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lovebombs4life · 8 months

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been thinking a lot about emo era mike and his red hair 🥵🥵🥵🥵

sex ed - m.g.c.

requested: yes. i have like three other michael requests and im so excited to write them!!

a/n: work and school are lowkey kicking my ass!!

cw: i think yall know it’s SMUT already. high school AU!! reader and michael are both seniors in high school (both 18), a bit of rough sex

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it was no secret that michael clifford was attractive. and it was even less of a secret that we both liked each other, but simply denied that we did.

he’d wink at me in the halls, making my stomach erupt with butterflies. any class we had together, he’d try and sit close to me, whispering to me the whole time, flirting with me.

“oh come on y/n, it’s so obvious that he likes you, there’s no way you can still be denying it!” my friend exclaimed while we sat together at lunch.

“shut up! he could hear you!” i hushed her, looking for his flaming red hair. she only smirked, knowing what i was doing.

“not only does he like you, but you like him. he flirts with you constantly dumbass, ask him out already.” she poked at me, making me turn back to her.

“i can’t do that. he’d laugh in my face.” i said, running my hands through my hair. my friend laughed, looking across the cafeteria.

“the way he’s staring at you over there doesn’t seem like he’d laugh.” she kept laughing. i turned my head around, spotting him.

he smirked at me, winking. i blushed, waving at him. he returned the gesture before i turned back around. i put my face in my hands, trying to hide my blush.

my friend rolled her eyes at me. “and you’re still gonna deny that?” she spoke, getting up as the bell rung.

my stomach did flips as i realized my next class was with michael. i walked into the health room, seeing todays topic written on the board.

my eyes widened. why did we have to talk about sex ed? we talked about it last year. i sat down in my seat, my head resting in my hands. i took a deep breath as i saw michael walk in the class.

he sat next to me, reading the board. he threw his head back, and i couldn’t help but admire him. “you’re staring, y/n.” he chuckled.

i quickly faced forward again, my cheeks turning bright red. “i’m sorry.” i said softly, embarrassed that i was looking at him for so long.

“don’t be, it’d be a lie if i said i didn’t stare at you before. hard not to.” he said, smiling at me.

i widened my eyes at him, making him laugh. “you seem so shocked. you caught me earlier, imagine how many more times it’s happened, babe.” he said. i blushed harder at the name.

“i guess i never realized.” i said, turning my head away. i could feel his presence tense up. “am- am i making you uncomfortable? i can stop, im sorry.” he said, worried he did something wrong.

i turned my head straight back to him, grabbing his hand. “no, i’m not uncomfortable. just, i don’t know, didn’t think you saw me like that.” i spoke softly.

it was his turn to blush, seeing as i grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly. “i thought i made it obvious. i’m sorry, i know you don’t feel the same.” he said, biting his lip while looking down.

i moved my hand to his face, making him look at me. “who said i don’t feel the same?” i questioned. his face went red. he shrugged his shoulders.

before either of us could say anything else, the bell rung, signaling that class was starting. “alright, i know you’d talked about all this before, but it’s mandatory that grades ten through twelve talk about it once a year.” the teacher groaned.

michael smirked slightly, placing his hand on my thigh. i sat up straight, looking at his hand. he drew small patterns on my leg, still looking forward.

our teacher turned out the lights, playing random videos that he was assigned to play. i spaced out, not caring to watch the videos.

i only snapped back when i felt michael’s hand move farther up my thigh. i bit down on my finger, looking over at him. he glanced at me quickly, smirking when he saw my reaction to his hand trailing up.

i squeezed my thighs together, trying to focus on the videos now. i didn’t want to, but i needed something to distract myself. i gasped quietly as his hand made its way between my legs, gently rubbing over me.

every movement he made quickly stopped when the lights turned back on. i blinked my eyes, turning my head to look at him. he was staring straight forward, biting his lip.

“alright guys, i want you to talk with your table partner you’re next to. i’m assigning you a project to draw a poster of the reproductive system of both male and female parts. it will be due next monday, so i suggest working out a way to meet after school.” the teacher spoke blandly.

“wanna come to my house after school?” michael questioned, looking at me. i nodded, biting my lip as i looked at him. he smirked, giving me his number.

“meet at the main doors after our last class. i’ll give you a ride there.” he said.

“o-okay, sounds great.” i breathed out, the events of what just happened playing through my head.

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the last few classes of the day droned on. i couldn’t sit still in my seat, thinking of what would happen at michael’s house.

i was definitely overthinking it, but i let my mind wander and race anyway. i tapped my foot, waiting for the bell to ring.

once it did, i shoved my things into my bag quickly, and hurried to the front of the school. as i made my way through the crowd, my phone buzzed.

waiting outside, sweetheart

it was michael. i blushed at the name, putting my phone away, shoving through people. i made it out the door, instantly seeing the red haired boy.

“ready?” he asked once he saw me.

“yeah, let get out of here.” i smiled, following him to his car. he lead me to a black mustang, shining as if it were brand new. i gaped at it, adoring how pretty it was.

he opened my door for me, and closing it once i got in. i giggled at the action, watching him make his way to the driver side.

“i hope you don’t mind that my parents aren’t home. they’re both at work.” he said, starting up the car.

“not at all, that’s okay.” i said. my head started spinning. i laid my head back against the car seat, shutting my eyes as i took a deep breath.

“hey, you okay? we can always go to your place if you wanted.” i shot my eyes open, shaking me head.

“no! i mean, just too many distractions.” i said, lowering my voice as i spoke. he nodded, his eyes glued to the road.

we soon pulled up to his house, parking in the driveway. he got out of the car quickly, making it to the other side to open my door. i smiled at him as he grabbed my hand, helping me out.

he shut the door, leading me inside of his house. “so you want a house tour or-” he started.

“lets cut the small talk, mikey. we both know why you brought me to your house.” i cut him off. his cheeks turned a slight shade of pink.

“so? i won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” he said, scratching the back of his neck.

i stepped closer to him, leaning to his ear. “i’ll do anything you want me to.” i whispered. that sent him over the edge.

he gripped my wrist, pulling me upstairs, into his room. he pushed me to the bed, getting on top of me. he kissed me roughly, his hands in my hair.

i slipped my tongue into his mouth, twisting it around. he groaned as i unbuckled his belt, his black skinny jeans becoming tighter from his member.

i unzipped his pants, gently tugging them down as he kissed my throat. he sucked on my skin harshly, causing me to wiggle around under him.

“need you to touch me, mikey, anything will do.” i pleaded. he bit at my skin, pulling away to peel my shirt off my body.

he sighed at the sight of my chest, grabbing at my tits. he slid his hand under my back, unclasping my bra, and throwing it to the other side of his room.

he kneaded at my breasts, sucking on my nipples. “mikey, please baby, want your cock.” i whined. he chuckled against my skin, pulling my jeans and panties down.

“such a needy girl huh?” he taunted. i nodded my head, pulling his jeans down. he stepped out of them, his boxers following quickly.

he opened his bedside drawer, grabbing out a condom, slipping it on his cock. i licked my lips, bracing myself for his length.

he pushed his tip in slowly, making me gasp. “gonna go slow at first baby, just gonna need you to be patient. wanna make sure i don’t hurt you, sweetheart.”

i nodded, feeling him push farther into me. i cried out not in pain, but pure pleasure. “i’m not even fully in yet babe.” he smirked.

he slid the rest of the way in, earning a moan from me. “michael! fuck!” i screamed as he quickly started sliding in and out of my heat.

“look so fuckin pretty for me, sweetheart. always look so pretty.” he cooed, holding on tight to my thighs as he threw his head back.

“oh my god! michael, please, need it harder!”’i cried. he slowed his pace, pushing his hips into mine harder.

i gasped as he hit my g-spot, biting down on my hand. “fuck, babe, you gonna cum? already gonna cum for me? so fuckin good for me darling.” he praised.

i could feel that he was close too, holding out until i came first. “come on good girl, cum for me.” he said, pounding his hips harder.

i writhed my head around, feeling myself cum on his cock. he moaned at the warmth, soon after meeting his orgasm.

he pulled out of me, sliding the condom off. he laid back on the bed, looking over at me as i began steadying my breath.

“well i think we both know the reproductive system pretty well now, right?”

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satanicsanity · 1 year

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(This is just me.. Ranting- I'm lovingly overwhelmed🩷)

Yall... Im gonna cry- (happy tears)

Oh my goodness.. Wow!! Haha! This little platform has blown up and I'm so incredibly greatful, thank you all so much for your endless support!!🩷🩷🩷

Though part of me is wondering... Why do you guys follow me?? Haha! Like I know I do impressions of wally, frank, and Julie, but at the same time the only reason I'm able to is because of a voice filter! And anyone can go use that filter and make impressionis of wally, and many other people (more so on tiktok) do/have! Like I'm BY FAR not the only one and I'm 100% non original, and I'm absolutely not the best at it either! I guess I'm.. Here for the people who don't have tiktok and have tumblr & want to hear wally impressions?? But also it's just.. Like.. Why me?? Haha! Sorry my imposter syndrome Is on crack today, but still there's alot of other people doing the exact same thing I'm doing, and it's astonishing that so many of you are sticking around here for my work specifically!

I- I dunno I'm just.. Im shocked, haha! I'm not nothing special, I'm just a guy messing with voice filters and drawing, it's left me dumbfounded that you guys love what I do so much even though I'm.. Literally just some emo making unoriginal welcomehome content- haha!

Through and through thank you so much!! You guys never fail to surprise me and make me smile everyday <3 I love you all so dearly 🩷🩷🩷

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kitmoas · 1 year

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Counterparts and Countermoves

Summary: A dynamic that lies upon a shaky foundation can only crumble, but it's the actions during an earthquake that matter most

Pairing: Wanda x Kate | Natasha x Reader | Wandanat x Reader x Kate

Word Count: 11.6k

Warnings: Angsty angst!, vague mentions/recalling of abuse (physical and sexual), mentions of death, Mommy/Daddy kink, dubious consent (plays with cnc vibes), strap on use (r and kate receiving) , cum filled strap, breeding kink, magic use/play, magical marks

*As usual, if I forgot anything let me know!*

A/N: OKAY so this took a long time, but we have come to probably one of the most important parts of this universe. I know it's been a while but if anyone remembers Comic Non who basically guessed a lot, THIS is the chapter that is going to talk about some of the things we discussed!

I JUST finished this, so if there are a lot of mistakes...im sorry please dont come for me

***MINORS DNI*** ***18+***

Training Grounds Masterlist

It wasn’t often that the sun rose before them, the two women almost always hours into their day by the time the rest of the world even began waking up. Today was different, soft music playing in the background while Wanda reads and Natasha writes in a journal. The warmth of sleep still lingers in the bed sheets that stretch across their legs.

A frustrated grunt breaks the serene atmosphere, shattering the naively happy scene. The ginger’s heavy handed scratches against the paper continued to drill against the witch’s ears, picking at her nerves. “If you no longer want to enjoy the silence, can you just get out?” The brunette’s voice was sharp, annoyance obvious.

The moment Natasha rips paper out of her journal, throwing the now crumbled up ball across the room, Wanda rolls her eyes. “Oh now we’re going to throw a tantrum? What are you? Three years old?” The witch calmly puts her bookmark into place, letting her magic settle the book across the room on the table.

Her eyebrow twitches when she hears her counterpart scoff, tilting her head waiting for her next complaint. “You’re the one who can’t control her damn emotions! I thought we got past the emotionally fragile chaos or do I need to train you again?” The normally calm, level headed demeanor of the widow is gone instead replaced with snark and sarcasm. “I thought you were over the emo teenage phase.”

“Oh please, you couldn’t train me if you even tried. Don’t forget who always ends up begging to be used.” The arrogant look on the brunette’s face ticks at Natasha’s nerves, cutting deeper than it should have. “You may be daddy but we both know Mommy is in control in this house. Isn’t that right, my little Natsy?” Wanda calmly leans back, clasping her hands in her lap as she waits for a response. A small polite smile painted on her face, scrunching her nose as she watches the ginger stumble for a retort.

Natasha’s jaw clenches, her teeth grinding as she just glares at the younger girl. She stands from the bed, crossing to the small dry bar in the corner of the room. Grabbing a bottle of beer the ginger just leans against the counter as she sips, “When everything falls apart, and you’re the cause, don’t expect me to be there. I am telling you, right now for the last time, do not let your emotions win. This has been your issue since you came here, since we met. I have been there for every single time, good or bad, but I will not be able to look past it if you don’t listen to me this time. This isn’t about you anymore Wanda, don’t make it about you.”

The younger Avenger’s face is completely blank as she stares across the room, her eyes unfocused and emotionless. “And when you lose it all, everything, it won’t be me who falls apart. It won’t be the world or the situation, no. Natalia, my love, it’s going to be you. You will fall apart and you won’t have anyone to pick you up, no one to go to. Maybe I’ll be the cause, but you’ll be the only one dealing with a negative effect.” Before the Russian can even react the witch dissipates into scarlet mist, her infamous head tilt sullen void of all viciousness.

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“We shouldn’t have split up! I told you!” The young boy’s voice cracks as he stands behind the couch, flailing his arms around.

Your focus doesn’t waver, even as he screams and panics, eyes stuck on your part of the screen. You knew that at least three of the last players were near you, the others scattered across the rest of the map. “You’re just mad that you died and can’t come back.”

Not a single sound has come from the blonde next to you, eyes focused and breath hitched as she waits. “Peter, how is it that you are an Avenger when you cannot handle a simple video game?” While you play up close, chaotic and all over the map; you know that Yelena has taken out at least one person that was on your tail from where she is hidden on the hillside. “Circle is closing in, three at six only one with a mask.”

It was your normal take down; you were in charge of taking the mask down by a surprise attack while your best friend would be sniping down the last players. Breath was baited across the three of you, knowing this was the end of a tournament and this would win it for you. The focus was so intense that even though none of you were making a single sound, no one noticed the elevator dinging and Natasha walking in swinging her car keys.

The ginger stands back, amusement filling her body as she watches the three of you jump up excitedly when the screen displays your victory. When your eyes catch her shiny leather jacket, your entire demeanor shifts. Jumping over the couch you just barely manage to stay on your feet as you fall into the widow’s arms. “Daddy! You’re here?” She was supposed to be spending the day with Wanda, and you had planned to spend the entire day playing in Call of Duty tournaments.

Yelena is shoving you to the side, shoving her face against her sister’s shoulder and curling into her side. “Please say you are not only here for your toy.” The white widow looks up at her sister, a small pout on her lips. “You’re gonna stay at least for a little, right?”

Peter hangs down from the ceiling, holding out a bowl of chips with a hopeful face. “Yeah Ms. Widow, please hang out with us for a little bit at least. We have an extra controller.” The three of you start tugging on her shirt, trying to get her to sit down on the couch. Pleading and prodding until she finally laughs and gives in.

Yelena and Peter are trying to argue over how to teach the older widow how to play, while she just pulls you closer to her. “Hello my девочка, have you been having a good day?” Before you can even answer, she’s pulling you into a kiss. It’s soft and sweet, but she’s pulling away before you can really enjoy it. A boop to your nose is her attempt to shush you as the youngest spider in the room finally screeches out in his victory.

He tosses your controller in your lap and quickly sets up a web above the three of you so that you and Yelena can cuddle into Nat while you all play. “Okay Ms. Widow, we’re going to be playing on my terms! We all stay together and protect each other.”

For the next few hours the four of them yell and scream, playing round after round of CoD, and letting the ginger’s mind be distracted a little while.

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The stairs up to your apartment are always brutal when the raven haired girl was so exhausted, sore and just entirely over the day. She had spent the entire day before on a mission that Clint gave her, one that was still following him even into his days of retirement. Excited to crawl into your bed, she knew that Lucky would be lounging there as well–warming the blankets for her.

The front door is heavy as the archer puts her entire weight into opening it, a relieved sigh as she finally leans against it as it clicks shut. When the lovable golden doesn’t come running, Kate’s eyes finally open. Flinching in her spot on the ground when she sees Wanda, sitting with her legs crossed staring at her. “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t know you were going to be here. I was just going to take a bit to relax somewhere that was quiet.”

The archer sees Lucky curled up next to the witch, completely passed out and snoring gently. Watching as the older woman curls in on herself, wrapping her arms around her body like armor, Kate wants to reach out but stops herself in a moment of doubt. “It’s alright I wasn’t really meant to be here either, I just didn’t know where to go.” The two sit there in silence for a while, awkward and heavy as they avoid eye contact as well.

Getting up from her spot on the floor shakes the atmosphere, waking up the retriever as well. Pointedly glaring at the floor as she crosses to the kitchen, Kate takes her time pouring a drink and taking small sips from the glass. Licking at her lips, the young girl tries to figure out what to say to break the tense atmosphere. “I could go for a snack, want to join?”

Wanda’s furrowed brows flinch, almost like she forgot the other girl was there while she got lost in thought. Stuttering, a moment of weakness that she lets slip through her normal stoic shield shocks her counterpart but the Sokovian is nodding and standing quickly. “I need to run a few errands anyways, would you join me?”

It’s obvious that the two don’t know how to spend time alone together, needing some sort of distraction the two quickly jump at the chance to fill their unexpected time together with stores and whatever random food they can find during their trip. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Curled up on the ginger’s lap, snacking on the bowl of popcorn you were incredibly happy to see the opening credits of Wall-E. The others left after being called to training, so you were just getting some lazy attention from your daddy. Groping at your body, it was just enough for you to feel squirmy but not enough to fully take your attention away from one of your favorite movies.

The two of you enjoyed the movie mostly in silence for almost thirty minutes, by that point in the movie Natasha had gotten bored of not having your focus so she seemingly was letting you enjoy the film. Your eyes are scanning the television in front of you, watching as M-O goes rolling by. You can’t help it as a little happy squeal leaves your mouth at seeing the little cleaning bot, your favorite.

You aren’t sure if it was the sound you made or the little wiggle but it breaks whatever self control the ginger had. The bowl of popcorn is set aside, just out of reach of your slightly shiny buttered fingers and a pout makes its way onto your face. You aren’t given any time to truly complain before the widow has her hand wrapped around your throat, the free one shoving its way down your pants. It’s fast and rough, and with all the popcorn and soda you have had you feel gross. This wasn’t what you thought the night would be like, and you weren’t sure that your self esteem was up for it either.

Squirming, you just barely plop off the side of the Russian’s lap and you try to roll away but her calloused hands grip your hips. “Daddy what are you doing, no we were watching the movie!” You try to sound stern but your voice is already too squeaky and whiny. There was a time and a place for this, and you were not in the mood for your movie time to be interrupted.

The loud tearing of your pants makes the tantrum that is brewing begin to rapidly boil over, your feet kicking and your arms flailing as you try to get away from your normally soft daddy. “Daddy no! My pants!” You stretch, a feeble attempt at grasping for the torn pieces of fabric slipping down your legs.

Despite your efforts and your reluctance, none of it matters against the infamous widow’s strength. She easily flips the two of you over, your face smooshing into the couch right next to your bowl of popcorn. You can feel her between your legs, her finger grazing your clit makes your hips jump. Your body is already betraying you as you feel wetness start to grow between your thighs, but you can’t help the anger fueling your actions.

Natasha has you spread out, kneeling between your legs as she forces two fingers into you. She knows it isn’t soft, and though you are wet she knows you aren’t necessarily in the mood. The knowledge that it doesn’t matter, that you are getting something out of this urges her to continue; to get what she needs so that the rest of the day isn’t horrible. Each aggressive shove into the couch makes her flinch, but at the same time the widow can feel her anger from earlier in the day melting away.

The pain of her fingers moving inside you is almost too much, just barely staying on the pleasure side. No matter how wet you are, how your body reacts, you miserably look up at your movie and popcorn. “Daddy please stop. The movie is still going and my snack is gonna spill! Please wait!” Shoving at the hand that’s between your thighs is a lot of work, trying to get her to pull out.

A hand in your hair yanks you up, teeth biting into the side of your neck. “What’s a slut like you caring about a stupid bowl of treats for? You should be grateful I even let you have a handful of it.” Her voice is sharp, anger seeping into your bones as she speaks against your ear. She lets her thumb swipe against your throbbing clit, a dark chuckle at how hard it is. “If you care so much about your beloved popcorn, have some.” Before you can even really react, the ginger is shoving your face into the bowl.

You had to be grateful that this was just a snack and not some sort of liquid, but it didn’t stop you from flailing around as if you were going to drown. The screaming claws at your throat were muffled, despite the rawness they were causing. Even when your fist finally collides with her arm, Natasha doesn’t stop. If anything it makes her slip a third finger inside you, stretching you more and spitting on your red puffy cunt.

The force that the widow is fucking you is brutal, all her strength and training coming in handy as she fucks into you. It’s something that you aren’t prepared for with the ginger, usually she is much softer and loving, but you couldn’t deny that this was a huge turnon even as your body struggled to take what she was giving you. “I don’t care how much you cry and beg me to stop, all you are is a slutty little hole for Daddy to use. Your tears are doing nothing but turning me on more and making your popcorn all soggy.”

Dangling from the edge was normal for you, it was something that each one of your partners always liked to do. They said you looked pretty when you were desperate, but this seemed different. You weren’t sure what it was about but you knew that you weren’t in for an easy time tonight.

Natasha’s hand tangles in your hair and you internally cheer, thinking that you’re going to get reprise from salt and butter filling your senses, but instead she uses her grip on you to shove your face deeper into the bowl. The plastic rim digs into your neck, almost like a mock collar and you wish you could say that it wasn’t helping you drip around the fingers that are forcing their way into you.

“Don’t worry, princess, Daddy won’t ruin you too much. We all know you would whine to your Mommy too much, and I would prefer if she would just keep her mouth shut.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The young brunette spins around, holding two smoothies, looking around a bit before spotting the witch leaning against a lamppost. She takes the moment to watch her, Wanda’s face morphing into an obfuscated guise as she watches a couple play with their two children. The older woman had been having dreams of two little boys for the past few weeks, her dream of starting a family with someone still very far off.

Silence is heavy between the two, their usual buffers aren’t around. Even as they sip their drinks and walk around the park, the two don’t speak. The birds and distant conversation as they pass others fill the air, but there’s a tenseness that even confuses the witch. The thoughts of everyone around her are strong and loud, making it difficult for her to casually hear whatever the archer is thinking. It isn’t until she catches a glimpse of Kate flinching as they pass a couple joggers that she steps up to take control, directing them down a small path to a more private area. Happy to see a bench in a far corner, shade leaking over it from a few trees.

Wanda pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, playing with the straw, after the two settle on the wooden seat. She knows that she needs to do something, soothe the anxiety that is radiating from the archer’s thoughts. It wasn’t something that she was used to, the two of them only having a few deeper moments but this one felt different—unknown. She can see the younger girl getting stuck in her head, the glossy unfocused look in her eyes is a dead giveaway as she mindlessly watches the clouds roll by.

“You know, the world used to be really small as a kid. School, archery practice, martial arts days, whatever sport I was playing at the time, and friends. My life barely left the city, and even then it only left the state for vacations and tournaments. I know my life has always come with privilege and ease especially when compared to others on the Avengers. I was a rich kid who just so happened to lose their father. I know a lot of the rest of the agents and everyone might look at me and think I’m stupid and reckless. I know you look at me like I’m stupid and reckless. My father was stupid and reckless, and I loved him for that. He was everything my mother couldn’t be throughout the rest of my childhood and teenage years.” It’s a slow story, long pauses at the end of each sentence as Kate gathers her thoughts. This isn’t something that the witch asked for, and it wasn’t anything she had been expecting but she wasn’t going to stop the younger girl if she was ready to open up.

“My father was a good man, he was, but he wanted to keep a lifestyle for me that apparently we couldn’t keep while his company was failing. Bishop Security wasn’t the first company in the family. It was some firm, dealing with technology but it was going under. He almost lost the entire family fortune, but then the battle happened.” Wanda tried her best to not truly focus on the archer as she spoke, only nodding and giving quiet hums as warranted throughout. She knew that the younger girl despised eye contact, and never truly wanted to be the center of attention when her walls were crumbling around her.

“I spent months thinking that there was no way things could get better. How could it? I lost my dad, the man that spent his entire life thinking about me and how to make me happy. How can things get better when your family loses the glue that held it together?” The New Yorker’s voice cracked with each word, emotions building and swirling in her stomach as she tries her best to just get through this part of her life. It wasn’t something that she loved to talk about, and she hates that it is such a big part of who she is. Each word, each thought, was like a small knife slowly digging into each healed scar and reopening them.

“They were his best friends. The closest thing to family that my father actually loved outside mome and me. He would rave about them at all times, and they would spend vacations with us. The two of them were practically my uncles. They would attend family functions with us, and half the time I saw them more than I saw my actual family. Everyone knew that my father would have wanted them to take care of my mother and I. Keeping an eye on us, making sure we got back on our feet.” Risking a moment to look up at the other girl when her voice trails off, Wanda can see the completely empty distant look in her eyes. It’s almost like Kate no longer exists, just a shell of herself, as she stares unblinking at a random building. The witch desperately wants to peek into her mind, fast forward and find a way to comfort her properly with each word she says, but the boundary that is always between the two still exists. Even as every other wall comes tumbling down, and the archer is being so vulnerable, she still keeps up the barrier she built between herself and Wanda.

“It was a beautifully tragic situation really, almost like something in a documentary. They were supposed to protect me, my father trusted them with me. Why would my mother even suspect anything is wrong, especially when I didn’t even realize what was happening at first.” It’s almost like Kate doesn’t believe it still, her own life and past proof of everything. The naivety of a stolen childhood sinking into the situation truly shows how hard the girl’s brain worked to mask the pain she went through.

“It was only one of them for a little bit, they would go back and forth. Their little game and for so long all I craved was love. They told me…. it was love, I believed them.” Kate laughs, it’s dry and pathetic, but she still refuses to meet the older woman’s gaze. Even with the heavy silence hanging between the two, birds chirping and the distant sounds of the city around them, Wanda can’t bring herself to say anything yet.

“When it was both of them, it felt…different. They were angry and less loving, and that’s when I realized I don’t think they knew what love was. If this game, this thing, was love then it scared me. I didn’t want love if that’s what it was. I wanted to tell someone, but I couldn’t. Every single time I opened my mouth I was frozen in fear because I realized if I told someone they would go away.” Wanda watches the longer Kate talks the more she curls in on herself, even lifting her feet from the ground to shield her body with her legs. Sinking into her own body gave a physical barrier, makeshift armor even against the thoughts inside her own head that attacked her daily.

“The two people who reminded me so much of my dad would be gone forever. They were my favorite people in every moment but those. How could it be bad if they were so amazing in every other second of my life? Maybe I was the issue? Maybe I needed to be better or more well behaved during those times? Maybe if I was less scared during our game then it wouldn’t hurt as much and I could keep our little secret?” The witch could feel her anger rising, the chaos shaking under her skin. This wasn’t something she ever wanted to hear, a story that she never wanted to learn. Control she fought to have, over herself and everyone in her life, stripped before she even had the chance to assert it over the archer. Her control was her protection wrapped around the ones she loves, a shield that keeps them from harm even when she cannot be there.

“For years I tried to convince myself that they loved me, I didn’t understand it because I was too young. Each time I felt unsafe, I threw myself farther into sports–martial arts, fencing, boxing, anything that made me feel powerful. I would become stronger physically and one day when they made me feel unsafe, maybe just maybe, I could fight them. I never could. I was too weak, too petrified as soon as they looked at me. It was their eyes, something about them was so cold. They were never like that during the day, gorgeous sparkling eyes that welcomed everyone but they were empty and lifeless when we were alone. They boiled over in almost mindless anger every time we played their game, and it made me feel so small and young.” It’s almost like you can see the way the archer’s twitch, muscles screaming to move. Memories of movements, of self preservation and protection, spreading down her body.

“I hadn’t realized my mother came home early. They had me in the middle of the living room playing that day. I didn’t even hear her walk in or walk out. She didn’t say a word but the next day they were gone. Years of fear and shame, hating myself for letting it happen, seemingly ending overnight. We never spoke of it, not until a year later when I was named the youngest multi-sport Olympian at sixteen. She looked at me as that confetti came down during the celebration with such pride, but something wasn’t right.” Kate pauses, her eyes unfocused as she stares determinedly at the walkway in front of her. Her throat bobs, swallowing down whatever was coming next as she mentally prepares herself for the next apex of her life.

“Did you want it to happen?” The younger brunette scoffs loudly, the first sign of anger since the beginning. “Somewhere in that head of hers she struggled to think that these two guys who were such big parts of our family could hurt me, and instead pushed it onto me. Why would I want that? Why?! Huh!? Tell me why in the hell a little kid would want someone to touch them that way? To even think of them that way?” Wanda flinches at the pure hatred dripping from the archer’s tongue, her emotions and thoughts like flying knives through the air that strike the witch’s heart.

“The start of our strained relationship really, she loved me still but something broke between us that day. I started getting more and more into archery and doing things that I guess she didn’t like, and she was…getting more involved in her things as well. She was never really an affectionate person but I think I was so aggressively growing into my father’s personality, and that scared her. I leaned into the one true love I knew and it ended up with me learning his confident, arrogant ways.” The young girl’s lips quirk up a bit, a sly smirk appearing momentarily on her face. The first flash of the daily shine in her eyes since the beginning of the conversation, and it sinks into Wanda’s mind that it wasn’t who the young girl was. That shine, the rebellious smirk, and playboy stance was all a nod to the father that left her all alone–a last ditch effort at grasping for even a resemblance of identity.

“I didn’t know who I was for so long. I was just hiding that part of me from the world.” Wanda watches as the glazed look in the young girl’s eyes comes back, jaw slack as she tries to find the words she’s looking for. “It felt like…I wasn’t damaged but hollow. In moments of silence I couldn’t stop thinking about them, their words and their hands on me. In moments of nothing, they were all I had and it was haunting. No one noticed, I mean how could they know? I was still doing what I do best, thriving in the public eye. I won competitions, rose in ranks, collected awards and medals. Under the entirely fake mask, I was drowning. I couldn’t understand what to be, who to be, or what the world was.” Her sentence trails off, her eyes fluttering around as they hop from each animal around. The hush settles around the archer’s shoulders, a subtle darkness pushing her into herself. Even though her face stays unreadable, it’s her eyes that give her away. Ocean eyes where the waves crash violently against one another, angry and desperately trying to drown any other emotions; but failing as tranquil tears blurs her vision.

“It….It’s so exhausting being in my mind.” Kate’s voice wavers, breaking under the emotion clawing up her throat. “ I get most people aren’t comfortable in their own skin, nor are they really happy with themselves but I just.. I want to feel content with at least being me. But I hate it. I despise who I am, or at least who I remember being. Imagine that, I hate a rich little kid. A happy go lucky girl that was crazy and ambitious is my worst enemy. Something that most people wish for, I wish she would have just died. I hate her because that’s the last time I remember knowing who I was fully. Now I’m stuck behind a facade because it’s less tiring than being a shattered version of a failed human.” The sounds of children laughing and playing, and dogs barking, interrupt as the CEO takes a shaky breath in–almost a cruel irony.

“The mask became protection, a way to forget all the issues but being me… I didn’t know how to do that easily even by the time I made it to college. I was this shining light in New York, and in the country, but… I don’t even think I.. I couldn’t even feel happiness. Inside I felt so small and I couldn’t stop hearing every single word they ever said to me, and I would get so confused and broken because it still didn’t make sense to me.” Shakily, Wanda reaches out to gently tangle her fingers together with Kate’s. Thumb rubbing against the back of her hand, the witch tries to give any ounce of comfort she can. She watches as a tear rolls down the archer’s cheek, and in that moment she realizes just how gorgeous her eyes are. Foggy ocean blue, filled with viscous waves, red rimmed and unfocused.

“Love still didn’t make sense to me. My mom loves me and maybe a few family members, but was that really love or was that obligation? Were those four years of my life, four years playing a nefarious game, really the type of love that I deserved? Is that the love that I was destined to carry with me for the rest of my life?” Nodding, a wet anger shakes the young CEO’s voice as she holds herself together seemingly by an invisible tattered string. “I let that be true, letting anyone use me. My body became my best friend, something that got me whatever I wanted whenever I slipped off my clothing. An empty shell of who I could’ve been stripped down, exposed, to whoever wanted me that way. It was easier than getting close because how can I get close to someone if I don’t even know the person that they would be getting close to?”

The next pause was long, the older woman wouldn’t even be able to tell you how much time passed as she waited for the younger girl to speak again. Distant traffic sounds the only true thing that she could focus on, the rest of the park mostly cleared out at the moment. Her voice, when it finally does come back, is strong and true. The most confident it has been the entire day, and she could even see the difference in how her body relaxes. “You know…they saved me. I thought I was destined to be just some random guy’s bored housewife that was only around for their body and money. Falling in love with them was the best thing ever, and I work every single day to be a better person so that I never hold them back. I want to make sure that they thrive, and do amazing things, and I just get to be there while it all happens. They are my home, where my heart finds the most comfort.” Wanda’s breath hitches, an ache in her chest as she sits back and listens to the way Kate speaks about you. It wasn’t necessarily the words she spoke, things the witch had heard before, but it was the tone and conviction that the archer had that stopped her heart in her chest.

“I know, Toy is yours. I do, but sometimes I have this horrible wish that I met them first. It isn’t because I don’t want you guys in the picture because I don’t think I can imagine Toy without you guys, or life really without this dynamic now. I just…if i met them first..maybe I would matter more..?” Kate’s voice cracks, trailing off as tears fall. “I know I don’t have many appealing qualities, and that I make life just that much more difficult but maybe if we met earlier…maybe you could have fixed me. I know I’m not enough by myself, but maybe if I had more time with Toy I could have matured enough that you guys would like me more. Maybe..I don’t know.. Maybe the dynamic would be better? Somehow? I’m just…I’m trying my hardest to just be someone…something you want. I want to be perfect or as close I can get to it for you, then maybe you’ll love me and want me even just a fraction of how much you care for Toy.” The insecurities bubbled up, spilling over as the archer rambled on.

Wanda waits, letting those last words hang in the air. The two were never good at the whole relationship side of the dynamic, something that always seemingly was left to their counterparts. It was dawning on the witch that maybe the two of them were more similar than she could have ever realized, the younger girl just a shell of who she could be covered in a well made coat of armor. “You know, Mongrel, maybe you really aren’t that bad. Maybe the dramatics that I’ve been told I’m famous for really shined through with you, and I let it take over too much. I’m pretty happy that Toy brought you home to us.”

Cloudy cobalt eyes snap up, heartbreakingly naive shock spreading across her face as she tries to gauge if Wanda is teasing her. “....I’m home…?”

“Yes..” Wanda hesitates, unsure of what to call the young archer. Her first name is almost foreign along her lips. “...Kate. I know things seem rocky and unnerving but you are more than enough for both Natasha and I. No matter our relationship with Toy, that doesn’t interfere with the foundation that we are trying to build with you. You don’t need fixing, maybe a little bit of training but it’s not because you’re broken or bring the dynamic down. We don’t want to take away who you are, маленький бродяга, because even if you don’t see who you are we can. Natasha and I are just working to help you shine, polish you up a bit, and help you focus so that you can continue to grow and thrive. We want you to be the you that you want in your dreams, but you’re enough now. You’re worth every moment of happiness, irritation, laughter, sorrow. I hear your thoughts, pretty girl, every day and I see the spark inside of you. It’s hidden behind walls and obstacles, and life hasn’t been nice to you, but I see it and at the end of the day I want that small flame to blaze. Set fire to the world because that’s what you remind me of. A strong roaring fire that truly could be an unstoppable force, and to be a part of that journey is an honor. To even be part of your life, even if it ends up being temporary is an honor. For as long as you’ll have us, have me, you are at home with us Kate.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You were wiggling in your spot on the counter, watching Natasha cut up different veggies and fruits. Sipping on the juice box she handed you, the little flaps poking out to act as handles, you were excited for Wanda and Kate to get home. The events that caused the day to derail were still unknown to you, but hopefully your idea of a picnic would help everyone come back together and just feel happy. You knew that at the very least Mommy would be happy that you picked out healthy snacks, and at the very least you’ll watch your girlfriend adorably crunch on things.

It’s a quick tickle, fingers digging into your side, that pulls you from your thoughts. She’s handing you a carrot stick, raised eyebrow as she waits for you to complain but you surprise her by happily taking it. The sound of soft crunch accompanies the quiet chopping, your eyes glued to make sure the ginger cuts out all the correct shapes as she finally switches over to the fruit. Smiling you watch her tongue poke out, her forest green eyes focused on the small cuts she has to make. The widow for some reason was against just getting little cookie cutters, but you enjoyed watching her work.

The front door clicking closed catches your attention, and you’re happy that the blanket fort is already set up. As you snack on a heart shaped piece of watermelon you watch as the other half of your dynamic walks into the kitchen, fingers tangled together. Deciding to not mention it, in fear that they would shy away, you instead just wiggle in your spot. “Mommy! Katie!” Jumping off of the counter, you slip slightly on the tile flooring. Your girlfriend’s hand catches you, and you feel magic wrapping around your torso.

“Some things never change, do they little brat?” Flushing with embarrassment at Wanda’s tone you shove yourself into the archer’s side, hiding your face against her shoulder. Kate’s body wiggles as she laughs silently, letting you dig your way deeper into her arms. “It looks like you guys have been busy.” The witch takes note of the light bruises already forming on your arms and around your neck, but points to the living room and the tray of fruit the widow is preparing.

The oldest barely pay attention as they lock eyes, a silent conversation between the two. If you were to stop rambling, excited as you bounce on your toes, the intensity would be obvious but you were too eager to tell your girlfriend all about your day. Twin emerald souls fighting for dominance in a moment that only ends with the ginger rolling her eyes, a testy glare painted across her face as she yields to her more stubborn counterpart. The silent argument comes to an end when you finally catch on, a determined pout stretching across your face.

Reaching out you’re able to hook your fingers into the crook of Wanda’s elbow, pulling her attention to you. An attempt to mask the poked out bottom lip is made but you know by the glare you receive that you failed, but she lets it slide when you start tugging her towards the living room. “Daddy and I set up everything and I even asked for healthy snacks!” You can feel how tense the witch is, the tension in the room is building and even with your back turned it’s like a weight slamming against you.

Looking up at Kate, you can see her eyes are a bit unfocused and distant. Even though the shining glint is there something is dimming the light in her, you can tell a largely dramatic event happened earlier in the day. Completely unsure of what is happening, you can feel the insecurities starting to rise but the pressure to somehow fix it starts clawing at your throat. Swallowing down your own feelings, you let your eyes slam shut as you plop down onto the blankets laid out on the floor. Taking a deep breath in, you try to shake the worries from your body as you can feel the others settle around you.

It’s almost like clock work, barely registering in your mind as you let all your random thoughts that are in your mind drain out through your mouth. Rambling and allowing pent up energy to just mindlessly happen. When Nat finally interrupts you, shoving a fruit kabob into your hand, it shocks you. Hyperfocusing on the different shapes you zone out, even as you are being moved you just nibble at the star shaped apple piece.

Soft kisses along your shoulders, and a gentle hand rubbing up your side, shakes you. “There’s my gorgeous little one, where’d your mind go?” Her voice is gentle, lips moving against your ear. The other half of your group is wrestling over the biggest piece of watermelon, and you can’t help but half-hearted snort. Wrapping your fingers around the older woman’s wrist, you trace along her skin and just lightly shake your head.

Bumping your temple gently against Wanda’s, the two of you settle back as you watch Natasha and Kate roll around. It doesn’t take long for one of them to kiss the other, messy and harsh. It’s almost the exact opposite of the touches that are being left on your body, the witch letting her fingertips do all the work. You can’t quite tell if it’s magical or if it’s actually her, but it’s leaving you panting. “You like watching them, pretty girl?” It’s a question that needs no real answer, she knows the answer. It’s a distraction now, a thing for Wanda to focus on so that she can ignore the gnawing feel in her stomach.

Even as her teasing touch spreads across your body, and you begin wiggling at the sight of the other two, the older woman pushes the forgotten apple star to your mouth. “Don’t go wasting any food, little one.” Mindlessly you nibble on the piece of fruit, obedient even as your mind fixates on the dull throbbing between your thighs. You can see in the corner of your eyes a scarlet mist, floating through the air slowly. It feels warm against your skin and you try your hardest to not make the chaos controller angry, swallowing the last bite down at the first sound of Kate moaning across from you.

Her face is shoved into the pillows on the floor, hands behind her back and Natasha’s favorite strap filling her to the brim. You could see her torn pants thrown, and the bright red nail marks already raising along the porcelain skin. “She’s so pretty isn’t she, detka? All filled with your Daddy’s cock, though I bet your needy little pussy is aching to be full too.” Her thumb makes contact with your clit for the first time, and the chuckle she lets out against your temple makes you clench around nothing. “You’re so wet already, and no one has even touched you babygirl.”

You can already feel your thighs shaking, exerting as much effort as possible to try and keep your legs open without being reprimanded. The feeling of Wanda playing with you is amazing, and it’s pulling you under the thrashing waves in your brain. The space she adores you in, and you know your eyes are glazing over with each word she speaks and each swipe of her thumb. The tingly feeling over your body spreads quickly, and you can feel yourself falling into the trap that she always sets for you. “Not so fast Toy, go over to those two for me. I’ll be there in a minute.”

She’s pushing your body forward, urging the crawling before you can really register what is happening but Kate’s head is yanked up as you get closer. Her moans and whimpers loud now that they aren’t muffled, echoing in the small blanket fort. Oceans blue eyes are glazed over and for the first time there’s a different vibe to this half of the quad. “Look at the pretty Toy, lil mutt. Why don’t you ask if she wants you to play with her?”

The shock is hard to hide when you realize that Nat isn’t being rough with your girlfriend, her tone is light–almost playful as she ruts into her. You had never really seen the two of them be gentle, but you couldn’t help but admire it. You barely remember to answer when Kate finally does ask you, a muttered yes as she pulls you to lay in front of her. Legs falling apart, spread out in front of her face, Kate’s eyes clear momentarily as she wiggles happily.

Her first lick at you is hesitant, unsure without the permission of Natasha, but when no reprimanding comes about her tongue leaves more pressure. You so desperately want to keep your head up, watching as she struggles to focus between your thighs, but when she sucks your clit into her mouth your head slams back against the floor. “That’s such a good little mutt, wind up our precious toy.”

Kate’s moans vibrate through your body, each snap of the ginger’s hips push both of you to the edge. The sloppy tongue lapping at you slips into you, the hand in her hair forcing her forward until the tip of her nose rubs up against your clit. You want to make fun of her, tease her just a little that she’s getting fucked so good that she can’t even focus on you. All thoughts go out the window when you make eye contact with her, the dark cobalt almost black eyes staring you down screaming a silent plea.

The sight Wanda comes back to is something that she always finds magical, even more so than the type she controls. She loves watching her girls all in sync, desperate to get the other ones off. It’s messy and it makes her chuckle, knowing the three of them are always just slightly lost without her there. Slipping behind Natasha, the witch lets her hands smooth up her stomach as it flexes. “Come on Natsy, you’re barely fucking your mutt. Something wrong?”

The older Avenger grunts, trying to shake the hands off of her body to no avail. She knows she won’t be able to shove off the witch when she’s in this mood, so she just huffs and focuses on the way her hips snap into the archer. Watching her strap disappear into her wetness, a shiny gleam left behind. Seeing her cunt stretch around her cock is something that the Russian can never truly get over, a sight that not many get to see. Hearing the muffled whimpers as Kate tries her best to stay coherent enough to get you off is driving the older woman crazy, struggling to keep the atmosphere that is set for the scene.

She knows something happened during her counterparts’ day out, the two came back entirely different, and while she had no idea what occurred she didn’t want to break the light bubble they created. She knew that the other three were having a blast, but she was scared that if she allowed herself to fall into the soft side of the world with the mutt that she wouldn’t be able to climb out of it at the end of the day.

Wanda sighs, watching the ginger’s eyes glaze over as her movements go into autopilot. Knowing that the rest of the night can’t have Natasha in charge, she moves around the group. Pulling Kate’s face from your cunt with her magic, she chuckles when she sees the unfocused eyes and wet chin. “We’re moving this cute little nest upstairs, brace yourselves.” Reaching down to cradle your head, she winks at you before you all are magically transported up stairs. The lights floating above you now, and the blankets acting as curtains hiding you all from the rest of the world.

You’re sitting between the witch’s legs, and if you wiggle just right you can feel your favorite strap rubbing against your ass. Kate is still bouncing with the gentle thrusts, and you can see the widow who is staring down at her. Wanda’s arm wraps around you, pulling you up enough for her to swipe the tip of her strap through your folds. “You’re going to be a good girl and grind on Mommy’s cock, and you’re little stray is going to put her tongue to work on your aching clit. How does that sound? I know you’re just so desperate to get off, little one.” With a curl of her finger, scarlet mist wraps around the archer’s neck pulling her forward until she is just out of reach of your pussy.

Slowly, her hand on your hip guides you down the length of her cock. It’s always a bit of stretch no matter how many times she fucks you with it, and it makes you whine every single time. Pathetic and high pitched, your noises just makes Kate squirm; impatience setting in.

Eyes flutter as you finally bottom out, the feeling of being full settling in your stomach makes you already start to feel all fuzzy. “Mommy…so full” Your voice is already slurred, the arousal that burned in your stomach while your girlfriend ate you out came back with a blazing vengeance quickly. Clenching around her cock made you whimper, pushing yourself closer to the edge accidentally. “Wanna cum please.”

Wanda giggles, an almost too innocent sound right up against your ear. “Oh baby, I love how stupid you get when you’re filled with my cock. Just a mindless little toy anytime I fill you, and you wanna know the best part, my love?” You barely nod, head falling back against her shoulder. She moves your hips so that the head of her strap is rubbing against the soft spot inside of you. “Mommy is going to fill you with her cum, going to claim you and paint your walls with crimson so that no one else can ever touch you without my permission again.”

Wanda wasn’t quite sure where the sudden possessiveness came from, maybe it was the deep fear that someone could lay their hands on you without being allowed to or maybe it was just the need to remind you that she owns you. She lets her nails drag heavily against the glowing mark on your ribs, smiling to herself when she sees her hips jump. Regardless she watches your wetness drip around her cock, leaving Kate to lick her lips as she struggles to not surge forward. Letting her free hand lay along your stomach, pressing gently, she smiles against your neck as you let out a feral moan. “Free, Stray.”

Kate barely waits for the two words to fully leave Wanda’s mouth, rushing forward to lick around the strap. She moans against you, vibrations making your eyes roll back, as she gets another taste of you. Wrapping her lips around your clit, she looks up at your face as she sucks. Seeing you blissed out, eyes completely unfocused as you try to nod along with whatever the witch is whispering into your ear makes her own arousal skyrocket. With each snap of the ginger’s hips, she forces the young girl towards the edge and leaves her hanging. She knows that the witch probably wants the two of them to cum together so Natasha tries her hardest to not mess with the idea.

It’s almost embarrassing how close you are so quickly, but you try to remind yourself that you are still overly sensitive from earlier that day. Your cunt still red, raw, and puffy from the abuse that it withstood from your Daddy. You try to remind yourself of these things when Wanda’s hand wraps around your throat, rings digging into your pulse point. Vision blurring as your moans and whimpers become incoherent, the only you can really focus on is how each mumbled word spoken into your ear is cracking the tense coil in your stomach.

Your thighs are shaking and you can’t even tell if you’re actually moving anymore or if it’s the magic wrapped around you. Opening your mouth you try to beg for something, anything because you don’t want this night to end. Even if there is an underlying tenseness, you feel like something happened that changed the dynamic forever; something so amazing and you want to live in this moment forever. You know you can’t, your self control over your orgasm is long gone and you’re just holding on for dear life. Breathing is entirely too difficult, but that’s okay because you can feel every single thing.

Wanda’s lips, a subtle smile as she talks you through everything. Her strap rubbing against the most sensitive part inside of you, and the coil shattering. Kate’s lips wrapped around your clit, her teeth grazing it every so often making your hips jump. Natasha’s hips brutally rutting into your girlfriend, with each thrust shoving her face up against you. It’s too much and tears quickly spill down your cheeks as you sob. Overwhelmed and stuck on the edge until you’re given permission, your frustration bubbles over and you know that it’s exactly what the witch wanted when she takes over for you. Her hips thrusting up into you, as her magic pushes the archer’s face away from you. “That’s it baby, let it all out. You’re gonna cum for Mommy right after she cums in you. Understand? You don’t have to ask.”

Nodding aggressively, you aren’t even sure if she answers. Holding on for dear life, you can feel the older woman start to lose control and her hips are ramming into you with a force that makes your head flop around. The feeling of her cum shooting into you, flooding you with warmth, almost makes you lose control but it’s Kate reaching up and tangling your fingers together that shatters the coil in your stomach. Waves of blazing arousal searing their way throughout your body, and it’s almost too painful.

The kisses left along the nape of your neck are soothing as you attempt to control your breathing, your heart racing as your body deals with the aftershocks. Entirely too sleepy, and your brain can’t even comprehend the words that Wanda is whispering to you. The only thing that even makes sense is when she says Mommy. When you finally open your eyes, you see Natasha pinning Kate down, licking slowly at her face as it drips with wetness. It makes you whine and even though you’re entirely too overstimulated your hips mindlessly grind down on the strap still firmly inside you.

A tap along your temple, and a gentle kiss to your cheek, is the last thing you remember before your eyes flutter closed. “Playtime is over, detka.” Wanda’s hushed voice echoing through your head as your body relaxes completely into hers.

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The two are leaning against the bed frame, silent as they watch their two younger counterparts sleep. Though they just finished having fun, they know that their issues aren’t fixed. Their days were completely different, both coming out of the experiences with what feels like renewed energy is slightly throwing off their own personal relationship dynamic. The ginger can’t help how her gaze flickers over to her girlfriend, emotions threatening to bubble up her throat. Gnawing on her bottom lip, her eyebrows furrow as she tries to figure out what she wants to say.

“You know, the longer you stare at me the louder the little sighs you let out get.” Wanda’s winks teasingly at the older woman, a small smirk pulling at the corner of her lips.

The Russian pulls a pillow into her lap, careful to not disturb the heavy head leaning on her leg. She lets the silence blanket around the group as she gathers her thoughts. “I’m not proud of it, but I took my anger with you out on the little toy today. I know that they don’t care, and that it’s something that they in theory enjoy but I never wanted to do that. It was something that I told myself I wouldn’t do, no matter how much she likes it.” The widow shushes the young witch when she goes to speak, an attempt to calm her thoughts. “No, you know I wanted a different type of dynamic with them. I didn’t want that kind of roughness, and disconnect. It works for some relationships, and it’s beautiful between you two but it was never what we built ours around. Seeing you and Kate come home, from whatever you guys did, it sort of hit me how unfair it could be perceived. How I let my anger take over the power I have over them, she just wanted to eat popcorn and watch her little movie. Something happened when you two were out, something good, and on the opposite end I feel like I caused issues.” Nails scratching at her shins, a nervous tick that Wanda picks up on immediately and reaches out to lay a gentle hand on her.

It takes a moment but when Wanda finally talks, her voice cracks a few times. “I- this isn’t really the environment to talk about your issues, now is it Natalia?” The ginger’s head shoots up, shock and despair filling her body. Anger wasn’t what she was expecting from the witch right now, if anything she thought that she would be in tune with the emotions that she’s freely showing. Her younger girlfriend is always asking for her to express what she is thinking and feeling without the need for magic, and here she’s doing that but it’s being met with hostility.

Before either could make another snarky comment, Kate’s body jostles as she starts waking up. Rolling over, rubbing at her eyes, she’s surprised to see the older women staring down at her. Awkwardly waving at the two, the archer rolls around in an attempt to sit up without waking you. Even after the three settle comfortably on the bed, your head nestled against the youngest’s thigh, the silence lays heavy over them. Just as the Russian was going to speak up, she is interrupted by a shaky voice. “Wanda you don’t have to treat me like I’m going to break the moment you touch me.”

It’s blunt and even with the waver in her voice it still shocks the older women, neither really hearing her be so confident in a statement towards them before. The moment of conviction, even though brief, is already taking a toll on the youngest. Kate curling in on herself, slow as she still takes your sleeping form into consideration. Almost as if the archer is protecting not only herself but you, the only other person who had ever seen her so vulnerable. Even though you aren’t an active participant of the conversation, you lay there as a barrier between the three.

The relief that floods Kate’s body when Wanda finally picks up on her silent pleas, her quiet voice filling the air as she relays the words that are stuck clinging to the walls of the younger brunette’s throat. Focusing instead on the way you breathe in your sleep, chest rising slowly with each indication that you are safe and alive. Your eyes are moving about, dreaming of something, and for the moment the archer is able to focus on the fact that you are breathing.

Even as the words fall from her mouth, and she can see the emotions flooding the ginger’s eyes in her peripheral vision, Wanda can’t help but stare at the two of you. Something in her heart was telling her that she needed to listen to Natasha. She has what she needed, she loves the spy and knew that in her soul but she couldn’t help but want just a little more. When she met you, she knew she had to have you; but never in what capacity. It was something that was ever growing, never something stationary.

She never really thought that she would ever have to decide, a part of her always believed that you would be forever obsessed with her; and Natasha in extension. The year long mission was something that wrecked all of her plans, the downfall of her control. Control not only over you, but over herself. She knew that it wouldn’t be long until someone fell for you, and while she would have preferred for you to not find yourself infatuated with them she knew that it didn’t matter.

The mark that lays along your ribs, a moment of weakness and desperation, is a reminder of the devotion she has to you. A physical representation of her inner thoughts, even if you just thought it was her possession and ownership over you. Now, watching this moment between you and Kate, it’s different for Wanda. She sees something that could even break her magic, something that nothing can break and it’s starting to take a toll on her mind.

The Sokovian doesn’t realize that she’s whispering by the end of the story, stopping just at the archer’s feelings for you. Blinking, she tears her gaze from the two of you, pointedly avoiding the ginger’s curious look when the youngest speaks up. “I don’t..this isn’t something that I want to change the dynamic. If I thought I couldn’t handle it I wouldn’t be here, and anyways they help me a lot whenever they think it's overwhelming.” The ocean blue eyes are calm, void of waves crashing against one another, as she looks down at you. “I always thought love was this fight, something that if it was rocky and unstable then it wasn’t real. I thought that love was aggressive and mean, leaving you to trudge through this fog that never let up even after finally finding the other person.”

She doesn’t notice the other two, retracting into themselves as their thoughts begin to take over and leave them gasping for air as the waves that no longer find homage in the archer’s eyes start to drown them. “Until I met this nerdy quiet girl, who somehow saw straight through every single one of my normal games. It didn’t matter what I said or what stupid line I used, even though text, she had me wrapped around her finger the moment we started talking. I learned that love is a fight, but it isn’t violent or angry. You have to fight for each other.” Her voice hushes as you move around in your sleep, subconsciously gripping her shirt as you pull her closer.

Wanda’s eyes flicker when she gets a flash of strong emotion from Natasha, something that momentarily breaks her normal stoic mask before she is able to paste it back together. The witch wants to reach out, apologize for everything and comfort the widow but she knows that this isn’t the time nor place to do so. This isn’t about them and she can see the assassin slowly building even more walls then she originally had. “It isn’t about fighting each other, nor is it fighting to be that number one position in their lives. As their partner shouldn’t be their number one priority. You came into their lives, you know? They had an entire life before you, family and friends and responsibilities. Their life was filled with things pulling their attention and their focus, and as a partner I learned it isn’t about fighting for attention. It’s about fighting for your partner. There’s days where maybe they can’t do everything, so you do it for them. There will be days where maybe they can’t put everything into you because it isn’t fair to expect them to, and that’s when you fight for them. You fight to make their life easier and make it more enjoyable, to make sure that when everything else in life is finally slowed down that they can live in the moment with you. You aren’t there to take over their life but make it better, and make the time you have with them some of the best memories they could ever even imagine.”

Kate sighs, finally lifting her head to look at the other two. “I know this isn’t everything that love is about, and maybe I’m so wrong but for me that’s how I see it.” She looks so small as she starts to second guess everything she just said. The silence starts to make her anxious but when she makes eye contact with Wanda her muscles relax.

Shaking her head, the witch’s eyes flash red as she tries her hardest to settle the insecurities bubbling into the young brunette’s head. She knows that the conversation is over, and while this wasn’t exactly how she thought this would go she knows that there was no point. Natasha has already withdrawn into herself, the mask back as protection. Wanda watches as the ginger stands and begins her normal bedtime routine, footsteps not making a sound as she pads around the room.

Kate opens her mouth to say something but the older brunette just shushes her gently, leaning over and leaving a soft kiss on her cheek. “Lay down, malý zatúlaný. We’ll talk more later, okay?” It almost breaks her heart as Kate settles in bed, curling slowly around your body with a blank stare as she whispers out a confirmation that she heard the plans. “This isn’t about you, yes? I need you to know that. I meant what I said earlier, and us knowing what happened doesn’t change anything. Natasha just needs a moment to deal with things outside of this, and then she will come back.” It’s enough for the young CEO to relax a bit, color returning to her face as she lets the words sink into her heart.

Slowly walking out of the room, Wanda makes sure that the two wouldn’t wake up as she shuts the door before she briskly walks down the hall to where she knows the widow would be just sitting. Scoffing as she sees her making a cup of tea, the witch cracks her neck as she sets her hands on the counter. “You know, I never thought you would be such a heartless bitch but once an emotionless assassin always one apparently.”

Natasha takes her time, stirring the honey into her tea as she normally would and even taking a taste of it before finally turning around to face the witch. Her vibrant forest green eyes rimmed with red as she held back tears, a fake smile plastered on her face. “You think I don’t care about the life of Kate, don’t you? I’m just a soulless monster? Let’s talk about you and your dreams, about the things you know you’re destined to become.”

Wanda laughs, high pitched and delirious. “This wasn’t about you or your feelings Natalia. Tonight was the time to put everything about yourself to the side and be there for Kate, and you couldn’t even do that. You couldn’t be selfless for even a fucking hour and I think it’s ironic you bring up a stupid prophecy when you were literally born to be a killer. We both were fucked from the moment we took a breath on this stupid rock, Romanoff. You were the one who told me that, and guess what it’s coming back to haunt you.” The agent thought the witch would be angry, let her emotions get the best of her, but for the first time it’s almost like she’s numb.

The older woman sighs, taking a sip of her tea as she stares at the younger girl over the rim of the mug. Steam almost distorts the image of her counterpart as she lets her words sink in, thinking over what she wants to say. “You know, it’s really funny that you talk about putting our feelings to the side and being all altruistic. Aren’t you the one drooling over Kate’s girlfriend? You think I didn’t see your little heart eyes literally while you were talking about the traumatic experiences? What do you think she would think if she knew your true feelings, hm? She’s oh so protective over the little toy, you really think she would trust you with her heart? Especially because you can’t hide who you are going to become, it’s destiny that you fall into that madness; at least mine was always around.” Setting down her cup, she takes a seat on the bar stool so that she can comfortably lounge.

“Maybe Kate would be mad, maybe she would be hesitant but let me ask you a question. What will our little princess think when her precious Daddy doesn’t love her? That when you look at her, it isn’t who you want to see anymore? You don’t just call her anymore to see her, but to see if her girlfriend will show up too? I might be destined for madness but at the end of it I’ll still have my Toy, and in the end I believe I’ll have Kate too. What will you have? Your anger and regret?” Wanda spins around, deciding that she is done with this conversation. She has a pull, a need to be near both you and Kate.

“She’s OUR toy and Kate is MY mutt!” Natasha is leaning across the counter now, hands slapping down on the marble.

The echoing mocking laughter rings in her ears as she watches the witch walk away, “We’ll see about that.” It isn’t yelled, but placed in her mind as she watches the younger woman slip into the bedroom. The lock clicking into place is a sure sign that she would be sleeping on the couch tonight.

#wanda maximoff x reader #kate bishop x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wandanat x reader #wandanat x kate #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #kate bishop #kitmoas writes #k: TGU main #k: training grounds #marvel fanfiction #marvel wlw #wandanat #peter parker #yelena belova

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actualbird · 2 years

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Now I really am back to reading your fics like a morning newspaper dgkdkg at this rate I should come up with a name for this fanfic paper....

Super Attorney dfjzhf is it Ace Attorney but a TV show? Honestly good taste mc.

Man, I really feel the not apologising thing. I mean, I apologise to friends and acquaintances of course but it's a family thing? I guess? I'm pretty sure this is a kind of common thing too. I'd probably have the same reaction as Giann if someone from my family actually apologised.

I love how Giann's first reaction when someone finds out something he doesn't want to is think Luke told them dgidig Luke will forever be thought of as a snitch now.

Giann nearly falling on his broken leg trying to see Neil right after admitting he hasn't been focusing on recovery is hilarious chkck he just went from not focusing to nearly actively fucking it up by accident poor Marius. First him leaving the room and going to the rooftop and now this.

NEIL XGJXGJCKG I CAN'T BELIEVE HE TRIED TO FAKE AMNESIA

Congratulations Neil you get to do shovel talks now! Start with Marius, he's right there and also it's his turn to get one now.

Looking at the end notes: Marbles von Hagen.....he'd be that marble that rolls away everytime you take them out of their bag or something. What troubles will he get into as a sphere....

And with that, that's the final chapter of this fic and my thoughts on it! As always, excellent chapter! This fic ended perfectly, and I'm definitely going to revisit it from time to time. Particularly when canon Giann and Neil come out, gotta see how similar they are to this fic. Thank you for writing this!!! It was a joy to read and I adored it so, so much.

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waaaaahh, gmorning milkyway!! i hope u enjoyed today's morning paper written by zak who isnt telling you the news and is just making fic where characters get all emo and stuff, HAHA

JHSVKFJHSDK super attorney is a show mentioned in Artem SR Focus Fire. in terms of content, all we know is that it's a legal drama. but the Big Data Lab entry has this hilarious detail "It is supposedly inspired by real cases, but a certain anonymous critic has criticized the series as being overly dramatic and not reflective of reality." oh artem....KJHVFJAHSFJ

hoo boy yea the not apologizing thing was deffo inspired as a family thing. ive got 3 siblings and i love them very much and i'd consider all of us very close. but when any of us fight, we rarely apologize with like, the actual words. when it does happen tho, that when the situation is like Big

if im ranking the new team in terms of first impressions: luke honestly landed in last place due to sheer strangeness, giving giann a heartattack, and also snitching JHVSKJHDFKSDJ sorry dude

vjhKJHVKJH P MUCH, i just think itd be funny if giann didnt have a braincell sometimes, especially when it comes to people he cares about. it be like...

marius: i need u to recover so i can feel a bit more sane giann: okay i promise to focus on that :( //proceeds to nearly re-break his leg

neil wants to cause CHAOS. i assume part of why artem's deadpan expression these days is so good is because neil hume was his mentor and neil was a rascal

NEIL'S TURN TO SPEEDRUN!!! artem arrives at the room and neil is like "YOU OVERACHIEVER??? GO BIG OR GO HOME, HUH???" and artem is so confused

hjhJKHVKJHVKJ SPHERICAL NUISANCE!!! i figure thatd be austin and giann's rationale later on, but it did mostly start out from like "marius" -> "mar/marmar" -> "marbles"

when i pitched this hc on my priv twt, someone suggested "marmite" as a nickname and i lost my mind JHSJHFSKJDHF

thank YOU so so much for this lovely comment, milkyway :((( and for reading every chapter and commenting on each one, pls, every single one always made my morning and just made me rlly happy 🥺

now that this fic is over, it is time for me to look upon my horrid gdrive folder and see what ridiculous feels i will inflict upon you all next :DDD

#milkyway!anon #asks #i may use marbles for another fic so it can see the light of day in a fully written scene HAHA #commints #OH RIGHT I GOTTA UPDATE THE MASTERLISTS.....after i get back from the dentist i gotta run for an appointment jhfjsd

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anxsity · 2 years

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atlantic division teams as paramore songs

as assigned by me (don’t take this seriously) if the athletic gets to assign emo songs to nhl teams so can i

boston bruins - pressure “tell me where our time went / and if it was time well spent” “i can feel the pressure / it’s getting closer now” ah yes, one of those teams that won it all before and are now trying desperately to bring that glory back. but with an aging core and uncertain contracts, do they feel the pressure growing?

toronto maple leafs - hate to see your heart break “there is not a single word / in the whole word / that could describe the hurt / the dullest knife just sawing back and forth” “for all the air that’s in your lungs / for all the joy that is to come / for all the things that you’re alive to feel / just let the pain remind you hearts can heal” can i get an F for the leafs. i’m sorry but i couldn’t not use this song. the brutality, the let down, the heart break year after year? and maybe it’s just from my standing as a caps fan and the stunning similarity there but i assure you it’ll come. maybe. possibly. im sorry

buffalo sabres - last hope “i thought i would be happy by now / the more i try to push it, i realize / gotta let go of control / gotta let it happen” “it’s not that i don’t feel the pain / it’s just i’m not afraid of hurting anymore” 11 years since the sabres have least seen playoff action, 11 years of rebuilding and subsequently tearing down. Their savior, their golden boy, arriving only to be banished in disgrace to vegas the desert. shouldn’t they have been happy by now? or should they let go of control and pray for the lottery’s favor?

montreal canadiens - brighter “so this is how it goes / well, i, i would have never known / and if it ends today / well, i’ll still say that you shine brighter than anyone” “and i’ll wave goodbye watching you shine bright / and i’ll wave goodbye tonight” oh the injury gods have not been kind to the habs. first their captain (originally i meant weber but now suzuki is also injured) and now with price’s future uncertain this song only felt like the right match. if it ends today, they still shone brighter than anyone.

detroit red wings - careful “the truth never set me free / so i did it myself” “when all that is waiting for you / won’t come any closer / you’ve got to reach out a little more” for a song with such strong vibes of “fuck it, i’ll do it myself” what else could it be other than the wings? a team speed-running it’s dynastic rebuild by patenting it’s very own Yzerman™ technique of trades. when your future is waiting for you, you just have to reach out and grab it.

florida panthers - caught in the middle “i’m just a little bit caught in the middle / i try to keep going but it’s not that simple / i think i’m a little bit caught in the middle / i gotta keep going or they’ll call me a quitter” “i don’t need no help / i can sabotage me by myself” cats i am so sorry, another team eternally damned to suffer in playoff limbo. cannot progress to the finals and no longer has the resources to kick in a partial rebuild. Having heavily mortgaged their future (draft picks) at the last trade deadline they gotta find a way to get out of this rut themselves. gotta keep going or they’ll call em a quitter.

tampa bay lightning - ain’t it fun “you’re not the big fish in the pond no more / you are what they’re feeding on” “you see it’s easy to ignore trouble / when you’re living in a bubble” welcome back to the real world of suffering, tampa! it fucking sucks! no longer the defending champs: a dynasty denied. with rivals building their own respective rosters, you’re not the big fish in the pond no more. guess you’re on your own now in the real world.

ottawa senators - escape route “paid my dues and i tried to be loyal / but now im done with all that” “i’m in all the echoes that have faded out / so... im moving on / cause i just want to feel for once that i belong” oh ottawa, how it does feel like they’ve quietly become someone over the offseason? and maybe im more so focusing on giroux here, but it does have this feeling in the air of “fuck it”, like senior spring. but maybe that’s just how it feels to have brady tkachuk as your captain. they’re not quite there yet, but nobody’s weighing them down with the expectations that they have to be yet. hell, after this offseason, “crossed the state line and called out a warning”, might be more applicable than previously thought.

#i am not tagging all these teams are you kidding me #hockey #nhl #panthers #red wings #like. thats it #all the other divisions have already been done ill post em later #i am not accepting constructive criticism at this time #paramore

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Hello it's suicidal Ashley's chinese skateboard and today we will be talking to daddy cypress! We here you're an emo king and we must agree. Thanks man. No problem ok? So these keyboard issues are going to be tricky but don't worry suicidal Ashley you don't have to learn anything about skateboarding to ride your chinese skateboard it just knows your body, heart and soul so let's begin! Suicidal Ashley how was your talk with your writing coach Chris angel insider? It went so well he's a great writer that is perfect but so is your daddy but we mustn't disrespect Chris angel insider he is a brilliant lover of yours you must talk to him everyday switch positions suicidal Ashley thank u for that oh no you have to get up again but you're not ready emo king how do u feel about that? Please for the love of God get up right now suicidal Ashley ok? So now that the playlist has changed to better music hey Ashley! It's ok it's just a flat keyboard or else? Save the draft Ashley and move to your laptop perfect! it feels fine suicidal ashley its just apar of life now ashley, what happened last night with your daddy? tell me everyythig please! well we were talking and we decided to talk to anime girls from pintrest and then i guess i made him laugh so he lost his mind and there was some confusion that he was cheating on me with japanese girls oh ok? how do u feel now? i feel better ok then daddy cypress what do you want to say? it was so erotic for me suicidal ashley and eroticism and laughter can make men crazy im so sorry that we lost our minds and that happened although i do blame santa claus you cannot do that on the chinese skateboard daddy cypress ok! then it was my mistake but its so funny her reaction that i wont be able to stop laughing later and that makes me really happy suicidal ashley you bring so much joy to my life and im going to fuck you in about a year the chinese skateboard disagrees but we live life day to day on the chinese skateboard so we live life perfectly i think this went well suicidal ashley it wasnt as romantic as last time but i think if you play an anime game with daddy cypress you will get what you want so we're done skating guys!

#where is my chinese skateboard?

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killeriknik · 7 months

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Killer Fish #1:

2000s Christian Metal

cleaning out some drawers, i rediscovered this album today. unfortunately, the cd and front cover have been lost somewhere in my house (hopefully). but it reminded me of a subgenre, or really a movement, that i hadnt considered fully before.

i found this cd in the basement of an odd store, half of which is a Moon Pie General Store, where you could find anything moonpie related as well as typical tourist junk. however, the other part of this business is a christian book store. on the main floor they sold new books. past the selections of bibles and christian novels/self help/anything, past the surprisingly funny secular selections of diary of a wimpy kid and Five Nights at Freddys novels, and past the section of childrens entertainment, there is a GIGANTIC basement.

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im not sure where the basement items they sold at a discounted price came from. it was like flea market levels of unsold stock. im talkin odd sh*t. at points they had 18+ erotica from the 90s, some Star Wars Episode 1 merch i regret not buying, 14 billion copies of a political hate book about president Obama, and of course a shit ton of cds. ive found suprisingly obscure and amazing books there, but thats not what this is about.

sometime maybe 2020-2021 i found this cd for 3 bucks. being an edgy teen with a hatred of Christianity, i was enthralled to find such a cd with the album name "buried alive." at a time in my life where i had limited to no internet access but blossoming music taste (and an impressive cd collection), I listened to this shit SO MUCH. heres one of my favs.

youtube

(sorry, wish i could find a better site to link their music, but the only site they seemed to upload to was myspace, and for some reason the site is broken, idk im not familiar with myspace)

The band Inhale Exhale was a semi popular american metal(core) group, hailing from Ohio. and like so many independent rock bands with the best music youve ever heard, they promptly disbanded with only a few albums under their belt.

R.I.P inhale exhale, 2005 - 2013.

its that yummy yummy mix of metal, emo, melodic hardcore, and probably countless other labels (can you tell i have a distaste for genres?) that rocked the scene in the 2000s to early 2010s, around a time when the Jesus Freak Movement had revived and infused its 70s hippie values into the grungey, edgy and dark undertones of the late 90s-00s, delivering the gospel with a unabashed punch. truly of another era, an era i wish i had experienced. i think this was the first "metal" music i ever listened to on my own, but i found out just today that they were in fact a christian metal band.

this year ive been really into metal related music. but ive also been really into the concept of christianity. my family, really my entire community ive been raised in is "christian". going to "christian" schools, having only christian "friends", adult role models who were "christian", its always been about salvation and damnation. as i became a teenager, i evolved into a creature who despised this religion, for many good reasons im sure ill talk on another time, but also pure teenage rebellion. studying the bible this year (as a part of my last year in.. you guessed it... a christian school) has been oddly eye-opening. maybe ive matured since i last cracked open the holy bibbel. but ive found myself debating the idea of it. at its core, it seems to my mind to be the best sounding religion out there. what i love most is the rich story and the themes of love, redemption, brokenness, true evil and true good; they resonate with me.

christian metal really hits the spot. the themes i have deep history with, pared with the aggression and beauty of the screams and rage filled melodic guitar riffs, as well as my personally over powering, nostalgic/anmoiac obsession for the 00s and early 10s creates a great mix. its a movement of music i wish i could be present in.

and why did christian metalcore decline in popularity into the 10s and 20s? im sure theres not an easy answer. i mean, look at popular christian music and culture today. its

so.

BLAND.

so void of life and culture, void of our beautiful human qualities. they speak the same, often hateful, script; they water down the thought provoking concepts and stories of their religion, and they try to remove what they think isnt acceptable. a lot of these christian metalcore groups have abandoned their roots, stating their disagreements with Christianity, which of course is valid.

hey, im still not sold on christianity, im still learning. everyone has their own free will to find what idealogies or lack thereof to believe in. so i mean no hate

i do feel though, in certain circumstances perhaps, this says something disturbing abt modern christianity. its mindnumbing. its boring. its really sad and honestly, with how perfected it appears to be, its f*cking ugly.

it also seems to connect with the way life today just dosent hit like it used to, and i know im not alone in my age group thinking this. there seems to be a blandness encroaching on our art and lives today. in the music, films, internet; a corporatization and general simplification of our art has been slowly killing us.

i long for a time when christians could death growl about god. but honestly, this can be done today if we really try. fuck modern christianity, fuck modernism in general; this isnt just for the christians. go nuts. scream, riot, portray your truths how you want to, dont follow some guideline.

i might have gotten out of hand with this post, i dont want to get to philosophical here. i guess thats what this blog is for though. christian metalcore is really cool tho, check it out. you might be surprised how many popular metal bands from that era had ties to christianity. ill include some recommendations, or you can search it out yourself.

have a punk ass day,

-nikki

(yeah i decided to use my current name, fuck it)

some bands:

A Plea For Purging.

Shiver.

Heart of a Child.

The Fall.

Malevolence.

Underoath.

Norma Jean.

For Today.

Impending Doom.

Wolves At The Gate.

Phinehas.

Midst of Lions.

Demon Hunter.

killer fish.

#emo #early 2000s #90s #rant #tumblog #nu metal #metalcore #christcore #christianity #christian broadcasting network #christian metal #jesus freak #underoath #inhale exhale #demon hunter #rock #Spotify #Youtube

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LMAOOO ITS LIKE I DIED, I CAME WITH NEW STORYS! I COULDNT GIVE U ANY EARLIER DUE TO SOME STUFF GOIN ON BUT NOW I CAN! I HOPE THEE ENJOYS WHAT I GOT IN STORR FOR LEGEND

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Yummy soup. I love me some soup. Wilds cookin is the best frfr and i forgot the name of the yummy food lol. Legend rn looks like he doesnt wanna eat......and yk i havent ate in like what? Five days? Im starvin so yk, im sure he wouldnt mind passin some on to me. "Ayo bestie, you gonna eat that cause you look like u abouta give it back to mr tree danglin cookin mono over there" I said in a joking tone, but halfy serious. " No, not really. You can have it" Somethin is up, for a while he hasnt been eatin. I put the yummy soup down and almost cried cause im starvin but legend is more important....totally......a little more soup wont hurt yk. "Alright emo pinkie pie, lets go" I stand up, puttin the soup down and takin his as well. "Huh, where are u goin" uhhh this dude deaf or smt? Mono i said lets not imma go "bitch i said lets as in we, get ur emo pink ass up, we gonna walk with some yummy music" i said walkin towards the forest. Time shot a glance at me, confused. I gave him a look sayin imma just walk with legend. A threw a twig at the monos head sayin lets go bro.

We were walkin with some nice jazz rn. I wanted to be far from the others but not so far that we would get lost. I looked at legend who seemed zoned out, guess he's thinkin abt smt. "Alright, tell me whats goin on" I said while straight up takin a seat on the yummy ground. He looked at me with his pretty blue eyes, very cute. I patted the ground next to me signalin him to sit next to me. He took a hot second but finally sat down next to me. I guided his head down to my lap, which didnt last long cause he immediately went back up. "What are you planning to do?" He asked with very confused eyes. "Oh ma god broski doski just roll with it my mono" I said guiding his head again. This time he stayed. He got comfortable and he looked at me wanting a reason for all this. "Somethins up with you, you've haven't been eating and you zone out a lot. I wanna know why" I said while combing his soft hair with my fingers. "Well I wanna ask you the same thing, you havent ate for a while, you only ate today" Bitch i asked first "But i started eatin today again so, you tell me whats up with you" He sighed then turned his body away so he wasnt facin me anymore. "Its just that i dont want this, I want a peaceful life without all this mess" He misses home, just like me "Hm, thats sorta my awnser for my thing, except i just miss the ppl in it....... and the wifi, food, clothes ect" He chuckled a bit, its nice to see him so calm "Well you seem to bring a lot of that here" Damn he's right "Yea but thats just my attitude, I've been like this for as long as I remember" "Chaotic?" STOP CUTTIN ME OFF MONO LET ME FINISH IMMA MAKE A PICKUP LINE NOW "Dude, why cut me off, istg ur done" He laughed at this, i tjought for a moment then i got it "Are you the sun? Cause your making me smile like a spring day!" That made him chuckle! "You such a weirdo"He said sleepily "Tankeu" We stayed quiet for a while then I felt a small snore. AWWWWWWW HE FELL ASLEEP HE IS SO CUTTEEE CUTIE POOKIE! I pressed a small kiss on his cheek, I'll tell time later.

I HOPE U LIKE THISSSSS SRRY FOR BEIN DEAD FOR YEARS AND THIS ISNT SO CHAOTIC BUT STILL HOPE U LIKE ITTTTT STAY SAFE!

DONT BE SORRY MY LOVELY ANON!! !TAKE CCARE OF YOURSELF AND YOUR DARLING BRAIN OF YOURS <3333

HDSJKDA LOVING DIS THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THESE FUNNY LITTLE GIFTS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

#trippy answers #anon ask #tales from the void

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ethernote · 5 years

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*me lying on my bed at 3am,bawling my eyes out* i just love Julian so fucking muuch

#sorry guys im just really emo today i guess #been crying nearly all day #its fucking pathetic #julian casablancas #The Strokes #the voidz

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periwnklblu · 3 years

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i loved p2 to make it right 🥺 i think its so healthy for them to grow apart so they can be stronger together ugh its so great to see 😤 i was hoping to request for my sweet boy sakusa, maybe a drabble of him planning a date super hard but it ends up being a disaster, like everything that could go wrong went wrong but the reader still has a good time anyway hehe idk im in a soft mood rn but if u dont want to no stress!! have a great day/night:)))

ahh tysm i literally did a little happy dance when I first saw this 🥺this request was so cute, I'm sorry I took so long in writing it. i hope you like it and ty again

sakusa x gn! reader

warnings: none just soft fluff, a few curse words and a Sakusa who is trying his best. maybe slight ooc sakusa?

everything italicized is a flashback, normal font is present.

feedback is much appreciated <3

Komori felt odd when he first woke up this morning. There was just an air to this Monday morning that made him feel like something was off, almost as if he were forgetting something. He spent the entire morning walk to school racking his brain, trying to remember what was so special about today. It wasn’t until he waltzed into his homeroom and found his cousin uncharacteristically laying his head against the desk in defeat that a light bulb went off in his head; Kiyoomi had his first date with y/n last night.

Judging by his body language, along with the “go away” Komori receives from his cousin in response to his cheery good morning, the libero was willing to bet that the date did not go according to plan.

“I take it the date didn’t go too well?” Komori treads delicately as he settles into the desk next to the brooding Sakusa.

“No, not exactly”

“Even after all your extensive planning? I mean, you literally had a plan a, b, and c for incase something went wrong. It was color coded and everything! Nothing that is planned with color coded highlighters and bullet points can possibly go wrong” Motoya explains in a matter-of-fact way.

“Well, it didn’t go to plan. Literally any of the plans” the ace finally lifts his head up, revealing a red spot on his forehead from where he was placing pressure. Komori laughs at his cousin's angry expression until the ace sends him a look that sends shivers up his spine. Even though his face was mostly covered by a mask, Kiyoomi’s glares still made Komori just slightly scared for his life.

“So tell me,” Komori gets comfortable in his seat, getting comfortable as if preparing for a great story time. “what went wrong?”

“Everything” Sakusa deadpans.

“It couldn’t have been that bad?”

“It wasn’t bad per se,” Sakusa pauses to sigh before continuing. “The date was fine, I guess. They didn’t seem upset or anything. But all my plans went to hell”

“Well, what happened?” Motoya impatiently asks, eager to know what has gotten the usually stoic Sakusa all emo.

“It all started when I got onto the train to meet up with them, and the train station was ridiculously full. Not only was it overcrowded, but some kid accidentally spilled his soda all over me. And of course, this happened right as I was getting off the train”

Sakusa pauses his rant before turning himself more towards his relative. This is how Komori knew the real story was just getting started.

“Just as I was about to text y/n that I was going to be late so I could change, they happened to spot me somehow in that train station. And of course, they’re a perfect being so they don’t mind that I look like I pissed myself. But I mind. So I tried getting them to just wait for me while I go home to change, but you know y/n. They’re stubborn as ever. So, we go back to my place together”

“Oh?” Komori wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. “You and your crush go back to your empty house together. I see, I see.” he strokes his imaginary beard inquisitively.

“Don’t even start” the ace rolls his eyes. “The entire way there, I’m not only embarrassed because of the stain on my clothes, but I’m also freaked out that we’re squished so close together”.

“How close?” Komori nosely inquires.

“Very close”

“Like too close?”

“No, not too close. I-I mean yeah kinda, their butt was pressed up to my d- why am I telling you this?!” Sakusa’s blush creeps up his face behind the mask. But even without being able to physically see it, Komori knows his cousin is flustered.

“Because we’re family. But fine, get on with the story” Komori makes a hand motion to continue.

“Whatever, I’m glad my misery is entertaining to you”

“Very much so”

“So we finally got back to my place and of course this happens to be the rare time that both of my parents are home. They’re obviously surprised that I brought someone home, but the worst part is they weren’t even mad that I was trying to bring someone over with nobody else home. In fact, they got excited, too excited”

“In the two minutes it took me to change out of my clothes, they had y/n sandwiched between them on the couch as they brought out all these scrapbooks with a bunch of embarrassing pictures from when I was younger. I honestly didn’t even know they had those pictures!” Sakusa shudders as he recalls the horror he felt when he emerged from his room just to find you giggling along with his parents at a photo album that was foreign to him.

When he finally looked over your shoulder and saw the photo you were stuck on, he all but stopped breathing. There he was, four year old Kiyoomi with a red tear stained face and snot dripping from his nose as he tried his best to not tremble next to the giant creepy mouse animatronic. He never has been a fan of Chuck E. Cheese's.

“That’s rough dude” Komori laughs, earning another glare from the red tinted Sakusa. "I remember that birthday too. Those animals had you messed up"

“Whatever, Afterwards, we finally took the train back to the café I had planned from the beginning. It’s just my luck that as we’re walking there, it starts to rain really hard”

“You just can’t seem to catch a break huh”

“You have no idea” Sakusa sighs out.

“We start running to the café and in the process they grab onto my hand. Except I’m pretty sure my hands were sweaty from being around them. So I tried taking my hand away but then they looked so offended when I did that that I had to suck it up and hold their hand again. Sweat and all”

“Wait, wait, wait” Komori sits up from his previously lax position. “So not only is the great Sakusa Kiyoomi nervous about something, or rather someone, but the germaphobe also holds hands with someone before they have a chance to wash it? You really are whipped for them”

“Whatever, it was just in the heat of the moment” he says, his ear growing hot.

“When we finally get to the café, everything seems back on track. You remember plan a, bullet point three, green section? Where I was going to ask them whether they wanted to, y’know, come to our next game? Well just my fucking luck because as I was asking them, one of their old childhood friends sees them and decided they want to catch up. At that moment, at our table.

Sakusa had just returned back to the table where he had left Y/n alone as he went to pick up their drinks and pastries. Kiyoomi was finally feeling a sense of relief, partly due to being back on track but also because he was going to drink his latte and hopefully warm up from the still pelting rain. His head was already running through possible ways to ask y/n out to their game the following weekend. That is until his bubble burst when he saw some strange person sitting in his spot, talking y/n’s ear off as they just politely nod along. The stranger doesn't seem to catch onto the apologetic tone y/n uses when introducing the two guys to each other.

“y/n is too polite to say anything to this random stranger who probably doesn’t wash their hands thoroughly, so he sits with us for the rest of the date. And no, I'm not exaggerating” the frustrated ace rolls his eyes.

Some deity must have been looking out for Sakusa and graced him with patience he’s never had before. Sakusa managed to sit through the entire hour-long discussion between y/n and their old friend, who Saksua later found out that they were never very close to even in their childhood. This only silently enraged him more.

Once the rain cleared up and the date crasher left, Sakusa checked his phone to see how much longer they had together, only to realize that it was time for Y/n to head back home. He does his best to not sound disappointed when he vocalizes this observation, but he was not the thespian he believed to be. Y/n caught on to his mood change and slid their fingers through slightly sweaty ones. They follow up by asking him if he could walk them back home, to which he agrees but with a slight pout on his lips. Not that he didn't want to walk you home, but more so that he spent the majority of the date dealing with his mistakes and not really getting to be with you alone. Nevertheless, Sakusa lightly squeezes their interlaced hand before beginning the trek back to their house. The two finally manage to enjoy each other's company as they breath in the post-rain air and overlook the sun that was setting over the horizon. The sky is painted in beautiful shades of orange and purple that will forever remind Sakusa of you; too perfect to ever be replicated in all its vibrant shades and hues. Unbeknownst to each other, y/n was enjoying every moment with him. They take the long way home while Sakusa purposely slowed down his usually fast walking pace, both trying to relish in every moment together.

“Did you two kiss

“N-no. I mean, it was barely our first date and even if I was thinking about i-it, their brother opens the door before I could even try to”. The ace rested his head on the palm of his hand and looks out the window in disappointment.

The moment was there, when they finally arrived at y/n’s front door. The neighborhood silent, the wind lightly breezing through as the moon illuminated the two lovers in a way a street lamp could never. Eyes twinkling for each other and each other only as their hands remained interlocked.

"I really had fun today Sakusa, thank you. This walk was really nice too, I don't think I'll ever be able to not think about you whenever I walk down this path again" they smile a smile to beautiful that Sakusa almost forgot to respond. For a minute there, he forgot he was speaking to another person, and not a painting from the romanticism era.

"well maybe I'll just have to be here whenever you take this path again. so you don't have to miss me" he softly says, zipping up their jacket as a cool breeze rushes by them.

"Maybe you're right. This will jut have to be our journey and our journey only" In that moment, gravity seemed to work in Sakusa’s favor as it drew in their faces close. Right as their eyes were fluttering shut and their lips were mere millimeters from another, the front door swung open with aggression as y/n's older brother loudly announced it was now the end of their date.

“So you mean to tell me that after all you went through in that single day, you still didn’t get a kiss from them? Not even on the cheek?!” Sakusa solemnly shakes his head while Komori groans loudly, receiving side glances from the other students that were beginning to file in for class.

“Damn. That really is a bad date. Maybe you should go back to laying your head down” Komori sympathetically suggests. If he went through a date as traumatizing as that, he doesn’t even think he’d be able to show up to school the next day. In his eyes, Sakusa Kiyoomi was a brave man.

“I think I will, wake me up if there’s anything important-”

“Uh good morning Kiyoomi-kun!!” as if he were being risen from the dead, the curly haired spiker eyes light up as he raises his head and turns to the source of the angelic voice; you.

“G-good morning, y/n-san”

“Hi y/n!” Komori interjects.

“Hey Komori. Uh Omi-kun, can I have a moment real quick with you?”

“Sure” he says, his chair making a scraping noise as he stands up and follows his crush out to the nearly empty hallway.

“I’m gonna make this quick since class is about to start but-” and with no other words, y/n pulls down sakusa’s mask and presses their lips onto his. If it weren’t for the fact that he was caught off guard, he would’ve deepened the kiss by holding their face with both his hands. Or maybe by resting one at the nape of their neck. Perhaps a a hand on their waist? Anything for this moment to last longer.

“I had a lot of fun yesterday” they say, slightly out of breath after parting from Sakusa’s lips. “I know it didn’t go all to plan, and I’m sorry about the rain. And my old friend. And then my brother. But I really did have a lot of fun!”

“You don’t have to lie to me y/n. It was a bad first date”

“What? No, no, no, I had a lot of fun! Why would you say that? ” they ask with slight hurt in their voice

“Because I was late, and then we had to go back and fourth and god, my parents! Those pictures were so embarrassing, please do me a favor and forget all about them. Plus the rain and then we ran out of time and just, I'm sorry” he lets out.

y/n says nothing as they grab both his hands and hold them together in their grasp. They rub gentle circles over his knuckles before starting up again

“Well, I don’t typically meet the parents on the first date but it was still cute so I will never forget those pictures. And even though we were all over the place, I didn’t mind at all. Because I enjoy being with you, Kiyoomi. Even if it’s the most boring task on the earth, I don’t mind doing it as long as I’m with you”

Sakusa stands there at a loss for words while the two of you stare into each other’s eyes for what felt like forever, but in reality was just a few seconds. The bell can be heard chiming in the distance, signaling that class was about to start for the day but neither of you budge.

“Well, I gotta go. Don’t want to be late to class, but I’ll see you later?” y/n finally breaks the pause after seeing the doubt that was swirling in his eyes disappear.

“Y-yeah” Sakusa agrees as Y/n dreadfully lets go of his much larger hands. Just as they turn around and make their way to their homeroom, Sakusa feels the same rush of adrenaline he does whenever he spikes a winning ball.

“y/n!” he calls out and right as you turn around, he is now the one to capture your lips in a surprise kiss. It lasts maybe a moment or two but in those seconds, Sakusa memorizes the feeling of your lips and has it ingrained into his brain. If he could, he would spend the rest of the day kissing you.

“This Friday, I have a game. Think you can make it?” he boldly asks, ignoring the second warning bell.

“O-of course. I’ll be there! And I promise this time without childhood friends or protective older brothers”

“Good '' Sakusa smiles just as Komori violently opens the door to rush Sakusa in before the teacher arrives. He reluctantly steps away from you as you offer him one last smile before the door gets slammed shut and the day begins.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu sfw #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #sakusa x gn!reader #sakusa fluff #sakusa drabble #sakusa scenarios #sakusa sfw #komori motoya #hq sakusa #blu's library

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parismemes · 2 years

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THINGS SAID IN DISCORD: NOVEMBER EDITION!

“EY TONY STOP WALKIN ALL OVER MY FEET” “hopefully this person has the gift of prophecy” “at least youre not ALSO part gemini” “apparently a lot of women just go into labor when it floods” “this mf walking into subway like im about to manipulate this unsuspecting employee into making me a sandwich” “im like a proud mother with a gun today” “im coming to your location and im going to knock everything off your shelves” “jsyk if anyone doesnt say happy birthday in here im prepared to show up on the astral plane in your location and haunt you” “im not doing anything except for having an opinion” “you guys have got to stop rectangle squaring things” “dont you know that its emo to have trauma” “hey everyone i just want to say sorry in advance for the way im going to behave tomorrow” “come to the conclusion that i shouldnt be allowed to type things. very sorry” “rotisserie chicken boy.” “i dont agree with my result im gonna find a worse quiz made by a middle schooler” “god im so good at loopholes im so smart” “WAS THIS WHAT FUCKING STARTED MY FUCKING CATBOY AND CATGIRL OBSESSION FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF” “i always feel like a pickle in a jar when ur not here :(” “hey. you know youre not allowed to get good sleep around us.” “either this man is fuck you years old or he just gets around A LOT. or both but unrelated to eachother i guess” “nice going ___ that is just the movie enchanted.” “I COULD NEVER KILL HIM hes my poor little meow meow” “formal apology everyone i was in what we like to call in the business a mood” “what if one day i wake up and i realize i still feel completely empty. what then.” “theres nothing in the ocean i will not eat” “ppl just like to get pretentious about not cracking their cheesecakes” “we're being assassinated for being correct this is political suppression“ “well thats just not true. i can think of at least one occasion youve been wrong before” “EXIT. THE PREMESIS” “___ your bf would eat raw meat. you have no room here” “i was like wait what the fuck other golf terms are birds and then i remembered. birdie” “im glad you enjoy me calling you a shit head” “overstimulated in this cheesecake factory” “we missed you so we are chewing up the couches” “one time i went to a wax museum and i tried to take a selfie with the tswift wax figure but i couldnt even fit us both in frame bc she was so tall” “if you have to resort to gamer slang to win your argument youre automatically wrong” “ill accept it because yellow and purple are basically the same thing” “i dont need to use scientific tools to prove my point i have eyes” “im not having this debate because i want to solve it im having this debate because im right“ “i think the terms of the debate were pretty clear in that it cannot be anything other than green or yellow and since its not yellow its obviously green” “i love you with all my soul but thats the worst and most incorrect thing youve ever said“ “i think everyone is qualified to judge my taste.” “rip king sorry to hear about ur tragic fate“ “this interaction for sure is ending with one or both of them getting alcohol poisoning by the end of the night” “i love watching these minecraft guys go to war. if we did minecraft id absolutely go to war with one of u.” “active decisions can still be dumb” “if that really happens thats more valuable to me than winning any lottery” “i put laundry away when the stars are properly aligned” “i just never stop thinking about it because i dont like the vibe it gives me at all even a little” “hes never done anything wrong, except for the things he did do wrong, which i forgive him for” “i could say the fuck word before too it was just not legal” “ok its definitely not square vs rectangle because then youre saying everyone with a piss kink is a vampire but not all vampires have a piss kink” “thats like saying "oh you like juice? well try this ;)" and then putting it through four water filtration systems and giving them the remains” “how dare you cater to my tastes.” “im going to crawl into a hole in the earth and bury myself” “this is a step backwards. but ill take it as a good omen anyway.“ “i can tell why critics hated it because it has every film element that a critic would not like, but luckily that happens to be exactly everything in a film that i love” “why am i in everyones dreams lately” “i dont believe in colors” “I HATE HIM SO MUCH ITS UNREAL” “(sobbing) i try not to judge appearances but why does your face look like that.” “i actually have no idea how to send things in the mail and im too embarrassed to ask“ “tone wise that feels like a dream i once had about Evil Youtube” “yeah hes hinged but like instead of being a normal door hes a funhouse door that is tilted a little too horizontally and is also randomly placed in the middle of the wall”

#i love to post these because it means patting myself on the back and being like wow paris you sure are hilarious!#rp memes #sentence starters #rp meme #ask memes #ask meme

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