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Farmer Clark

something just snapped at me when I saw this picture. I mean look at this picture

Pairing: Clark Kent x reader

Genre: SMUT, 18+, sir kink, breeding kink, female receiving

Notes: I saw this picture on Pinterest and yeah, I got carried away. Ah, to be on a farm with Clark.

The sun was blazing on the hot Metropolis day. Clark's farm was standing proudly on the hills surrounded by nature. Green hills were holding the fruits of the labor of Clark's blood, sweat, and tears, making produce for him and you for the following year. Y/n walked out of the barn, watching Clark throw a ball of hay over his shoulder as if weighing 2 grams. Maybe for him, it did. His muscle shined from the sweat that glistened on his slightly tanned skin. His pecs tensed every time he pulled, hauled, and threw something, anything, around the farm.

The man was a god walking among mortals, and you felt your mind fill with lewd images of him. His hand held the wrench as he knelt down in front of his tractor, trying to fix minor damage, a damage he told you about, but you could not concentrate on that as you saw his biceps move with each swing, tug, and pull. Observing him kneel like that gave you more ideas and wants. Wishing you were the one sitting there and him kneeling in front of you, eating you out until you see the stars, and he was so good at that.

"-pass me the...Y/n...Y/n?" Clark brought you out of your daze, noticing your head snap and your eyes trying to find him, finding him on the floor, lying on his back, looking confused, his hand reaching for yours. Giving him your hand, he chuckles.

"As much as I love to hold your hand, your hand can't unscrew a 5-inch bolt. Pass me the tool there."

With a slight blush on your cheeks, you pull away, taking your hand away from his grasp and handing him the appropriate tool, crouching down and sitting on the hay-filled ground, watching him do the work. Work you knew nothing about, you loved being around the farm, and living that quiet farm life, enjoying it with Clark. Relishing in every moment with him in this life, every early morning even though you hated to get up sometimes, every day off when you ran across the field while Clark chased you, every kiss that was stolen away from you while you were trying to make an apple pie, every time riding the tractor while he drove enjoying the bumpy ride.

"-in your world..."

"Huh?"

Snapping back, you see Clark in front of your face. "I said, 'You really are in your own world, darling?' That is what I said."

Laughing awkwardly, you look at him, seeing the smile on his face, his eyes fixed on you, and his big strong hands caressing your tights. Clark saw the glint in your eyes, he felt your heartbeat quicken when his hand inched a bit higher towards your waist, caressing unhurriedly as if trying to make you say it. To say what you want. What you want him to do to you.

"You know that I can feel you, sweetness. Every breath that stops in your throat, every whimper that you muffle, each gaze you throw at me. Therefore, you can tell me, darling. What do you want?"

Clark was playing the long game as much as you did. But on a much higher level. And he looked so delectable like that. Muscles on display, just wearing the overalls, he was playing every single character in your favorite romance books. And you wanted nothing more than to skip to the best part, but you needed to speak, as thinking too long might not help. He is a hero, but reading minds was not his forte.

"I want you, Kal-El. I want you to have your way with me."

Leaning into him, you kiss him, wrapping your hands around his neck, scratching the baseline of his hair, nipping and tugging. Clark felt himself shift into more of his primal urges, and the kiss was the fuse that started it. His nose filled with your arousal as his hands began to remove bits of your clothing; unlike Clark, you had more clothes on yourself. Sitting in his lap, you felt his length harden, your hips sway back and forth, and you continued to make out. The motion takes a new direction as Clark picks you up in his arms, laying you gently on the ground, the hay starting to make your skin itch. Pulling away, Clark breath out

"Put this behind your back." He offers his jacket, and you happily take it, placing it on your back.

Laying comfortably on it, Clark stops to take you in, your heart, your body, your whimpers, and at that moment, he wants to devour you.

"Darling, will you let me eat you out?"

You can simply whimper as your legs want any friction as they rub together. Removing your pants and underwear, Clark's face is in front of his other favorite pair of lips(as he said), and for once, you didn't mind the view. Clark was face down, ass up, and after his perfect face was his perfect ass sticking in the air. His blue eyes looked into yours, and you felt his tongue lick you, so slowly and sensually, like a feather touching your skin.

"More, Clark! This isn't enough." You say as you cup your breasts, fondling them, trying to add more sensation.

"I just started, pet. Believe me, I will have my way with you. I will corput you." Clark stated as he started his work. Licking up your folds, tracing each curve, fold and dip you had to offer. All of his tongue work leading to your clit, sucking with a harsh motion making you yelp and arch your back. Clark knew what he was doing to you, but you had no idea what you were doing to him. Sure, he was in pain as his cock was painfully hard and his balls heavy, needing to be emptied inside you, to breed you but for now, seeing you like this and that just being the start gave him some satisfaction. His fingers found your backside as they toyed with the rim making small circles on the entrance.

That feeling to you was different, your first time of him doing that and still being so gentle. The sensation started to bubble in you feeling a climax nearing extremely close.

"Clark, I am close. Stop."

At the word, Clark stops and looks concerned "Are you okay? Was I too rough? I know we didn't talk about anal-" You laugh at his words as you bring him up to you, kissing him passionately, telling him in the kiss that everything is perfect.

"What I mean by 'Stop.' was that I do not want to cum like this, but I want to cum together."

Clark looks at you and chuckles himself.

"You had me worried there, missy. But what you ask, you shall receive since you have been such a good girl."

"Yes."

Clark towers over you, his muscles shining from the overhead lighting and casting an intimidating shadow on your body.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir." You reply.

Your body tenses as you feel his cock tapping your clit, teasing you. His hips push forwards with a slow, agonizing pace, your walls making way for his massive length as he nestles deep inside you, finding the warmth and spark he wanted. Placing your hands on his shoulder, you let yourself relax and enjoy the moment. His hips moved back slow as ever, making you whine at the loss of his fullness. Clark chuckles darkly

"I knew you wanted me to fuck you. But today, I am not doing that." he says while looking deep into your soul "I am going to breed you." he proclaimed, slamming his hips into you, the sensation dilating itself to a maximum in a second. Taking a fast pace, you saw his eyes closed, focused on what he is feeling and giving you as his ears are filled with your moans and pornographic sounds filling the empty barn.

"I will make sure you are full of my cum. No matter how many times you will carry my child." he voiced, his hands keeping yours in a gentle touch while his hips proclaimed you.

Hearing his statement, you felt a fire stir in you. You and Clark talked about having kids and occasionally having baby fever but nothing so sure came from his mouth as of seconds ago.

"Yes! I want your babies, Clark!" you screamed out, giving him an inkling that you, too, wanted this life.

His hips continued to snap into yours as his fingers found your clit rubbing it, pressing just hard enough for you to be closer to your climax.

"Then if we want a baby...we need to cum together. What do you say, missy? Are you close? I can feel you squeeze me tighter and tighter."

At a loss for words, you shake your head up and down, shutting your eyes and feeling the inevitably snap in you as you came. Clark's pace slowed as he rutted into you, letting himself fall beside you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you inhumanly close.

"You really make me crazy. You know that, darling?" Clark said, kissing your neck, leaving a few hickeys in its wake. You watched him carefully pull out as he grabbed his overalls to clean you up. You pull away from him, saying "Those overalls are the reason we are in this position. Don't you dare ruin them."

Clark looks at them, confused "They are just overalls."

Standing up slowly, still feeling full, you say, "Those are the sexiest overalls I have ever seen."

With a naughty gleam, Clark throws the overalls over his shoulder " Then I will have to find another way to clean you up."

I have a audio file on farmer Clark in the making if you want to hear a snippet of it CLICK HERE.

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alien-magnolia · 7 months

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Tainted Love

Fic description: This is a dark fic. 18+ MINORS DNI. Dom!-coded Billy Loomis + hyperfeminine, sub-coded afab reader: they are married, committing crimes together <3 and having a wonderful domestic life <3 besides all the blood and murder. Smut/horror genre: kinks include service!, blood!, knifeplay!, ropes!, choking!, spanking!, free-use!, SERVICE, d/s mental dynamics, majorrrr daddy!kink, exhibitionism

If you like this post, pls engage, comment, reblog! It means so much to me, Ty <3 WC 2.7k

October 10, 1996.

The dark red, yellow, with tinges of brown leaves tumbled down the secluded suburban street. A tan cottage stood at the end of a cul-de-sac, yard neatly trimmed, wind chimes ringing on the porch where they hung. A dim light inside. A black van pulls into the driveway, scaring away a few neighboring birds. The door shuts — a young man enters the house.

——

You were just about finished with tonight’s dinner when your partner came back from college. You loved Billy dearly, and so you did almost everything for him. It was your dynamic — and he loved it as well. You served him, your Billy, your daddy.

How exactly did you get involved with a serial killer? Involved far enough to be an equal partner in his crimes? Involved enough to be so cautious and excellent at keeping first-degree murder a secret? Involved enough to live with him?

—-

It began last fall. A chilly November morning, fog rolling in on the campus. You walked in your pretty pink outfit, donning lace and frills, kitten heels, and butterfly hair clips. You were only nineteen. Young. Innocent. You were looking for your ‘Introduction to Early Modern Literature’ class, yet happened to wander over on the other, more secluded side of campus. You stumble over a rock on the sidewalk. You fall, beautiful rosy cheek now stained with a gash of bright, red blood.

Your hands, your knees, cut up from the bumpy pavement. You start crying. This was just too embarrassing!! With your social anxiety and shyness, you really hoped nobody had seen this. You did not like to be perceived by people — that is just how you were. You look around — not a soul to be seen.

Except for a man — lean, sitting on a brick bench, cigarette in hand. You couldn’t make out how he looked, yet fear overtook you as he started making his way over. You start to scramble up, hoping to run away from him, yet your bruises were just too intense for you to do so.

His deep voice asks you, “Hey, sweetheart, you okay? You nod. “Yeah jus’ a few scratches. Can’t see too well in the fog,” you sheepishly explain. “Hey, no worries. Here, I’ll help you up, yeah?” You oblige, taking his big calloused hands in yours as he helps you stand. You finally get a good look at him. God — he was handsome. More than handsome. Extremely, extremely, attractive. You got wet just by looking at his deep brown eyes and crooked smile looking down at you.

“Hey. Don’t be too shy, hun. Come. Want me to help you fix those bruises? There’s a bathroom right around the corner, he suggests. You nod silently, agreeing, following him to a door on the left.

He begins wiping your bruises with a wet towel, trying to stop the bleeding. His tongue pokes out of his mouth as he focuses. You see more of him now. He wears all black. Smells like cigarettes and a dusty old basement. “So what brings you to this part of campus?,” he asks, brown eyes focused on your bruises.

“Just got lost. Needed to find one class but couldn’t. Maybe I’ll skip today anyway…,” you trail off. “Aw. Today’s your first day huh?,” he coos at you, with a smile you just couldn’t figure out. “Um. Yes. I don’t really know the campus, so…,” you quietly answer him, afraid to look into his eyes. His voice, his face, it all made you thirst for him even more.

“I could tell. Hey. Maybe you should skip. Been looking for someone to hang out with,” he suggests, finishing up cleaning your bruises, putting a few bandaids on you. “I’m Billy, by the way.” You introduce yourself to him, a little smile forming on your face. You ended up skipping class that day, spending time with him in that secluded courtyard, smoking cigarettes, listening to The Smiths. You ended up fucking in the bathroom a few hours later. You knew that you were indubitably attracted — glued to him and everything that he was. Something did feel a little off about how he treated others — you did not care.

So it was.

——

~Present day ~

You hear the keys jingle in the doorway, heavy boots make their way towards the kitchen, where you were. You currently donned a short little black dress, fishnets, with nothing underneath. You were waiting for him.

“Hey, sweets. Looking good today,” he compliments you, as he takes your small hand in his, moving you closer to him, wrapping a hand around your waist. You giggle as he peppers your cheek with kisses. “Sweetie. Want’a ask you something,” he insists, quietly, yet confidently. Your big eyelashes blink as you wait for his question.

“Wanna play with me tonight?,” a sinister smile adorns his face, his brown eyes filled with a hint of malice, excitement. Your eyes match his. You loved playing with him, your sessions, where you gave over complete control of yourself, to him. You trusted him completely. He led, you followed.

You were his. His prey, his little girl, his accomplice. You were his, devoted completely, mind and body. The two of you even had matching tattoos: a forever symbol of your unique relationship.

“Yes, daddy. What first?” He chuckles lowly. “Glad you asked, princess. We’re going to the van.” You smile back at him, as he gives you a kiss, pulling you closer to him by your neck. You knew what to do, sticking your hands out, as he takes a rope from the nearby drawer.

The rope felt nice around your wrists, you liked to watch him tie it. You didn’t want your freedom when you played with him. “Daddy’s girl, all tied up, huh? Come sweets. Let’s go to the van,” he sneers at you in the best possible way, as he leads you outside. Still, he manages to grab a coat for you, alongside some knives. You suspected that both of you will be using those later.

“Before we leave our house, thought we might have a bit of fun in the van, what’dya say? I think it’ll be nice for my little girl, yeah?,” he croons at you, caressing your cheek, before gripping it harshly, brown eyes boring into yours.

You’re on your knees for him in his dingy van. His waffle knit white t-shirt feels nice on your bound hands, as you see him start to unbuckle his belt, dropping his jeans to the floor of the van. “Give daddy’s cock some love, hun,” you hear, and his strong arms work to push you down to the floor. You look up at him from your back, you see him towering over you, cock in his calloused hand, slowly rubbing it. He lowers his cock and balls onto your face, you love the feeling of his heavy ball sack on your chin. His cock was wide, not too long, yet wide, weeping, with three beautiful veins and a beauty mark <3

It was all red and ready for your wet throat. You took him eagerly, sucking so much pressure, you felt his silky smooth voice moan out in ecstasy. You keep sucking, swirling your tongue around the mushroom tip of his cockhead. He pulls a knife to the side of your cheek. You stop.

“Look what daddy’s got here hun. You don’t like this little toy, do you?,” he taunts. With that, he lowers the knife to your chest, where he makes a gentle cut on it. He liked to cut you with his knife. Another way to possess you, to mark you as HIS.

“Get up, sweets. Daddy’s gonna cum if you keep this shit up.” He chuckles, and helps you up, wiping that little cut he made with a towel. That same towel now goes in your mouth as a makeshift gag.

His hands tightly grip your hips, pushing you down onto the floor of the van again. Hips spread, gagged, hands still tied, you felt his finger swipe across your clit, down your labia, trailing over your wet, wet, pussy. Your hole was clenching around nothing!! He was going to fix that.

“Aww. Look at you , sweetie. Cheeks all rosy, ass up for me, ready to be bred,” he taunts. You only moan in response. “Does daddy’s little girl want to be bred, hmm? Like a little cow?” You moan in response, he tuts, and lifts your neck up gently. “What was that?,” voice low. Shit. You fucked up.

“Yes, daddy,” your voice is muffled through the gag. He smiles again, that dark smile of his. Sinister. Evil. Exactly what you wanted to see. Without warning, you feel him push into you. Wide, throbbing, filling that sweet spot exactly how you wanted. He went slow for just a little, relishing how good his little girl, his breeding cow, dumpster, was for him. Then he went fast. Too fast. You loved hearing the sound of his cock and balls slap against your ass, your squelching pussy <3

You feel so full of him, you saw stars as his wife cock drilled deeper and deeper into you. You felt him twitch inside, your favorite part!! “Take my cum, baby. Fuckin’ take it,” you hear him grunt, as his hands press your body down into a mating press, his stomach now on top of your back. He had you caged in, tied, gagged, absolutely abusing you on his wide cock. You were in heaven. You were his now, in this moment. The both of you came, and of course, he did not let you squeeze his cum out of you.

“Keep it in, hmm? Want our visitors to know that you’re daddy’s girl.” You nod and smile, making grabby hands at him once he unties your wrists, and takes the towel out of your mouth. He lifts you up into his lap, peppering your face with kisses, smiling up at you as you giggle.

He helps you get dressed, gently cooing at you as you show him the carpet burn you got from being on your knees for so long. He kisses it to make it better <3 and even puts on your white frilly socks for you, helping you with your little black kitten heels and your dress.

“Where to next, daddy?,” you giddily await his answer. “Now, we drive. To meet our special guests for tonight,” he replies, your smile now matching his level of sinister. The both of you were about to go have some fun, with some unconventional guests as well.

——-/

It was now almost midnight. After your play session in the van, you couldn’t wait to play in front of your guests!! The both of you listen to heavy metal as Billy speeds down an abandoned road, the rotting leaves blowing towards the sides from the van passing by on the road. He pulls his van up a few meters close to the woods, and parks.

“Coat, baby.” You nod, and he puts your black puffer on. He leads you to the backseat, where a black trunk with a lock is placed. He opens it. His mask. Ghostface. He puts it on his hip, putting on black clothes over his nice ones. He gives you gloves, and a knife. One for himself as well. Binoculars.

“Come, hun. This way.” You follow him up into a tree, where the both of you take turns with your binoculars. He takes out his block of a phone. How you loved the 90’s. He dials the number, telling you to watch their reaction in the windows. “Hi. What’s your favorite scary movie,” Billy's voice drawls out to his unsuspecting victims in the mansion that you were currently hiding outside of.

Billy continued to harass them on the phone, beckoning you down the tree quietly, and closer and closer to the person’s backyard. Billy stays on the phone, pointing at you to stay put, and opens the window on the first floor. You wait outside, as he slips on in.

You knew what to do. You’d wait for his signal, then follow him in. Then, came your favorite part: where Billy shows you off to his victims <3

You see his hand signal through the window. You step on inside, and see the couple tied to each other, this time with metal chains. Billy is wearing his mask. “Just in time for the show, sweetheart. Kneel.”

You do as said, loving the absolutely sadistic smile on his face right now. He puts on your leash ( only for when in front of un-consenting others) and has to crawl to sit at his knees. “You see here, my two pretties, you two are going to watch me fuck my little princess here. After that, I’ll decide if you get to live,” he chuckles in absolute glee.

“By the way, if you two decide to make a sound, or go at my little girl here, I’ll stab ya. Sounds good? My, my, what a perfect, scary movie,” he narrates to himself, to you, to the two victims, who looked like they were about to mentally lose it. <3

He skips with the foreplay, the blowjob, the fingering. He gets right to it. He wants his victims to see his pretty girl, on his own terms. He roughly pushes you down onto the floor, strong hands positioning your hips in place, giving your ass a few harsh spanks <3 you hear the belt buckle slip, and soon enough, you can feel the warmth of his already hard cock near your puffy pussy.

Your eyes are drawn to the couple. You loved being shown off, being watched. They did not want to watch you. But that is okay. Billy is going to make them. :)

They watch in horror as he starts rutting into you like a beast, bloody knife that he used on one of the victims nearing your neck, staying there. The knife soon drops, he gives it to you to hold as he starts losing control. You were too, feeling so full of him, getting an extra serving of his cum :) was your favorite thing to do.

You smiled as the couple looked on in horror. Billy pulled out just the last second before, and came all over your face. “Look so pretty with my cum all over your face, sweet girl. Clean it up f’me, yeah?” You nod.

After you wipe it off, Billy steps back in front of the two victims. “See how nicely I treat my girl? I’m her daddy, after all. Just wanted to show her to you. She’s mine, forever will be. What a nice show the two of you got,” he chuckles, before stabbing one of them, the screams could be heard from down the block.

Billy finished off the other one, not before giving her a good slap and punch. <3 The pool of blood covers the entire kitchen tiling, making it seem red everywhere. It’s on your shoes, on Billy’s. He takes his mask off, and picks you up in his arms.

“Did so good f’me today, sweet girl. So proud of you,” he praises you. “You did good too, Billy. I love how rough you are with them.” He smiles again, giving you a tender kiss. “Let’s leave, huh? Go back home, watch a scary movie?,” he asks. You nod, staying still in his arms as he carries you over the blood, and back out to the woods.

The two of you make it back to the van. They won’t catch you. As long as you’re together, everything was just fine.

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mariacrow · 9 months

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How about a (bayverse)transformers x reader that is from our universe? Like we somehow got into the movies which means we know everything, who dies,when they die, who to trust ect. so that would mean that we can save bots that are going to get killed yk?(jazz my baby🥺🥺) okay so if you have no clue how to write it, you dont have to!!!

I totally get you! It’s like an AU I have myself :) My brain simply CANNOT comprehend that they’re dead. What if, to add a little more spice, we’re actually a Witwicky or better yet Sam’s sibling! I’ll leave that to your imagination ;) and I know exactly how to write this piece ;)

AU where Jazz, Ironhide and Ratchet are saved by Y/N!

2nd person

female reader

takes place in Transformers (2007)

takes place in Transformers: Dark of the Moon (2011)

takes place in Transformers: Age of Extinction (2014)

battle, injuries, reassurance, swearing, flirting…

JAZZ lives!

“YOU WANT A PIECE OF ME!? YOU WANT A PIECE!?” blasting Megatron’s legs, Jazz was angrily shouting while you were watching, standing on top the same building Megatron was on along with Jazz in his claws.

“No! I want two!” Megatron yelled angrily.

“Hey! Hey big guy! Megs!” you yelled as loudly as you could so Megatron could hear you. Your plan was to distract him. “Megatron!!!”

Just when he was about to rip Jazz in two pieces, he turned around because he heard you. Jazz took that opportunity immediately and blasted him in the face. Megatron groaned in pain and irritation as his grip on Jazz went loose.

“You ain’t that smart after all, you pile of rust!” Jazz mocked him as he got out of his grasp and jumped towards you.

Megatron quickly turned around and aimed at you both while groaning in indescribable anger. Jazz grabbed you and jumped off the building while Megatron was trying to blast you both.

“Hold on tight, baby girl!” not the best time for flirting.

Jazz transformed into his BMW and secured you in the driver’s seat with a seatbelt, driving down the building, vertically.

“WOOOAH! JAZZ WATCH OOOUT!”

Inching from the ground, he partially transformed to safely push himself onto the ground. He did scratch his bumper though.

“Aw man! Not the bumper!”

He was speeding through the streets, drifting and sliding like the pro he is. You could barely comprehend what just happened.

“Quite of a bumpy ride, huh~?” he said kinda seductively.

“Jazz, you’re insane.” you said, chuckling.

“You saved my life out there, kid, you know that?”

“Hey, what are friends for?”

“Yeah.” he chuckled, “ “Friends~” “

🩶

IRONHIDE lives!

“For the sake of our survival, a deal had to be made… With Megatron.” Sentinel said as he repeated his gun.

Your eyes widened. Your heart skipped a beat as a heavy wave of adrenaline struck your body. The gun you were holding felt heavier than ever.

“IRONHIDE, WATCH OUT!!!” you shouted and started shooting at Sentinel’s face, aiming for his optics. You made him groan as his aim on Ironhide became wonky.

Ironhide turned around in time and got his weapons out. Sentinel managed to blast his arm off. It made Ironhide groan and lose balance, falling onto his knee as he was trying to shoot Sentinel with his other arm but the pain was keeping him away from being precise.

“NOOO!” you panicked because of Ironhide, seeing he’s badly injured.

“TRAITOROUS PUNK!” Ironhide cussed.

“GET BACK!!!” Lennox yelled.

Bumblebee reacted quickly, the fight was on. Sentinel managed to blast the base, sparkles and heat were all over the place, you could barely see anything. The sharp pieces of metal were flying everywhere which got you injured. Your arm was badly hurt which made you drop your gun and yelp.

Suddenly you could feel a huge, strong metal hand grab you and pull you back. Clinking of Ironhide’s transformation surrounded you and you soon found yourself inside of the black RAM.

He floored it along with Bee. You could hear him groan. His turning was wonky, he was barely driving.

“We need to find Ratchet, ASAP!”

“I don’t need no medic!” you could hear pain in his voice.

“Ironhide, it is not the time for your stubbornness! Please! That grandpa blasted your whole arm off!”

He angrily drifted into an alley and transformed back. You flew out and hit the ground as he slid down the wall, sitting down, holding his leaking shoulder.

You bravely got up and climbed on his leg, taking a better look at him.

“Ironhide, please…” you looked at him with pleading eyes, “This is serious and I don’t know how to fix it…”

Seeing you almost cry because of him made his spark ache. The fact you worry so much about him made it even harder for him to suppress his feelings…

“Fine… Call Ratchet…” he huffed, his ego kinda hurting.

And so you did. He was on his way. You were praying he arrives safely.

Ironhide picked you up and placed you on his other shoulder, gently keeping his servo around you. You smiled and leaned against his helm, giving him a hug. Funny how you both got your left arms injured. Twins!!!

“It’s gonna be alright… I promise…”

“Well I ain’t dying yet.” he chuckled through the pain, “I didn’t even get to take you out.”

He made you chuckle, “Well then. What are you doing tomorrow?”

You both had a good laugh as Ratchet’s sirens were approaching.

Ironhide was saved.

🩶

RATCHET lives!

Ratchet and you were hiding on that abandoned boat for a long time. It was quite difficult for survival but you had him and he had you. He has great survival skills, he taught you a lot.

The night they went hunting for you both almost meant the end. Thankfully you were there with him to react on time. You weren’t sleeping, you were guarding the hiding spot.

It was a peaceful night with a clear sky. You furrowed you eyebrows once the silence was ruined by helicopters in the distance. They were getting closer, you saw them as well as bunch of cars on the dirt road. Your eyes widened as you ran to Ratchet.

“Ratchet! Ratchet, wake up! We need to go, now! They’re coming for us!!”

“Are you sure, Y/N?”

“Yes! I saw them in the distance! Come on, hurry!” you said while quickly packing everything you had, picking up your bag and running out with him. He had a bad feeling about this but he trusted you nonetheless.

The boat got blasted from far away, you didn’t even see who did it. All you knew is that it made you jump off the boat. Ratchet grabbed you mid air and transformed into the ambulance vehicle. You found yourself tumbling inside as he got onto the ground and floored it.

Someone kept blasting you from far away. It was Lockdown tracking you but you had no clue.

“Someone is tracking us! We need to lose them!”

“I know where to go. I suggest you hold on tight! Safety first!” he’s so wholesome.

Suddenly, Ratchet’s tire got blasted. Both of you almost went flying.

“Primus!” Ratchet exclaimed and groaned.

“WOAH!” you bounced inside, securing yourself with a seatbelt, “Your tire is gone!”

Nevertheless, he kept driving with no back tire. You kept being chased by enormously strong blasts until you lost whoever was trying to kill you.

“Whatever was trying to kill us… it isn’t human. I don’t think we have such artillery… and it wasn’t coming from the sky for sure.”

“Humans have made an alliance with the Deceptacons. They won’t stop until they butcher us all!” he said with emotional pain in his voice while driving deep into the countryside, going for an abandoned junkyard.

You sat there, resting. Ratchet seemed hopeless until he spoke.

“Optimus will come back. I know he will. All of this isn’t for nothing…”

You looked up at him and smiled, standing up.

“I’ll go find a spare tire.”

You made him smile, “Thank you. You’re a sweetheart…”

That night you saved the medic’s life without even knowing how butchered he could’ve been by Savoy, Lockdown and KSI…

Dividers belong to @saradika 🩶

#transformers #autobots #deceptacons #transformers bayverse #ironhide #ratchet #jazz #transformers ratchet #transformers jazz #transformers ironhide #bayverse ratchet #bayverse ironhide #transformers x reader #x reader #ironhide x reader #ratchet x reader #alternative universe #transformers fanfiction #x y/n

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thelonelyempath · 1 year

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Smut Prompts V (NSFW)

18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

1. "You know no one else can make your pussy/cock feel this good."

2. "I'm bored and horny. Let's do something about it."

3. "That's some sexy underwear, babe. It would look even sexier in a pile on the floor."

4. "Show me how you pleasure yourself."

5. "If you don't turn off that stupid video game and have sex with me, I'm gonna masturbate right here."

6. "It's...really distracting when you do that."

7. "Keep the noise down, baby. Someone's gonna walk in while I have my dick in you/you have your dick in me."

8. "I wanna see how wet/hard I can make you before I fuck you."

9. "God you feel good!"

10. "Damn, you look good on your knees."

11. "Would you rather we do this with our without a condom?"

12. "Just let me know if it hurts."

13. "I'm feeling kinda lazy. How about you top and I bottom?"

14. "Ooh, you know I like a challenge."

15. "Your clothes look uncomfortable. Perhaps you should take them off.

16. "Leave the lights on. I like seeing you."

17. "You make me so fucking hard/wet, baby."

18. "Oh, what's this? Couldn't wait for me to get back so you started touching yourself, huh?"

19. "Is there anything you can't do with that tongue of yours?"

20. "I'm not gonna let you cum no matter how much you want it."

21. "You look good with my cum all over your face."

22. "When we get home, I'm gonna tear your clothes off and pound your pussy/ass so hard you can't see straight."

23. "You should see the throbbing boner I have right now."

24. "I wanna fuck you in front of a mirror so you can see how good you take it."

25. "I've imagined what you look like naked several times. I wasn't expecting you to be this hot."

26. "I know you like this, baby. I know this will make you cum."

27. "Does it feel good when I touch you like this?"

28. "You talk too much. Maybe I should put my dick in your mouth so you'll shut up."

29. "The face you make when you cum is hot."

30. "I hope you don't have anything important going on tomorrow because you won't be able to walk."

31. "I'm not done with you. Get back here."

32. "You want to cum? Have you earned it?"

33. "Aw, you're out of breath. Was that too fast, baby?"

34. "Feel free to tell me to stop if it's too much."

35. "Our sex is getting kinda boring. We need to change things up."

36. "I can make your legs shake by just looking at you."

37. "It's so big. How the hell are we gonna make that thing fit?"

38. "Was your first time worth it?"

39. "Keep doing that. It feels good."

40. "Cum for me, baby."

41. "I'm gonna cum!"

42. "You always go cross-eyed when you're about to cum."

43. "I can't tell if you're trying to turn me on right now, but whatever you're doing is working."

44. "I just want to know who gave you the right to be this fucking sexy."

45. "Hold onto something, babe. It's gonna be a bumpy ride."

#smut #otp smut #otp smut prompts #smut prompts #writing prompts #story prompts #prompts

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cowgurrrl · 10 months

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cardigan

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader

Author’s note: *gasp* a stand alone drabble

Summary: “You can have my heart if you have the stomach to take it.” - Yves Olade, from Bloodsport; “When rome falls” aka you and Joel talk about scars [1.6k]

Warnings: talks of Joel’s attempt, grief, talks of self-hatred, feeeellliiinnnggggsss, learning to live despite it all

"Tell me bout this one." He asks as he traces over the jagged scar on your bicep. It always started with one, and then, before you knew it, you were mapping out each other's bodies like cartographers with sacred valleys and mountains never seen by another. You laugh and move your hair out of your face to see Joel better. He looks gorgeous in the calming orangish light of your room, his eyes bright and his muscles relaxed.

"I got into a fight with a tree branch and lost," you say, and he laughs, burying his head into your neck to hide the sound. You smile and shove at his shoulder. "I don't know why you're laughing at me. It was very scary."

"'M sure it was."

"Alright, asshole," you say as you grab his hand and trace the scar littering the space between where his thumb and pointer finger connect. It's long and silver and barely noticeable, but it looks like it would've hurt when it happened. "How'd you get this one?"

"Workin' my first job."

"What was your first job?"

"Mechanic."

"Your first job ever was being a mechanic?" You ask, and he nods like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "How old were you?"

"Sixteen. Maybe seventeen." He says. You try to imagine a much younger Joel with softer features and darker hair. That little creature of habit probably wore the same things he wears now, but with more Texas paraphernalia. Cowboy boots and a hat. Maybe even one of those absurdly large belt buckles. Just the thought of a skinny, sixteen-year-old Joel wearing a huge belt buckle makes you laugh.

"I bet you had all the cute girls coming in to get their car fixed, huh?"

"Somethin' like that." He smirks, and you roll your eyes.

"So, how'd you get the scar?"

"I cut it tryna fix an engine in an old car. It barely ran as is, and my boss wanted me to just gut the whole thing, but my dumbass wanted to see if I could fix it, and I cut my hand open on something. I still don't know what. Got blood all over the shop and had to get one of the guys to drive me to the hospital," he raises his right hand and traces the scar. "Ten stitches all through here, but other than that, everything was fine. Scared the shit outta my mama, though."

"D'you ever figure out what was wrong with the engine?"

"Nope. Boss replaced it before I could come back."

"Bummer." You say, and Joel hums, reaching up to feel for the thin scar on your neck. His fingertips are warm and gentle as he traces the bumpy skin like braille. Like he could know every piece of you through touch alone.

"Another fight with a tree branch?" He asks, and you chuckle.

"A fight with a pissed-off client. Held a knife to my neck because I didn't give him his usual supply."

"And is he still with us?"

"You're cute," you say as you brush some hair from his face. You try to smooth it down so it doesn't look as crazy, but your fingers catch on the scar on the right side of his head. You pause and let yourself memorize the feeling of the raised skin. It's long and rough as it peeks out of his hairline. He must've needed a lot of stitches if it's still so prominent all these years later. His breaths get shallow, and his eyes search your face. "Can I ask about this one?"

He takes a deep breath and nods. Wordlessly, he grabs your hand from the side of his head and kisses your fingertips. He traces circles into the back of your hand and stares at the ceiling. You watch his face change ever so subtly as he thinks, a quick pursing of his lips or a muscle in his jaw jumping when he glosses over the memories. You're convinced no one else in the world can read him like you can. You're a little smug about it, but you'd never tell him that. God forbid he try to school his microexpressions too.

"It happened the day after Sarah died." He starts, and your heart sinks. He swallows thickly and shakes his head. "I didn't care anymore. She was gone, and there was nothin' I could do to bring her back, but I thought... I don't know. I thought I could make the pain stop. So, I tried," he mimes pointing a gun at his head. "But I flinched. Still don't understand why. Tommy hauled me off to a FEDRA medical tent, and they patched me up. Scared him half to death findin' me like that." Your eyes flutter shut at the image of a frantic Tommy trying to get Joel medical help, both choking on their grief as they stumbled through. Joel always told you how much he worried about Tommy and made sacrifices for him. You wonder how many nights Tommy stayed up and watched Joel sleep so he wouldn't reach for his firearm again. You wonder how much pain they were in and never talked about it. When your eyes open again, Joel stares at the scar on your neck to avoid your gaze. You reach out to trace the shell of his right ear.

"That's why you're deaf in that ear." It was meant to be a question, but it comes out as a breathless realization, and he nods.

"It's why I'm deaf in that ear." He mumbles. You look at the scar with a new understanding and sadness. Your fingertips graze the rigid skin again, and his eyes fill with tears. He's waiting for you to flinch and pull away. He's waiting for you to ask him to never talk about this again. He's waiting for you to get angry at the past like he is. In slow, precise movements, you sit up until you're half on top of him, your eyes heavy with emotion. Then, so slowly he thought he dreamt it, you lean down and kiss the thing he hates the most about himself.

You linger for a few seconds like you're trying to repair the skin with your touch alone before moving to kiss the ear he's deemed useless. You kiss his forehead, nose, cheeks, and jaw, catching his tears as they fall. He holds you close and tries to bury his face in your neck to hide from the love he doesn't think he deserves. You put your hands on his cheeks to keep him in place and stare down at him.

"I'm so fucking happy you flinched." You whisper, struggling to keep your voice steady at the thought of him being gone before you could meet him. Then, you obliterate his world. "I'm so happy you're alive." You say.

In all his years on this earth, nobody has ever told Joel Miller they were happy he was alive. He doesn't know how to react. He just catches your lips and tries to press the words he can't find the strength to voice into you. I'm sorry. I won't do it again. It's okay if you can't love me like this, but Jesus fucking Christ, I hope you can try. I won't be weak anymore. You make me want to live. Nobody's been able to do that in a long time. Please forgive me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You let him flip your positions and hover over you, tears still falling down his cheeks as he kisses you.

Rays of early morning sunshine filter through the dusty window and cast shadows across the room. You both have to get up for work soon. You know what'll happen if you don't go, but you also want to get lost in the cartography of Joel. It's okay, you think. We have the rest of our lives. You rest your forehead against his, and he takes a shaky breath, thoughts crackling loudly in the quiet room. You grab his chin and turn his head so you can kiss the scar one more time before forcing him to look at you.

With determination and longing in your eyes, you say, "Stay with me." And you both know you're not just talking about the crisp October morning. Like so much of your lives, intention slips between the cracks for the other to pick up and examine like a long lost earring you find and wonder, "Where have you been this whole time?" He kisses you again, feeling his eyes prick with water before nodding.

"Okay," he says. "I'll stay with you if you stay with me."

"I'm not going anywhere, Miller."

"Good." He smiles.

The grief will never go away. It will never be fair that Sarah died that night. You can never go back to the people you were before that day. But you can do this. You can find ways to live not despite the pain but because of it. Because he loved Sarah. Because you were kind and empathetic before Cordecyps wiped that from memory. Because grief is a conglomeration of memories so jumbled together you can't tell them apart anymore, but you can still feel the love left behind. So, you'll continue to kiss the tears away and soothe the nightmares and stitch the wounds that will heal over into nasty scars with nastier stories. You'll endure as long as you can have more mornings like this.

And little by little, step by step, you'll learn how to do more than survive with him. You'll learn to stop waiting for the darkness to find you. You'll learn to be kind again, and he'll learn to forgive himself. Together, you'll make something whole and beautiful and worthy from your pile of broken pieces. It can't change the past, but goddammit, if it doesn't make the future look pretty good.

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sluttywoozi · 1 year

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Hii, you wanted to know my bias line for the seventeen reaction sitting on their lap on a bumpy ride. My bias line is jun joshua mjnghao jeonghan. Thank you for answering!!!

Jeonghan sits smugly in the backseat, you resting on his lap and his mind wandering further from the conversation with every bounce of the car. He'd known how bumpy this way would be, insisted on taking this route and volunteered to sit in the back, just for this. Just to get to feel you squirm on his thighs as his half-hard cock digs into you. You've been teasing him too much lately: brushing up against him when no one's looking, running your fingers over the line of his shoulder and down to trace the lines in his palm, dragging him onto the into the crowd at a bar under the guise of a friendly dance only to turn and grind your perfect ass into his hips. This is his revenge and your punishment, and if it's just as much of a hardship for him as it is for you, well, he's the only one who needs to know that.

Joshua struggles to keep his hands to himself, fighting down the heat rising up in his throat and trying to ignore the heat of you in his lap, as the car bounces over yet another pothole. He doesn't know why he'd been paired up with you, but he can't help but be glad for it. You're not dating but Joshua has had his eye on you for months, was just trying to figure out how to ask you out when this impromptu roadtrip came up. He can't imagine how jealous he'd feel if someone else got to feel you like this, though he hopes you're not uncomfortable. You jostle in his lap again and Joshua can't stop his hands from flying to your hips to stabilize you, coincidentally pulling you harder into his hips and into the hardness he didn't even notice forming. He freezes, but when you grind down into him, just a little, he realizes you'd been the one to suggest you sit on his lap. Huh.

Jun looks out the window, his head tilted back to keep your hair out of his face and his hand resting on your hip to help keep you in place. The road is really bumpy, and Jun feels bad that you're stuck sitting in his lap without even a seatbelt to keep you from being jostled. He'd asked earlier if it was okay for him to touch you, and you'd said yes but he still doesn't want to take any liberties. Each bump makes it just a little bit harder, and unfortunately, Jun means that literally. His face flames, knowing there's no way you don't feel his dick starting to press into you. He really hopes you just think it's his zipper or something, but he's not sure you're that naive. He winces, feeling you bounce again in his lap and trying to keep the groan in, though he can't stop his fingers from clenching at your hip. It's going to be a long ride.

Minghao breaths in deeply, holds for 6, 7, 8 seconds, and breathes out, aiming his face away from the back of your head as he exhales. He doesn't want you to know he's doing his deep breathing exercises, doesn't want you to know he's affected by this, by you, at all. It's only been twenty minutes, but time feels meaningless, endless, as you bounce in his lap. Minghao isn't sure why you'd had to sit on his lap, but he's feeling some bad energy towards whoever made the decision. They all know he has a crush on you, it could have been any one of them, except for Jun, who would never wrong him. He would meditate, if he could, but the heat and weight of you are too distracting and he just knows his mind would wander to unsafe territories. He can't afford to let that happen, not now, when it's taking everything in him to remain calm and, well, not hard. There should only be fifteen more minutes and he thinks he can make it, just as long as you don't move at all or breathe or talk or laugh. Shit.

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abibliophobiaa · 6 months

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a little blurb about babys first halloween? from daylight?

baby blurb from the ‘daylight’ universe, wherein one night stand on halloween changes everything.

dad!eddie munson x mom!reader

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“I can’t believe you made our baby dress up as a rat,” you grumbled, adjusting the little hood on your daughter’s more-mouse-than-rat costume. A gummy smile greeted you, something she’d only recently started doing. “Eddie, are you almost ready? Chrissy and Steve will be here with Melody soon.”

“One second, trying to recreate the magic of the night we met, you know? Needs to be perfect.” He thundered down the hall to where you stood in the kitchen, Elena curled into your side. “Minus the making of party favor number two, obviously.”

“Party favor number one needs to be sleeping through the night and walking before I even consider it,” you teased, grinning into a kiss as your “Westley” leaned down to press a lingering kiss to your lips.

“We had to stay on theme,” he argued, in reference to the baby rat/mouse on your hip. “And she’s the cutest little ROUS I ever did see. Isn’t that right, Elena?”

Her reply was a coo, and you watched as Eddie’s heart melted all over again for his little girl. Smitten, he was absolutely smitten with her and didn’t care who knew it. His hands reached out to curl beneath her arms, drawing her up and out of your hold and into his, where she immediately tucked herself into like it was her favorite place in the world to be.

You understood completely — the cradle of Eddie’s arms, the feel of his chest beneath you at night everything you could have ever dreamed of.

She was your daughter, after all.

And had her father wrapped around her tiny little finger from the moment she entered the world.

“Although…” you trailed off, eyes roaming over Eddie’s form in the same costume he wore the night you met him. That mask tied around his head, the tight pants hugging his thighs, the tunic tucked into them, the leather boots and gloves. Heat simmered in your belly, and lower, the burning behind your eyes making Eddie’s jaw tick.

“There are young eyes and ears here,” Eddie warned, leather gloved hand curling around your waist to tug you in close, “need I remind you?”

He paused, kissing his daughter’s still semi-wobbly head as she shifted against him, nearly thumping against his cheek. “Later, sweetheart. You know how much I liked seeing that dress on the floor last time.”

He winked, and heat flooded your chest and cheeks, heart thrumming at the mere notion, disrupted by the insistent knocking at the front door.

——

Halloween looked a lot differently this year, you realized, walking beside Eddie as he pushed the baby’s stroller along the bumpy Hawkins streets.

Instead of parties with blaring music, you paused to give Elena a bottle while Steve and Chrissy helped Melody hobble up to house after house, coming back squealing every time with her spoils of trick-or-treating.

Instead of sipping drinks at a table with Eddie as he danced his way into your heart, he leaned over to draw you in for a kiss, clutched your hand in his, whispered he loved you every chance he got.

Different, and yet perfect, your heart light as Elena babbled from within her stroller, grinning up at her dad as Chrissy and Steve skipped back over as a little trio, the three of them dressed as Woody, Bo Peep, with Melody in a makeshift Slinky dog costume.

“‘Lena!” Melody squealed, practically climbing up Eddie’s thigh in order to look over at her tiniest best friend.

Eddie grunted, hoisting the little girl up onto his hip, blowing a raspberry into her cheek when she leaned down to hand a rattle toy to the currently cooing little one.

“Melody, ask Uncle Eddie please,” Chrissy admonished, pinching her brow. “Poor Uncle Eddie is going to run out of arms soon.”

“Huh?” you asked, pulling your eyes away from the very attractive sight of the man you loved with one (now bared, since he got warm) tattooed arm curled around your daughter’s stroller, and the other filled by a toddler.

Steve grinned. “In about seven months soon.”

“No way!” you shrieked, arms curling tight around Chrissy’s neck, wide smile pressed into her neck.

“Congratulations,” Eddie said, clapping his best friend on the shoulder.

So, yes — Halloween looked quite different this year. But different could also mean perfect, and standing there on that busy sidewalk, with your best friends, and the two loves of your life, you realized it was just that.

And later, after Elena had gone to sleep down the hall, Eddie made good on his promises to reenact the night you met — your dress discarded at the edge of the bed, where it remained as he showed you over and over and over again just how much he liked it.

——

#lunaloveseddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #dad!eddie munson #dad!eddie munson x mom!reader

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kazumist · 7 months

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EPISODE 5 ♡ EMERGENCY CONTACT

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL — A SCARAMOUCHE SMAU

masterlist / prev ep / next ep / timestamp doesn't matter

kunikuzushi got up from his seat immediately. luckily, the professor for this class hasn't arrived so attendance isn't noted yet. leaning towards the guy next to him, venti, kunikuzushi asked him a favor. "can you tell our prof that i suddenly got diarrhea? i need to run an errand real quick."

venti, although confused as to the sudden favor, still agreed, and kunikuzushi swiftly made his way to the clinic. it didn't matter to him if he accidentally bumped into others; what matters for him is getting you as fast as possible.

as soon as he arrived, he knocked first before going in. "good afternoon, where are they?" he asks the clinic nurse, trying to catch his breath. she then led kunikuzushi to the bed you were resting in and informed him that you fainted due to a lack of sleep and meals.

"(name), get up," he says in a soft voice—a voice that he only used for you.

"nini?" you replied, your eyes still half-closed and your body slightly turned in his direction.

it was a pang to his chest, but he paid it no mind because he had to get you home. "let's go home, hm? you're burning up here," he says, gently pressing his palm against your forehead and smoothly sweeping some strands of hair out of your face.

"i can't walk; my whole body hurts." you covered your head with the pillow you were lying on. kunikuzushi softly sighs at you. you never really changed after everything, huh?

"come on, i'll give you a piggyback ride, just like the old times."

with you on his back, kunikuzushi made his way to the parking lot, where his car was. but as he was carrying you there, he heard you slightly mumble something.

"nini? don't leave me."

he sighs again and whispers. "you were the one who left me, dummy."

it's been a few minutes since he started the drive to your place. you peacefully slept on the passenger seat when you suddenly got woken up by a bumpy road.

"kuni?" you say, rubbing your eyes a bit.

"hmm? oh, you're awake." kunikuzushi glances at you for a quick moment before he focuses back on the road. "before you ask, i'm taking you home because you got sick."

oh. there was a slight disappointment when you heard him. "can we go to your place instead? your bed is... softer."

kunikuzushi knows he can't say no to you—maybe that's why he couldn't bring himself to disagree with you when you wanted to break up back then.

"fine," he sighs.

"don't you have class today?" you asked him.

"that doesn't matter anymore."

"huh? yes, it does. we're literally exes, so why are you like this?"

"it doesn't matter if you've broken up with me; that doesn't change the fact that i still care for you." tension filled the air as he said those words.

just because we're exes doesn't mean i don't give a fuck about you.

"thank you." you breathed out.

"you should continue resting. we're still gonna drop by a pharmacy." kunikuzushi continues on driving. "i'll argue with you again when you're feeling better," he chuckled.

before you could even realize it, you eventually fell asleep again.

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444rockstargf · 9 months

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"i dont know why but i like it." | euronymous part 2 of "playing a dangerous game."

diet mountain dew - lana del rey

summary: pleasure torture with euronymous

p.s. this has nothing to do with the original oystein aarseth. this is rory's portrayal of the character.

sub!female!reader x dom!euronymous

contents: bdsm, degradation, praise, pain-kink, spanking, wax play, edging, overstimulation, squirting

so after ditching the party, you and euronymous were hand in hand, running down the street. he had told you that you were heading back to his place, but you didnt think he'd live in an apartment like a normal person would.

he opened the door to his room, letting you go in first. after he walked in, he locked the door behind him. and for some reason, it sent a shiver down your spine.

you stood still, holding your hands in front of you. you really hadnt thought about how this would go. you didnt know what people like him did when they had guests over, but you knew that it was gonna be a bumpy ride.

he started approaching you slowly, the sound of his black boots hitting the hardwood floor echoing thoughout the room. you started backing up a little as he approached you like a predator hunting its prey.

he got you back into the wall, exactly where he wanted you. he put a hand to your neck, keeping a firm but comfortable grip. "ive never seen a girl quite as pretty as you... but you'd be a lot prettier if you were tied up, tears running down your face as i used you for my own pleasure, dont you think?" you froze a little as you heard this.

"w-w... what... what do you mean..?" you stammered, immediately wishing you didnt ask when you saw the toxic smile creep up on his face. "im glad you asked, doll." and with that, he dragged you to his bedroom, closing the door behind him.

he pushed you onto his bed as he grabbed his lighter and lit a few candles around the room. you looked up to see what he was doing. he walked over to you, standing right over you. he pulled you up so you were face to face with him. his eyes roamed down your body.

"such a nice dress. i'd be a shame if something happened to it, wouldnt it?" he grinned as the tore the chest area of the dress, exposing your tits and pierced nipples. you gasped as he did this, completely shocked. you didnt think things would escalate this quickly.

he chuckled softly as he saw the piercings. "huh, so youre a naughty little girl, hm? who wouldve guessed." he said as he tore off the rest of the dress, throwing the now useless piece of fabric to the side. you were left only in your little black thong.

he bit his lip a little as he sized you up. "on the bed, now." you obeyed him. you'd be lying if you said you werent excited to see how things would go tonight. "face down, ass up." he searched his drawer for a few things.

your face was in the pillow as you heard him rummaging through his things. after a moment, he came to you. "look up." he was standing beside you. you turned your head to see what he wanted you to see, and your eyes widened.

he had some rope, a ball gag, and a vibrator in one hand and a paddle in the other. "you seen any of these things before, doll?" he asked. you nodded your head, even though this was all new to you.

"good. then this will be a breeze." he climbed onto the bed and got behind you, unravelling the rope. he grabbed your arms and put them behind your back. he wrapped the rope around your wrists, tying it with a tight knot.

it felt a little strange to be restricted like this, but you didnt complain. he lifted up your head and put the ball gag on you, stopping you from making any noises. he grinned as he saw you like this. "perfect. now youre all ready for me."

you couldnt ask what he meant, but you quickly got the idea when he moved your thong to the side. he sighed as he saw you little pussy, just there waiting for him. his mind filled with fantasies of how he was going to destroy you tonight.

you felt the cold air of the room hit your pussy, making your breath hitch slightly. euronymous spat on it before massaging it in with his thumb. you whimpered quietly at the feeling of his touch.

you saw as euronymous picked up the paddle from the corner of your eye. before you could process this, he landed a hard slap right on your ass, making you scream out in pain. well, it would have been a scream if the gag wasnt there to suppress every sound that you made.

euronymous smiled as he saw the red mark stain your ass. he spanked you again, making you whimper even louder. your pussy started to ache for attention. with every spank, you found yourself enjoying this treatment more and more.

"such a good fucking whore for me..." euronymous whispered as he ceased the abuse on your ass, which was completely red by now. "now, if your a good little slut for me, you get a reward. but if you're naughty, then you get punished. understood?" you didnt know what he meant by punishment, so you didnt respond.

he picked up one of the lit candles and tipped it, pouring the hot melted wax all over your ass. you cried out as tears pricked at your eyes. that was what he meant by punishment. "i said, understood?" you nodded quickly, not wanting to get punished again.

he smiled before picking up the vibrator. you heard as he switched it on, becoming desperate for touch. you lifted your hips in the air a little more. he chuckled softly before pressing the vibrator against your aching clit.

you let out a loud, muffled moan, your cunt already leaking from this simple action. "you like that, hm?" he said softly. you nodded quickly, not wanting to anger him.

he liked how this was starting out. he turned the vibrator up a few notches, making you scream out. your hips started rolling against the toy, your liquids making the perfect lubricant for the vibrator.

euronymous started to move the vibrator up and down your slit, sending shockwaves throughout your body. you started to tremble as you felt your orgasm nearing. he sensed this and turned it up even more.

you put your head into the bedsheets as your back arched into the toy. you were so close to reaching the perfect orgasm. just a few more seconds, and you'd be in heaven. but euronymous wasnt about to let that happen so easily.

your pussy started to throb as the vibrations took over your body. your hole clenched as it made way for your leg shaking orgasm. your moans came through the gag as your stomach started to knot. you bucked your hips against the toy as your orgasm was a second away from flooding through you.

but this was enough to tick him off, making him pull away the toy, earning you a hard and painful spank. you whimpered out in pain and disappointment from not being able to cum.

"what did i say about being a naughty girl?" he asked as he poured more candle wax onto you. tears streamed out of your eyes and fell down your face at the feeling of this excruciating pain.

"fucking whore. getting needy, hm? you want me to let you cum?" you nodded as tears fell down your face. he hit your ass with the paddle once more, making you whimper. "you'll only cum when i fucking say so."

he ran his index finger over your dripping wet cunt, going painfully slowly. you tried your very best to keep your composure. he saw how hard you were trying to keep him pleased, so he let you have your way and stuck two fingers into you, thrusting them in and out at a quick pace.

you started moaning through the gag, your pussy throbbing with the need to cum. he slammed his fingers into you at a brutally fast rate, making your insides tremble. your back arched more and more as your orgasm hit like a ton of bricks, you cumming all over his fingers.

he chuckled darkly. "little slut couldnt resist cumming all over my fingers. but im not done with you yet." he had no intention of stopping. he continued to finger you, despite your moans turning into cries and attempted pleas.

the louder you got, the more he wanted to drain every last drop of cum out of you. he picked up the vibrator, turning it on to the maximum setting before pressing it against your clit as he continued to finger you.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head, drool coming out from the sides of your mouth. you could feel your entire body heating up as you felt an unfamiliar sensation growing in your core.

you didnt know what was happening, you were unable to think at all from the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you, along with the vibrator making your body twitch.

this feeling in your core grew into something inhumane. your whole body trembled uncontrollably as you squirted all over his fingers and the toy. it was like a fountain coming out of you, it not stopping for a few moments.

euronymous laughed as you released your liquids all over him. "yeah... just like that, whore. such a good girl for me..." he'd say as he pulled his fingers out of you and turned off the vibrator.

you were still a shaky mess, trying to catch your breath as you were relapsing from that unearthly feeling. your pussy was still pumping as if his fingers were still inside of you.

euronymous untied the rope around your wrists and removed the gag from your mouth. he pulled you up so that he could take a good look at your face. your mascara was completely ruined, falling in black streams down your cheeks. your lipstick was smudged, and your hair was a mess.

he smiled as you were still catching your breath. "there. now youre absolutely perfect." he said before taking your hand and giving it a soft kiss.

author's note: first two-parter ive ever done, and I'm kind of liking it idk. i hope you all liked this one!

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #euronymous #lords of chaos #lana del rey

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ctheathy · 9 months

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Nine w/ Unintelligent yet emotionally clever!Darling

Nine x Reader

General+Fluff Headcanons

Short Concept

Author’s note: hello, my sweeties~! Right off the bat, I want to insanely apologise for taking so long with any of the requests that just so happen to still be in my inventory, motivation has been appearing and dying out a lot lately and it affects the quality of my writing a lot unfortunately. I promise I shall finish them up eventually though<3<3

Literally thought of this dynamic one night and it cracked me up so much, I just had to make a post about it lmfao.

Nine/Reader [Romantic Tendencies]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

Nine being a meanie •

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You two would likely have quite the bumpy relationship right off the start of your meeting. We all know Nine is rather quick to rage himself and has his little frustration streak to deal with, which shall unfortunately be dumped on you for the time being when you two are in one another’s presence. The fact that you fail to understand basic logic drives him absolutely mad. Don’t get him wrong, he knows he’s on a higher level of intelligence when it comes to the average mobian, but even common sense didn’t seem to get to you. He’d stick around you on purpose just in favour of sassing you and making sure you don’t walk right into danger.

At first he’d always make it very clear to you that he strongly dislikes your lack of intelligence, much as a muffled groan could be heard fromout his side whenever you managed to let out yet another “...huh?” as a sentence on the complexer side found itself into the conversation; which to him, had been basic common sense. He believes you’re absolutely going to be the death of him. Sarcastic remarks are a must and he’s continuously throwing bold comments left and right. ‘Let natural selection take its course’ as he would always say on an average afternoon. Though something you are aware of however, is that he wouldn’t dare to even think of letting you get hurt in the slightest.

As much due to you still being a sweet and caring soul, he’s automatically still going to grow a soft spot for you through one way or another. It’s going to happen over time, but he just needs to grow accustomed to the fact you don’t understand things as easily. He would still let out a small sigh whenever something very logical isn’t understood by you, but this time he’d instead go out of his way to calmly explain the said misunderstanding for your sake. You have to start somewhere, right? And he wouldn’t want anybody but himself to take that position in your life either, not taking no as an answer for certain.

Though the sassy remarks and commentary shall genuinely die down after the realisation sets in that you’re actually trying when gathering the said information. It may be having trouble with memory cases, lacking knowledge on vocabulary, or something else entirely; but he tries his hardest to see things from your perspective, as he suddenly despises himself for the fact that he’s ridiculed you for it during past events. But as you still lack the average knowledge, it’s very much possible he would get ever more overprotective than he would before. Mainly due to him not trusting you to be able to protect yourself under these circumstances.

I would believe your emotional intelligence would come in the picture as soon as he tells you about his past trauma and current distrust with other beings. In all honesty, he just wanted to vent out his emotions a little. But it didn’t take long for him to realise that instead of giving him a confused stare, you went out of your way to comfort him to immense levels, even noticeably making rude remarks towards those who harassed him in the past. You’d explain your personal thinking on the situation and how he absolutely never deserved any of the torment he faced. Now it had been him who was currently giving you a visibly distraught expression, mainly as it actually caught him off guard by how well thought through your wording seemed to be on the spot. Were you even the same person? And this is what would only be the mere start of him completely opening up to you.

I believe this would be the one change that makes all the difference. You have the capability of understanding him and the things he went through. Instead of misinterpreting it, you almost seem to read him like an open book. Making it close to impossible for him to hide his current emotions to you. This new side of you makes him feel guilty in a way, as you’ve been mistaken as unintelligent and foolish by those around you for God knows how long. You weren’t dumb, you just held higher knowledge over the topics that were never spoken about. And to him, that just makes you extra special and mature in your own way

And those who continue to harass you for your quote on quote ‘dense’ demeanour? Well, let’s just say they’ll be the first to find out the actual damage a nine-tailed fox can provoke torwards those who encourage the more ... Hostile thinking in the back of his head. If anything, I can even see him getting defensive when the smallest and most innocent intended comments get thrown your way. I can literally smell Sonic’s harmless remark from a mile away and Nine’s already ready to kill the boy. He would truly put everything aside to ensure that you’re both safe and satisfied, even if this includes having to throw hands for the sake of your defense.

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#sonic prime #miles nine prower #tails nine #nine x reader #sonic the hedgehog x reader #sonic x reader #sonic prime x reader #sonic prime nine #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #nine the fox #nine tails

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saetoru · 1 year

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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。SCARS — VASH THE STAMPEDE.

「 SYNOPSIS 」 ⋮ you wonder how vash smiles so easily with all his scars, and he shows you (.7k words)

☽ contents ⋮ just fluff for my lil wonder boy :(, mentions of scars

☽ notes ⋮ i tried my best to characterize him im on episode 5 okay :,)

vash has scars.

you expect as much with the way he lives, just not to the extent that’s before you. he stares at you blankly for a moment as you walk through the door before blushing, the soft, red flush bleeding from his cheeks to the tips of his ears as he scrambles to hold his shirt to cover his chest.

vash has scars—and much like they did his skin, they slash at your heart.

some run long and deep, from his shoulder blade down to the middle of his back. it makes you think about all the times he turns his back blindly to people, hoping, trusting he won’t be betrayed. who could ever slash someone like vash across the back, you wonder, with his guard down and his heart out in the open.

some are small, like tiny bullet holes that heal to form uneven skin, a testament to the way he’s so selfless. you can almost envision him jumping in front of someone, blocking the bullet just seconds before they penetrate skin. because that’s who vash is—he’ll bleed to put out the fire for others in this dry, cruel desert.

even for those that start the flames to burn him down.

distantly, you think maybe you should leave. you should cover your eyes and apologize for intruding and walk out, but you can’t. not when the most vulnerable part of him is right here in front of you. it almost feels like to ignore it is to ignore vash, to ignore his kindness, his sacrifice, his pain and the cruelty he so casually suffers.

vash doesn’t deserve to cry—nor does he deserve to bleed, so you reach out tenderly, slowly, finding the scar that sits over the left side of his chest, letting your palm soothe over the bumpy skin as if it’s still bleeding, as if your touch alone can stanch the flow of blood.

maybe it can—maybe it does with the way his eyes close and his breath exhales shakily as though he’s in relief.

“sorry to walk in unannounced,” you murmur, giving him a tiny smile, making him chuckle lowly. he takes a step closer, lowers his shirt that covers his chest just like he turns his back when he trusts people.

he trusts you to see his back, maybe more than that.

“you could knock,” he teases lightly. you reach out and cup his cheek, running a thumb along the soft swell of skin as he hums appreciatively.

“i could,” you nod, “but then i’d miss the view,” you squeeze his left pec with a giggle, making him flush deeper as he looks away to the side.

and because you love him, because every part of him deserves to be loved no matter how scarred and imperfect it might be, because you cherish the parts of him that no one else did when it counted, you lean and press a kiss over the old bullet wound.

“you shouldn’t open doors hoping for half dressed men,” he mumbles, pouting slightly, “that’s not very polite.”

“i wasn’t looking for half dressed men,” you grin, “i was looking for a half dressed you. otherwise roberto’s room is right next door.”

“you probably don’t wanna see that,” vash shivers, making you giggle as he slumps his cheek against your hold, sighing softly in content when you lean to peck his jaw.

“no, i probably don’t,” you agree, “good thing i walked into this room instead, huh?”

“i guess it was the better alternative,” he says shyly.

it’s silent for a bit. you don’t know how to bring them up, how to so casually ask him to tell you the stories behind every harsh branding across his skin. so you settle for a question you can ask—one that you have, one that you know the answer to, but you can’t help but wonder no matter how many times he replies.

“how…why do you keep going? after all this?” you ask softly, staring at the rough marks across his body, the witnesses of the cruelty he’s faces who never quite leave.

he shrugs, stretches that easy grin on his face. “i deserve to smile,” is all he says.

and he does—painfully, you’re aware how much he deserves to smile and laugh and feel the sun soak him with warmth as the gentle breeze tickles his skin.

“do you?” you ask, slowly like you’re scared to hear the answer, “smile?”

his grin only widens. “yes,” he says sincerely, glancing down at your lips. “i do.”

and then his lips meet yours in a slow, smiley kiss, warm and gentle and tender enough to make you forget about his pain.

#teepods.writings #drabbles.#vash x reader #vash x you #vash fluff #vash the stampede x reader #vash the stampede x you #vash the stampede fluff #trigun stampede x reader #trigun stampede x you #trigun stampede fluff

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c-is-for-circinate · 1 year

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But anyway, Stranger Things Steve and Robin story where things are Pretty Bad in Hawkins for a while after season 4, to the tune of regular monster incursions and more bumps and bruises and stitches and possible concussions than generally standard

and maybe six months in, after graduation, as Hawkins has come up with more and more unlikely stories to try and pretend that they're not sitting athwart a rising apocalypse, after Robin has deferred college for a year, if they all even live that long, because she loves Steve with every last corner of her heart and she won't, can't leave him here

and it's been another bumpy week in a string of bumpy weeks, and Steve doesn't have another concussion, thank god, but Mike needed seventeen stitches and Nancy has a new burn scar curling up over her left shoulder--

Robin goes to find Steve somewhere in the middle of the third load of laundry in the house where his parents haven't set foot since the "earthquakes" happened. Where she has her own permanent guest room, but just crawls in with Steve most nights anyway, because she cannot handle going home to face her own parents and their questions and their 'constructive criticism' and their attempts to be helpful any more.

And she just immediately starts pacing, back and forth across the basement while Steve tries to fold yet another fitted sheet that she could definitely be helping him with, and she says,

"So look, I have been having this really crazy idea, and I need you to tell me that it's a crazy idea, and I should just forget it, except that every time I try to think down that path I keep thinking of reasons that it's not a crazy idea, and it's actually a really good idea with very minimal drawbacks, at least in the near or foreseeable future, and if it ever does start to have drawbacks we can just undo it, because Indiana's had a no-fault divorce law since 1973, and all we'd have to do would be filing some paperwork, and you're just looking at me like I'm babbling again."

"Just like it, huh?" Steve asks, eyebrows raised with a little bit of 'really?' and all the affection of his heart, and when she stops, giving him that slightly-desperate look, he adds, "So, who's getting a divorce?"

"Us," Robin says, planting her feet and looking straight at him. "Eventually. Hopefully. Someday."

"Ooookay, kinda worried you're already planning my eventual divorce when I haven't had sex since Vecna showed up," Steve says, still not really sure where this is going but willing to follow the train at least a little farther, and Robin just shakes her head, eyes wide and focused.

"No," she says. "I mean you and me. I think we should get married."

Yeah, that makes about as much sense as anybody's crazy plans these days. Steve misses the days when he would have been too confused to keep up. He's still confused, he just so rarely expects to be anything else any more that it doesn't really make that much of a difference.

"Robin," he says, a whole sentence in one word, and then she's pacing again.

"Look," she says, wringing her hands the way she does when she's actually pretty upset about something. "Look, I know it's a stupid, crazy, stupid idea, and this isn't me coming on to you, you know this isn't me coming on to you, this is actually a really hard and scary thing for me to think about asking, but it's still like fifty times less hard and scary than what we do every week just living in this town and knowing what we know, because one of the things we know about living in this town is how dangerous it is, how many bad things could happen at any time, and-- and-- and--"

"Robin," Steve says again, and puts down the sheet in a heap to get in her path. He doesn't usually cut her off, but when she gets so worked up she runs out of words, that's when it's time to help Robin get back out of her own way. She lowers her hands into his and Steve squeezes them. "Hey. What's going on?"

"I'm scared," Robin says.

"Yeah, me too," Steve agrees, easily, because the sky outside is a hazy sort of blue-green that goes red-purple at night when it's not black, and when rain falls it sometimes leaves streaks of slick grime on everything it touches, and there are bludgeoning weapons and loaded firearms tucked into corners all over this house. He's been scared more on than off since 1983, and he hasn't bothered pretending not know it since '85.

"I'm scared for you," she says. "And I'm scared for me. I'm scared that none of us knew what was up with Nancy at the hospital for two hours the other day, because her mom showed up for Mike and they told her everything and Karen Wheeler hates us."

"Nancy's fine," Steve promises; her left arm's gonna be bandaged for a while, but she can still steady a rifle, and sometimes he thinks that's two-thirds of all Nancy really cares about any more. It's probably close to half of what all any of them have time and space to care about these days, which is a pretty depressing thought. But that's not a forever state of events, right? "She just got a little banged up. She's okay."

"Steve, what happens if you get hurt?" Robin asks. "Like, really hurt? If you get sick, or concussed again, or you need surgery like Max or Eddie, and you're not conscious enough to make your own medical decisions?"

"I don't know, I guess they call my parents, don't get an answer, and then operate anyway," Steve says, blowing it off like he always does. "Robin, I'm fine."

She's shaking her head, though, no, "I've just, I've been thinking, and I've been reading, and you know how hospitals are, it's been happening all over where people get sick and their friends, partners, can't even get in to see them, and families they haven't even talked to in years get to make medical decisions, because they're not married."

And Steve's not exactly smart but he's not completely dumb. Robin leaves absolutely anything that might even suggest she's a lesbian at Steve's house so her parents won't find it at home, which means there's a whole pile of blurry xeroxed zines and pamphlets and gay newsletters on his once-unused bedroom desk, shoved under a Russian-English dictionary, three spiral notebooks, and a book by some guy called Jung-pronounced-Young. Steve isn't really sure where they come from, because they only make maybe one supply run to Indianapolis a week between the whole group of them and Robin doesn't even usually go, but the newsletters keep multiplying. He's glanced at them before. He's heard Robin talk. He knows what she's thinking about.

"That's not what's happening here," Steve says, promises. "You know that's not the same thing. Nobody's getting sick."

"No, just...torn up by demobats, or haunted, or possessed, or who knows what else," Robin says. "Steve, I don't want my parents to be the ones visiting me if I'm in the hospital. I don't want them to be the ones in charge of deciding what happens to me. I don't want to wake up from a coma one day to find out I've been transferred to some hospital in another state because they decided Hawkins was too dangerous and now I never get to see you again."

"So you want me to be the one doing that?" Steve asks, and Robin looks up at him, hands still tight in his, and she says,

"Yes," like it's obvious. Like it's everything.

For one brief, bright-aching moment, Steve lets himself regret. He's not in love with Robin. Not like that, never like that, but -- there was a minute, once, where it could've been, for him. And it never could have been, for her, he knows that, and that's fine, that's great, because Robin still loves him more than anybody else in his entire life has ever loved him. And it is everything, and it's never going to be like that, and probably nobody is ever going to love him like that even half as much as Robin loves him like this.

"Sure," Steve says.

"And -- and look, it's selfish, and it's stupid, and it's terrible and I hate myself for thinking it, but if you die out there, and half of us are basically living in your house, and I know your parents don't want this house but they can't sell it because it's Hawkins and the housing market sucks, and you don't technically own it but it's all tied up in your trust fund, and if we were married that would give us at least the length of a court case to figure out where else to go, and we'd be able to take care of Max, and--"

"Robin, yeah," Steve says. "I'll do it. Sure, let's get married."

"Wait, really?" Steve doesn't know why she sounds so startled when it was her insane idea, unless she really did want to be talked out of it, but if she'd actually wanted to be talked out of it she should've gone to Nancy. Steve's not the guy who talks Robin out of things. He's the guy who talks Robin into her own brilliant ideas and all the things she desperately wants and doesn't think she can have. "Like, really?"

"Yeah, sure, let's go tomorrow," Steve says. It's a Tuesday, the little gremlins'll all be in school and their shift at Family Video doesn't start until five. "Do we need to get, like, a license or something?"

It's not like Steve doesn't get that this is a weird thing to do, and not a thing that most people would do with their platonic lesbian best friends, but honestly...like, Robin hadn't wanted to say it, but Steve knows he's probably more likely to die in the next couple of years than most other people they know. Doesn't matter how much he plays it off, Steve's always going to be there sticking his body between whichever kid or girl or random civilian and the danger of the day. He's not always there, which is how Mike ends up with a gash up his arm that better not be getting infected with Upside Down rot while Karen Wheeler is too busy pretending that Hawkins is still a normal town, how Nancy gets caught in the blowback from a molotov cocktail thrown just a little too short. Sometimes it feels like Steve's blaming himself in the middle of the night for not being there a little more every year. But he tries.

And if it gets him killed, the least he can do is make sure his stupid trust fund goes to Robin instead of back to his fucking parents. He's not dumb enough to think him dying wouldn't wreck at least Robin, at least for a little while, but he has to figure a pile of cash would make it a little better. He doesn't think it would make things worse.

Besides, Steve lets him think for just a second, what if they do actually figure out how to stop Henry Creel and all his Upside Down bullshit? If they find a way out of Hawkins without leaving the kids behind to die, and move on with their lives? Would being super-platonically married to Robin actually be that bad? He could put her through college with that stupid fucking trust fund while she got whatever genius degree she wanted, maybe end up her slacker house husband and fold all the goddamn fitted sheets by himself while she's off at work. Adopt a couple of kids, maybe, if he could talk her into it. Road trip over the summer in that Winnebago.

Not like Robin could marry someone she's actually in love with. He'd make it clear to whatever girlfriend she gets in the future that he's just there as window dressing and live-in laundry service. Not like Steve's ever going to find a girl who loves him half as much as Robin does, who gets it when the nightmares jolt him awake at three in the morning, who'll believe a single thing he says about the waking nightmare that is Hawkins, Indiana.

Really, it just means that Robin can't leave him behind. Which isn't fair to her, maybe, but it's her idea. She'll be the one slapping divorce papers down in front of him if she ever gets tired of it.

"Um, yeah," Robin says, still a little surprised for some fucking reason, but starting to soften into that smile she sometimes gets when they're being sincere, every once in a while. "Yeah, we just need birth certificates and ID, and like ten dollars for the license fee, and we can go right down to the courthouse tomorrow. Be done in time for work."

"Honeymoon at Family Video?" Steve asks, and yeah, maybe it's not the wedding he once would've pictured for himself, but fuck that guy anyway. This is Robin.

"We'll put on Back To The Future and actually watch it this time," Robin says, and she's grinning now, and Steve is starting to grin too, thinking about the bright hazy beautiful parts of a godawful night, the worst best bathroom floor in Indiana, about marrying the who-the-fuck-cares-if-it's-not-actually-romantic love of his life.

"Throw in some popcorn and you've got yourself a deal, Buckley," he says, and Robin lunges forward into him, wrapping her arms around him. Steve's arms fold around her shoulders like she belongs there.

He's almost not even annoyed that they kick over the laundry basket and send the goddamn sheets spilling out over the floor in the process.

#c writes things #stranger things #so um apparently I'm doing THIS now #I feel like this is meant to be a 5 Times story #Five Times Someone Was Surprised To Discover That Steve And Robin Were Technically Legally Married #(at least one of the times the person surprised is Steve)#(look it's been ten years since it seemed relevant okay sometimes he forgets these things)#anyway we'll see if more Stranger Things fic ever appears again but #enjoy!

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melanieph321 · 1 month

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heyy i love your writing and just wanted to say i appreciate your work💖

my request is something like you are best friends with fermin (or gavi) and he’s madly in love with you but you don’t know about it so when you start seeing someone (possibly another footballer) he gets jealous and does something outrageous like posts a story with a photo of yours which is odd considering he’s never done it before and the person you’re seeing gets mad and you also get mad because it’s obvious he’s doing it for another reason and have an argument with him when he confesses his true feelings in a moment of weakness which causes you to take a step back but you soon realize you’re actually more into him than you knew and go to him late at night and make out

i don’t know if this is something you’d be interested in but i’d love to read it

SEVEN DAYS OF REQUEST (DAY 2)

Ugh, I hate you for making such a good request. Took me all day to finish this. And I had to make it a four part series since I put my own spin on it. Hope that's okay.

Fermin Lopez x Reader - You or Me Part 1/4

Part 2 part 3 part 4

Enjoy!

It was just a silly youth camp for all the Barca Academy's boys and girls. How it turned out so ugly, you had no idea.

It was a Friday morning when all of the players were put on a bus to a Boot Camp four hours outside of Barcelona. You were thankful that the academy boys did not share the same bus as the girls, but trailed in their own vehicle not too far behind. However it was bound to get messy at the camp grounds since the girls and boys were sharing the same hotel.

"Who are you texting?" Camilla asked.

"No one." You muttered, but nudged your phone out of her view.

"Come on, don't be shy, tell me who you're texting."

You perked up, peering over your seat to make sure that none of the other players could hear you. "Okay but promise not to tell anyone."

"I promise." She grinned, giddy with excitement.

"Alejandro Garnacho."

"What! You little…"

"Shhhhh!" You exclaimed, slapping your hand against Camilla's mouth. However,

that did not stop her from running her mouth behind the palm of your hand.

"Huh?" You frowned, her mumbles inaudible. You removed your hand.

"I said, doesn't he have a girlfriend now?"

"And a baby." You nodded.

Camila gasped. "You slut!"

"Relax." You said, leaning back in your seat. "We're just friends and you know that. We've been friends forever."

"Yes, but before that you had the biggest crush on him, no?"

"Yes, but that's in the past. He's happy in England with his new family. I told you about last summer, didn't I? Garnacho and his girlfriend let me stay with them while I was over there trying out for Manchester United's U21 youth team. Garnacho and I have become really close since then. Close friends." You added, before Camilla could call you a slut again.

The two of you sat back in silence. The road ahead was bumpy and almost made you car sick. Good thing you and Camilla were seated up front where you could see the road. You dreaded sitting in the back, since some of the girls thought it would be funny to make faces at the boys bus trailing behind you. They were having a laugh, however you found it very annoying.

"Did you hear that Fermin and Gavi are joining us on Saturday?" Camilla said.

"Hurray….." You mumbled and kept scrolling through your phone.

"I know." She snorted. "They've gotten pretty stuck up since they started playing for the first team, but I've heard that they're holding a seminar on mental health. It could be fun?"

"Mental health?" You put down your phone to glance at Camilla. Her lips twitched into a smile seeing your not-so-convinced expression. "I know Fermin Lopez of all people is not holding a seminar on mental health." you laughed. "That boy has caused me nothing but severe anxiety and depression and now he wants to talk about mental health? I guess pigs do fly."

"I dunno." Camilla shrugged. "Don't you think he has matured since he started playing for the first team? I know Gavi has."

"Please, don't get me started on Pablo Gavi." You sighed. "Fermin and Gavi were the worst of the worst when they were playing for the academy. Don't you remember Boot Camp 2019?"

Camilla chuckled. "Whatever you say. I for one am excited."

And she had the right to be. No one enjoyed drama more than Camilla. This year's Boot Camp had nothing but drama.

Part 2

Part 3

part 4

#fanfiction #football imagine #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #football angst #seven days of requests #fermin lopez #fc barcelona #pablo gavi

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bwabys-scenarios · 10 months

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Reunited

Part 31

Illumi x Reader x Feitan

part 30

part 32

warnings: suggestive, a little angsty, readers history before she was adopted is mentioned(nothing is stated explicitly)

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Feitan was beginning to regret his life choices.

(Name) sat in his lap, her butt pressed against his crotch. It was all he could do to not pop a boner right then and there.

It didn’t help when the road started to get bumpy.

“F-Fei, I’m slipping.”

She pushed herself back into his lap, struggling to stay still. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Stop moving.”

His words came out in a hiss, his face pressed against her back.

“I’m trying!”

Nobunaga watched the two in mild amusement. “Having trouble over there, Fei?”

The man let go of her waist with one hand and flipped him off.

“Yeesh. Might wanna keep a hand on your girl, she’s slipping again.”

Feitan quickly wrapped his arms back around her as she began to slip again. “Shit, stay still.”

“Your coat is slippery…”

She pouted behind her ski mask, rubbing the back of Feitan’s hand with her thumb.

“They noticed it.”

The string Machi was holding went slack.

“That was faster than expected.” Feitan replied, muffed against (Name)’s back.

“Don’t worry, we’ve almost got them!” Shalnark said, glancing at the concerned (Name) through the rear view mirror.

“Whatever… why are we all stuffed in this tiny car?” Nobunaga asked.

“No right to complain. It’s just a little longer.”

(Name) huffed. “I didn’t ask to sit in your lap, you know.”

“Did ask to come.”

She couldn’t really argue with that, so she did the only thing she could for retribution.

(Name) wiggled around and complained, Feitan hissing and squeezing her hips so tight she could feel the bruises setting in. Feitan pulled her in closer to whisper into her ear.

“Stop playing, not ready for the consequences of your actions.”

At first she didn’t understand, until she felt something hard pressing right into her ass.

(Name)’s face heated up, instantly staying as still as possible.

“Good girl.”

If (Name) had a tail, it would be wagging right now. He seemed to notice the shift in her body temperature, a wicked grin on his face.

“Such a good girl for me, huh? Stay nice and still and maybe you get reward later.”

Her jaw dropped, his previous iron grip becoming gentler as he rubbed circles into her soft thighs.

(Name) was about to protest when something landed on the hood of their car, the girl not able to process anything because it happened so quickly.

The next thing she remembered was being held in Feitan’s arms, now outside of the car.

“Nobunaga had an unlucky position…”

He placed her on her feet, his hands lingering on her lower back.

(Name) buffered, struggling to take everything in.

The car had been wrapped in cloth, shrunken down, and Nobunaga had been trapped inside.

A man stood in front of them, with short brown hair and owlish eyes.

“His friends have arrived to help.” Feitan said, pushing (Name) behind him. She held onto the back of his coat, observing the figures appearing from the darkness.

“Yes…” Machi replied.

“There are quite a few of them!”

(Name) glanced at Shalnark, who winked in return.

“Who are these guys? Are they really the Phantom Troupe members?”

“Yeah, definitely.”

“But they look so weak.”

(Name) wasn’t paying attention, having avoided hearing the groups name. She was staring at her feet, trying to calm down her blush.

‘What does he mean by a reward?’

“This is strange. The chain user grabbed Uvo, before escaping by car.”

(Name) was pulled back into the conversation when Feitan spoke.

“Does that mean the chain user isn’t a shadow beast?”

Feitan sighed. “Well, we’ll know once we ask them…”

“Should we keep them all alive?”

“No, we require only Owl.”

“Then I’ll handle that.”

The shadow beasts sneered down at the group. “Those damned kids are talking smack. Let’s show them how scary the Shadow Beasts can be.”

Shalnark smiled. “Did you hear that?”

“Shalnark, you stay there and watch over (Name). I’ll take three, Shizuku can have the other two.” Feitan pushed the girl towards Shalnark, who caught her with ease.

The blonde giggled, finally able to hold her with permission.

“Let’s close those pretty eyes, alright? Feitan’s made sure we know you don’t like seeing people being killed.”

He pulled her face into his chest as the fighting began.

—————

The fight was over quickly, Shalnark releasing her. “Try not to look around, their bodies are on the ground.”

He pulled the ski mask from her face. All of their opponents were gone or captured, so there was no use in her hiding her identity anymore.

She shivered. “Yeah…”

Once he let go of her, Shalnark walked over to Machi, who held the captured Nobunaga after restraining Owl.

“Okay, let’s free Nobunaga before we start torturing this guy.”

(Name) blinked. ‘Torture? Yeesh.’

“Hold on. We’re taking Owl in the car with us, right? There’s no room, so let’s leave Nobunaga as he is.”

“Screw that! Let me out!”

“I don’t wanna be cramped either.”

Shalnark turned to Owl. “Hey, can you release the car alone?”

“Th-that’s impossible.”

“Too bad. So much for that.” Machi said with a sigh.

(Name) tilted her head. “He could just shrink one of us down and then we can ride in the bag. It should probably be me, since I’m not a big fighter.”

“That’s too dangerous it-“

Feitan stopped himself mid sentence. If she were shrunk down into a little bag, could he possibly peek in and see her all cute and tiny?

“Fei, please tell me you aren’t considering it.” Machi said with a groan. “(Name), we aren’t completely sure how his nen works, so that wouldn’t be safe.”

The group had Owl unshrink the car. Nobunaga jumped out of the door.

“You bastards, making a fool out of me!”

Feitan had her behind him again. “Troupe members aren’t supposed to snap at one another.”

“Shut up!”

He sighed and pulled (Name) with him towards the car. “Anyway, this ability could come in handy for our job.”

“Shut your mouth! I’m cutting this guy to shreds!”

Feitan turned. “No. He’s going to tell us where the treasure is…”

“Feitan’s going to use his skill at-“

(Name) was shoved into the car, then pulled into Feitan’s lap as he closed the door.

“Fei, are you going to torture that guy?”

He didn’t answer, focusing on positioning her hips to where they rested on his lap comfortably.

“You know what, I don’t want to know.”

“You really don’t.”

The ride back to the hideout was quiet, only the occasional squeak leaving (Name)’s lips when she felt Feitan’s grip tighten against her as the ride got bumpier.

——————

(Name) was taken to Chrollo upon arrival, Feitan leaving with Owl.

“So, how did it go?”

She shrugged. “Okay, I guess. No one was injured so I didn’t get to show off my skills, and Feitan wouldn’t let me fight.”

Chrollo hummed, gesturing for her to sit beside him.

“Were you… disturbed by the actions taken by the Troupe?”

She frowned, sitting. “I can’t say I was, but Feitan prevented me from seeing anything gruesome.”

“I see. You’re aware that people were killed tonight, correct?”

“… yes. I am.”

The room was silent for a moment. “What do you think of it all?”

(Name) leaned against his shoulder, the girl being watched by every member in the room.

“I think… I miss Feitan already.”

Shalnark blinked from his corner of the room. ‘Feitan was right, she is a strange girl.’

“If you want my real thoughts… as someone who grew up in Meteor City, death is unavoidable. I can’t say I’m completely numb to it, but… I know those people killed tonight weren’t innocent. They worked for the Mafia, so it’s hard for me to feel sorry for people that hurt others.”

Chrollo smiled down at her. “Really? So if people have done something morally wrong in your mind, that means their life isn’t as important as others?”

She shook her head. “No, it’s not like that. It’s just, I don’t feel as sorry for them. If you live a life of murder and hate, you can’t be upset when it catches up to you one day. It’s not my job to judge them, their own actions will put them in the grave.”

“You’re a strange girl.”

“So I’ve been told.”

The information that (Name) was from Meteor City slowly sunk in, Shalnark gasping.

“You’re from Meteor City too!?”

(Name) tilted her head. “… yeah? Are you?”

“Almost everyone here is.” Franklin answered.

“Even Fei?”

“Yes, we were friends during childhood.” Chrollo answered.

(Name) looked around the room, her jaw dropped. “Then he knew Sarasa too?”

Again, silence took over the group, Pakunoda stepping forward. “Boss, she was a friend of Sarasa?”

He nodded, patting (Name) on the head. “Yes, it seems Sarasa cared for her before…”

His eyes lit up. “Pakunoda, come here. (Name) actually has some information that may be useful in keeping Meteor City safe.”

(Name) tilted her head. “Hmm? How can I help?”

Chrollo sighed. “She can see your memories. It may be only the ones you can physically remember. You know how you said you didn’t want to talk about what happened?”

She nodded slowly, her heart suddenly starting to race. “… yes?”

“What if I said she could see them without you having to speak of what happened? It would stay between you and Pakunoda until you leave.”

She was silent for a moment. “… I don’t want to burden her with that.”

Chrollo’s eyes widened in surprise. ‘Was what happened that bad?’

Pakunoda stood in front of her. “It won’t be a burden. Helping keep Meteor City safe will be worth it.”

She sighed, her hands shaky. “Alright. How does this work?”

“I’ll ask you a question, and when I touch you, I will be able to see into your memory. The question will cause your memory to surface.”

(Name) swallowed hard, her foot tapping against the floor anxiously. “I… I don’t want to remember. It hurts.”

Chrollo placed a firm hand on her thigh. “It will only be for a moment. What you’re doing could save countless lives. No one will have to go through what you did ever again.”

She let out a breathy sigh and nodded, biting her lip.

“Alright. I’m ready.”

Pakunoda stepped forward. “What should I ask her?”

“Ask her what happened before she was found by her parents.”

Pakunoda nodded, placing her hand on (Name)’s shoulder.

“What happened before your parents found you, (Name)?”

The entire building was silent for a moment, everyone on the edges of their seats as Pakunoda read her memory.

She pulled back suddenly, a hand clasping over her mouth.

“(Name), oh my…”

The girl looked down, tears starting to fall from her (e/c) eyes as her body shook. She couldn’t even speak, curling in on herself as her breathing became uneven.

Surprising everyone, Pakunoda stepped forward and brought the girl into a hug, a tear of her own falling from her eye. “I… thank you. You were brave to let me see that.”

A few members of the troupe stepped forward, Shalnark, Machi, and Nobunaga among them.

“What happened? Why is she crying?”

Pakunoda shook her head, her lips pressed together into a thin line. “Talk about it later. Not in front of her.”

The girl cried into Pakunodas chest, gripping the back of her shirt. Chrollo watched with an ever growing anger.

‘It has to be bad for Paku to react like this. What did they do to her? What are they doing to possible other victims?’

“Someone go fetch Feitan and tell him he needs to take her home.”

Machi nodded and left the room.

Feitan came sprinting in, his eyes landing on (Name) and Pakunoda.

“What did you do to her!?”

He raced forward and wrenched (Name) away, pulling her head into his chest as she sobbed.

“Feitan.”

The short man gritted his teeth, but stayed still none the less.

“Pakunoda simply followed my orders. She peeked into (Name)’s memories. It was… painful for (Name). For that, I apologize.”

(Name) trembled in his arm, gripping onto him so tight he wondered if his coat would rip.

“Pakunoda.”

The woman looked down to see Feitan staring up at her, his expression unreadable.

“What did you see?”

“I can’t tell you while she’s in the room.”

Feitan motioned for Shalnark to come forward and handed her to him.

“Take her to the car. Be there in 10 minutes.”

The blonde nodded, scooping the girl into his arms and walking out. He didn’t think he’d ever seen someone so distraught, even the people Feitan tortured.

He felt his own heart break for her.

“You’ll want to sit down for this, Feitan.”

By the feeling of Feitan’s aura becoming murderous, it was clear that what Pakunoda told him had been bad. Very bad.

“She…”

He gritted his teeth as the wall he’d been holding onto crumbled under his grip.

“She went through all of that. How… how can she be so…”

Chrollo stared down at the floor, his expression dark.

“Feitan, calm yourself. The filth that did that to her will be found.”

He gave the man a dark smile. “And we will make sure they experience her pain tenfold.”

Feitan didn’t respond. His eyes were wide with rage, the ground beneath him trembling.

“I know you’re angry, but try to calm down. She needs you right now.”

Feitan took in a shaky breath, pushing back his hair.

“She’s a kind girl. She didn’t want me to see it, because of its… intense nature.”

Pakunoda sat down, her head in her hands. “But she did it for the greater good. I don’t know if I’ve ever met a kinder soul.”

Feitan felt hot, angry tears fall down his cheeks. “Too kind. Too selfless.”

He left the room, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the building as he made his way to (Name).

“Did you see Sarasa?”

Pakunoda looked up when Chrollo asked, her pained expression softening slightly.

“Yes… we have to protect that girl. Sarasa… Sarasa loved her. A lot.”

Chrollo leaned back against the wall, a tired sigh leaving his lips. “So she was telling the truth.”

He stared up at the ceiling.

‘Sarasa, forgive me. We will make sure she’s safe, alright? For you, and for Feitan.’

“Alright, let’s discuss our plans for tonight.”

———————

“Feitan! (Name)’s in the passenger seat. Are you going to drive her home?”

He nodded, unable to speak. Shalnark glanced at (Name) frowning.

“She threw up earlier. I assume it’s from the stress of reliving those memories.”

The blonde winced at the expression on Feitan’s face. He had never seen him so angry.

“Boss needs you inside.”

That’s all Feitan said before sliding into the driver’s seat and driving away.

“(Name).”

She didn’t respond, curled into a ball.

“The people that did that to you? We take care of them.”

The girl peeked at him through her hands, her eyes puffy and red.

“Promise?”

He moved his hand to grab her thigh and give it a comforting squeeze. Her voice was hoarse from vomiting and sobbing.

“Promise.”

She relaxed slightly, reaching out to hold his hand. “… thank you.”

He sighed, keeping his eyes on the road.

“No problem.”

He drove as far as he could, stopping about half a mile outside of the city. From there, he carried her in his arms.

She’d fallen asleep in the car, so he was able to carry her with ease.

‘(Name)… I wish I could have been there. Those bastards…’

His grip tightened on her slightly, causing the girl to whine in her sleep. He quickly relaxed, rubbing soothing circles into her back.

‘Can’t get angry now. Have to get her home.’

Feitan sighed as he weaved through people. The crowds were a pain, but just one look at his darkened expression was enough to keep people from bumping into him.

When he reached her condo, he took her keys from her purse and unlocked it.

Feitan kicked the door closed behind him and headed straight for the bedroom.

After laying her down, he walked to the kitchen and poured her a glass of water. She would probably wake up thirsty.

Feitan placed the cup on her nightstand and attempted to leave, only for her to grab his sleeve.

“Don’t…”

She’d woken up, and the tears had returned. He hated seeing her cry, his chest hurting.

“Want me to stay?”

She nodded, pulling at his sleeve with a whine. “Please.”

He gave her a nod and she let go, the man pulling off his coat and folding it. Feitan set it on her nightstand before climbing into bed with her.

“Thirsty?”

“No…”

She laid her head against his chest, not caring he was shirtless. All (Name) wanted was to feel safe, and Feitan was one of the only people that she trusted enough to hold her.

His arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a warm embrace. (Name) noticed his touch was much more gentle than usual.

“Sleep. Won’t leave.”

She sniffled against his chest, but nodded in agreement.

It didn’t take her long to pass out. The day had been long and exhausting. Both physically and emotionally.

——————

(Name) woke up to an empty bed, terror running through her.

“Feitan? Are you here?”

She stood up quickly, running through her bedroom door to see if he was in the main part of the condo.

He wasn’t.

Her blood ran cold. He wasn’t there, and she was alone. All alone.

Just like back then.

(Name) sank to the floor, her eyes filling with tears. ‘He promised… he said he wouldn’t leave…’

As she began to sob again, her front door opened.

“(Name)?”

She looked up, her lip quivering.

“Feitan?”

He dropped the bags he’d been carrying and scooped her up into his arms, sitting on the floor with her.

“You left… you left me all alone…”

She cried against his shoulder, hiccuping.

“Sorry. I… I went to grab food. Can’t cook.”

Even though he knew he wasn’t gone for long, Feitan still felt guilty for leaving. It was clear she hadn’t gotten over last night, and was still in a sensitive state.

Being gentle and caring wasn’t in his nature. He was cold and cruel, like a good interrogator should be.

But she wasn’t one of his victims, she was (Name). The woman he loved.

His hands, usually meant for killing or harming, cupped her cheeks gently. His calloused thumbs wiped away her tears, his eyes softening. “Shh. It’s okay, come sit at table and eat.”

He helped her stand and walked her over to the table. She whimpered and sniffled the entire time, pawing at him when he attempted to sit her down.

“Stay near me. Please.”

Feitan sighed, pulling his chair as close to her as possible and setting her takeout in front of her.

It was warm Belgium waffles, covered in syrup and fruit.

“I have to get up to get drinks. Promise I’ll be back.”

She pouted, but gave a nod and began to eat her food. He couldn’t help but find her adorable even now.

Feitan set a glass of juice down on the table, sipping on his own cup of coffee.

“Aren’t you going to eat, Fei?”

The man shrugged. “Not hungry. Will just eat something from the fridge.”

She nodded and continued munching, her tears drying up as she enjoyed her food. It was good, she wondered where he’d got it from.

After she finished, she had Feitan follow her. “I’m sorry… I just feel better when you’re near me.”

He didn’t reply, sitting on her bed as she picked out her outfit for the day. Although she was feeling better, he could sense she wasn’t back to her normal just yet.

“Fei?”

He hummed in response.

“Can you wait in the bathroom while I shower?”

Feitan blinked at her, tilting his head in confusion.

“Why?”

“…”

She didn’t have to answer, her expression told him everything.

“Alright. Go get in, call me when ready.”

She nodded and ran out, nearly slipping on the rug in the hallway. He shook his head, holding back a laugh.

Feitan was just glad she was starting to feel better. Seeing her look so terrified was awful. It made him want to vomit when she sobbed into his chest. Just knowing what happened to her made his blood boil.

“Fei, I’m ready!”

He got up and walked into the bathroom, sitting on the counter. “I’m here. Continue your shower.”

She giggled from behind the curtain. “Try not to peek.”

Feitan rolled his eyes. “In your dreams.”

Suddenly, (Name) peeked her head out of the shower and stared at him with a frown.

“In my dreams? Fei you sleep talk.”

That was enough to make his face go red. “Wh-what?”

She bursted out laughing, her wet hair sticking to her face.

“Pfft, I’m just joking around. What do you dream about? I bet it’s perverted-“

He threw a towel at her, causing her to shrink back behind the curtain.

“Just shower, damn it.”

———————

“Feiii~ can you hand me my towel?”

He groaned as he slipped off the sink and grabbed her towel, holding it out for her to snatch behind the shower curtain.

As he turned to leave, the shower curtain flung open, (Name) stepping out.

“Fei, don’t leave. You said you’d stay.”

His eyes darted from her barely covered cleavage, to the slip in the towel that completely exposed her left side, to her pouting lips.

“Please. Just… just turn your head while I get dressed.”

He calmed himself quickly. ‘Do it for her. She’s still sensitive, just turn around and-‘

As he began to turn, she let her towel drop onto the floor, quickly picking up her shirt and pulling it on over her head.

In that split second, Feitan saw everything.

Everything.

Every. Last. Thing.

It was all he could do to not turn back around and pounce on her. He listened to the sound of her getting dressed, his heart racing.

All the blood in his body was rushing to a certain part of him.

“I’m dressed.”

Feitan didn’t turn around.

“Fei?”

“Go, have to use the bathroom.”

She huffed, but left. Feitan rubbed his temple, sighing heavily.

‘Just a naked woman. Seen several, not a big deal.’

He attempted to calm himself, but the image of her nude body flashed in his mind again.

‘Fuck…’

He’d have to deal with this and quick. (Name) wouldn’t wait for long.

————————

“Feeeiii, are you almost done?”

She didn’t receive an answer. His absence was starting to make her nervous, so she decided to call one of her friends to keep her company.

Gon and Killua would be busy, Kurapika and Leorio weren’t answering…

That only left one person.

She clicked the man’s name, not caring if she was still mad at him. She couldn’t be alone right now, she at least needed someone to talk to.

“(Name)? Is that you?”

“Yes, it’s me Illumi.”

The man on the other side of the phone smiled, sitting down on the counter of the kitchen he was currently in.

“Is there a reason you’ve called?”

“No, I just wanted to hear your voice.”

That made his eyes widen. She hadn’t been this sweet to him since his outburst months ago.

“Is that so? I’ll talk as long as you need me to then. How have you been?”

She sighed. “Okay. I had a bad day yesterday.”

“Really? What happened?”

The girl bit her lip, her silence concerning the dark haired assassin.

“(Name)? What happened? Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Just a bit… frazzled is all. Physically I’m fine.”

He relaxed slightly, still not completely convinced. “I see. Are you enjoying your time in York New?”

“Yes! I’ve been having an amazing time with my friend. He’s been here for me when I needed him. I love him so much!”

Illumi went quiet for a moment. He felt jealousy bubble up in his chest, but calmed himself.

‘She called to hear YOUR voice. She wanted to talk to you, and you alone. Don’t forge that.’

“That’s nice. I can’t wait to see you. I’ve… missed you.”

(Name) held onto her phone tightly.

“I… I miss you too. When we meet up, we’ll talk through everything, okay? I… I don’t want to be upset with you.”

“I don’t want you to be upset either, (Name). You’re…”

He paused. Why couldn’t he get the words out? Why couldn’t he tell her just how important she was to him.

“I’m what?”

Illumi bit his lip. “You’re my best friend.”

“Aww. You’re one of my best friends too.”

‘One of?’

He decided to ignore that comment, his head swiveling to the left when he heard footsteps approaching.

“Sorry, I have to go. Work.”

She sighed. “Alright. Be safe, love you.”

Illumi stared down at his phone for a moment, a deep frown on his face. Even though he wanted to say it back more than anything, he couldn’t.

“Take care.”

Click.

(Name) plopped down on the couch, setting her phone on the table next to it.

“Who were you talking to?”

Feitan stood behind her, his cheeks slightly flushed and his eyes narrowed.

“Oh, a friend.”

Feitan sat beside her, his arm wrapping around the back of the couch. “Said ‘Love you’.”

“Yeah, I say I love you to all of my friends.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “Not just to me?”

(Name) gasped. “Aww, Fei! I’m sorry, but no, I say it to everyone.”

She leaned against his shoulder.

“I do love you though. Sooo much.”

It almost hurt, how much his heart raced with her words. The girl leaning against his shoulder had so much love to give, even after everything that had happened to her.

“I…”

He couldn’t say it back. It was difficult, not coming as easy to him as it did to her. A declaration of love could be the nail in their relationship’s coffin.

When Feitan loved, he loved hard. With his teeth and his claws, he’d hold onto the object of his affection like a wild dog would it’s prey.

“It’s okay, Fei. You know I don’t mind if you can’t say it back. I know you care about me. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be here.”

She kissed his shoulder, showing how comfortable she was in his presence. She trusted him enough to not hurt her, to relax and close her eyes as she lay against him.

She smelled sweet, like fresh fruit. He’d never get used to her soft scent. It was soothing, like nothing he’d ever experienced before.

‘One day, I’ll show her how much I love her. With every part of me.’

He ran his hand over her hair, careful to not pull any of it. She sighed in contentment, enjoying this soft moment with her usually cold and calloused friend.

They were interrupted by Feitan’s phone buzzing from his pocket.

He opened his phone.

“What?”

“Oh, you finally answer. I’ve been trying to call you all night, Fei.”

Shalnark chuckled into the phone. “I guess you’ve been too busy with your little lady.”

Feitan glanced at the girl next to him, who was watching a random program on TV.

“Shut it. What you want?”

“Rude! I just wanted to tell you we found Uvo. We’re currently looking for the chain user.”

“He want revenge?”

“Duh.”

This caused Feitan to chuckle. “Of course. Anything else.”

“Mmm, no. Just be back tonight. The boss wants to go over his plans.”

Feitan sighed, petting (Name)’s head again.

“Alright. Bringing (Name).”

“Haha, figured. You know, Chrollo seems to think she should join us. What are your thoughts on that?”

“Don’t think she should. Not a fighter.”

Shalnark hummed. “Maybe, but we haven’t seen her skills in that department yet. She was trained by an assassin, right? She’s got to have some kind of strength.”

Feitan glanced down at her again, the girl now staring up at him.

“Is that Shalnark? Tell him I said hi!”

Feitan huffed. “She says hi.”

The blonde giggled. “Oh, tell her I said hello as well. Oh? Is that the- okay. Okay. Fei, I’ve got to go!”

“Be careful.”

Shalnark paused. He didn’t often hear Feitan say things like that.

“We will. Bye bye!”

Feitan hung up, playing his phone back in his pocket.

“Did he say anything about Uvo?”

“Yeah. Found him.”

(Name) let out a relieved sigh. “Oh, good. Can we see him?”

Feitan shook his head. “He’s out for revenge. Don’t know when he’ll return.”

“Revenge? That sounds like a bad idea.”

Feitan shrugged, pulling her back against him. “His life, he wants revenge, he gets it.”

She pouted up at him. “Well it might be his life, it that won’t stop me from worrying about him.”

His eyes softened slightly, but he flicked her forehead so she wouldn’t notice.

“Shouldn’t worry. He’s strong.”

“Even strong people can be taken down with the right ability. He’s an enhancer, so he’d be weak to a conjurer or manipulator.”

Feitan groaned. “Maybe, but Uvo is smart. A little cocky, but not dumb. Can handle himself.”

(Name) sighed. “I hope you’re right. I don’t want him to get hurt.”

The two stayed in a comfortable silence as she watched TV, and he thought about Uvogin.

‘He’ll be okay. Has to be.’

———————

The day was spent in (Name)’s condo, the two only leaving to pick up lunch before returning. He had to admit, her clinginess wasn’t bothering him as much as it would of if she were anyone else.

In fact, he enjoyed the close proximity to her.

“Fei, when are we leaving?”

He looked at the clock.

“About an hour. Pick up dinner on the way.”

(Name) hummed from her seat on the couch, snacking on some fruit she’d cut up.

“Stop snacking, ruin your appetite.”

(Name) stopped, dropping the strawberry she’d been about to eat back into the bowl. “Oh, you’re right. Do you want any before I put this in the fridge?”

He shook his head. (Name) had been slowly recovering through the day, to the point she could go a few minutes without Feitan in sight. But once those minutes were up, she’d start getting anxious.

It worried him. He’d probably have to leave her home in the coming nights. Would she be healed enough to sleep in the bed alone when he did?

(Name) placed the bowl in the fridge, closing it after.

“I need to figure out something to wear. Something warm, but can move in.”

(Name) motioned for Feitan to follow her, the man standing and following instantly.

‘Look at me, following after a girl. They’d tease me for it.’

Feitan sat on (Name)’s bed as she pulled out items of clothing.

“Too short. Not flexible enough. You kidding? You freeze in that.”

He shot down almost every item of clothing until she pulled out an oversized hoodie and skirt combo.

“… wear pants under skirt. Should be fine.”

“Do you mean like… leggings? That should keep me warm!”

(Name) shooed him out of the room so she could change. He waited close by. If he didn’t, she’d go looking for him with a scared look on her face, and he hated to see her like that.

“Fei, how do I look?”

It was such a simple outfit. Just a pink cow print hoodie with a white skirt, and black tights, but he liked it. A lot. Something about the way her hoodie neatly hid the fact she had a skirt on at all made him… feral.

“Looks… looks good.”

He pulled the hoodie over her head. “Good for blocking face. In case people come.”

(Name) swatted at his hands. “Hey, I can’t see!”

He let go of her hoodie, snickering to himself.

“Ok, princess.”

When she pulled back her good, his eyes widened ever so slightly.

She was flustered.

“Princess? That’s new…”

The air felt different, the girl unable to meet his eye. It was a similar reaction to when he’d called her his good girl in the car earlier.

“Hmm? You like it?”

He didn’t hide the slight husky nature of his voice. Her reaction was causing a reaction in him. Feitan pushed further, his hand slipping to her hip.

“I…”

(Name) pulled away and hid her face.

“I don’t mind it.”

Feitan smirked, leaning in close to her ear.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

(Name) spent the rest of the hour peeking at Feitan from behind corners and running away when he’d spot her.

‘Like a puppy. Cute.’

When it was time to go, the two walked out of her apartment hand in hand. Although she needed his touch, the touch of anyone else made her wince.

Because of this, Feitan expanded his aura to cover the two. People subconsciously avoided entering his aura, allowing the two to have a decent space around them even in the busiest of crowds.

“What you want for dinner?”

She shrugged. “You can pick.”

Feitan shot towards the nearest restaurant.

——————

After a quick dinner, the two walked out to the edge of town towards their hideout.

“Want me to carry you? Long way.”

She shook her head, sipping on the lemonade she’d brought with her. “No, I’m fine. I walked all the way here the first time, you know.”

“Yeah but…”

He glanced at her face, seeing the dark circles under her eyes.

They’d been getting home late and waking up early. It would cause at least a little strain on a normal person.

“But nothing! I’m a big girl, I can handle it.”

She grabbed his hand and pulled him along, the backpack she wore bouncing along.

Feitan rolled his eyes, but didn’t pull his hand away. He never could, when it was her.

When they arrived, Pakunoda and Shalnark were waiting outside. Feitan let go of her hand when he spotted them, stuffing it into his pocket.

“Fei, (Name), you’re here!”

Shalnark jogged up to them, waving as he did. (Name) excitedly ran towards him, jumping up to wrap her arms around his neck.

“Shalnark! Thanks for holding my hair while I threw up yesterday, and sorry for crying all over your shirt.”

She gave him a quick peck on the cheek before pulling away.

It was like time slowed down as she was pulling back from the friendly kiss.

Shalnark began to turn red, and she could hear someone approaching them from behind.

A hand was wrapped around her waist so tightly she squeaked, the girl being pulled back into someone’s arms and thrown over their shoulder.

“…”

Feitan stared up at the blonde with narrowed eyes, holding (Name) over his shoulder like she was a sack of potatoes.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that! She’s the one that-“

Feitan didn’t stick around to listen, carrying her into the hideout.

Pakunoda watched this play out with an amused look in her eye.

“Didn’t know he was the jealous type. It’s cute, really.”

“Yeah, cute when it’s not directed at you.”

Shalnark touched his cheek, his eyes soft.

“She’s really nice. I can see why he likes he so much. Fei’s always had a soft spot for sweet things.”

Pakunoda glanced at him from the corner of his eyes. “Do you…”

Shalnark shook his head. “No, I…”

He let his hand drop to his side, giving her a smile. “We should get inside before the boss comes to drag us in!”

Pakunoda nodded. “You’re right.”

———————

(Name) pouted from he seat in Feitan’s lap, flustered and embarrassed. Ever since she’d kissed Shalnark’s cheek earlier, he refused to talk to her.

“Fei, let me go. They’re looking…”

A few of the spiders had been glancing in the pair’s direction, but quickly looked away when Feitan sent them a glare.

“No. Can’t be trusted.”

“Why?”

“Why? Kiss people, that’s why.”

(Name) gasped and turned around so she was straddling him.

“What are you, my dad? I can kiss whoever I want. How many times have I kissed your cheek?”

He stared up at her, his grip on her hips tightening.

“Not enough.”

She tilted her head. “Are you… jealous- hey!”

She was sent sprawling on the floor when Feitan pushed her off his lap.

“Stupid girl. Why would I be jealous?”

She stared at him from the ground for a moment, then poured. “I guess there’s no reason to be jealous, if you don’t like me.”

(Name) scrambled to her feet before storming off to join Pakunoda on the other side of the room.

“Wow, she’s mad!”

Shalnark plopped down beside Feitan, watching as (Name) and Pakunoda chatted amongst each other.

“She’ll get over it. Not jealous.”

The blonde tilted his head. “Is that so? Then you don’t mind if I return her kiss?”

Feitan’s hand shot forward to grab Shalnark’s wrist.

“Don’t.”

Shalnark gave him a smile. “Why not? Is she your girlfriend or something?”

“She’s mine. That’s what she is.”

Feitan squeezed his wrist before letting go and walking towards Pakunoda and (Name).

Shalnark giggled to himself, bringing his bruised wrist to his face. ‘Oh he is SO jealous. Paku was right, it is kind of cute.’

(Name) turned when she felt a familiar presence behind her.

“Fei? Do you want something?”

The dark haired man pulled on her sleeve. She allowed him to tug her away from Pakunoda, waving goodbye.

“Sorry.”

(Name) blinked. “It’s alright.”

He never apologized for anything, especially when it was a reaction to her teasing. (Name) leaned forward and placed a few kisses on his face.

“Was that enough kisses?”

He didn’t answer, continuing to pull her away as his cheeks turned red under his coat.

‘Never enough.’

—————

Chrollo cleared his throat, getting the attention of the entire Troupe.

“A chain user? He’s either a Manipulator or a Conjurer. Uvogin is a dominant fighter. But in a one-on-one fight, he is most vulnerable to those two categories.”

(Name) bit her lip. It was the exact thing she’d been worried about.

“Many Conjurer give special powers to the things they create. Some of those abilities could render Uvo helpless. And a Manipulator could manipulate Uvo himself.”

Shalnark cursed. “I should have tagged along! Damn!”

“If he fails to return by dawn, there will be a change in plans.”

(Name) held onto Feitan’s sleeve, trying not to cry.

‘He’ll be back. Like they said, Uvo is strong.’

Feitan turned and slipped his hand into hers. “Try not to worry. Will only make you upset.”

The man said that, but he too was beginning to worry. Uvogin was strong, yeah, but he never took this long to complete a mission.

“Oh (Name)!”

Hisoka jumped down from his ledge, approaching the pair slowly.

“What you want?” Feitan asked, pushing the girl behind him. Shalnark watched from close by.

“Oh, I just wanted to tell her that I saw one of her friends.”

(Name) perked up, peeking over Feitan’s shoulder. “One of my friends? Which one?”

He smiled a placed a finger over his lips. “The blonde.”

(Name) knew what his gesture meant. She shouldn’t say the name of her friends, at least Hisoka thought she shouldn’t. Feitan seemed to stiffen at the mention of her blonde friend.

‘The one she likes?’

“Oh, really? Does it seem like he’s been eating well? I’ve been worried about him.”

Hisoka shrugged. “I guess you could say that. He doesn’t look any different from the hunter exam.”

Feitan’s grip on (Name)’s arm tightened slightly. “That all you have to say?”

The magician chuckled. “No, of course not. I also wanted to ask a question.”

(Name) tilted her head, jumping back when she felt Hisoka’s aura turn murderous.

“Would you like to fight me, (Name)?”

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Playdate

(Graduation Gift Part 6)

Summary: (can be found on my masterlist under series) Natasha invites Wanda over to see you. When you’re left alone with Wanda, she makes good on a deal she made with Nat. >:)

A/N: So like. Listen. I know. I know. It’s been 2 years. I wrote this piece like a year ago. And this is NOT DONE. It’s NOT GREAT. Y’all voted for the rough edges version. Maybe I’ll edit or polish it later on. Also. I was getting a little gratuitous with Wanda using too many petnames and so I’ve used A SINGULAR PRONOUN for the first time in this series’ history. If I find a way to change it later to remove it I will. It’s they, by the way.

WC: 2.9k (wtf??)

CW: 18+ only, minors dni; series is dark but this is only mildly dark; reader is being kept in Nat's basement but they're like. fine with it??; smut; mommy milkers make mommy milk; cgl themes; sharing partners; dubcon; Wanda uses her powers to manipulate reader; mean Wanda (but only a little, as a treat); Wanda calls reader mutt, pup, etc; threesome; oral (R receiving); Wanda uses magic sexually on reader; no proper ending, sorry

“Baby, mommy needs to talk to you,” Natasha says, muting the TV. You turn to look at her expectantly, face as angelic as ever. She smiles. “Good baby. Now, mommy wants to have a friend of hers over,” she says.

“Upstairs?” you ask, confused. She’s had people over to the house for meetings before—why is she asking you?

“No baby, downstairs, in here,” she says, opening her arms for you to come sit on her lap. You do so, searching for comfort as the idea causes unease. “Oh, baby, it’s okay, don’t worry. She’s very nice.”

“But…” you fiddle with the hem of her shirt for a moment before bringing your thumb to your mouth and looking down.

“She already knows about you, baby,” she practically reads your mind. “She’s the one that helped mommy start making milk for you,” she hums.

“Someone knows?” you’re surprised and… something else you can’t quite put your finger on.

“Yes, baby. My best friend Wanda. We work together and she helps make it so I can stay home with you,” she taps the end of your nose, earning a small smile. “You know mommy doesn’t want to keep you down here all alone and locked up forever, don’t you?” she asks. It’s only half-true, but you nod anyways. “This is how we start, okay?” you nod again.

—

“Baby, I’m here with Wanda!” you hear Natasha’s voice as the lock clicks and the door opens. You get up on your knees at the end of the bed and wait for her with your arms up.

“Mommy!” you greet her with a happy exclamation. She chuckles and goes to help you out of the bed, but you cling to her instead, hiding your face from the brunette standing near.

“Aww, feeling a bit shy, are we?” Wanda’s voice is kind enough as she reaches out, patting your back gently. You flinch a little and Natasha instantly hushes you, rubbing your back where Wanda had touched you to soothe you.

“We’re just a little nervous,” Natasha says for you. “It’s been a long time since you’ve seen anybody but mommy, huh?” she asks. You nod against her.

She carries you over to the couch and sits with you on her lap, Wanda sitting on the other end. Natasha turns your head to face her and you examine your guest with your eyes, deep in thought. You notice she’s holding a stuffed animal in your favorite color. She sees your eyes land on it and smiles warmly.

“Hi there,” she says. “Your mommy said this was your favorite color,” you nod to confirm. “I thought it might be nice for you to hold,” she holds it out to you and you look to Natasha, who nods, before taking it. You pull it close, finally unwrapping yourself a little from Natasha.

“That’s so precious!” Natasha says, looking at the toy in your hands. “What do we say, baby?”

“Thank you,” you say shyly, unable to meet her eye. She smiles anyways.

“I’m glad you like it,” she says. “You gonna give it a name?”

“He’s gonna be called Dots,” you say, running your hand over the bumpy dotted texture of the toy’s fur.

“Dots. That’s a good name,” she says. You smile a little. “I know you’ve been down here for awhile with just you and mommy, right?” she asks. You nod. “What do you like to do together?”

“Um… I like it when we watch cartoons or play with my toys together,” you say slowly. “Mommy makes the best voices for my toys,” you smile. “And I like bath time, too, or when mommy lets me do her makeup. We do all sorts of stuff,” you tell her, smiling at Natasha, who brushes some hair out of your face.

“That sounds awesome, little one,” Wanda says. The petname sounds nice from her lips, making you smile bashfully.

The conversation drifts slowly to the two of them talking about work, occasionally making jokes to include you. You eventually grow comfortable enough to uncurl from your tiny ball on Natasha’s lap to sitting on her normally, playing with Dots and half-listening.

“You okay, Natty?” Wanda asks, and you look to your mommy to see her shifting a little.

“Yeah, don’t worry. Looks like we’re just a little late for milkies time,” she looks at you. “Feeling hungry, little baby?” she asks. You nod; you’ve been ignoring it in the hopes that Wanda would leave before it got unbearable. “Come on then,” she unbuttons her shirt some and unclips her bra on one side.

“But mommy—“ you glance at Wanda.

“It’s okay, baby. Don’t you trust mommy?” she asks. You nod slowly and let her guide you into position, your legs ending up on Wanda’s lap, who gently rubs her thumb on your shin. You squirm a little.

“Behave, baby. Don’t you want mommy’s milkies?” she asks. You nod, cheeks flushed. “Then be good,” she says firmly, guiding your head to her chest. You latch on a little less eagerly than usual, trying to ignore Wanda’s presence and touch. It’s easier with Natasha running her fingers through your hair, humming softly, but not so much as you feel Wanda’s eyes on the two of you like a hawk.

You’re inevitably slipping down into your uninhibited littlespace by the time you switch to her other side, grunting gently when the milk doesn’t flow at first and grabbing onto Natasha. She chuckles and hushes you, adjusting herself to help you in your efforts.

“Easy now,” she soothes.

“How precious,” Wanda coos gently, reaching over to brush your hair out of the way so she can see you better. You can’t flinch without letting go of Natasha’s chest, so you let it happen. She takes the liberty and strokes the back of her finger down your cheek softly.

“Isn’t my baby just the sweetest thing?” Natasha brags, “Come closer, Wans, it’s alright. A lot tamer with your mommy’s milk in you, hm?” Natasha speaks the last part to you as she pats the cushion next to her for Wanda to sit. They both move you as needed for her to get closer, your butt now in the virtual stranger’s lap and her arm resting on your stomach. You whine and look up at Natasha, about to pull away to protest.

“It’s okay, baby, you’re doing a good job,” Natasha holds you fast against her with a gentle hand and even gentler praises. “You trust me, and I trust Wanda. You’re okay. Just drink your milkies,” she placates you easily. You settle back into an edgy comfort and let yourself be held, trying to stay in your big headspace and failing miserably.

“That’s a good baby,” Natasha says as she both sees and feels the resistance leave you. When you finally pull off, she smiles at the little dribble on your chin and wipes it with her thumb before pressing it into your mouth. “Mommy’s got you,” she assures you as your eyes half-close, sucking on her thumb automatically. She coos softly at you.

“Such a good baby,” Wanda muses as she looks on.

“That’s right,” Natasha says proudly, making you blush a little. “See little one, Wanda’s not so scary, is she?” she asks you sweetly. You nod a little bit, earning a satisfied hum. “That’s my baby.”

“My mommy,” you say around her thumb, reaching up to touch her face. Her heart melts at the gesture and she leans down to kiss your forehead.

The tender moment is interrupted as Natasha’s phone rings. She pulls it out of her pocket, looks at it a moment, and then sighs deeply.

“I have to take this,” she says with reluctance. “Go to Wanda, baby,” Natasha pushes you fully into her friend’s lap despite your whimpering protests. Wanda’s arms wrap around you easily and hold you to her as you wiggle, reaching for your mommy to no avail.

“I’ll be as quick as I can, baby,” Natasha assures you, tilting your chin up and kissing you before going upstairs. You look at Wanda with wide eyes in silence for a moment.

“It’s alright, don’t worry,” Wanda speaks first. “Your mommy will be back soon, and she’s only upstairs at any rate.”

You keep staring at her mutely.

“This must be pretty new and scary, huh? And I can tell you’re feeling pretty little, too. But don’t worry, I’ve got you,” she says, voice warm and soothing. “Do you want to watch some cartoons? I know you like that,” she suggests. You nod. “Okay, cartoons it is,” she reaches for the remote and turns on the TV.

You ease considerably with the cartoons on, sucking on your thumb and cuddling Dots close. Wanda holds you and watches passively, wondering what’s taken Nat away so suddenly. She’s so excited to finally be meeting you, too, but trying not to scare you off with her eagerness.

“Want mommy,” you mumble after awhile. It’s rare for Natasha to leave you when you’re in your littlespace, and you are very much disliking it.

“I know, little one. I’m sure she’ll be back just as quick as she can. It won’t be long now,” Wanda assures you once again. She pulls out her own phone to shoot Natasha a text. It has been awhile…

Only about a bit more now. How’s my little baby? she responds.

Missing you, but mostly okay. We’re watching cartoons. I don’t know how long it’ll last though… Wanda informs her

What we talked about before is still on the table. Wanda glances up at you, oblivious, then looks down again.

Are you sure it won’t mess everything up? I haven’t made much headway in the trust department…

It’ll be fine, Wans. My dumb little baby can’t resist feeling good. Natasha’s words make Wanda go red and she shoots another glance at you. Luckily, you’ve still yet to notice.

Alright then. See you soon.

Wanda puts her phone away and turns her attention back to you. You’re babbling to Dots and pointing to the TV, as if trying to explain it to him. It’s absolutely adorable. Wanda watches sneakily, not wanting to interrupt and ruin the moment of pure innocence and cuteness.

“Right mommy—“ when you turn and remember it’s Wanda, not your mommy, who’s holding you, your bottom lip begins to tremble.

“Oh, no no no, baby, it’s okay, don’t cry little one,” Wanda rushes to soothe you, holding you closer and rocking you a little bit. “It’s okay, she’ll be back in just a few minutes, she told me so,” she tells you. You calm a tiny bit at that. “She even told me what to do while we wait for her.”

“R-really?” you sniff.

“Mhm,” Wanda hums, one hand coming down to rest on your tummy.

“What’d she say?” you ask, squirming on her lap a little. You’re feeling tingly, like how Natasha often makes you feel.

“Well, she said she worried your pretty parts might need some attention, and she said I can help you, since you’re just a little baby who doesn’t know how,” Wanda tells you soothingly.

“M-mommy said that?” you ask, trying to ignore the growing sensations in your lower half.

“Yup. She cares about you being comfortable and happy so much that she said I can help you instead of her,” Wanda says with a smile. “Isn’t that nice of her? You’re lucky, little one.”

“Mhm, mommy’s nice,” you say, struggling to put together the logical thoughts in your head that would can tell you what’s going on here.

“Aw, don’t think too much, little one,” Wanda coos, her other hand coming o to the side of your head and stroking your temple. As she smooths the hair there, it feels like she’s smoothing your thoughts, too. Little do you know she really is, but she figures what you don’t know won’t hurt you, right?

“When’s mommy coming back? I need her,” you say, a little dazed.

“Why’s that, precious?” she asks sweetly.

“I’m at all tingly. I don’t like it,” you squirm.

“I can help with that, little one,” her voice is like honey. “Just relax for me, okay? Wanda’s se gonna take care of you,” shepulls down your shorts and underwear, exposing your sensitive area to the air. You whine a little.like

“‘s cold,” you complain.

“I’ve got you,” soon Wanda’s warm hand has moved from your tummy down to cup your mound, quieting you. She reaches down further and starts slowly encircling your most sensitive bundle of nerves, making you sigh softly in relief. Something starts to poke at your entrance but you don’t know what.

“What’s that?” you ask, looking down. You see the hand between your legs encircled with glowing red tendrils.

“It’s alright, little one. It’s just magic, like I used on your mommy before. It’s perfectly safe. And it’ll feel really good,” she says, slowly filling your hole. You whimper softly at the stretch as her fingers continue to work your clit. “How’s that?”

“Good,” you breathe, opening your legs more. She smiles.

“That’s a good little baby, spread those legs nice and wide for me,” you heed her suggestion, letting them fall open to give her more access. “Perfect.”

She gracefully works up to a rhythm that has you whimpering softly with each thrust, clutching tightly to Dots. The hand at your temple moves down, allowing her thumb to play at your lower lip. You open your mouth eagerly, wanting to take it into your mouth, but she doesn’t let you. She simply teases your lip while your mouth hangs open, panting heavily.

“So damn precious,” she says, her voice husky. She leans over to see your hole clenching around red-tinted nothingness and bites her lip. “Feeling good, little one?”

“S-so good, Wanda,” you stutter, twisting and panting.

“Look at you, panting like a little doggie. Is that what you are? Are you a dumb little pup for me?”

“I-I-“ you don’t know how to react. Her words are nothing like Natasha’s, but they’re making your body feel the same way. You give a small whimper of confusion.

“Aw, too dumb to even know what you are,” she says with mock sympathy. “It’s okay, good puppies like you don’t need to think, just let me do it for you for now,” her voice is soft again.

“I-I can’t-“ you gasp, somehow feeling overstimulated before you’ve even had a single orgasm.

“You can. Be a good pup for me,” she encourages sweetly.

The door opens and you both look over to see Natasha at the door, who grins at the sight before her. She quickly comes to your side, smiling at Wanda and exchanging a few looks before looking down at you. She smooths some hair out of your face.

“Mommy!” you whine loudly, one hand leaving Dots to clutch at hers. You hold it to your sweaty face, her touch cooling, and whimper as you lean into it.

“Aww, looks like you and Wanda are getting along just fine,” she says. “You’re being such a good baby for Mommy’s friend. Do you feel good?”

“Yes mommy, feels so good, so good—can’t th-th-“ you whine desperately.

“Dumb little mutt can’t handle what I’ve got to give,” Wanda chides. “But they’re trying nonetheless,” she shifts you around on her lap so Natasha has an unobstructed view of your cunt as she uses her powers to press into your every crevice.

“Isn’t that a sight,” she breaths softly, getting her face in close. “Move your finger. I wanna taste my baby,” she instructs. Wanda obliges, focusing fully on her magic while Natasha begins licking and sucking at your clit harshly.

“Mommy!” you cry out. “Mommy, Wanda, I can’t, I can’t—“

“You’ll take what’s given to you like the good little slut you are,” Wanda cuts you off firmly, a particularly hard thrust punctuating it. “If you come nice and pretty for us, maybe we’ll be nice and give you a rest,” she says. You glance down to Natasha between your legs.

“Yes, baby, you can come. Come for us, all over me,” she pauses to say before diving back in.

It feels like her and Wanda have just increased their efforts by tenfold, making you cry out even louder than before, tongue hanging out as you pant heavily. It’s all too much—you can’t last much longer like this.

“Please!” you whine.

“Come on, you can do it baby,” Wanda says softly, encouraging you over the edge. “Be good and make a mess for us.”

The coil in your body snaps at that and your back arches as you scream, lifting your torso up off of Wanda’s lap as your hips buck.

“That’s it, that’s it baby, so good for us, for mommy and Wanda,” Natasha is your beside you in seconds, kissing your face and rubbing your tummy soothingly. You whimper softly at her kisses and your body calms down enough to return to Wanda’s lap. She too is praising you, petting your head in reassurance. Tears brim in your eyes and threaten to fall, but Natasha catches them.

“It’s okay baby, mommy’s got you now, we both do,” Natasha soothes. “You’re alright now, you did so good.”

“Did good?” you repeat hazily.

“So good,” Wanda confirms.

to be continued…

And that’s it, I’m sorry. If I don’t post it right now as it is I’m just not going to do it again.

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