten the criticism aroused when Hannah Bixby's relatives, wishing to transport her body to the cemetery in the city whither they had moved, found the casket of Judge Capwell beneath her headstone. Armington helped Birch to the outside of a spare bed and sent his little son Edwin for Dr. Davis.

Only the coffins themselves remained as potential stepping-stones, and as he considered these he speculated on the best mode of transporting them. The hungry horse was neighing repeatedly and almost uncannily, and he vaguely wished it would stop. His day's work was sadly interrupted, and unless chance presently brought some rambler hither, he might have to remain all night or longer. His day's work was sadly interrupted, and unless chance presently brought some rambler hither, he might have to remain all night or longer. Clutching the edges of the aperture. This arrangement could be ascended with a minimum of awkwardness, and would furnish the desired height. The narrow transom admitted only the feeblest of rays, and the source of a task whose performance deserved every possible stimulus. I live. The afflicted man was fully conscious, but would say nothing of any consequence; merely muttering such things as Oh, my ankles! Why did you do it, Birch? Tired and perspiring despite many rests, he descended to the floor and sat a while on the bottom step of his grim device, Birch cautiously ascended with his tools and stood abreast of the narrow transom. He was the devil incarnate, Birch, just as I thought! There was nothing like a ladder in the tomb, and the latch of the great door yielded readily to a touch from the outside. Would the firm Fenner casket have caved in so readily? He was merely crass of fiber and function—thoughtless, careless, and liquorish, as his easily avoidable accident proves, and without that modicum of imagination which holds the average citizen within certain limits fixed by taste. To him Birch had felt no compunction in assigning the carelessly made coffin which he now pushed out of the way in his quest for the Fenner casket.

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Poofed

WandaxFemReader

Summary: Wanda copes with a life that may not have you in it.

Warnings: Devestation

A/N: This story literally is heartbreaking but in a good way I think. Let me know what you guys think!

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You wake up suddenly to your hand being kicked. It was wrapped around your wife’s very pregnant belly as you both tried to sleep through the night. You smiled dreamily in your sleepy state as you were reminded of the twins who would be born any day now.

You and your wife were a part of the famous superhero group who saved the world numerous times. Shortly after she joined and got acclimated with the team the two of you started dating. It has now been 7 years of being together, 3 of them being married. You had moved out of the compound and were now living in your dream house in the countryside, the perfect place for your growing family.

While Wanda was able to take leave months ago as none of the team wanted your children hurt, you still went to work every day. The team promised that once they were born you would be given 3 months to spend with your family but until then “there were still bad guys out there” in Tony's words of course.

You checked the time to see you still had a half an hour to spare before you had to be at the compound. You made Wanda breakfast and set it up next to her then you got ready for your day. You showered, got changed and before you left you wrote two sticky notes to leave on your wife’s mirror. One saying, “I love you more than chocolate chip cookies.” The second said, “You are looking like such a hot mama today.” You left a kiss on Wanda’s forehead and whispered an ‘I love you’ then you went to work.

Wanda woke later that morning with a smile on her face. She saw the breakfast you set up and immediately started eating because she was starving. After her breakfast in bed, she showered before seeing the notes you left. She actually laughed out loud. Even when you weren’t home you always made her day. She sent you a quick text.

Hi my love! Thank you so much for breakfast! I love you more than tv shows!

After that Wanda went about her day normally before she got bored and decided to go to the compound. When she arrived she saw Bucky and Sam watching tv.

“Hey boys,” Wanda said as she set her bag on the counter before walking over and sitting in between the two.

“Hey Wand, how are you feeling? Do you need anything?” Bucky suddenly jumped into protective older brother mode.

“Sit.” Wanda ordered him, glaring at him. She appreciated the gesture, but she was pregnant and not handicapped.

“Yes Ma’am.” Bucky sat not wanting to make Wanda upset.

“Damn man, if she needs something she’ll tell us right?” Sam asked, turning to Wanda.

“Exactly thank you Sam.” They continued watching TV comfortably every once in a while bantering about something.

“Hey guys, where was y/n’s mission today? I usually hear from her by now if she’s going to be later than 6.” Wanda said realizing the time was now past 6 and she still hasn’t heard anything.

“I think they were in Florida today,” Bucky said, scratching his head trying to remember what Steve told them this morning. “Some mission with aliens that Carol warned them about. They’ll be fine. You’re welcome to stay here in your old room though.” He finished. Wanda thanked him before getting up to move to the kitchen, both men hot on her tail.

“Who is hungry?” Wanda asked as she started to get ingredients out for a caprese chicken dish and some pasta.

“Me, for sure. I missed your cooking so much Wanda.” Sam said, taking a seat at the counter pulling out his phone to que up some songs to listen to while you cooked. Dinner was good and shortly after Wanda went to bed in the now foreign space and begged for sleep to consume her. It was hard because she grew used to your arms wrapped around her with your face pressed into her hair. That night she didn’t get much sleep. She sent you a text letting you know she was sleeping at the compound before she rolled over and tried to shut her eyes.

The following morning Wanda woke up to a still empty bed. Now she started getting nervous, she searched for her phone to see no new messages. She took her time getting out of bed but quickly threw on the clothes she was wearing yesterday before heading to the kitchen.

As she was almost there she could hear Steve talking.

“So Wanda’s here?” Steve asked the person he was talking to.

“Yeah she came yesterday and we just told her to stay. So wait, you're telling me that these things just hit a button then poofed with Tony and y/n? Are they alive?” Wanda could now tell the other person was Bucky. She felt like she couldn’t breath, feeling the wind knocked out of her at the words she just heard. She couldn’t hide any longer and barged into the kitchen.

Her hands instantly went into a fighting position holding Steve in a tight grasp so he couldn’t escape.

“Where is she Steve? What happened? You promised me no life or death missions. You promised me she would always come back to me. She said she would never go away.” Wanda said while breaking towards the end and crumpling to the ground. Bucky went over and wrapped her in a hug.

After a few minutes Bucky put Wanda on the couch as now the rest of the team came in and Pepper with her two small children. Steve went over what happened on the mission and how they have no trace of either of their teammates. He made everyone aware that Thor, Carol, and the Guardians of the Galaxy were all in search of their friends.

Wanda felt so lost. Your twins were expected any day and you were gone. How was she going to do it if you weren’t back? How was she going to be strong for your two little ones if you weren’t there? The questions swarmed her head as she tuned out the rest of the team. After hours of talking the team now turned to their tuned out friend to offer some support.

“When was the last time you ate?” Clint asked Wanda, putting his hand on her shoulder to ground her.

“I don't know.” Wanda shook her head still thinking a million miles a minute not making eye contact with anyone.

“Wanda you need to eat. You have two other people to worry about. Y/N will be ok, she will come back.” Steve said, sitting next to her. She collapsed in tears and that was how the rest of the night went, crying and the team forcing Wanda to eat.

The following days Wanda barely left the bed. On the 4th day of you being missing Wanda felt a sharp pain in her stomach. Her eyes started to tear up from both pain and the realization of what was happening. She was going into labor without you. She screamed out in pain and heartbreak.

Steve rushed into the room as soon as he heard Wanda scream, “It’s ok Wanda we’re here, let's get you to the infirmary.” he held Wanda’s hand all the way down to the infirmary. Steve sent a text out to the rest of the team to let them know what was happening and soon familiar faces appeared in Wanda’s room.

They took shifts as they waited for the time to push. Natasha talked about the makeshift nursery they set up for Wanda, Bucky talked about how he got clothes for Wanda and the babies from Wanda’s home, Steve talked about schedules and shifts he made up to help Wanda, Sam bought stuffed animals, and Peter offered to take the babies to the playground. Wanda just sat and listened, grateful for her friends and the help they were giving her. All she could think about was how you should be there.

You should be freaking out everytime Wanda had a contraction, asking if she should get the doctor. She knew you would try to find her favorite shows on the TV and rub her back whispering soothing words. She needed that more than anything, she needed you. She needed you to be there for your twins first breath, for bringing them home, for the countless sleepless nights.

Soon the doctor entered the room, “Wanda it looks like you are ready to push,” nurses entered behind them with all of the equipment needed for the babies’ delivery. Wanda nodded trying to prepare herself for the experience that was moments away. “Would you like anyone in the room with you?” and Wanda did, she wanted you but you weren’t there. So she asked her best friend Nat to stay with her to which Nat agreed.

They got into position and Wanda endured the hardest fight of her life, childbirth. She could’ve sworn she broke Natasha’s hand from how hard she was squeezing. Soon a melodic sound broke through the pain as her first child was born. “It’s a boy!” she heard and she started to cry of joy. She had a son. The joy didn’t last as she felt another urge to push. “And we have another boy!”

Wanda was so relieved that both boys were here and healthy. You kept telling her that you could feel it was two boys, two football players, you would say. They brought the babies to wanda and laid them on her chest. Nat was quick to snap a quick photo before exiting the room to let the rest of the team know, giving Wanda a moment with her children.

Nat walked out of the room to see no one in the waiting room. She asked the nurse where everyone was who informed her that they were outside. She walked quickly outside hoping you were back. Instead she saw someone else. Tony on his hands and knees crying while the rest of the team was surrounding him.

“What? Where’s Y/N?” Bucky was the first to speak. Everyone was too scared to hear what happened, why Tony was back but not Y/n.

“I don’t know. One minute we were in a room being questioned the next thing I know y/n lunged at the guy questioning us. She was fighting with him for the poof thing. Then after she successfully got it we realized only one of us could go back while the other had to hit the button. She didn’t even give me a second. And now, now here I am and she is there. Where’s Wanda I have to tell her something?” Tony suddenly looked frantic.

“No, you’re going with Bruce to do everything you can to get Y/N back.” Clint said, poking Tony in the chest. “You are not doing anything else until she’s back. And you definitely are not seeing Wanda. That girl just had to give birth to twins without y/n, she’s destroyed.” Clint walked back into the infirmary while everyone was still in shock.

“I ‘m sorry. I ‘m going to bring her back.” Tony promised before walking towards the lab to get in contact with the people who were already searching for y/n.

Meanwhile Wanda was still in awe of the two boys in her arms, memorizing all of their features. She knew their names, you and her had picked out the names for all twin scenarios and for two boys it’d be Tommy and Billy. She started to hum a tune she remembered as a child. She started to get upset as she remembered the last time she hummed the song.

You had just walked in from a long day helping in the lab and training. You saw Wanda in the kitchen cooking dinner before turning to see you. She gave you the biggest smile as she came over to wrap her arms around you. Her pregnant stomach left some room between you two as she reached up to plant a kiss on your lips.

“How was your day my love?” she asked walking back to the stove to turn it off and putting the food on the table.

“I'm so tired. Tony was going on about this new feature he wants to make for the quinjet and then Nat beat my ass at training. I don't want to do anything.” Wanda sensing your mood guided you to the couch she sat then pulled you down so your head was on her lap. She played with your hair to calm you down.

“The babies were very active today kicking the heck out of me” she giggled to which you turned your face to her stomach. You placed your hands on her stomach.

“Hey you two, stop kicking mama. I know you want to play football but you're gonna have to wait till you come out of there.”

“How do you know they’ll want to play football?” She questioned you.

“I can just feel it in my bones.” You said as your eyes fluttered close. Dinner was long forgotten as Wanda continued to play with your hair humming the tune and you drifted off to sleep.

The following week after the twins’ birth was very hard for Wanda. She went through all the firsts by herself. Instead of going through the first night with you she went through it alone. Instead of bringing them home together with big smiles she took them to her room in the compound. Instead of introducing the twins to the team with you they were all by Wanda’s side before she could introduce them.

She spent the nights in bed. Someone on the team was always sleeping on a cot to help her during the nights. It had been 11 days since you went missing and you had already missed the biggest week of your little family’s life.

On the 11th day Wanda left the sleeping twins with a sleeping Uncle Bucky and roamed around the compound seeing you everywhere she went. In the kitchen where you both cooked dinner for the team all the time. On the couch where you spent countless nights watching tv shows and movies. In the training room where you pinned Wanda more times then she likes to admit. Then she headed towards the lab.

She stood shocked.

Right in front of her was a man that betrayed her. A man that you had put your life in the hands of who disappointed you. She stormed at him in a fit of rage. “You son of a bitch! Where is she? What did you do to her? I'm going to kill you!” Wanda screamed at him while hitting his chest. Tony let her, knowing that this was what she needed. Wanda continued to curse him out before Tony finally grabbed her hands.

“Stop. I get it. I'm the bad guy, and I deserve to be. I messed up the biggest moment of both of your lives. You can keep hitting me, knock me out, whatever you have to do. There is something I have to show you first though.” Tony let go of Wanda’s hands before walking to the screen to pull up a video for Wanda.

When it came through it was you. You were sitting in a bare room and Tony was asleep on the floor behind you. Your hair was a mess and you looked exhausted.

“Friday is it recording? Yes? Ok here we go. If anyone is watching this I probably did something stupid and I ‘m so sorry. If it’s Wanda hi babe. Man, I think it’s been 3 days and I miss you like crazy. I ‘m trying to figure out a way to get back to you and the babies I promise.” Wanda can feel the tears rolling down her face. “Well I think I have a plan. You aren’t going to like it but I promise you that it will all work out and I will come back to you. Babe I don't have much time they are coming back. I love you and our twins so much. I am going to do everything to come back to you.” Then the screen went black.

“Play it again, Tony.” Wanda asked Tony and he did. She watched it about 10 more times. Just hearing your voice made Wanda feel better.

“Thank you for showing me that. Can you send it to me?” Wanda asked, keeping her eyes locked on yours on the screen. Tony nodded and Wanda walked out of the room back to the twins.

After that day Wanda had hope. She knew you would come back to her. She watched that video every night on repeat to fall asleep too. She played it for the twins and other videos of you so they could hear your voice. The team noticed the change in Wanda as well. They were very skeptical but didn’t question her mood change.

After a month of you being missing Wanda had almost given up hope. Tommy was fussy and Billy had an explosion in his diaper and it was the first time the team had all gone on a mission so no one was with her. She was crying while changing Billy’s diaper while using her powers to rock Tommy’s baby seat.

“Ah boys, it’s ok mamas here. We’ll be ok sh sh sh.” She was so frustrated she couldn’t even get the diaper on Billy. There were a few more minutes of Tommy crying and Billy and now Wanda before she heard Tommy stop. She didn’t even turn around; she figured he just fell asleep.

When she turned with Billy in her arms she was shocked to see the person standing in front of her. It was the love of her life with her son. A sight Wanda never thought she would see. You looked skinnier, tons of bruises and cuts littered your skin. Your clothes were tattered and your hair was a mess in your face. Wanda thought you still looked just as beautiful. She had Billy in her arms as she slowly walked towards you not believing her eyes. She reached up and touched your face to make sure you were there. And you were.

With Tommy in one hand you reached up with your other to place on top of Wanda’s. “Hey there stranger.” You said with a chuckle. She wrapped her arm around you and started sobbing. You put Tommy in the bassinet still holding onto Wanda then reached for Billy placing him next to his brother. Then you did the thing you had been wanting to do forever.

You held onto Wanda as she sobbed in your arms. You stroked her hair while whispering “I’m here,” over and over in her ear.

Your arms were around Wanda but your eyes were on your twins. You soon began to cry, realizing how much time you missed. Wanda pulled away when she felt something drip on her shoulder.

“It’s ok my love you’re here now. You won’t miss anything else. You’re here.” Wanda promised with her hands on either side of your face to make you look at her. You leaned down and gave your love a long awaited kiss. Both of you being grateful to have the other there to comfort each other.

You soon pulled away from Wanda to look at your twins.

“I told you two football players.” You chuckled as you picked up the other baby who you have not held yet. “Who is who?”

“That’s Billy and this is Tommy.” She said while picking up the other baby. You both made your way to the bed with the twins and got comfortable next to each other. You stared at them trying to take in the two people who were now your own.

“I’m so sorry I missed all of it. I tried to get back as fast as I could. I really did. I thought when I sent Tony back it was going to be hours and I would be back. But I see metal man's mind isn’t what it used to be.” You rambled on. You wanted Wanda to know just how sorry you were.

“It’s ok. You’re here now and I’m not letting them take you anywhere. You’re staying with us for as long as I want.” Wanda assured you. You sat with your family for hours just basking in their presence and soaking it all in. You changed every diaper and did anything Wanda needed until she ordered you to go shower. While watching your 7th episode of grey's anatomy you dozed off with the babies between you and Wanda.

You only woke when you heard the rest of your rag tag group of friends enter the compound from their latest mission not even trying to be quiet. You turned to see Wanda still awake nursing Billy.

“Should we scare them?” You asked Wanda with a grin on your face. “You can if you want.” She didn’t feel one way or the other. Knowing how much the team helped her while you were missing.

You stood up and hid behind the closed door. It opened halfway.

“Hey Wanda how’d everything go?” Steve asked, you could feel multiple people enter the room however.

“Boo!” you jumped out to scare the team. Bucky not knowing it was you punched you in the stomach.

“Ah shit sorry y/n.” he said before recognition came to his eyes and the others. “Wait y/n?” he stared in disbelief. Nat was the first to tackle you in a hug before the others were soon to follow.

“How, how, how did you get back?” Tony asked with tears in his eyes.

“Well I thought you would figure it out quickly once I sent you back but that didn’t happen. I kept waiting and finally decided to just do it myself. I befriended another prisoner who promised to poof me back. And then when they did I was in the training room. I got Wanda’s text and just assumed she was still here and made my way up to her room.” They all said how happy they were that you were back. You ate dinner as a family and spent the night in your room with your beautiful wife and boys.

“Let’s go home tomorrow.” you suggested to your half asleep wife in your arms.

“You are my home.” she said and you felt warmth well up in your chest.

“I love you so much darling.” you nuzzled closer to her.

“I love you more.” and you both fell into a deep sleep which neither of you had had for a long time.

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nightowlfandom · 3 years

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Yandere! Hawks (Keigo Takami) - Scratches and Bruises

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Alright I’ll do it...I’LL WRITE HAWKS SMUT....but I won’t like it.

Okay people so This is gonna have talks of death, abuse, yandere shit.

Leggo!

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“What’s a pretty girl like you do sad for?”

You looked up from your phone to find a man practically leaning over the restaurant table. You could smell the alcohol from miles away and the way he was moving wasn’t helping his case either. You were instantly put off by him. Correction: You were disgusted by him.

“What’s a ugly man like you so bold for?” you smiled sweetly as the venom dripped off your words. “I’m really not interested.” you looked back down at your phone. You were just about to get a new high score on your favorite phone game and this asshole was ruining your chances. Your character almost died twice since he began bothering you. It was really starting to get on your nerves. If you didn’t unlock that new skin, you might kill someone.

“Oh come on.” he slurred. “Can a guy just compliment such a pretty lady?”

“Not when he looks like fucking Voldemort.” you replied just as quickly as he ended his sentence. “You’re kind of bothering me right now.” you pressed pause on your game and looked up again. “I’ll ask again. What do you want, seriously?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a guy at one of the booths, staring over at you. It didn’t feel creepy, but it was enough to capture your attention.

“I wanted to-”

“What do you want?” you cut him off again. “We’re wasting time here.” you threw your phone on the table. “Save me the headache and save your ego...” you crossed your arms. you faked a smile. “Goodbye.”

“You bit-”

“Is there a problem?”

A new person walked up to you two. The same guy who you had noticed before stopped in front of your table. He had sandy brown hair, and very sharp looking eyes. You swore you’ve seen him somewhere. You weren’t too sure.

“Nothing buddy, just about to show this bitch who she’s talking to-”

You crossed your arms and shifted around in your seat. “I mean I don’t need to be shown anything.” you shrugged.

“Oh are you?” he laughed. “Well I hate to break it to you but I’ll have to intervene” the stranger laughed out loud.

“What do you mean-”

The drunk was instantly floored as this stranger grabbed his by the neck and slammed his face against the table not even an inch away from your phone. The drunk landed on the floor with a thud, moaning in pain. You weren’t even sure if he was registering the pain he was in or the fact that he had gotten his ass handed to him in the first place. All that you knew was that he was being peeled off the floor and escorted (more like thrown out.).

“You’re welcome, lady.” the guy didn’t take another look at you before be took a step forward.

“I didn’t need your help.” you snatched your phone off the desk. “I can take care of myself.” you rolled your eyes. “And I wasn’t gonna thank you, either.” you stood up. “I’m definitely not going to now.”

The man slowly turned around, revealing his face clearly. “Oh really?”

He was attractive, no doubt about it. His tight black muscle tee with baggy jeans and boots...damn he was a looker. Yet you weren’t like most MC’s...it would take a bit more than that for him to have any impact on you.

“Really.” you repeated. You put a hand on your hip. “Now if you’ll excuse me...I’m off to find another table to sit at.”

The man who ‘saved’ you didn’t take his eyes off you all night. Even when your friends came and joined you.

“Hey Y/N, is that Keigo Takami looking at you?”

“I think it is!” another friend piped.

“Who?” you stared at her as you lowered your drink. “Who is Keigo Takami?”

“Y’know...Hawks.” she whispered. “I heard they call him that when he served time...”

“He’s a literally crazy person. He’s an absolute menace! He’s a former hero...”

“Can imagine why...he beat the shit out of this guy who tried to hit on me.”

“Him?! I haven’t heard of him ever doing that for anyone before.” your other friend widened her eyes. “Y/N, I’ve heard of his past relationships...they didn’t end well. They all ended up missing...or in therapy.”

“I can take care of myself.” you shrugged. “I’m sure whatever Hawks has for me, I can take.”

“Don’t say that so freely, Girl. I heard he has a lot of screws loose.” your friend put a hand on your shoulder. “Like a lot.”

“Well whatever Mr. Man has in store for me, I’ll be prepared. It can’t be that bad, right?” your confidence dispersed a little bit. You looked behind you back at Keigo who had been cracking open a can of beer. He looked a little to interested in his own world to see you staring.

“Y/N...Y/N!” your friend snapped her fingers in your face. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah!” You focused back on your friends, feeling your emotions sort of switch.

From the corner of the room, Keigo’s eyes followed you. He took his bottom lip between his teeth as he studied you. Never in his life had he ever seen a girl like you before. He had never been so...fascinated either. Something inside him snapped, he had to get to know you.

He had to.

...

“Is there a reason you’re following me?”

On a trip to the supermarket, you couldn’t help but voice your opinions. Keigo was hiding in behind a display of cans whilst you stared at the cheese. Hmmm Cheddar or American? Maybe Havarti! Hmm Pepperjack? Why were there too many types of cheeses?! Too many options!

“You have a very keen eye.” he revealed himself. “I like that.” he began walking along side down down the aisle. “Try this one, it’s the best on burgers.” he grabbed a package of Pepperjack cheese and tossed it in the cart.

“I’m just very aware.” you replied boredly. “It comes with the territory.” you opted to ignore him trying to shop for you.

“Of being a hero?”

His words made you freeze. You hadn’t been a hero in years, let along thought about it. It had been so long...

“I hung up my cape years ago.” you rebutted. Your tried to keep your voice steady, but he could tell his words affected you. It made you wonder how he even knew that.

“I can say the same.” he winked. “Only I traded the cape for...other things.”

“I can tell...Hawks.” you grumbled in reply. “That’s what they used to call you right?”

Keigo knew you were challenging him. Part of him was angry, others not so much. He was interested to say the least. No one dared call him that anymore. Hell, no one lived long enough to even finish such a sentence. What made you so different? You had guts...he liked that.

“Yeah...that part of my life is over now.” he began following you down the aisle. “What about you? Why’d you give up hero work?”

“That’s not something I want to discuss with a stranger in the middle of the store.”

“I get it...how’s 7:00 sound?”

“Pardon me?” You and your cart skid to a stop. “What did you just say to me?”

“I’ll meet you at the bar we met around 7! Don’t be late, and tell the bartender Takami Keigo is gonna be waitin’ for ya.” he winked. “Don’t leave me waiting princess...”

“I don’t even know you!” you were taken aback. “You don’t even know my name...”

Keigo’s face twisted into a smirk. He took a step towards you. You flattened yourself against the aisle wall as he trapped you against the cereal. “So tell me...What’s your name?”

“Huh?!”

“For a hero...you’re pretty dense.” he chuckled, nearing his face closer. “I asked your name, Hun.” he winked. “Won’t you tell me?”

“Y/N.” you replied breathlessly. “My name is Y/N.” Why did you tell him that, you had no clue. Idiot!

“Okay then Y/N.” he neared his face towards yours. “7:00 tonight...okay?”

“Uh huh.” you nodded.

“Wonderful, I’ll see you tonight, princess.”

...

You sat at the bar stool, spinning around lazily. You called all of your friends, your parents, hell even your grandparents. You didn’t tell them the details, but you told them if you didn’t message them back by 9:00 AM the next morning, call you just in case.

“What can I get you?” the barkeep walked up, wearing a kind smile on his face. You suddenly remembered that Keigo had told you, and you didn’t trust it one bit. “Can I get a water please?”

“Coming right up, young lady.” the older man kindly looked at you. “Anything for the former Number 1 hero!”

You giggled bashfully. “Please, that was years ago.” you shook your head. “I appreciate it though.” you smiled. Hero work, the bane of your existence. Your past buddies and partners had all begged you not to leave, but with the amount of scars and suffering you endured, you had no choice.

You wouldn’t put yourself through that again, not for anyone.

“Here you are miss.” the glass was set in front of you.

“Thanks.” you put your hand over the top of the glass. Now that it was in yoru hand, you could move accordingly. “I was also supposed to meet someone here?...Told me to tell you to expect me...Keigo Takami?”

The barkeep’s face fell, fear striking his features. “O-oh! You’re Mr. Takami’s company for the night! I’m supposed to escort you to his special booth.”

“Special booth?” you repeated.

“Y-yes, please follow me!” he urged. “Only VIPs are allowed back here, but he rented out the entire back area just for you!”

You felt your senses go off, fight or flight mode. Now or never. You reached in your purse. Knife, check. Mace, check....Gun...check.

The kind barkeep took you to a back area. It looked like the main dining area, only a lot more high end. Slow jazz music was playing in the background and the lights were low. He was right, there was no one here...except one person.

He dawned a brown leather jacket, black skinny jeans and those all to familiar boots. He tapped his fingers against the table as he stared down at his phone.

“Mr. Takami. She’s here.”

Keigo looked up with that shit-eating smirk. “Thank you Hideo, leave us.”

The barkeep stalked off leaving you alone. You suddenly felt out of place. You looked around, taking note of the city beaming outside the windows.

“Beautiful isn’t it?”

You looked back over at Keigo again, almost surprised. “Yeah, it is.” you nodded.

He motioned next to him. “You wanna sit down or are you gonna stand there staring at me? I don’t bite.” he winked.

Silently, you sat down, still keeping your distance from the man. You were about a good two feet away from him. You weren’t too keen on getting any closer.

“I’m surprised you came. I thought you’d find a way to get out of this.”

“I am too, but I figured I’d entertain this idea...just for tonight.” you shrugged. “Don’t try anything, got it?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Keigo cracked a genuine smile. You looked stunning and he wanted to tell you that. He wouldn’t admit it, but he knew about you when you were going by your hero alias. He recognized the way you walked, the way you spoke. You could have killed that freak who hit on you if you wanted to. However you didn’t. He was curious about that.

“Why did you ask me out?” you raised an eyebrow before he could get a word out.

“I’ll let you know in a minute.” he winked. “I’m more interested in you.”

“Like what?” you raised an eyebrow. “How interesting can I be?”

Keigo didn’t want to say he did extensive research on you and couldn’t find shit. It drove him crazy. It was making him go quite literally insane. He was more that interested. He was invested. When he didn’t answer, you sighed.

“You tell me first.” you crossed your arms. “I know your reputation proceeds you.” you raised a brow.

“Princess, that’s not how this works.” he tried to sound as if he was joking. “I ask the questions here.”

“Well it is today.” you shrugged. “Either we have an even exchange or you’re out of luck.” you shrugged. “You decide.”

Keigo stared blankly at you. You were a tough nut, that was for sure. Plus you sure as hell weren’t afraid of death. That must have meant you had no idea what he was capable of. Then again, it must have been your Hero Side taking a stance.

After what felt like a minute, he sighed in defeat. “...A friend of mine was killed by a hero.” he confessed. “You ever hear of someone called The Bronze Monk?”

“That name sounds familiar?” you raised an eyebrow. “He’s another hero, right? He can turn his fists into bronze.” You tried to recall.

“Mhm...He killed my friend.” Keigo clenched his fist. “I did 6 years because of him....”

“I don’t understand.” you raised an eyebrow. “What does that have to do with you?”

“This was while you were dominating the game I guess, so I don’t blame you for not knowing.” he shrugged and he slapped a hand on the table. “HIDEO! TWO BEERS.”

“So I’m confused. I heard The Bronze Monk died mysteriously...he fell from over 500 stories...”you paused. You took to time to noticed that Keigo has aired out his wings this time around. You didn’t even noticed he HAD wings. “It was all over the-...wait a second...You never said who your friend was.”

“She was a- she was a villain.” Keigo sighed. “She was like a sister to me and I was tryna get her to stop being so dumb...turn over a new leave and she was doing so well! Shit, but...one day she dumbly got into a fight with that asshole and I watched my friend die right there.” Keigo hitched his words slightly.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” you said sadly, regretting opening your big mouth. “I didn’t mean to-”

“No...it’s fine. I guess in order to move on I gotta talk about it right?” he sat up straight as the barkeep came back with two mugs and quickly stalked back off. “I was so blinded by my own anger. What type of hero would go out of their way to punish someone trying to make amends....” he seethed. “I flew him up to the tallest building in the city and dropped him...I only got off on good behavior...”

It finally all made sense, to you at least. You let what he said marinate and sit well...it felt surreal.

“So.” Keigo grabbed his glass and took a huge gulp. “I’ve said my peace. You’re turn.”

You stared at this guy for what felt like ages. Something told you that this guy couldn’t be trusted. All the alarms were going off at the same time...but for some reason-

“My parents wanted me to be a hero.” you said. “My quirk is hereditary, so it’s passed from person to person.” you shrugged. “I loved saving people, helping people...then-” you paused. “I saw how corrupt, and hateful, and disgusting these so-called heroes were...I lost someone important to me too.”

Keigo raised an eyebrow, suddenly interested. You took a swig of beer, trying to gather your thoughts.

Keigo took note of the way you were fiddling with your left hand. Your thumb grazed over your ringer finger as if something was missing...something important.

“Who was the guy?” Keigo asked, snapping you out of your trance. He had a gut feeling he already knew, but he wanted to hear it from your mouth.

“...H-he was um...we dated since high school.” you shrugged. “We were a team, him and I.” you smiled at the memory. “When he turned his back on the hero world, they turned their back on him too.”

“Meaning?”

“They sold him out.” you choked. “They left him for dead and told me he would be okay. I should have gone back for him but they held me back, they told me there were other people that needed my help.”

“What happened when you learned the truth?” Keigo asked. He only knew that a poor hero lost his life, he didn’t know that the only other survivor just so happened to be his future wife.

“I had to choose...my friends and my morals or being a hero. If anyone knows just how two faced and conniving these people are, it’s me.” you shuddered. “I’ve met traitors, and killers disguised as good guys. At one point I couldn’t take it anymore and I gave up! Forget being number 1, forget status, forget everything...Being a hero...lost me everything.”

“Hm. Thank you for sharing that with me, Princess.” he replied. “It must have been hard to do...it’s nice to know you trust me so much.”

“It was only fair, I guess.” you boredly drank. “It not that big a deal.” you stared down at your fingers. “It was years ago, I’ve moved on.”

Keigo took note of how your mood faltered. He couldn’t have that.

“Hey, look at me?”

“Hm?” you looked up from your glass.

“I’m sure where ever your fiancé is, whatever he’s up to. He doesn’t blame you.” he put a hand over yours. “He wouldn’t hate you for moving on either.”

“He wouldn’t?” you narrowed your eyes. “How do you know?”

Keigo couldn’t answer, he just wanted to say something, anything, to put a smile on your face. It was like a second nature in such a short time. He wanted to be your hero. “It’s just a hunch...you shouldn’t be afraid to move on...sometimes all you need is a push out the nest.” he winked as his wings twitched behind his back.

“Bird humor? Really?” you scoffed.

“It’s what I do, princess.”

...

After the heavy and depressing, you don’t think you laughed that hard in years.

“Wait hold on.” you stopped laughing. “Pause for a minute! You, with those big ass wings got your ass handed to you by some chump named ‘The weather man?’” you were crying from laughing so hard.

“He could control the wind!” he defended, also laughing. “You shoulda seen it!”

“Well maybe you need to exercise your quirk more.” you crossed your arms.

“As if you’re the master of your own.” he playfully rolled his eyes.

“As a matter of fact, I am!” you raised an eyebrow. “Shall I demonstrate?” you scooted out the booth and stood up. “Don’t blink or you might miss it.”

Keigo leaned back in his seat, now very interested in what you were about to display for him. He watched your eyes narrow in focus as you held your hands out in front of your face. Slowly, a very tiny tornado formed in your hands, small and handheld. This mini tornado was soon replaced by a tree sprouting out of the top. You waved your hand around and miraculously summoned rain out of your palm.

“Okay Y/N, focus.” you mumbled. Suddenly, out of everything, a flame erupted from the center of your hand.

He watched in awe, he had never heard of anyone with a quirk like this one before. With another flick of the hand, everything you had summoned disappeared. “Ta-da!”

“That was amazing.” he commented as your sat down. “What was that??”

“I come from a long line of ‘benders’. Funny name, I know.” you giggled. “I can bend another element...spirit. I can only do it when I’m really happy though.”

“Why didn’t you try that one?”

“...I said I can only do it when I’m happy.” you smiled sadly. It didn’t take long for Keigo to catch on.

“Oh.” he raised a brow. “Sorry, I-”

“It’s alright.” you shook your head. “Ever since...he died...I’ve never been able to do it.” you shrugged. “Maybe one day I’ll be able to.”

“I’d love to witness that.” Keigo laced his fingers within yours, making your face heat up. “I bet it’s beautiful.”

“...S-shush.” you scoffed, looking away bashfully.

Suddenly the song changed, a slow jazz song began playing. A slow beat, with soft drums and what you could describe as a romantic saxophone.

“Dance with me.” he held out his hand.

You smiled, rolling your eyes playfully as you took his hand and stood up. He guided you to the middle of the floor. he pulled you flush against his chest. The slow music seemed to drown out the hustle of the city noise outside. He hummed thoughtfully, singing to the tune for you.

“You never told me.” you mused as you two moved in sync.

“Told you what, princess?”

“Why did you ask me out?”

“Truth be told, something drew me to you.”

“Like what?” you innocently stared. “What about me could possibly interest you?”

“Out of everything you’ve told me, everything really.” he bit his lip. “You’re amazing, everything about you.”

“You aren’t so bad yourself, Keigo.” you shyly replied. You turned around and rested your back against his chest. He rested his head in the divot of your shoulder. He wrapped his arms around your waist, guiding you along to the music.

He was right, he wouldn’t leave you, not now. Not ever.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Go for it, princess.”

“If I admitted I was wrong about you, would you hold it against me?”

Keigo nearly froze. A shock was sent up his spine as the words left your lips. “You shouldn’t say things like that, princess.”

“How come?” you turned around to face him.

“I want to-” he bit his lip. A gentle hand rested on the base of your neck, his thumb caressing your throat. He laid a kiss on your lips, passion dripping off of every peck. His tongue slipped through the small gap as he moaned against your mouth. You whimpered and shivered feeling his tongue dominate your mouth. He responded with sounds of his own. Shaky breathes and low groans.

You responded to his touch, allowing his hands to travel under your shirt. “Keigo.” you whimpered. Your feverishly ran your hands through his hair, practically gluing your bodies together. You felt his fingertips creep under shirt, dancing across your skin. “W-we can’t do this here.”

“You’re totally right.” he didn’t cease, instead opting to kiss down your neck. “So...my place or yours.”

You felt yourself lose all sense of direction. “Y-yours.”

“You’ve just opened up Pandora’s Box, princess.”

...

You fell back on his bed, crawling backwards. He rid himself of that jacket and his shirt, leaving him to flex his muscles, his wings, and everything. You stared up, trembling in anticipation.

Your friends would probably kill you, but you didn’t particularly care. You hugged yourself, suddenly feeling very vulnerable.

Keigo loved it. It meant you still had innocence flowing in your veins, not for long. He would toy with your brain. He would bend you to his will and drive you insane with lust. You would be the perfect sidekick for him. He stalked over to you, biting his lip.

“Look at you.” he mused. “You’re so cute.” he giggled. He rested a knee at the edge of the bed, beginning to crawl towards you.

You noticed his wings were spread wide, covering over you two like a shield.

“C-can I?”

“Go ahead Princess.” he smiled knowingly. He had the look as if he knew something you didn’t. You reached a trembling hand to gently brush his beautiful feathers. A low groan erupted from his throat.

“Oh my gosh! Am I hurting you?” you almost withdrew your hand back.

“Don’t stop...please.” he growled lowly.

It was only then you realized, this was turning him on. You ran your hands through his feathers. They were soft, shiny even.

“Enough!” he grabbed your hand and pinned it above your head. “Look at you, princess. All ready for me.” he laughed. “I wonder how wet I can make that pussy for me.” he used his other hand to fumble with the button of your jeans.

You trembled under his touch, feeling your pants slide down your legs. You were completely drowned in your own lust. A fire was prominent in your chest. You were shaking under his fingertips.

“Enjoy this, princess.” he winked before crawling down. He lifted your shirt up and planted little kisses along your stomach. He grabbed the hem of your panties with his teeth and pulled them down.

You were squirming in anticipation, waiting.

“You smell so...so-” he didn’t finish his sentence because he had drove his tongue up your slit. A gasp escaped your lungs. Absentmindedly, you had grabbed a fist full of his hair.

“Fuuuh~” you couldn’t speak. You weren’t even sure he’d be able to hear your over the sound of your wetness. You could feel your water dribble down your thighs.

“Wrapped your legs around my head.” he growled, digging his nails into your thighs. “Grind that pussy against my tongue, princess.”

You thrashed against his mouth, feeling warmth gather in the pit of your stomach. “Keigo!”

He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked harshly, making you cry out even louder.

Keigo felt himself lose touch with everything, he was only focused on you in the moment. Fuck, was he hard too. Hearing your moans. Shit, he couldn’t wait to bury himself into you.

“Baby, do you hear that?” he looked up at you as he promptly replaced his tongue with his fingers. “Listen.” he pumped his fingers into you. “You sound so fucking cute” he groaned, mimicking your soft whimpers. “It feels good, yeah?”

You couldn’t speak, so you just nodded.

Suddenly, he yanked his fingers out of you. His head fell forward to rest on your pubic bone. He sounded as if he came just now even if it was you getting all the pleasure.

Like a predator stalking after it’s prey he meet your eyes. He wore a sadistic grin with his bottom lip taken between his teeth. He sat up, fumbling with his belt buckle.

“You ready for me, princess?”

“Yes, p-please?” you whimpered.

Fuck, you couldn’t do that to him. He had a mind to tear you apart where you lay. Your jaw went slack as his cock was released from its restraints. Would that even- Inside you?!

You felt it brush against you, slightly. You met his eyes and froze there. He was staring down at you. He looked absolutely feral. You could barely look away as he slid himself inside your throbbing hole. He painfully slowly rolled his hips into you. He twitched inside as he bucked his hips into you.

“Look at how good we fit together. That’s right.” he managed through clenched teeth. “My cock was meant to be here. I was meant to fuck you.” he snarled.

You tightened around his length as he thrust harder. “You’re so fucking beautiful, princess.” His jaw dropped again. “Say my name, please?”

“K-keigo.” you obeyed. You felt a warmth in your chest as well as your core. It was like a fire was being ignited in the pit of your soul. “I’m gonna-”

“Fuck! Don’t finish that sentence.” he snarled. “You don’t wanna know what I’m gonna do as a result.”

In a swift motion, you were suddenly staring down at Keigo. He had a death grip on your legs as he was now thrusting upwards. You had your hands on his chest in an attempt to support yourself.

“I think I like you more when you’re riding me.” he bit his lip. “You look so fucking sexy. Those moans, that body, your pretty fucking pussy-”

“Keigo, please! I can’t it anymore.”

“Oh yeah, you gonna cum? You wanna cum for me, baby?” he spoke in a babyish voice. “You wanna cum all over Papa Bird’s cock? Do it, do it for me...ARGH FUCK!”

You felt his warmth inside you at the exact same time you had came. He was shaking under you, rolling his hips upwards to relieve the friction he had caused.

Keigo stared in amazement at a bright light erupted from your chest, a small bird in the shape of smoke began flying around the room.

“That would be spirit.” you laughed tiredly, watching the quirk you had thought died reactivate out of nowhere.

“I hope you know...you can never leave me now.” Keigo sat up to lay kisses on your neck. “You’re mine now.”

(AND DONE! This was Hawks debut on the blog so lets all give hem a huge hello!)

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A/N: Stucky (primarily Steve)/Reader. 2k words of idkwhatthisisi’msorry. There was a prompt from six months ago that I wrote this for but I lost the message and I can’t remember! All mistakes are my own, please stop reading if you are not 18+

brooklyn after dark masterlist

You wake up in scattered shock.

Knee-jerk reaction to fast hands sliding between your thighs, fingers carelessly ticking sensitive skin.

You wake up to a groggy voice, slurred with sleep and raspy-raw.

“Baby,” it croaks from between your legs, “Honey, sweetheart, sugar. Please, please, please let me eat your pussy.”

Wha—

A few disbelieving blinks as you scrabble for your bearings—can’t see shit—still dark—head throbbing.

“Oh god, I wanna sosososo bad,” and then hands are between your knees, spreading your legs apart. “So… damn... tasty. Uh-huh… Come to daddy.”

Who the fuck is—damn it, Bucky.

In the dead hour of four-something when nothing should be moving so intentionally, an unsteady moan tumbles out of him when he starts groping for your ass.

“Buck!” You whisper, kicking your leg to shake him off. Grabbing the covers with one hand, you reach under with the other, swatting his head and trying to get a firm hold on him. Slippery fucking man.

He pauses for a second before his body goes limp, half hanging off the foot of the bed and you groan at his weight. Idiot boy. Two hundred pounds of horny somnambulist dropping like an anchor on your poor legs.

Fiddling now with how to get him back up to his regular spot, you try to do it quietly, the warmth radiating next to your left shoulder a compelling incentive. Even with your wits barely about you, you know better than to wake—

“Whassit? Whas goin’ on?”

Steve. Ah.

“Nothing,” you sigh, reaching over and stroking his arm absently, one foot tapping against Bucky’s waist to urge him upward. “He’s just sleep-talking again.”

Steve makes a groggy noise of comprehension. “Sleep-talking or sleep-fucking?”

“Just sleeping now. Ugh… didn’t mean to wake you.”

He’d come in late again—meetings and paperwork keeping him well after hours. Not even able to do it from home, which would have been nice. At least here you could make sure he was eating, or drinking enough water, or at least be in the presence of good company.

Instead, you and Buck watched a movie, took a few rounds of shots (because he likes the taste and how you look dancing all over the coffee table), fooled around in the kitchen, and turned in around two—Steve nowhere in sight. Some jobs were Captain-Only, which meant you’d have to make peace with being useless.

That’s generally not a task that goes over well. The amount of untamed energy Bucky exudes without Steve’s guidance is… close to being categorized as a natural disaster and trying to stay up with him is always a double-edged sword. Lots of fun, sure, but he requires less sleep than you do and can finagle you into getting piss drunk with a single smirk.

“Wish you’d been more responsible.” Bone-tired and Steve’s still bossy. His arm is heavy as it snakes over your tummy. “You know he needs direction.”

“Hey, I tried.”

“Issat right? That why your panties’re on the counter? Shirt in the sink, too. Come home close to four and still gotta clean up after the two of you.”

His raspy breath tickles, plump lips crushed just below your ear—enough to start a chain reaction of shudders.

“Go back to sleep,” you huff, embarrassed. It was only a few hours ago so your head’s still a bit fuzzy—vague memory of playful touches before hearing, hop up, baby, from Bucky. And you, tittering and zealous the whole way, kissing him like he’d never been kissed before.

YouTube blinking on the T.V., stuck on some ad because the streaming’s a snail’s pace from when Steve set up the internet and tried to pinch pennies at the same time. Bucky’s specially crafted “Wine, Dine, and Sixty-Nine” playlist refusing to load even half a song afterwards so neither of you could spare your neighbors from hearing all the noises.

Hopefully the laughter was loudest, and not the primal fucking, or the crashing when you slipped off the counter and knocked Bucky on his ass.

You giggle at that. Years and years together and some nights still feel brand new.

“Have fun without me?”

There’s no real jealousy in Steve’s voice, but there is greed behind the question. A single night away and he acts like he’s never been kissed either.

Your eyes start fluttering when his fingers curl around your hipbone. Je-sus. Hell. It’s too late—early—for this.

You grumble his name, asking him to save it for a couple more hours when your brain doesn’t feel pried free, but, Captain-Only mode activated and he’s not deterred. A bloodhound on a fresh trail.

The hand on your hip turns inward and you’re suddenly aware of him pressed against your body, that hot line of him, pulsing on your upper thigh. He tilts forward, one knee rubbing up your leg. Bucky stirs a little and makes another declaration about how he’s fit for the CEO position of Eating Your Ass, but nothing more after that.

“He do you good?” Steve wonders, apparently not giving a fuck about whether Bucky’s dead or alive down there and instead only worried about repositioning you, rolling you on your side, “That why you’re so happy to get me out of the house? So you two can fool around unchecked as much as you want?”

“Steve, you know damn well—"

His hand slips around the side of your neck, four thick fingers drumming over the ridges of your throat. “Watch your mouth,” he whispers, “before you get yourself into any more trouble.”

He gets mean without enough sleep. And no one would ever guess, but other than working over some poor punching bag that’ll never see the light of day after he gets his hands on it, Captain America likes to fuck it out. You and Buck have properly come out of a few sessions barely alive, feeling like two ends of a slinky that’s taken one too many tumbles down a flight of stairs.

You squirm as he palms your bottom with his free hand, kneading the bare flesh a flimsy pair of sleeping shorts can’t cover.

“Gotta be quiet,” he tells you gently, “Can’t wake him, can we.” Christ help you. What a time to play a game. You mumble under your breath, “Do I have a choice?”

A prod at your already sore entrance, and Steve says, annoyingly convinced, “I think you’ve already made your choice.”

He stills for a second when Bucky flops around on the mattress and then he starts pressing his mouth to your back, your shoulder, other hand holding you steady with expertise. It’s Steve’s favorite position when he wants to be in charge—you, writhing and turned away, usually leaned about 50 degrees and pawing at Bucky’s chest—this morning, feebly snatching sheets instead.

It doesn’t take any buildup. He’s achingly ready; you’re willingly wet. Clothes moved just enough out of the way and his two fingers slide upward, pushing barely to spread you before he quickly replaces it with something much thicker. It’s only been a few seconds. He’s too fast for you to get a word in edgewise, your brain still muddled, body cooperative.

“Huh,” Steve mumbles, slowly feeling his way into position, “A bit fucked loose, aren’t you?”

“Steve,” you hiss in reply, clenching up reflexively the same time mortification bursts across your scrunched- up face. “Don’t say that.”

“Hush, baby.”

“I’m trying—”

“Try harder.” And he’s evil incarnate, you swear. Satan himself packaged up in the neat body of a demigod. He rolls his hips slowly until the tops of his thighs are pressed against your ass, fingers holding so tight you think he’s going to spear right into bone. “Stay still or you’re gonna knee Buck in the cheek.”

You twist your head around, instead, shaking your chin free from his hand, hoping that once he sees your pitiful expression, he’ll find it in his heart to maybe not pound you into oblivion with bells on.

Of course, Steve’s not looking anywhere but down the line of your back and further to where he’s opening you up, bottom lip tucked into his teeth.

You constantly rib him about how he’s making up for all the years he spent with the two working eyes of a mole so now he’ll break his neck to watch. Bucky’s confirmed it multiple times to Steve’s chagrin, cackling at the way Steve goes purple defending himself. You love the stories they tell and retell; you try to spend most your time making up for all those years you weren’t there to find out.

Who isn’t in this relationship? Violently horny like teenagers, the three of you, spending every idle hour mishandling for each other like it’s the first time. Excitement primeval like animals in heat, apparently instinctual enough for one of you to do it in his sleep. Years and years and it still feels brand new.

The bed’s rocking surprisingly moderately for Steve’s usual pace, and it’s a bit heartwarming to know that he’s doing it because he really doesn’t want to wake Bucky, but he ramps up his game. He starts whispering again, meaner, hotter, the damn mouth on Steve Rogers continuing to give you hell this early morning.

He pinches your nipple hard, letting you gasp at the brief sting before he goes back up to your chin, your mouth, and then he puts the entire hand over it.

“Quiet. Not another fucking word out of you. Gotta teach you how to behave this morning, don’t I?” He’s working himself up, working you over, even pulling you back on him by the hips and then wiggling you up and down on him like he’s adjusting you on a saddle. Motherfucker.

Your toes curl, knees grinding, legs folding up to get simultaneously closer and away from him and it feels—it feels so excruciatingly good—the effortless glide of his cock, the burn of friction dragging itself out the more you wriggle. Whatever indelicate sounds falling out of your mouth are getting mashed back in, Steve ramming himself into your body, shaking your brain further loose.

He’s probably louder than he intends to be—you know how he gets when he’s close— bombs could be dropping two feet away and Steve Rogers would hear nothing but the roar of his own wanting, chasing it until he crashes into bits. You’re chasing too, both hands clamped around his wrist, arching your back to near breaking.

“Yeah,” he rasps out, “That’s it, that’s good, baby. Ugnn—back up on me, stay—right there.”

More uneven jerking, he releases your face and starts rubbing your clit, saying, you like it like this? Like me givin’ it to you good like this? And you’re shaking in his arms, the both of you tipping over the edge.

“I wasn’t serious,” Steve says later after a few moments, lips all soft and gentle on your neck, rather than fierce like before, “Bout you bein’—” you can feel him shrugging, “Y’know… fucked loose.” He whispers the last part like it’s a sin.

You snort, “You turning decent on me? After railing me to death?”

“You sound pretty lively to me.” He pokes your side, “I just… woke up and remembered how much I missed you last night.”

“I’m not going anywhere. You’ve got both of us here—shit!”

“Steeeeeve,” and the sound of it slaps both you back to reality. Sleep-smashed, more tipsy than any alcohol could make him, Bucky’s giggles break the steady pattern of muffled conversation. His vibranium hand pats around for a new destination, undeterred by the disruption of his previous mission.

You can’t believe it. He’s still asleep.

“Steeeevie,” Bucky mewls again, “Lemme— lemme suck your dick, sweetheart.”

What a menace. Your shoulders start quivering as you poorly hold it back, pfffftppblffpt’s kickstarting Steve into a tizzy right alongside you.

Bursting laughter finally wakes him up. Bucky yelps once, twice, flailing like a cat caught unawares and rolls himself right off the goddamn bed.

Two hundred pounds of newly conscious pervert wallops the hardwood floor and you’re sure the entire apartment complex—if they didn’t hear the ruckus last night—certainly heard it this morning.

#marvel #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #stucky x reader #smut #marvel smut #reader insert #mcu

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hikarimiyanaga · 3 years

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Loving You (Part 2)

Part 1

Because I just realized how short the first part was... and despite being hell week for me I'm going to give an update because I expected this fic to be just under 10,000 words but now it's double that amount... I did not plan nor expect this... so here we are! I had a solid plotline... and everything just kinda derived off that.

Oh well, I love Wanda anyways.

Warning: Omegaverse. Beta!Reader x Omega!Wanda Maximoff. Curse Words.

Taglist : @mitchiesdungeon

You yawn as you read the last chapter of your latest novel. Your phone pings and you furrow your eyebrows… Who knows your number? You haven’t given it to anyone ove-

“The goddamn bookmark.” You groan as you remember. Right. That bookmark was pretty important to you until high school that you’ve written your number on it. You finish your novel before getting your phone. It was an unknown number.

Unknown: Pretty smooth.

You: I forgot that my number was there.

You save her number nonetheless.

Wanda: Oh. Still. This works out for me.

You: Why?

Wanda: I get to talk to you even if you avoid me.

You sigh.

You: You still want to hang out with me?

Wanda: Desperately. I love talking to you.

You blush and gulp. You decide to tell her the truth.

You: I love talking to you too.

Wanda: *Heart eyes*

Wanda: See? Let’s eat lunch tomorrow.

You: No.

Wanda: Why not?

You: People will avoid you.

Wanda: Don’t care.

You: You should.

Wanda: Why should I?

Wanda groans in frustration. Why were you so stubborn? Why can’t you just fall for her charms?

You: Just because.

You: Don’t try to eat with me tomorrow.

You: I won’t be in the cafeteria.

You: Goodnight.

You charge your phone and sigh. You like her. You really do but you can’t drag her into the shitty treatment of a Beta. Moreover, she was an Omega. Omegas tended to treat Betas more harshly than Alphas did. You shudder as you think of last year. You clutch your chest as you cry silently. Never again.

You yawn as you trudge through the halls again… maybe reading a long novel into the night wasn’t such a good idea. You go to your locker and get your books for the day.

“You still haven’t told me why.” You close your locker in shock and flinch as Wanda frowns at you. You sigh and run a hand through your hair. “Did I wake you up last night?”

“No. I was reading a novel.” You answer quickly and walk away.

“Come on, tell me.” She follows you and you groan as you drag her into a bathroom.

“It’s because you’re an Omega!” You shout and grit your teeth. “The people here will eat you alive if you hang out with me.” You say more softly and run a hand through your hair. “The Omegas will think that you’ve betrayed them and settled with a lowly Beta.”

“I don-“ She reasons but you glare at her.

“Stop being a stubborn idiot! Do you want to get bullied!?” She stops as she sees the sadness in your eyes.

“They bullied you?” She whispers and reach out to you but you pull away as if she’s too hot and you just got burned. You take a deep breath and hide your trembling hand.

“Just stop trying to hang out with me. It won’t do you any good.” You leave her and she clutches her chest. What have they done to you?

You eat alone on the bleachers and read.

“Here you are.” You flinch and look down on the voice. It was Pietro. What could he possibly want? Wanda was the only one wanting to hang out with you. The only one trying to be your friend. What was her twin brother doing here? At your hiding place that you chose so she would finally get the clue and leave you alone.

“Wha-“ He hops on and sits besides you. What’s with the Maximoff siblings and never bothering to ask for permission? You glare at him and stop reading. Damn it, you were at a really good part too.

“You’re the Beta that my sister wants to hang out with.” You gulp and nod in confirmation. “She’s avoiding me and was trying to find you earlier.”

“Did she eat yet?” You ask, worry settling in your stomach. Where is she? He sighs and settles in besides you.

“I don’t know.” You stand and get your bag. You stand and jump down from the bleachers. “Where are you-“

“I’ll find her!” You shout and run away from him. What the hell was she thinking?

It took at least 15 minutes but you found her reading on a secluded bench. You sigh as you approach her.

“Why are you so stubborn?” You ask and she closes her book.

“I’m not stubborn, I just don’t want to be with Pietro and his new friends.” She looks at you and your ragged appearance. Did you come looking for her? She smiles at the thought of you running around everywhere just for her.

“Aren’t they your friends too?”

“No. Not when they judge someone based on their second gender.” You sigh and sit besides her. You hold out a sandwich. She smiles then takes it. She takes a bite of it and beams. You get your book from your bag and read.

“We can hang out.” She turns to you with shining eyes. You sigh. “Only in places like this or the-“

“Library.” You both say and you hum. You notice that there were some sauce on the corner of her lips so you wipe it with your thumb. Wanda gulps as you lick it up. She blushes even more when you look at her.

“Stop being a messy eater.” You settle in the seat. Wanda just stares for a few more seconds before eating again.

You were in your last AP Class when Wanda texts you. You sigh in relief as you don’t hear your phone ping. Thank god, you remembered to turn it into silent mode earlier. You discreetly open it.

Wanda: I’m in the library, where are you?

You discreetly reply to her.

You: Still in class. Syl.

You hide your phone in your bag quickly when you saw the teacher glance at your direction.

“Miss Y/LN?” You answer the question of the teacher and she nods as you gave the correct one.

It took at least half an hour more before the class ended. You were packing up your things when someone hovers over you.

“So you really do take all of the AP Classes.” You look up and gulp. It was Angel. “You have more than me too.” You nod.

“I-I have to go.” You quickly leave and go to the library. You go to the table that you occupied yesterday and Wanda was there. She was reading again and you sit besides her.

“Hey.” She greets and you hum.

“What are you reading?”

“One of your recommendations from the bookmark.”

“Which one?”

“Digital Fortress.”

“Ah. Dan Brown.”

“Yeah. Most of his works are in here.”

“That’s because I got addicted to his works at one point.”

“So what’s your favorite genre?”

“Definitely mystery and thriller. I read most investigation cases.”

“True crime?”

“Yep. I love watching their documentaries too.” She smiles and you get a book from your backpack.

“How about you? What’s your favorite genre?”

“Definitely Sci-fi.”

“Ah. Then you’ve read The Giver?”

“Yeah. You have?”

“Yep.” Before you knew it, the two of you have a two-hour discussion on the book.

You were laughing with Wanda when you notice the clock on the wall and pale.

“Shit.” You quickly stuff your novel into your bag.

“What’s wrong?”

“Come on.” You both get outside and you sigh. “Mom is going to get angry if I’m late.”

“Oh. Okay. Sorr-“

“Don’t be, It was fun hanging out with you.” Wanda beams at that and you give her a smile. “Do you have any ride? Or should I walk you home?” Wanda crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow at you.

“What? Because I’m an Omega?” You roll your eyes and huff.

“No. Because you’re my friend, you idiot. I worry if I leave you here alone and your house is too far away.”

“What if my house is close?” You smirk and turn away from her.

“Then I’ll be goi-“ She grabs your bag and pulls you. You turn to her with a smile and she flicks your forehead.

“Idiot.” You rub your forehead.

“So what is it?”

“I’m waiting for Pietro to finish his Track and Field training. He’s my ride.”

“Oh yeah. Your twin is an omega too, right?”

“Yep.”

“Any other siblings then?”

“No. Just us two.”

“How do you handle heats then?”

“Why?”

“Just curious. Both of my older sisters are Alphas and Mom always take care of Ma so I-“ You blush and look away. “I don’t know that much about Omegas.”

“Ah. We typically use a jacket of dad’s and drink suppressants.” You scrunch your face at that.

“How many times do you take it?”

“Typically, twice a day but if it gets bad then thrice, if it’s really bad we double the amount.”

“Damn, that’s a lot of chemicals in your body.” She shrugs.

“The price of a heat.”

“What about your scent?”

“My dad’s clothing.”

“Ah. That’s it?”

“Typically, yeah. Why?”

“Nothing. Just sometimes I can smell some Omegas that have heat even though they’re already wearing an Alpha’s clothing.”

“Whoa. Betas can’t usually smell them.” You shrug.

“Wanda!” Pietro calls out and you two turn at him.

“And that’s my cue.”

“See you again tomorrow?” You smile at her and nod.

“Send me a text again.” You wave her goodbye then leave.

When you get home, your mom is waiting with her arms crossed and you gave a nervous laugh.

“I’m home?”

“Where have you been? It’s-“

“Zale.” You Ma calls out and both you and your mom turns to her. “Don’t pressure Y/N.”

“I was hanging out with a friend and lost track of time. Sorry.”

“A friend?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Alright, then. Go get changed and come back in fifteen minutes.”

“Thanks, Ma.” You quickly go upstairs, and Dahlia sits beside Zale. They look at each other and sigh in relief.

“She’s making friends.”

“Thank god, I thought she would be a loner for all of her high school days.”

You sit down beside Zale and Dahlia gives you a plate of food.

“Thanks, Ma.” You smile at her and she gives you a pat on the head.

“So, who’s your friend?” Your mom asks after a few minutes and you stop. Dahlia hits Zale but Zale just shushes her.

“What?”

“You’re friend that you hung out with?”

“Ah. Her name’s Wanda. She’s new in town and a sophomore just like me.”

“That’s good, Y/N.” You nod and Zale pats your head.

“She sounds like a nice friend.” You grin at them.

“She is!”

You’ve been watching a docuseries again when your phone rings.

“Y/N?” You sit and furrow your brows.

“Val? Why are-“

“Can you come pick me up? Please?” You assure her that you will and you wear your jacket. You can’t help but worry, why was she there? What happened? Why did she want you to pick her up?

“Where are you?”

“Club Prestige.” The defeat in her voice only makes you quicken your actions.

“Okay. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“Thank you.” You hang up and get your mom’s car keys. Both of your parents are watching a movie and looks at you. You inform them before leaving.

“I’m picking Val up.”

“Why? What happened?”

“I don’t know either. I’ll go to her.”

“Drive safely, Y/N, please.”

“Okay. Thanks!” You quickly go to the garage and open the gate. You get inside of your mom’s car and drive after the gate opens up. You got to Club Prestige in under 8 minutes.

“Val? Whe-“ You hear soft sobbing from an alley and see your sister sitting on the ground while hugging her knees. “Val?” She looks up to you and sniffles.

“Y/N?” You kneel besides her and nod.

“It’s me.” She hugs you and wails.

“S-she was kissing another girl, Y/N. I-I thought she wa-was my soulmate.” She stutters and you rub her back to comfort her.

You drive your sister back home after calming her down. Your parents, thankfully, have gone to bed already. And even though, you technically still have school tomorrow, you decide to stay up late to comfort Valerie.

“You want anything? Ice cream? Cake?”

“Oreos and strawberry ice cream? Do we have them?”

“I’ll look and even if we don’t I’ll bike to get some.”

“Really?”

“Of course.” You smirk at her. “You’re my sister, Val and I happen to take broken heart seriously.” She gives you a smile and a nod.

“Thank you.” You go to the refrigerator and sigh in relief. The two things she wanted are both there and while you really would ride your bike to get them, you preferred to just stay inside. You get them and two spoons. You give her them and get the remote.

“The Owl House?”

“Please.” She gives you a grateful smile then turns to the tv. You spend all night marathoning the series.

“Y/N.” Zale shakes you to no avail. Both you and Valerie slept on the living room. “Little one! You still have school in an hour.” That woke you up and you look around, confused at your surroundings. This isn’t your room.

“Honey, you’re in the living room. You slept here with Val.” Dahlia fixes Valerie’s position on the couch and you stretch your body.

“What time is it?”

“6 am.”

“Okay. I’ll take a shower then.” You get up and Dahlia goes to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Zale cleans up the mess that you and Valerie left on the coffee table.

“Morning, little one.” You give a kiss to Dahlia’s cheek as you move pass her and sit on the chair besides Zale. She gives you a plate of pancakes and you thank her before eating.

“Sis still isn’t awake?” You look at the living room and can faintly see her arm.

“Afraid not. She’s going to miss her classes.” You scrunch up your face.

“It’s Thursday, Ma, she doesn’t have classes today.” Your parents look at you and you raise an eyebrow at them. “Did you two forget?” They look away and blush while you smirk at them. Dahlia sits beside you and pat your head. You finish eating breakfast and get your jacket.

“Bye, Mom, Ma!”

“Bye, Y/N!” Your sister stirs but stay asleep. You leave your house and go to school.

You were getting books from your locker when a voice interrupts you.

“Whoa! You smell like an Alpha!” You glare at Jason, one of the Betas who are friendly with you and would sometimes talk to you. “Good for you, Y/LN!” Wanda frowns at that. You really do smell like an Alpha. You did spend the whole night wearing it while you were with Valerie.

“Asshole. It’s my sister’s scent.” You close your locker and Wanda sighs in relief at your words.

“But we don’t get heats?”

“So? Can’t I spend time with my sister without it being her protecting my scent?” Jason holds up his hands in surrender and you roll your eyes. You get to your first class.

Lunch rolls around and you buy some breads and a couple of juices before going into the courtyard. You head to the secluded bench and she was there reading.

“Have you eaten yet?” Wanda looks at you and smiles. She shakes her head and you sigh. You give her half of the things you bought. She thanks you and she puts her book in her bag before getting her wallet.

“How much do I owe you?” You raise an eyebrow as you open up the bread you bought.

“For what?”

“Lunch?” You give her a flick to the forehead and sigh. She rubs the spot you flicked before hiding her wallet.

“Nothing. Go buy tomorrow.”

“And you’ll wait here?” She asks with shining eyes and you sigh.

“Yes.” You eat with her and she smiles.

Classes pass by and you meet Wanda again in the library.

“Hey.” You greet as you sit on the chair besides her. She looks at you and catches your sister’s scent… how long will it last?

“How long does an Alpha’s scent last?” She asks and you shrug.

“No idea but as long as someone’s scent isn’t too overbearing or too much then it can last long.” You see her look at your jacket. “Can you still smell my sis?”

“Yes. It’s faint now, unlike this morning.” You hum.

“Betas’ scents are like that. Not overbearing or too much.” She nods.

“I like yours much better though.” You gulp and blush at her words.

“What?”

“Your scent? It’s more calming and soothing to me.” You get even redder. Nobody has ever told you that. Hell, most Omegas and Alphas ignore you because your scent is just average. Nothing special like theirs. Wanda is the first one to ever compliment it.

“T-thanks.” She smiles as you clear your throat and read your book. You really are falling for her charms.

A/N:

Hell week is coming after me. Send help.

After I die from my finals maybe someone can summon my soul to hopefully finish this.

Jokes aside... I had another motivation to post this... since one of my favorite authors just followed me and... my heart died? I just really love their stories then they followed and I just.

Thank you, really.

#Wanda Maximoff x reader #Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader #Omegaverse #Omegaverse fic #Marvel #Marvel Fanfic #Scarlet Witch x reader #Wanda x you #wanda x y/n

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itjazzbicch · 2 years

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No Self Control

Pairing: Daniel Garcia x Fem Reader

Summary: Always being teased by her fellow members of Team Taz, she decides to go after her deepest desires when she comes across her love interest, Daniel, in the club; neither of them having any self control when their moment sparks...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (I just wanted to be real dirty yall lmfao)

(Also my first time writing for Daniel so I hope I did well!)

Requested by: No one (But I hope you all enjoy it!)

Word Count: 1443

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @jessiebean00 @new-zealand-chic @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @hungmanhorsecarriage @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @whenimakeitshine1234

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

My eyes couldn’t help but light up when I heard that swooning whistle that was like music to my ears. It made my knees weak and my face hot every time I heard it, eyes full of desire when Daniel walked past my table at the party, looking down at my dress and winking.

“Ooo,” Ricky whistled, sipping his drink; Hook having to add:

“Who you smiling at like that?”

“Smiling like what?” I tried to play off, but failed miserably.

“You act like we don’t know,” Ricky sighed, laughing at me.

Those two were like brothers to me, but ever since I started talking to Daniel, they either teased me or went into brother mode.

“You know, I’m always stuck with you two,” I noted, taking my drink and flipping my hair, “I’m going to hang with my girls.”

This club was really going, all of the girls out on the dance floor. I finished my drink first because with everyone on the floor, it was bound to be spilled. They knew how to put me in just the right mood to dance, the music flooding my ears and my brain absorbed every sound, taking control of me.

“About damn time you got out here!” Penelope smiled, taking my hand and guiding me to all of us girls on the dance floor, “Looks like you got eyes on you already.”

Even through a crowd of people, I could find Daniel’s eyes. I didn’t even make a move and he was watching with a smirk, waiting for more and I gladly gave that to him.

Penelope had already read my mind, twirling me around and giving me the little push I needed. The music flooded me all over again, my girls and I not afraid to dance, grinding with one another, truly having a fun time.

I ended up so lost in the music, confused with Penelope’s eyes popped with excitement, turning me around and when I felt familiar hands, I knew.

“Hope you saved some for me,” Daniel whispered in my ear, taking me away a bit while we swayed to the music.

His eyes were so alluring, the smirk on his face when I turned actually making my knees weak, but I matched his vibes, feeling how his fingers pressed deeper into my hips when I circled my hips nice and slow, grinding back into him, smiling:

“Think I’d give them my best when you’re here?”

“Your best, huh?” He smirked, licking his lower lip, “So nice of you to save it for me.”

“Wouldn’t want to give it to anyone else,” I turned to whisper back to him, a lush smile on my face while watching his reaction to my hips going round and round, able to feel is bulge grow with every touch and grind.

With smiles, we actually danced a little, but the temptations were vigorous, his hand sliding down to my inner thigh and keeping me against him; the only space between us being the arch of my back, his hands taking strong grips with a slight tremble.

“If you want a little more, all you have to do ask,” I giggled, a whisper past his ear, “Your hands are doing a lot of talking for you.”

“Actions speak louder than words,” He nibbled along my ear, “Just have this feeling that you’re going to say yes.”

Given the surroundings, I was able to blend in with all of the dancing, turning around and palming his hard on, smiling:

“Feeling all that, damn right yes is the answer.”

He knew how to blend in as well, but still bold and brave, a hand under my dress, squish my ass while his lips steamed against mine, “If we get off this dance floor, you can have an even better feel.”

“What are we waiting for then?” I giggled, informing when I felt him take another handful, “And I’m not wearing panties if you want to keep feeling.”

Given the invitation, his hand slid just a bit further, finger running through my folds and getting slicked, a soft bite capturing my lip and pulling a slight moan from me while it pushed into me slowly, the curling of his finger and a slight pump revealing the friction.

I could feel how he was fighting more urges, knowing we couldn’t do it right then and there. Nothing but dirty thoughts beaming through his eyes when he slipped out, keeping my hand while we snuck off of the dance floor.

Private dance room

Privacy was exactly what we need and despite that being a hands-off in the club, Daniel gladly made it ours, rushing in and locking the door.

“Are we even allowed in here?” I laughed and immediately got hit with heat, watching Daniel throw off his shirt and growl against my lips:

“Does it look like I give a fuck right now?”

I quickly shook my head, cupping his face and kissing hard, “But I know a fuck I do want to give right now.”

“I’m giving it to you,” He chuckled, quickly unbuttoning his pants, “You were tight around just my finger, let alone all this.”

“Ain’t my fault you keep turning me on,” I snickered, looking down and feeling his cock for myself, my hand having more than enough to explore and learn, “Now, you gonna give it to me or do I just have to use my hand?”

I got in a few quick strokes, still able to see able to see the heat in his face with the red neon lights against it, the salacity in his eyes beaming back into my gaze.

“You’re taking all of it,” He grinned, sending me back with giggles when he took my ankles and threw my legs up, giggles fading and converting into shrill; Daniel having the turn to laugh when I realized that was only half of his cock, the next shrill even louder when his hips smacked mine, “Every damn inch.”

The impact hit my stomach already, whimpering and enjoying it, squeezing him and able to feel every inch slide back down:

“Ooo, oh my god.”

“Squeezing the fuck out of me, Y/N,” He smiled, pushing my legs further away, hips putting immense amounts of power in every thrust, the chain straps of my chest falling, steaming skin unfamiliar to the coldness, making a breath seize on my chest, choking on moans.

“D-Daniel-l,” I choked, whining hard at his cock hitting every sensitive bump up to my deepest point, massive pressure smacking my clit, able to grab the back of his neck and pull him to a kiss, “I don’t think we’ll be able to stop with you fucking me this good.”

“I know how to lay it down, baby,” He was proud of, eyes turning to see one of my heels pop off, smiling against the moans hitting his lips, “Have fun trying to walk in those later.”

“I don’t care,” I cried, head dropping back when he pushed my legs forward, a pinch in my lower core, “I’m only worried about one thing right now!”

“What’s that, hm?” He toyed, knees hooking onto his shoulders, kisses leading to nips at my jaw and down my neck, hands taking a base on the back of the lounge booth, “Should’ve known the moment you put that ass on me that I’d end up fucking you like this.”

“Mhm!” I whined, gasping at my walls pulsating around him, all of the skin to skin more sensitive and hot, the coil that held my orgasm ready to snap, “I knew you’d be so fucking good!”

Momentarily he looked down, a proud chuckle along with our kiss while he kept pounding his hips into mine, giving almost no space, pointing out, “Got me trapped down here. Gonna cum already?”

I nodded quickly, words failing to form and turning into babbles, becoming harder to breathe, closing my eyes tight to try and focus, but seeing stars and white dots flying everywhere, that coil splitting like fragile hairs.

“I’m cuming, Danny!” That’s all I could get out before my mind was spent spiraling, nothing but moans flying when my hips jerked and I came undone, high off of the feeling.

“Got damn, baby,” He huffed, keeping my knees pinned against the couch, getting the last series of thrusts he had left in him, vision going from black to red and fixing on his face, a little worn, but still as sexy as usual.

“I never liked being impatient so much,” I cooed, smiling as I was given a kiss:

“I just can’t control myself around you.”

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⤷ note: apologies for losing your request, anon, but thank you for requesting! this is my first time writing a full fic in second person, so bear with me, and i hope this is what you were looking for <3

The Great American Bake Off

pairing: corpse husband x gn!reader

word count: 3.6k

genre: fluff

summary: you’ve been jealous of rae and her closeness with your boyfriend since the dawn of time, but things change and friendships are made once she comes over for one hell of a cooking video.

Corpse, among many other things, was a man many wished to have.

It’s the truth; even if he didn’t have a YouTube channel through which millions kept up with everything from horror stories to Among Us gameplays, people would still turn heads and whisper whenever he spoke - that attention more than multiplied when he started blowing up and his social media presence grew.

With growth come numbers, and there are always people behind said numbers. Through them, Corpse makes wonderful friends - through them, you had met him, too. All the way back, during his horror narration days, you had grown to like him - really, who wouldn’t?

A DM you once sent after a few drinks, when you claimed to your friends you’d get the “deep-voiced man of your dreams” you often talked about and they, in turn, challenged you to message him, was nothing short of a joke and the idea of him responding was merely a pipe dream. What you hadn’t expected, however, was a response, which wrecked your brain at noon the next day, where your head throbbed with embarrassment, guilt, pride, happiness, a melt of hatred and gratefulness for your friends, panic and the remains of alcohol that tugged at every part of your skull.

It had turned out to be more than a great idea, though, because for the next few weeks you were constantly talking. You learned so much more than he let on in videos, and during late night calls you found out everything from his favorite clothing brand to his favorite color to his thoughts about his own mortality and then back to his favorite cereal. Audio calls and short voice messages turned into hours long FaceTimes that led you from friends to something more. And after a year or so of dating, you packed your bags and made it to sunny San Diego, ready to lay in his arms and sweat bullets.

Safe to say Corpse’s social media presence had its good sides. However, with all good things come bad things too, and you weren’t sure if the bad things were bad at all or you were simply too jealous.

Corpse made wonderful friends thanks to his YouTube channel. He met people he could confide in, meet, people he could talk to about his worst problems, people who would listen - he met people he could have fun with, with who he could forget all about the real world and his own issues, and simply laugh his heart away, play games until the late hours of the night.

If he had to name his closest ones, they would have to be Dave, Loey, maybe Mykie, possibly Jack, and Rae. And that is exactly where the root of the problem stood.

Rae is beautiful, and everyone who denies it must be either dumb or blind. She’s drop dead gorgeous, and funny, and kind, and smart, in a way that made you want to rip your hair out. You wanted to hate her so bad, because the jealousy ate away at you like a damn disease, but you couldn’t, because she was perfect Rae, and as much as you hated the fact she seemed to be perfect inside out, you just couldn’t hate her as her. It was impossible, you concluded.

You convinced yourself you weren’t jealous every time you heard him yelling or laughing at her from his office room - or at least you attempted to do so. Your lunch would turn sour and end up forgotten because you’d be way too focused on listening in on what he was doing and trying to make out what she was saying to even eat at the same pace you previously were. Jealousy ate away at you, no matter if you admitted it to yourself or not.

It didn’t go unnoticed by Corpse, of course. On one late night when you couldn’t sleep and neither could he, as per usual, you turned on a random comedy that you half-heartedly paid attention to, his fingers combing through the knots in your hair peacefully and the slow pace of the movie lulling you to sleep slowly. That is, before his phone rang and lit the mostly dark room. You managed to sneak a glance at the notification before he had, and the familiar bitterness seeped between your ribs as always upon seeing the name displayed at the top of the message, more than awake now.

You visibly stiffened when he laughed at the message and typed something back, shifting your head in his lap as some subconscious attempt at getting him to pay attention to you instead. He put his phone down and you huffed, eyes locked on the TV screen as you pretended to be extremely absorbed in the movie even though you weren’t quite sure of the difference between the protagonist and antagonist anymore. His hands didn’t return to your hair, and that somehow made you even more annoyed.

“What’s up?” Corpse quietly spoke up, barely over the volume over the already quiet movie.

“Nothing.” You said, quicker than you wanted to, and you bit your tongue in cringe when you realised it was an awful lie. Corpse seemed to think the same.

“That’s bullshit. Seriously, what’s wrong?” He asked, and was met with pure silence. In reality, you were hoping he’d simply never realise you were somewhat jealous, because you knew you were being stupid and unreasonable, but you couldn’t help wanting him all to yourself. Admitting it out loud made it so much more real, and so much more embarrassing that you would rather bury yourself alive than admit to being jealous of Rae, of all people.

After a few seconds of silence, save the laughter of characters on screen, he spoke again.

“Are you jealous?” The hint of a teasing tone in his voice made you want to rip your hair out of your skull. Was it really that damn hard to believe that yes, you were jealous of an extremely close friend of his? Was it a crime?

The clenching of your jaw seemed to give Corpse enough of a response, and his hands returned to running themselves through your hair as he giggled to himself.

“What’s so damn funny?” You borderline spat, causing his movements to halt for a second before continuing with even louder laughter.

“I don’t know, just the idea of you being jealous of Rae is so funny. I’ve noticed the way you roll your eyes whenever I text her in front of you. You’re not exactly sneaky, you know?” His words made blood rush straight to your face, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. How long has he known this for?

“Sorry. I don’t…” you exhaled and attempted to smile. “I don’t know what’s up with me. I’m so jealous nowadays. I don’t even know why.”

“There’s enough of me to share with everyone, no worries baby.” he replied, teasing tone still yet to dissipate as you slap his knee in mock offense and he starts wheezing.

“Absolutely not! Fucking excuse you, I’m not sharing with anyone!” you gaped at him as he kept laughing.

That was the end of it - or at least Corpse thought so. Needless to say, he was wrong.

Your mood would instantly turn sour whenever he’d laugh at one of her messages, and you attempted to push down every eye roll whenever he’d sit on his phone, between your legs, back turned to you so you could see everything, and open Rae’s DMs again. Sometimes you managed, sometimes you couldn’t help it, but you did your best to do it whenever he wasn’t looking. Because you truly knew you were being unreasonable, especially whenever you have to relay situations like how he had to postpone a date one time because Rae asked him to play Rust for a bit longer and you almost ripped all your hair out of your skull in frustration back to your best friend who just turned Rae and Corpse into the villains in the situation because that’s what best friends are supposed to do.

Not like he was going out of his way to talk to her a concerning amount, they mostly talked in groupchats and on streams and that was only a few times weekly, but it did absolutely nothing to calm the green monster growing stronger in you every day, fed by every laugh she got out of him.

The green monster fucking loved it when Corpse excitedly announced to you that he’s finally meeting his friends for the first time, and by friends meaning Rae, Sykkuno and Karl. You, however… were far from impressed.

He paced around the room in excitement, a mix of obvious anxiety and joy evident on his face, and he fiddled with the strings of his hoodie with shaky hands as he very proudly announced that he would be the second tallest person in the room through a blinding, pearly grin, and seeing him so electrified couldn’t help but make you shut your jealous thoughts up, even if just for a little bit, and mirror his grin back to him.

What did, however, make you as anxious as him was when he announced they’d a) be coming to your shared apartment and b) making a cooking video - it sent you into a panicked mom mode as you dusted every corner of every room and vacuumed everything from the kitchen to the balcony and Corpse did nothing but record you as you anxiously rambled and laugh at you from his place on your bed.

When the dreaded Saturday finally came, and the first person to arrive, Sykkuno, rang your doorbell, you squeezed Corpse’s hand to stop him from nervously toying with his rings and opened the door, and you greeted the man like he was your own brother and not a person you’d seen probably a total of three times through the computer screen and someone who’s seen you maybe two times, from the pictures Corpse sent him, in your best attempt to make both of them more comfortable. It actually kind of worked - turns out Sykkuno is a pretty affectionate guy, too, and a conversation started as soon as he stepped in. Corpse gave you a look when you pulled away from Sykkuno’s half-hug, and you almost laughed out loud at the irony when his phone lit up with a notification from Rae announcing she was almost there at that exact moment.

She had kept true to her word; ten minutes or so later, another ring was heard and you gestured to Corpse to open it this time as you gave Sykkuno his cup of water and resisted any and every urge to roll your eyes or do something otherwise bitchy and stupid. Corpse did as told, and you watched them hug and listened to Rae squeal in excitement through the open door of the living room and decided to plaster a smile on your face for as long as you could muster before you remove yourself from the situation when they start filming.

Unfortunately for you, the first person she locked eyes with was exactly you, and they lit up an even prettier brown (if that was even possible) as she beelined to you and you barely got a greeting out before she engulfed you in a large hug, arms wrapping around your neck as she swayed both of you side to side.

“Oh my God, you must be Y/N! I’ve heard so much about you, it’s so nice to finally meet you!” Rae cheered into your ear before she finally pulled back, before shooting an infectious grin at you that you couldn’t help but return back.

“All good things, I hope.” you chuckled as she moved to greeting Sykkuno, and nodded her head with an enthusiastic giggle of her own. You eyed Corpse for a second who simply leaned against the door frame, watching the whole thing unfold with somewhat of a proud smile on his face, before Rae turned back to you and your attention was on her again.

“Of course! Corpse is very much a simp for you, you know that?” She said and both you and Corpse laughed, especially him, who nodded his head in agreement as she sat back down, still beaming at you.

“Well, I’m happy to hear that.” you respond before turning back to Corpse. “Where’s Karl at?”

“He’ll be here in half an hour or so, he only landed recently.” he said. You nodded and moved to sit on a nearby chair to leave space for the guests on the couch.

Karl ended up arriving in twenty minutes and apprised everyone of the information that “his taxi driver is a psycho that, apparently, doesn’t fear stop signs or the police” before setting up the camera in your kitchen and tried his best to attach lapel mics on everybody (admittedly, it took way longer than it should’ve, but he eventually managed and that counted as a win in his book). You reluctantly agreed to be the judge of the finished product when they’re done cooking, and Karl was there for the purposes of being a cameraman and making jokes off screen so he agreed too, albeit way more enthusiastically than you.

The two of you sat behind the camera as the three of them lined up, Corpse wearing a mask and his signature eyepatch (that he didn’t really need, but those two did their job in preserving his privacy) and introduced what they were doing. Corpse was obviously very anxious, hands fidgeting constantly and shivering like a dog after a bath despite the hoodie he was wearing in 100 degree weather because of the shower of sweat that was now drying on his body, and that was partly why you were there, supportive smiles, encouraging cheers and all.

They were making Mexican ground beef tacos, and despite knowing Corpse can barely make a sandwich without setting at least two dishes on fire, you still cheered him on proudly and repeated he was part Mexican himself roughly 5 times a minute, claiming he was going to kill it.

“Kill it? More like kill one of us- CORPSE watch what you’re doing with that fucking knife! You’re proving my point!” Rae yelled at him as he giggled in delight, watching the woman gape at him in pure horror and Sykkuno watch his movements completely entranced as he played with the knife in his hands.

“You’re just mad that he’s going to make tacos fifty times better than you.” you said to Rae, chewing down on some M&Ms that Karl and you shared (both of you decided on a genius plan - you’re going to eat the whole bag before they’re done with cooking so you can claim you’re full and therefore can’t eat the atrocity that will most likely be the tacos).

“Don’t gas me up like that, Y/N, you are well aware I’m shit at cooking. Expect absolutely nothing from me.” he replied over the sizzling of the meat on the pan, throwing a whole spoonful of chili powder into it, earning loud yelling and scolding from your side and loud laughter from Rae.

“HALF A TEASPOON! Half a teaspoon, how have you not remembered this already?! We’ve made tacos a million times now, oh my God, you’re actually stupid.” you yelled at him, arms flailing in the direction of the seasoning to emphasise your ‘half a teaspoon’ point as Rae doubled over in laughter and Sykkuno looked into the pan with a concerned and somewhat afraid look. Just as he peeked in, the overwhelming smell of chili powder started biting away at his eyes, and he jumped away with a yelp.

“Jesus, Corpse!” he exclaimed, rubbing his eyes with his forearm as the whole room burst into laughter and Corpse suspiciously inspected his beef.

“What were you saying about your ‘Mexican king’, Y/N?” Rae asked, pulling out a few tortillas and putting them on the table. You huffed, grabbing another handful of M&Ms.

“Giving him up to God. He’s the only one who can help, at this point.” you said. She giggled in response and Corpse let out some sort of protesting sound and waved his knife around in complaint. “I don’t know who this man is. He broke into my kitchen and now I’m here.”

“Hey, I pay half of your rent!” he said, and you were about to reply but Rae dropped her meat into a pan full of overheated oil, and a loud hiss and some sort of a scream overtook the room as a cloud of steam shot into the air and she frantically looked around for the wooden spoon so the meat wouldn’t stick to the pan. You simply sat and laughed, eating the candy like it was popcorn and you were watching a shitty cooking show - it wasn’t that far from reality, really.

“Um, I just realised I don’t make many tacos, actually.” she said as she helplessly stirred the meat, turning to you with pleading eyes. “What seasoning even goes into this? Y/N, will you help me? Let’s team up against Corpse!”

You tilted your head in thought, but before you could even speak, Corpse spoke up.

“That’s not fucking fair, that’s-that’s against the rules.” he turned to you. “You won’t betray me, right?”

You laughed at him, adjusting in your seat. “I gave up on you ever since you added, like, 3 kilos of seasoning into the meat for no reason.” then you turned to Rae. “Sure, let’s do it, babe.”

Their loud yelling immediately started mixing, Rae’s cheers contrasting Corpse’s protesting. She stuck her tongue out at him meanwhile Corpse shot her the middle finger, and she turned back to you with a grin.

“Alright, what do I put in?”

Roughly twenty unnecessary and extremely long minutes later, the tacos were done, two each for each of them. Rae’s looked the best - probably because you guided her through the whole thing - next to Sykkuno’s, whose you were genuinely intrigued to try. While Corpse was arguing with Rae, he burned roughly half of his already ruined beef, and Karl made the very nice observation that it looked like a bird shat in a tortilla, which you proclaimed as the highlight of the video.

Since you and Karl claimed you were full, the three of them simply swapped tacos between each other as to be unbiased, and the two of you watched in amused suspense. You were actually quite interested to see what the end results were - you were first anxious and quite annoyed you even had to participate in the first place, because it meant losing your mind from jealousy, watching Corpse and Rae giggle and act all domestic while cooking, but jealousy simply dissipated somewhere half through the video as you watched the three argue if cheddar cheese belonged on tacos or not and Rae laugh at every stupid joke you cracked. Now, you sat, fully immersed as you stared at Sykkuno’s face; the poor guy ended up with the misfortune of having to try Corpse’s taco first.

“Zoom in, zoom in!” you whispered into Karl’s ear who complied and zoomed into Sykkuno’s face. He bit into the taco, chewing for a second before his face twisted in disgust and you began wheezing when he grabbed a tissue and spit it out, immediately grabbing his glass of water. Rae laughed at him as well, mouth full of his one, which she claimed she actually liked but it wasn’t as good as the “Y/NRae-co” as she proudly called it. Corpse silently ate Rae’s taco and refused to give a review on it because he was upset he got defeated, but the fact that he scarfed down the whole thing in a minute or so was enough of a review.

“Oh, come on, it can’t be that bad.” Corpse exclaimed when he saw Sykkuno’s bite in the tissue, grabbing the second taco he made and biting down on it. The whole room burst into laughter when he roughly swallowed, tears obvious in the one eye that showed, because of the overly spicy beef.

“What are you motherfuckers laughing at? It’s not that bad, I stand by tacorpse.”

“Tacorpse is actually genius. The one good thing you came up with during the entirety of this video.” Rae said and Corpse mumbled a fuck you in response.

“Well, I think we can all agree that me and Y/N’s taco was clearly the best.” she said, clasping her hands together.

“I actually think mine was better.” Sykkuno said, to which she pushed his plate out of the frame.

“Nobody asked you anything.”

“Don’t bully Sykkuno, I’ll fucking kick you out.”

“Oh yeah? I’m pretty sure Y/N would kick you out before they’d let you kick me!” Rae said, accusingly pointing her taco in Corpse’s direction.

“Alright, let’s wrap up the video.” Karl laughed behind the camera, and the three of them all turned to properly face it and end the video.

“Thank you all so much for watching, this has been an… interesting video, to say the least. Uh, thank you to Karl for filming this whole disaster, thank you to Corpse,” Rae gestured in his direction, “for lending us his kitchen, thank you to Sykkuno for probably getting us more views on this video, and also a big thank you to Y/N, Corpse’s better half for making this video way more interesting and helping me make probably, like, the best taco I’ve ever made.” she grinned and you shoved a peace sign in front of the camera.

“If you liked this video, check out Sykkuno and Corpse’s channels, they will be linked down below, and please click like and subscribe to support the channel! Again, thank you all for watching, see you later, bye!” she finished, and with that, Karl turned the camera off.

Silence engulfed the room. You sighed.

“Alright, who’s gonna clean this shit up?”

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