#i just caught a tiny one and tried to release it but it won’t leave !!!! get out of my cup pls !!!!!!!!

[bleachbyatch-blog]

Do it like daddy

Summary: Shoto tries his best to help you finish. When Endeavor catches you two, he offers to help. (Takes place after graduation, so everyone is 18+)

CW: Explicit sexual content, Rough oral sex (f and m receiving), breeding kink, threesome, incestual themes? (Shoto and Endeavor don't do anything with each other, the focus is on you), Dubcon at one brief point

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

This is my first fic on tumblr, so if you're reading this, please be gentle!

“Let me try again, please.” Shoto asked you, his eyes so sweetly earnest.

“What now? Here?” You were finishing up your sidekick work at the Endeavor agency.

“Why not? It’s late, we’re probably the last two here.” You chewed on your lip, thinking about how badly you wanted a release, one that had evaded you for a long time. 

“I dunno, Sho. If we get caught-”

“We won’t get caught if you’re quiet.” He toyed with the hem of your costume’s skirt and brushed his cool fingertips over the soft skin of your inner thigh.

“Ok, but don’t be upset if I can’t finish.” 

***

Endeavor’s flames burned lazily from where he sat at his desk, his whole body exhausted from another day of hero work. He scrubbed a hand over his face, and realized how badly he needed to shave. The rest of the paperwork could wait until morning, he decided. So, he gathered his stuff and began making his way out of the building. He was just about to leave when he swore he heard a tiny whimper from somewhere deeper in the building. 

“Dammit.” He headed in the direction of the noise to investigate. The building was usually empty by that time of night, but the soft sobs persisted, getting louder with every step he took. Endeavor rounded the corner to the sidekick’s office, when he stopped short in the shadows. His brain must have been short-circuiting (maybe the flames finally cooked it?) Spread out on the closest desk before him was you, one of his sidekicks. And down bobbing his head between your legs was his youngest son, Shoto. 

“Shoto, please..” You panted out, your muscles clenching, trying to help your orgasm along.

Endeavor couldn’t help himself, he palmed his suddenly agonizingly hard cock through his costume. He’d always had a soft spot for you and deep down he knew it was because he was attracted to you. He always loved how your soft and shy demeanor hid your immense raw power. He loved how you smiled at him even when he didn’t deserve it. He wanted you, and apparently his son wanted you in the exact same way. A sort of gross jealousy made his flames crackle a little, seeing his son have another opportunity that he himself would never get. 

“Shotoooooo.” You were practically wailing, your exposed breasts heaving with frustration. “Please, I’m close.” You were close to tears, feeling your orgasm build but never break was a special kind of torture that you could never get used to. Shoto worked his tongue eagerly over your softness, encouraged by your words. In his excitement, his rhythm faltered a little and you couldn’t help but groan in disappointment. 

“I’m sorry.” He sighed, hiding his face in your thigh. “I didn’t mean to.” He looked up at you self-consciously, his mouth and chin dripping with your wetness. That sight almost made up for the ruined orgasm. Almost.

“It’s not your fault.” You sighed. “It’s impossible.” You held your face in your hands, trying to hide just how upset you were from him.

“Hey,” he said, pulling your hands away to cradle your face to his chest. “I’ll go all night if I have to.” It was a promise, determination flashed brightly in his eyes.

“You want me to finish her off for you?” Endeavor’s deep voice startled the two of you from the shadows. “I don’t want you to be here all night.” You reached for your costume to cover yourself, but it must have fallen behind the desk. Endeavor finally emerged from the darkness. His eyes raked across your flesh and you burned. Burned with embarrassment of getting caught and the shame of liking it. 

“Dad!” Shoto cried out, wiping his face on his sleeve and stepping in to shield you. Shoto processed his father’s words for a moment before realizing what he actually said. “What the fuck? No, I don’t want you to finish her.” 

“But I could teach you how.” Endeavor offered, his words ringing filthily in everyone’s ears. Shoto froze in place and remained silent for a moment. He couldn’t possibly be thinking about it, could he? You thought, a wicked sort of anticipation coursing through you. Shoto finally glanced back at your trembling form, his eyes conflicted. 

“If you mean that, if you swear you can make her cum, then go ahead.” Shoto conceded, never taking his eyes off yours. 

“What?” You chime in dumbly. “What is happening?” 

Endeavor approached you where you were still perched on the desk. “Open your legs for me.” It was a command, but his voice was softer than normal, almost tender even. It made you want to obey. With a shaky breath, you parted your thighs, revealing the most intimate parts of yourself to the number 1 hero. To your lover’s father. 

“I’m glad to know you’re doing something right, Shoto.” Endeavor chuckled, running a long finger between the throbbing soaked mess of your folds. “Or are you just that desperate for it, (Y/N)?” You choked out a gasp as he brought his thumb down roughly on your sore clit. “Answer me when I speak to you.” He reached his other hand to grasp under your chin, his fingers prodding painfully at your jaw. 

“O-okay.” You were beyond nervous. You had always been intimidated by Shoto’s father, even after you joined his hero agency. And the prospect of him making you cum…had you in shambles. 

“Are you a desperate little slut?” Endeavor asked again. 

“Don’t call her names.” Shoto warned from his spot beside the desk. Endeavor slipped the tip of his finger up to probe at your entrance, swirling it around your hole.

“I can’t help it, listen to how needy she’s being.” 

“Mhmmm-” Was the best response you could give while your pussy was being teased so ruthlessly. Endeavor chuckled darkly at your red hot face before kneeling down between your legs. His tongue took up Shoto’s work lapping around your clit as he slid his finger in deeper between your wet walls. “Aaahh.” You cried out, pulling your heels up onto the desk to give Endeavor better access. 

“What a good girl.” Endeavor praised between slow passes at your trembling bud. “Have you ever had an orgasm before?” You shook your head, embarrassed. “If you want me to make you cum, say my name.” He took an absolutely sinful amount of pleasure tasting you, waiting to hear his name fall from your lips. 

“En-endeavor.” You squeaked out pitifully through your heaving breaths. 

“No.” He ripped his mouth away and retracted his finger leaving you untouched and aching. “My name. Enji.” He corrected sternly. You glanced over at Shoto, seeking permission for something that felt so impossibly filthy, you would be shocked if he granted it to you. “Don’t look at him. Right now, you’re mine.”

“Okay…Enji.” With a satisfied smirk, Endeavor continued his tantalizing treatment of your puffy pussy, building up that pressure in your core slowly. He added a second finger to better caress your insides, pushing up on your front wall until he’d pinpointed your softest, spongiest spot. “Oh god.” You felt an odd sensation, like you were going to come undone. Be unmade by his too-big fingers in your tight cunt. Melt beneath his fiery lips until you were reduced to a puddle wetting every surface of the desk. 

Your legs shook uncontrollably, Endeavor used his free hand to keep you in place. Your walls contracted around his fingers and he pushed back against them, targeting that precious spot until you were babbling his name frantically. White hot liquid splashed out around his fingers and coated his face and beard as your lungs let out one last cry, your very first orgasm wracking through your entire body. You fell back against the desk, seeing stars and trying to remember how to breathe. 

“(Y/N).” You felt the hair being brushed back from your damp forehead. “(Y/N) did you finish?” Shoto asked quietly. 

“Of course she did.” Endeavor said, tasting your remaining sweetness on his lips. “And she’s not done. Come here.” He motioned for Shoto to join him between your legs. Shoto hesitated for a moment before giving into his desire to make you cum no matter what. “Slip your index finger into her.” Shoto did, moaning at how soft and pliant his dad had made you. 

“Wait-” You choked out. “I’m still coming down.” 

Endeavor ignored you and added his own finger under Shoto’s and guided his son’s finger to your g-spot. “Do you feel that? How it feels different?” He coaxed Shoto’s fingers into a soft stroking motion, earning a loud moan from you. 

“Yes.” Shoto’s voice grew excited as he took over the motion on his own. 

“Now take your thumb and put it here.” Your clit pulsed painfully from the overstimulation. “Use gentle pressure when you’re rubbing it. She doesn’t need a lot to turn into a sloppy little mess.”

You looked up to both sets of eyes fixated on you, watching you writhe beneath their fingers. They could see everything from that angle, the way your greedy pussy sucked them in, the way your face would contort when you came a second time. 

“Sho…I can’t. Not again. Not like this.” You reached out to stop their hands.

“Do I need to hold you down?” Endeavor threatened with a sharp little smack to your thigh. 

“N-no, Enji.” Shoto’s finger halted inside you, unsure of what to do.

“Keep going Shoto, we’ll have her cumming in no time.” They resumed, but Endeavor switched up his rhythm to be opposite of Shoto’s, scissoring your little hole open as lewd squelching sounds filled the office. True to Endeavor’s words, after just a few moments you felt yourself on the edge of your second orgasm. You keened wildly and your vision blurred until your hole finished pulsing around their sopping fingers.     

“She didn’t squirt.” Shoto said, disappointment clear in his voice.

“That’ll take some practice.” His father chuckled before shucking off his hero costume, standing fully naked. 

“What are you doing?” Shoto asked warily.

“She’s not done until she cums on my cock.” 

“Absolutely not. You don’t get to fuck her.” The wetness on Shoto’s fingers frosted over as his quirk activated. 

“Do you want my cock, (Y/N)?” You looked down at his massive dick, its pulsing red tip leaking a long string of precum down to the floor. It terrified you, you had never taken anything so big…but the sight also made your cunt spasm with need.

“I’m sorry Sho.” You whined out. “I want it. Can I please?” Shoto averted his eyes, he didn’t think he could watch, but he wasn’t in the habit of denying you things you wanted. 

“Get it wet for me.” Endeavor guided you to your knees in front of him, his length bobbing in front of your face. You flicked your tongue curiously over the saltiness of his slit before suctioning the head between your lips. He threw his head back with a groan. You couldn’t fit much more of his length down your throat, so you settled from licking up the shaft, messily coating it in saliva. 

“Such a good girl.” Endeavor murmured before hauling you back up into your position on the desk. “Do you want it like this?” He slid his tip up to your entrance, pushing it past the first ring of muscle. “Or do you want me to flip you over and take you from behind?” 

“Ummm…” You hummed out dumbly. The sight of Endeavor’s cock penetrating you was making you lust drunk. 

“Guess it’s my choice.” He said gruffly before spinning you around and pressing your tits to the cool metal of the desk. Your pussy strained against his veiny shaft as he pressed deeper into you. It was heavy and hotter than you imagined, flames licked up your insides, opening the path for his cock. 

Shoto approached you from the other side of the desk despite his better judgment. His fist pumped his cock agitatedly. “Will you open?” He asks you shyly. You oblige him, feeling his veins slide onto your tongue. You give him a few exhausted bobs before he knots his hands in your hair and takes control, fucking your face harder than he ever had before. Not to be outdone, Endeavor continued to split you open, setting a pace that would surely bruise your insides. 

“Show me what a good girl you are and take it all, ok?” Endeavor grunted as he stuffed your pussy so full you were screaming around Shoto’s cock. Your poor little walls fluttered weakly against him, trying to push him out. 

“Ennnjiiii. Can’t.” Your words were so muffled he either couldn’t hear you or didn’t care. And just like that you were snapping once more, creaminess coating the base of Endeavor’s cock and dripping down to soil the discarded documents on the floor. 

“There you go.” Endeavor stroked your back as you cried through the final few waves of pleasure. “Gonna fill you to the brim with my cum.” 

“The fuck you will.” Shoto growled, his thrusting was erratic as he hit the back of your throat wickedly. The head of his cock was nestled down to deposit his own semen deep into you. 

“Are you going to quit fucking her throat to stop me?” Endeavor’s pace turned animalistic, his hands crushing the delicate skin of your hips as he forced you back even farther until his cock was punching your cervix. All Shoto could do was groan in response as his dick twitched and released his load. His hot cum dripped down your sore throat as Endeavor pummeled you from behind once, twice, three times more and was spurting his fiery seed inside your womb.

You were burning at each end. They had used up all of you, you couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. 

“Are you fucking breeding her?” Your lover’s angry voice brought you back down to reality and you realized his father hadn’t pulled out yet. 

“You relinquished this pretty pussy to me, I’ll do what I want with it.” Endeavor said finally, planting a messy kiss on the column of your spine.

#my hero academia #todoroki x f!reader #endeavor x f!reader #not safe fw #mha smut #not safe for minors #mha x reader #boku no hero academia #todoroki x you #endeavor x you #mha x y/n #shoto todoroki #enji todoroki

[seraph-of-sizes]

omg thank you so much for the g/t lyney headcanons🥹! I was dying for g/t stuff with the new fontaine cast😔. I wanted to ask how you think lyney would react to meeting a borrower for the first time?

Like maybe he doesn’t know borrowers exist till he sees one running across his desk after a performance or they get stuck in one of his magic tricks…do with that what you may.

(can you tell im a lyney main suffering from lyney brain rot😭)

I love to write the Fontaine sibling so much, they're my kids <3. Feel free to send me more Lyney requests anytime :D

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Lyney had believed he had seen it all, but nothing could have prepared him for the tiny creature Rosseland had plopped down on the desk in front of him.

The Grin-Malkin cat, true to his nature, had a wide Chesire grin as he sat proudly over whatever unfortunate creature he had decided to leave as “food” for him or Lynette. He still wasn’t as good with cat-mannerisms as his sister.

“What did the cat drag in this time?” He sighed, walking over to his desk to inspect the poor creature. As he got closer his brow furrowed. For one, it was moving, and two it looked like a tiny human… not a rodent.

He watched the creature closely, only for his eyes to widen as they began to frantically back away from him, closer to the edge of the desk-

“Careful!” He sighed as he caught the tiny creature…person? “That would have been a painful drop.” He inspected the being closer only to freeze as he noticed they were hyperventilating. He couldn't have that! “Hey..it’s alright. I didn’t mean to frighten you. Here.”

He gently set the being back onto the table, shooing Rosseland away. “Now I do fear that we have gotten off on the wrong foot…well hand? Hm. Anyhow,” He sighed. “I apologize for Rosseland, he’s quite the trickster, though he never harms innocent creatures. Ask my dear sister, we’ve had to carefully release so many mice.”

“P-please just let me go…” He nodded immediately. 

“Of course, I never intended to keep you here. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt.” Lyney glanced at the table and winced. “Let me move you to the floor at least, I’d feel absolutely horrible if I let you try and climb all of that way on your own.”

The tiny person glanced between him and the edge of the table, slowly patting themselves as if looking for something, only to grimace as they didn't find what they were looking for. They looked back up at him in slight terror. “I…is there…another way?” They seemed to swallow and fidget with their hands as they avoided his eyes.

Lyney bit his lip as he tried to think of another way for the tiny person to get out of this predicament. “I could drag some pillows and blankets over that you could jump into?”

The tiny person began to nod before they glanced to the side and went pale. Lyney turned and sighed as he saw Rosseland staring at the tiny person intently. 

“Darn cat.” He shook his head. “I’ll make it quick I promise, then I’ll grab Rosseland so he won’t get you again.”

“D-deal.” The tiny stuttered, nodding frantically.

“Alright.” Lyney, glad he was well suited for handling fragile things with ease, quickly grabbed the tiny person and whisked them onto the floor before leaning up and grabbing the mid-pounce Grin-Malkin Cat. He then took several steps back and watched the tiny person sprint away.

“I’m Lyney by the way.” He said as an afterthought as he struggled to keep his hold on the cat in his arms.

He almost thought the little person hadn’t heard him, but a short turn and a wave was given before they darted into a small crack in one of the countertop’s trims.

“Bad cat.” He huffed, gently ruffling his fur, earning a soft hiss and a paw smack.

#genshin g/t #genshin impact g/t #g/t #g/t writing #blurby request #giant!lyney

[claudeng80]

Caught (Childhood Friends/Pokemon AU)

The sun is just coming up, the castle spires of Tanbarun casting long shadows across the river. Nanaki yawns, because it was not his idea to be up this early, but Cubone has enough energy for the both of them. He chases Oddish in circles, over and under a fallen log in a game Nanaki is far too sleepy to make sense of.

There’s a flat spot on the log just big enough for him, and there’s plenty of time for a nap- 

“Are you going to help me or not?” The princess is too buried in a plant to put her hands on her hips, but the position is implied in the tone. He's heard it more than enough, before and after he left home, to mistake it for any other.

“You said I didn’t have to dig in the dirt, but you didn’t tell me what to do,” he says. “Guess that means I get to take a nap…” He pretends to close his eyes, watching her through his lashes as she wriggles back out of the bush.

“Please!” It’s not often she begs for help, and it startles his eyes right back open, gold meeting green for just a second before her gaze skitters away. He gets a great view of the stick tangled in her hair, more dirt than red at the moment, and Shirayuki points up into a tree. “The fruit. Up there. I need some for this recipe.”

“Potions aren’t that expensive at the store. I don’t see why you don’t like them.”

“It’s not that I don’t like them-” She avoids his eyes again. “It’s just good to have options and save money for emergencies. And maybe if I keep studying, I can make something even better-”

“Like a max-potion?”

“Nanaki…” He tries not to grin, but she is too cute when she whines. “Will you get me the fruit already?”

The tree’s barely even a challenge. He swings up to the first branch, easy as climbing stairs, and sticks the first one he can reach into his pocket. “You could have just climbed up here yourself. You’re taller than you were when you got here.”

Her voice is a little muffled as she dives back into her plant, looking for something underground. “Um, I don’t know how to climb trees.”

***

The night is quiet, not even the rustle of a leaf breaking the stillness. Obi adjusts the scarf around his face and watches the light from the fire die down to nothing. If the redheaded girl doesn’t get her gym badge, she’s going to stay here when the others move on. She’s stubborn; nobody who makes it this far isn’t.

But without her pokemon, there won’t be much she can do.

The prince, the source of all the problems, sleeps closest to the fire. He’s got a sword laid across the grass at his fingertips; it would bring a pretty penny too, if Obi had enough hands for it. But he’s here for a particular job, and sum he’s owed for it will cover that and more.

The older grass-haired boy and the blonde girl don’t twitch as Obi sneaks past them. The noble who hired him insisted they were guards, keeping harm from coming to the prince, but so far he’s not very impressed with their vigilance. He can’t resist a little dance step, right there in the middle of their camp, and nobody is awake to notice.

Immediately he feels a bit silly. He should get this over with and get out of here. He’ll drop off her pokemon at some center where she’ll never think to look. They’ll be taken care of, then either get adopted or released, whatever’s best for them. Nobody’s going to get hurt and he’s going to be rich.

The girl might have gone to sleep holding the strap of her bag, but her hand’s drifted away to the edge of her blanket. He just needs to support the bag so the balls don’t rattle and that will be that, she can’t possibly go on without any of her companions. Silently he pulls on the strap to slide the bag away from her grip, then gently starts to lift it from the grass-

“ODD!” Beyond the first circle of light, a tiny patch of leaves waggles in alarm. He’s been careless not to check, because of course the four of them could only sleep with a nocturnal pokemon left on night watch.

Her eyes fly open with alarm, and he has to wonder if her Oddish hit him with a Charm without him noticing. Surely he would have known all along if it were her. If he’d known-

No, he doesn’t lie to himself. perhaps he suspected all along, but hunger is a powerful persuasion. He could never forget her. But he has to eat. He tightens his hand on the strap and yanks the whole bag up, no longer worrying about the noise. With Oddish shouting its leaves off, all he has left in his favor is their confusion. He’s got to run for it.

“Wait!” she shouts and flails, missing his fleeing heels by a mile. She never was fast, trailing along behind him. She’d get there long after he did, but she never gave up. It doesn’t help her here. “Oddish! Use Sweet Scent!”

He was always much better at the catching than at the training, himself. He’s still several steps from the cover of the forest before there’s a giant blow to his back, sending him tumbling into the leaves. Pokeballs fly everywhere.

Down in the leaves, Obi’s held down, then forcibly flipped. He’s outnumbered, there’s no getting around that, and they’re far better prepared than he was counting on. He lets himself go limp, and a hand tears off his scarf. A pale face snarls down at him, the prince too eager to let his guards do his dirty work. “Who are you?”

Obi doesn’t answer right away. He watches Shirayuki’s face, waiting for the moment she realizes what depths he’s sunk to, how her childhood friend she’d looked up to once is a fraud at heart. But she looks at him with no more than curiosity, and he doesn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed that a few inches of height and a few years of hunger are enough to make him someone new. Apparently never intending to quit lasted her no longer than it did him.

Or perhaps he never meant as much to her as she did to him. “Nobody important,” he says, forcing a grin onto his face.

#obiyukibingo23 #fanfic #childhood friends au

[hurtthemgently]

Tiny whumpee, capture, creepy/intimate whumper, non con kissing and touching, restraints, captivity

Masterlist

@whumpsday

This is the same whumper who has that immortal chained up in a cavern, and also has some undefined plant powers

—

Maze pulled against the vines wrapped around his wrists. Getting caught by a plant was not something he’d planned to happen today. In these gardens, it was quite possibly the worst thing that could happen to a pixie like him. at least from what he knew of its caregiver.

The more he struggled, the more the vines twisted and curled around him. He took a breath and held still, hoping the vines would stop. They slowed but held tight. Maybe he could slowly untangle them? He moved his hand to uncurl one of the vines, but it tightened around his arm.

He was well and truly trapped.

The vines that wrapped around his chest gradually constricted, making his breathing difficult. His vision blurred as he focused on getting enough air.

He gasped as the grip around him suddenly loosened, and the vines around his arms lifted him above the rest of the bramble.

“Well aren’t you just the cutest.”

His heart sunk upon hearing that voice. He looked up to see their hair, curly and wild, with leaves peeking in and out of the strands. And their eyes, dark and adoring, taking in every detail of him.

Maze started pulling and struggling when he felt the vines move to drop him in a basket, where the gardener held the lid ready to trap him

“Please- I— I won’t come back, if you let me go, I’ll— I’ll do anything-”

“Oh but you’re too adorable to release.” They fastened the button down on the basket and Maze curled in on himself, the weight of being captured wracking him with sobs

—

Briar opened the basket to see their new prize sound asleep, arms tucked to their chest. They scooped up the sleeping pixie, careful not to jostle and wake him.

They would need to get better housing for him, but for now a bowl full of soft cloth would have to make a suitable place for him to doze. They had the bowl sitting within sight of their workspace, so they could keep an eye on him while working.

Readjusting their glasses, they stepped over to an open alchemy book, going over the reagents one more time. They would need to thoroughly crush the dried dreamfoil root before adding it to the ichor.

They ground the pestle smoothly, subconsciously matching the rhythm to the pixies steady breathing.

—

Maze woke to the sound of a sparker, and the small woosh of a lighting fire. He scrambled to get away from the gardener, just across the room. They poured various ingredients into a small cauldron above a burner. As he backed away, his hands slid over the cloth, and he ended up tangled in it.

The gardener glanced over, their eyes lighting upon seeing him awake. “Well hello there sleepy head.”

He tried desperately, grabbing at the side of the bowl, to get away from their approach. He couldn’t help a small squeak as their hand wrapped around him.

“Have a nice nap?” They softly ruffled his hair with a finger, while he squirmed and panicked.

“Please” he gasped.

“Doesn’t quite look like it. Well, there’ll be more time for sleep later. I wanna get to know you.”

By this point the pixie had tears down his cheeks, and Briar set him down on their desk. “Awe, what’s got you so scared about?”

“Please don’t— I d-don’t want to-” he looked over at the cauldron, trembling.

“Wha- well of course you aren’t gonna be put in there.” They placed one hand on their hip and the other to their rested under their chin. “Darling, I’m not planning on using you for any kind of potion or concoction, you are way too adorable for that.”

The pixie gulped and looked up at his captor with wide eyes. He tried to shuffle away when they reached to pick him up again, but he was nowhere near quick enough to get away.

They raised him up, pressing a kiss to the whole side of his head.

Of course being kept as some kind of pet, like a pretty bird in a cage, was better than being boiled into a soup. But it was still a terrifying prospect.

Seeming to realize that he wouldn’t be able to say much in his current state, the gardener set him in a small cage hanging in the window.

Maze almost started laughing, exhausted and incredulous. A literal gilded cage. Instead he fell to the floor and cried until he couldn’t anymore

#intimate whumper #tiny whumpee #restraints tw #non con kiss

[sunshinyminho]

lose

⇢ pairing: han jisung (skz) x fem!reader

⇢ genre: angst, smut, the exes trope

⇢ summary: jisung always tells himself it’s the last time, but you both know that it won’t be.

⇢ word count: ~6.9k

⇢ rating: 18+

⇢ warnings: a n g s t, ex!bf jisung is still whipped for reader (it’s pretty toxic though), booty call (is that what it’s called still?), jisung has inner turmoil, felix is a supportive bestie, jisung is stubborn and doesn’t listen to reason, oral (m.), fingering, protected sex, tiny bit of dom!jisung comes out, reader is pinned down by their wrists for part of it, dirty talk, cursing, some choking, unresolved arguing, some crying, unrequited feelings (or are they…?)

⇢ release date: may 26, 2022

A/N: hi!! this is my first jisung fic…he was my wrecker for the longest time (pretty much since I started stanning in october of 2020, oops) but he recently became an ult a bias. so naturally, i wanted to write about him. it’s a sad one though - sorry in advance. (loosely inspired by wonho’s song lose)

It always started the same way.

You would send a text. Jisung would respond.

The place and time didn’t matter, just as long as you ended up together. And when it was over, Jisung promised every time it would never happen again.

How many of those promises had he broken over the last several months?

Jisung didn’t even know, and he was more disgusted with himself for coming back time and time again than he was with you for always instigating it.

Tonight was no exception. The familiar buzz of his phone as it sat on the table beside him briefly caught his attention.

Somehow he always knew when it would be you on the other end.

A quick look at the time. Just before 2 A.M.

Seemed a little early for you to call him up, he thought.

[you] 1:47 A.M.: come over

[you] 1:47 A.M.: i miss you

Jisung took a deep breath in order to collect his thoughts. Beside him, Felix noticed immediately, placing his game controller on the coffee table in front of them.

“Hey, you good?” Felix had paused the game they were playing, all attention now on Jisung.

He’d offered to come over earlier so they could have a movie/game night, and Jisung didn’t have it in him to refuse. Plus, he missed his friends and knew if there was one thing to cheer him up, it would be them.

He hadn’t expected you to text him, though, and that changed the course of everything.

“Yeah, no, don’t worry about it. Just a text.” He placed his phone face down on the table and gave Felix what he hoped was a sincere look. Felix frowned.

“A text? This late?”

Jisung let out a small sigh. “Yeah.”

“Who would do that- wait. Wait, no…don’t tell me.” Felix’s frown deepened and Jisung fidgeted on the couch.

“It’s her, isn’t it?”

Jisung’s silence spoke volumes in that moment.

Felix groaned with frustration as he leaned back into the couch, almost like he could sink in to it. “Ignore her. Please.”

“Just leave it alone,” Jisung was quick to dismiss, like he usually did.

All of his friends were obviously concerned for him and his propensity to be drawn to you, despite the fact you’d broken up months prior. But he tried to play it off each time to assuage their worry - and each time he failed miserably at it.

“Are you going to?”

Jisung looked over at Felix, eyebrow raised. “Am I going to what?”

“Leave it alone. Leave her alone. Even though she should be the one leaving you alone-”

“Dude, enough.” Jisung said it with finality. “I can take care of myself. I don’t need you and everyone else breathing down my neck about the decisions I choose to make.”

“We do it because we care about you, something she clearly knows nothing about.”

“Yeah, well…” Jisung trailed off and crossed his arms. He didn’t have it in him to argue with Felix-

-especially when he knew Felix was right.

The balance of feelings involved in your relationship with Jisung was wildly off kilter. He knew that.

He understood that the way he felt for you wasn’t reciprocated, that the sex and sentimentality you two shared now meant barely anything to you.

And if it did mean something, you were an expert at keeping those feelings hidden.

Jisung knew better than to be hopeful. But in those moments where you whispered to him as he held you in his arms, those moments where you kissed him softly and all that mattered was the way your lips moved perfectly against his-

In those moments, he’d let himself have a tiny bit of hope.

“Look, we all know this is a toxic relationship and it needs to stop. You guys are over with, done, no good for each other.” Felix took a breath, impacted by his own words. He hated being negative about things.

“And I know it hurts to hear that, but it’s true.”

Jisung was well aware. And when his friends were around, when there were other people who could hold his attention, it was so much easier to deny you.

It was nearly an hour later when Felix finally fell asleep that Jisung responded.

[jisung] 2:38 A.M.: no you don’t

The 3 dots at the bottom of the screen popped up immediately, and his heartbeat quickened at the sight of them.

He felt stupid.

[you] 2:38 A.M.: thought you’d be sleeping by now

[jisung] 2:39 A.M.: am i ever at this time of night?

He should stop responding. He should silence his phone, put it in a different room, stop using it altogether for the night.

He really should block your number.

But of course, he didn’t do any of that.

[you] 2:40 A.M.: no

[you] 2:40 A.M.: because you’re usually with me

Jisung ran a hand down his face before he looked over at Felix. He should follow the blonde’s lead, just fall asleep curled up on the couch next to a dear friend.

Felix was a bit of a hard sleeper. Jisung knew this from times he’d snuck out before.

Well, it was his apartment, so maybe sneaking out wasn’t the right term. With how it made him feel each time, though, it might as well have been.

Jisung sighed again before he typed out a response.

[jisung] 2:41 A.M.: what do you want?

He saw the 3 dots appear, disappear, then appear once more. This song and dance occurred a few more times before your responses came through.

[you] 2:42 A.M.: isn’t it obvious?

[you] 2:42 A.M.: i want you

“Fuck,” Jisung muttered under his breath, leaning his head back against the couch. He stared at the ceiling as he tried to will his body not to react to your words.

When he looked at his phone again, the message was still staring him in the face.

[jisung] 2:44 A.M.: stop lying to me

He really wasn’t making this any easier on himself.

[you] 2:44 A.M.: but i’m not

Jisung would fold any minute now, if past behavior was anything to go by.

[jisung] 2:45 A.M.: i don’t care

[you] 2:45 A.M.: stop lying to me

He walked right into that one.

Jisung’s leg bounced as he contemplated what to do. His brain told him one thing while his heart told him another, and your incoming texts did nothing to help with that.

[you] 2:45 A.M.: i know you want me

[you] 2:46 A.M.: you want this

[you] 2:46 A.M.: you never stopped

Jisung leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. He ruffled his hair as he looked down at the floor.

[jisung] 2:46 A.M.: you don’t know that

[jisung] 2:47 A.M.: you don’t know what i want

Apparently neither did he, as indecisive as he was.

[you] 2:47 A.M.: i always do

[you] 2:47 A.M.: and if you come over

[you] 2:48 A.M.: i can show you

The last of his resolve was crumbling.

You were pulling out all the stops tonight, saying everything you knew he wanted to hear - what you usually did on nights where he didn’t cave as easily.

[jisung] 2:48 A.M.: why are you trying so hard?

A genuine question. But that didn’t mean he’d get a genuine answer.

[you] 2:49 A.M.: because i need you

Jisung could feel his body heating up. He wanted you. He wanted you badly.

No matter how much he knew he shouldn’t, he craved you and your sweet words, longed for your touch.

After a few minutes of no response from either side, his phone lit up.

[you] 2:52 A.M.: you know i’ll leave you alone if you ask me to

He knew. You had before, on the rare occasions he didn’t give in.

You were persistent and incredibly persuasive when you wanted to have your way, but you wouldn’t force someone into something unwillingly. If he asked you to stop, you always did.

So far, he hadn’t asked you to do that tonight.

And right now, as fucked up as it was, he didn’t want to.

[jisung] 2:53 A.M.: i know

[you] 2:54 A.M.: so let me take care of you

[you] 2:54 A.M.: please?

The begging. That’s what always got him. Whether you were begging him to come over or begging him to fuck you until you couldn’t stand, your begging always made him weak.

With one final sigh, he typed his parting response.

[jisung] 2:55 A.M.: on my way

After a last glance at Felix’s peaceful, sleeping figure, Jisung stood up. He quietly gathered his jacket and car keys before making his exit, only looking behind himself once before he closed the door gently.

He drove in silence, thoughts running rampant and his heart beating fast.

His shame followed him the entire way to your place

You jumped on Jisung the second he stepped inside. It didn’t take much time for him to succumb to your advances, not when you knew how to kiss him just right and say whatever he wanted in that moment.

His hands had gripped at your waist with a newfound urgency once you pinned him against the door upon his entry, and the way it made you stutter into the kiss had his mind reeling.

So, naturally, it didn’t take him long to get hard; it never had taken long with you, anyway.

As soon as you’d noticed it, you sank to your knees, a song and dance you both knew too well. Jisung bit his lip when you looked up at him, smiling sweetly with those eyes that seemed to sparkle.

He had to look away when you wrapped a hand around him, leaning his head against the door.

“Missed you, Sungie,” you teased him, pumping him slowly. He swallowed hard, unable to stop your words from affecting him while he focused on how nice your hand felt.

“Stop talking,” he tried to say sternly. He didn’t need this from you, not tonight. The quicker he could get done with all this, the quicker he could go back home and try to forget.

“Hm? Why’s that?” You increased your pace and he groaned softly.

“You know why,” was his brilliant response.

You giggled and it made him fidget. Every little sound you made always did something to him.

“I do,” you continued, tone teasing and making him feel hot. “It’s because you don’t like it when I talk with my mouth full, right?”

He was about to respond, but you cut him off without a warning as you took his head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around before pulling off again.

The instant your lips wrapped fully around him, Jisung’s hands found their way to your hair. As his fingers intertwined with the strands his mind went blank, brain only focusing on how good you took him in.

You added to his suffering when you moaned around him, the vibrations causing him to twitch in your mouth. He could cum just like this, just finish and leave you to your own devices once it was said and done.

But Jisung had always been more of a giver than a taker, and as much as he was confused about where you two stood regarding your relationship, he knew one thing to be true. He could never leave you hanging like that and he wasn’t about to start now.

“Fuck,” he stuttered out, grip tightening the deeper you went. The moment you started choking around him he almost lost it completely.

You had to pull off for a moment, coughing as you did, but still stroking him so the pleasure wouldn’t fade. You looked up at him and it took everything he had to not blow it right there.

Jisung wanted you. He needed you.

And with the way you were looking at him, he almost let himself believe that you wanted him too.

He pulled you up, unable to wait any longer.

“Come here,” he urged when you were steady on your feet, pulling you closer by placing a hand on the back of your head. You met him halfway, lips molding together like you were made for each other. Your hands carded through his hair before you gave it a gentle tug, causing him to groan into the kiss.

“Fuck, I need you,” Jisung said it softly when he pulled away, forehead resting against yours.

His eyes were closed and you were invading all of his senses. Your touch, your presence, everything that was you was all he could think about.

“Can I have you?” He asked it with sincerity, already knowing what your answer would be, but never failing to ask regardless.

He opened his eyes in time to see you nod with eagerness, lips finding his again as he hoisted you up to wrap your legs around his waist.

The smooth skin of your thighs made him feel warm all over, it was like he still memorized how every part of you felt. When he placed you on the bed, the shirt you were wearing hiked up and he got a peek of what was underneath.

Nothing. You weren’t wearing anything, and the thought of you needy and waiting for him, ready for him while he drove to your place-

-it made him want to absolutely wreck you.

“C’mon, Ji,” you coaxed him when you caught him staring. “Don’t make me wait.”

His eyes darted up and he saw you smiling, the same smile that always made his heart do a flip.

But he should be angry at you, right? He shouldn’t care about how beautiful you looked and how weak one smile could make him.

This was just a quick fuck, nothing more. No strings attached, no pesky feelings, nothing other than two people who want to get each other off.

So, Jisung flipped his own switch. He’d mask those other feelings threatening to bubble up to the surface, like he typically did, and he’d give you what you want.

In a flash he discarded the rest of his clothing before he set one knee on the bed, causing it to dip under his movement. He tossed a condom packet to the side, where it was still within reach for when he’d need it.

“Shirt. Off.”

You looked puzzled for just a moment before you scrambled to follow his order, and the moment you were completely bare he moved.

He pinned your wrists above your head, mouth hovering over your own and as held eye contact. You let out a small gasp at the sudden movement, and he gave you a sickly sweet smirk.

“You drive me fucking insane, you know that?” He hissed as the grip around your wrists tightened and you let out a whimper. You didn’t make any of the sounds or say any of the words that meant ‘stop’ though, so he knew you liked this.

It had been a while since he’d gotten rough with you, probably since the first time this happened after the break up. Back then he had all these pent up emotions, the largest of which was longing, followed closely by anger and confusion.

Best way to release that tension? Fuck it out.

“Can’t think straight when I’m around you,” he continued, trailing his lips along your jawline. He pushed your wrists down into the bed gently before letting them go, his signal for you to keep them there. You obeyed, for once you didn’t decide to be a brat.

Jisung didn’t know what to do with this information but he decided not to dwell on it for too long.

He reached behind him to find the condom before he rolled it onto his length, but instead of lining himself up with you, he traced his fingers around your clit.

You jumped at the action, a soft moan escaping. He could feel how wet you already were, and he plunged two of his fingers inside you with no hesitation.

The feeling of him finally inside of you in some way made your back arch. The sight of you twisting in pleasure, but still keeping your wrists above your head, it made him almost lose it completely.

“Fuck, I can’t stand you,” he continued, setting a ruthless pace that had your sounds increasing in pitch. “Always so fucking needy, begging me to come over and ruin you.”

“Is that what you want?” His started talking louder and added his thumb to your clit, making you scream out. “Yeah? Want me to wreck you?”

“Yes, please” you cried out, and Jisung couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to feel you, he needed to fuck you, he needed you.

He removed his fingers much to your dismay, but within a few moments your whimpers of protest were replaced with moans of pleasure once again. He filled you up in one fluid motion, and there was nothing slow or gentle about the way he started pounding into you.

One hand held you down as he drilled into you, the other traveling upward until it was planted by your face. Jisung grasped the sheets, trying to anchor himself as he got lost in the feeling.

His eyes closed and moans started pouring out of his own mouth, unable to control himself because you felt so good around him, you always felt perfect, like you were made for him.

Of course, the fact that he was probably still very much in love with you had nothing to do with that, he was sure.

His eyes snapped open when he felt your hand close around his wrist that was beside your head, and he watched with wide eyes as you moved his hand. You placed it around your neck, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before releasing yours to put it back above your head.

“Please,” you begged and Jisung had to focus on anything but you for a moment or he’d cum on the spot. You were begging him - begging him to choke you, no less - and there was only so much the man could take.

He granted your wish though, applying just enough pressure and giving you that feeling that you always longed for in times like these, something he was happy to give you.

You once told him that it was something you’d never done with anyone before, and that you enjoyed it with him because he made you feel safe. You trusted him, more than you’d ever trusted anyone else.

How the fuck did everything go so wrong?

Jisung growled as he picked up his pace again, holding out for as long as possible because he wanted you to cum first. He wouldn’t be satisfied until you did, and he’d be damned if it happened in reverse order.

Did you have the capability to make him cum fast? Absolutely. Was he going to give into it this time?

Not a chance.

“You love this, don’t you?” Jisung follows up his question with a slight squeeze around your neck. The way you fluttered around him was all he needed as an answer.

“Sungie,” you called out for him, and the look in your eyes told him you wanted more. But not something rougher, just something more.

He released his hold on your neck and instead intertwined those fingers with your own above your head as he leaned down to kiss you. The kiss was messy, slow, and a complete contrast to the way he was fucking you.

Jisung thrusted into you like there was no time to spare, almost as if he was on a mission to make you cum in the shortest amount of time possible. But the way he kissed you, it was as if he had all the time in the world to share this moment with you.

And that was why he knew this couldn’t continue.

This would be the last time. He swore to himself.

He felt you clenching around him and he knew you were close. He cupped your face so he could deepen the kiss, and that was apparently all you needed.

Such a small, intimate action but it had you spamming hard as you came, and your undoing triggered his own.

It left him very little time to contemplate what that could all mean as he spilled into the condom, the wave of euphoria rushing over him almost prompting him to say those three words he reserved for you and only you.

Even now, when there was so much space between you two that he never wanted there to be, those were words were only meant for you.

As you both calmed down from your highs, Jisung’s mind was in no better shape than it was when he first arrived. He couldn’t say he was surprised, though: that was how it always happened.

He felt you stretch next to him before you turned slightly, a hand landing on his chest as you looked up at him. He couldn’t decipher your gaze, and the small smile you graced him with took his breath away.

“I’m feeling a shower, you’re welcome to join if you want.”

He saw that one coming, too, as it was your routine most nights after your escapades together. Still, you asked every time if he wanted to join, and he never understood why - he’d have thought you wanted him gone more than he wanted to leave.

Jisung simply shook his head, declining your offer. He made no other move to get up, though, and you did the unthinkable.

You pressed a soft, chaste kiss against his cheek before you rolled over to get out of the bed. His eyes widened at your actions, but not enough for you to notice.

Jisung certainly wasn’t used to that, but then again he was typically out the door by now. He’d learned how to make record time in re-dressing and promptly leaving your place by the time the shower even started.

He watched you saunter over to the bathroom, grabbing a towel but no other clothing on your way. You left the door cracked - another old habit of yours he hadn’t realized you still practiced - and when the water started running he finally shifted on the bed.

He had just finished putting his pants back on when a shimmer of a glint from your nightstand caught his eye. There wasn’t a lot of light in the room, aside from your lamp you left on, and it was casting just enough light on this small object that piqued his intrigue.

For reasons he didn’t know, he walked over to get a better look at it, still gripping his shirt tightly in his hand. When he realized what it was, he dropped the shirt completely.

With shaky hands he leaned down to pick it up, turning it over and over again as he swallowed back the lump forming in his throat.

Jisung was holding the bracelet he’d given to you for your first anniversary - something he’d figure you’d long forgotten or did away with once you broke up.

The pain that had been twisting in his chest amplified as he sat back down on the bed, holding the bracelet tightly in his palm for fear of letting it drop and possibly break. The floodgates keeping back any and all thoughts about you under control opened up and he didn’t bother closing them.

What did this mean? Why had you kept up with it after all this time?

Why was it sitting out, on your nightstand, as if you still wore it frequently?

Before he could get too far gone, he heard the water from the bathroom stop, making the room seem so much quieter than he’d ever remembered it being. He clasped his hand around your bracelet as he waited.

You started to walk out a few moments later, towel wrapped around you as you fluffed out your hair. You clearly hadn’t expected him to still be there because you froze before taking another step.

“Sungie? You’re still here?”

He gulped at the nickname, nodding firmly. “Did- do you want me to leave?”

You shook your head before walking over to your dresser in order to find clothes, he presumed. He stared at you as the towel dropped around your ankles, and you silently got dressed before you joined him back on the bed.

“You know, you’ve always been welcome to stay.”

No, no he didn’t know that. He’d never gotten that impression from you, it didn’t fall in line with how you did things now that you weren’t a couple anymore.

But before now, he’d never stayed. So how was he to know?

You sat beside him and crossed a leg underneath you. Your choice of clothing was a large black t-shirt that barely reached your thighs, and if he’d focused on it hard enough, he might have even been able to pick out that it was an old one of his.

“Hey,” you spoke softly, pulling his eyes to your face instead of his enclosed fist that was hiding your bracelet. “What’s on your mind?”

Well, that was a loaded question if Jisung had ever heard one.

He let out a shaky sigh, deciding that it’d benefit the both of you for him to just come out and say it. No need to waste anymore of either of your time.

Jisung simply opened his hand and your eyes fell to look at it instantly.

You frowned.

“Why do you have that,” your voice was quieter now, and it bothered him.

He thought maybe you’d laugh it off and offer some sort of excuse, maybe tell him he was just imagining things and that he looked too deep into any meaning it might hold.

But he knew you better than that.

“I think a better question,” he countered, trying to sound firm and not let his voice waver, “is why do you still have it?”

You crossed your arms in response. “It was a gift. Why wouldn’t I still have it?”

If there was one thing Jisung had always admired about you, even before you two dated, it was your tenacity. You fought fire with fire, you stood your ground and weren’t afraid to defend your actions.

He could see a spark of that now, the gears turning in your head as your built up your wall, making it harder for him to tear it down.

But Jisung had his own habit of being stubborn, too, and it caused both of you to butt heads more often than he’d like to admit.

“I don’t know, maybe the fact that it was an anniversary gift and we broke up might be a good reason.”

Your frown deepened and he almost apologized. He hated seeing you upset, hated it even more when he caused it.

He’d do anything and everything to keep a frown from every appearing on your face.

Well…he used to. Right now he wanted answers, so the last thing on his mind was keeping the peace.

“I have a right to keep anything I want that’s given to me.”

Jisung nodded. “I’m not saying you don’t. I’m questioning why you would.”

You wrapped your arms even tighter around yourself as you looked down and away from him. He recognized the signs - you were getting defensive and shutting down.

“I knew I shouldn’t have left that out-”

“Yeah, that’s something else I couldn’t understand. Why keep it out if you aren’t even wearing it?”

All you could do then was raise your head and stare at him. You looked tired, defeated.

You looked like you knew something he didn’t, something that your face was screaming ‘isn’t it obvious?’ about.

Jisung simply returned your stare in his stubborn way. You both carried on the staring contest long enough until you finally broke with a sigh.

“Use your imagination, Ji.”

“Okay,” he responded, tone of voice shifting to something snarkier. “I imagine you kept this out to torture me then?”

Your eyebrows pulled downward as your expression turned to one of confusion.

“Torture you? I don’t understand-”

Jisung barked out a laugh, humorless. “Cut the shit. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“Clearly I don’t!” You started raising your voice, something you only did when you were really emotional about something. Typically, it was when you were excited. Seldomly, it was when you were extremely upset.

It was just Jisung’s lucky day, wasn’t it?

“Allow me to enlighten you then,” he retorted, his own voice getting louder as he went. “Everything you do – every little fucking thing – that even comes close to showing you still care about me, that shit eats me up inside.”

You opened your mouth to interrupt but he kept going before you could continue.

“Do you know why? Because I never stopped fucking caring about you,” he fisted the fabric of his pants as he kept going, not daring to look in your eyes as it all started coming out.

“Not even for a single second. Even when you made it painfully obvious that I should, since you’ve already moved on.”

The room felt too quiet after that. Jisung waited for you to say something, anything, but the words never came.

Instead, what he heard was a small sniffle, and that changed the course of the entire conversation.

When Jisung looked at you again, he was surprised to see you crying quietly, tears just starting to roll down your cheeks.

He just made you cry. His heart dropped into his stomach.

“Hey, wait-”

“You think,” you stuttered out, taking a second to sigh shakily and compose yourself, “you think I don’t still care about you? “

Jisung was at a loss for words. “You do?”

“Of course I fucking care about you!” You shook your head to try and blink the tears away. “Breaking up didn’t change how I- it didn’t change that.”

Jisung’s head was swimming. He couldn’t grasp what was happening, or why it was happening.

“You’ve done a pretty shitty job of showing it,” he finally managed to say. “Only calling me up when you want me to come over and fuck you – the greatest way to show you care about someone, truly.”

“I didn’t know what else to do,” you countered.

“Really? Maybe a simple ‘hey, do you wanna hang out?’ or hm, I don’t know, making plans like normal people do? Like friends do?”

“Sungie-”

“But no, for whatever reason, you felt the need to just do this,” he vaguely waved around the room, trying to get his point across. “Just make me feel disposable and totally not worth your time.”

That wasn’t completely how he felt about the situation, but Jisung was hurting, so he chose to say hurtful things. If he was going to hurt, well, he wanted you to hurt, too.

One of his more toxic traits, honestly.

“How was I supposed to call you up for literally anything else? You’re always out with your friends and they hate me. Seeing me at any other time wouldn’t go well for anyone involved.” Your voice got quieter as your rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand. “This was the only way.”

Jisung froze. “How did you know they don’t like you?”

As far as he was aware, all of his friends had kept their disdain for you relatively well hidden. And to be honest, he couldn’t think of a time when any of his friends disliked you before the breakup…

You fidgeted where you sat. “It just makes sense that they would.”

He didn’t buy it. “No, there’s something you’re not telling me. What is it?”

“Just forget about it.”

“I won’t.”

You groaned in frustration and looked up at the ceiling. “Fuck, Ji, give it a rest, okay? I didn’t call you over here for your to interrogate me on my feelings for you.”

Jisung watched the way you stiffened, and he knew that you knew. You knew you’d just let more slip.

You got off the bed and started pacing around your room, another habit of yours. When you didn’t like where a conversation was headed, you tried to hide, either in the next room or just leave completely. You’d cool down and come back more level-headed.

This time you just seemed like you were in a panic, and all of this truly confused the fuck out of him.

“Feelings?”

“Drop it.”

“Explain ‘feelings,’ what do you mean?”

“I said drop it. I’m done talking about this with you.” You settled for standing in front of your window that overlooked the city when the curtains weren’t drawn as they were now. Your back was to him, and he swore he saw your shoulders shake for the briefest of moments.

Jisung got off the bed and carefully walked over to you, afraid that you might bolt any second. He gingerly reached out a hand and touched your shoulder; your reaction was immediate.

You let out a sob and his heart broke even more. He gently turned you to face him and felt his chest tighten at what he saw.

Tears were streaming freely down your face now, and you were biting your lip as you refused to look him in the eyes.

Jisung quietly called your name, and he breathed a sigh of relief when your eyes met his.

He took a deep breath, preparing to ask something he never thought he’d get to.

“Do you still love me?”

You backed away a step, eyes widening as you struggled to respond.

“Don’t ask me that.”

Jisung frowned, more pain filtering through his chest.

“Why not?”

You shut your eyes and looked away, responding quiet enough that he almost didn’t hear it:

“Because I don’t want to lie to you.”

Jisung turned away and ran his hands through his hair, tugging at the ends as he huffed. “I’m so fucking confused.”

“I’m sorry-”

“No, no you’re not. If you were, you’d tell me the truth, instead of leading me around in circles like I’m a fucking idiot.”

“Truth hurts.”

Jisung turned to face you again.

“I’m already hurt. What’s a little more gonna do, hm?”

He observed you twisting your hands in front of you as you thought of a comeback. When it was clear you couldn’t come up with one, he took the lead once more.

“Why did you break up with me?”

“I-I already told you that.”

He shook his head. “No, you told me we needed to break up. That it would be good for us. And you wouldn’t change your mind no matter how much I begged you to talk it through with me.”

That was another thing Jisung had never been able to figure out – why you broke up with him and why it was so sudden.

And that’s probably why he was still so stuck on you now, because he never got any kind of closure.

“I get that people can become unhappy in a relationship. I know it’s unavoidable in some cases. And trust me, I’ve gone over it countless times in my head, make sense of it all.”

It was evident you had nothing more to say on the matter at this time, so he kept talking. Might as well get it all out while he can, right?

“But you never gave me any indication that you weren’t happy anymore. Not once did I get the feeling that something was off until the day you ended things without so much as a clear reason why.”

“I didn’t want it to hurt more than it already would.”

Jisung laughed as he dragged a palm down his face, the sound incredulous. “God, I know you’re smarter than that.”

Your eyes were indecipherable from where he stood now, and on instinct he stepped closer.

“You’re one of the most emotionally intelligent people I know. There’s no way you could’ve thought that would end well. Or that it would hurt less.”

“So, please, tell me the truth,” he continued. “Why did you break up with me?”

He watched as you opened your mouth and closed it a few times.

“I’m not asking you to take me back, I just want to know why. I need it to make sense, or else I’ll go crazy wondering where everything went wrong. I feel like I at least deserve that much. And clearly you feel…some kinda way for me. So why would you-”

“I just had to! Okay?”

Your sudden outburst took him off guard but he held his ground.

“I need a better answer than that. If you never say anything else to me, at least tell me why.”

Fuck, fine, alright, alright!” You threw your hands up in surrender. “Maybe I got tired of being told how I wasn’t any good for you. Maybe I was done hearing about how you could do so much better, about how I was holding you back, about-”

“Wait, stop.” Jisung couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He walked a few more steps until he was standing in front of you and placed his hands on your shoulders. “Look at me.”

You did as he asked, and for a mere second, he saw you let your walls back down.

This was the most vulnerable he’d seen you in such a long time, and he wasn’t about to let this chance go to waste.

“Who told you those things?”

The softness in your eyes was replaced with something Jisung could only describe as fear.

“You…don’t know? They didn’t tell you?”

He could see the wall rebuilding itself right before his very eyes, and he rushed to stop it.

“No, no one told me anything like that, who are you talking about?”

“I- you- I can’t,” you kept stammering, looking anywhere but his face. You ducked underneath his arms to maneuver around him, grabbing his shirt from the floor and tossing it to him as you did so.

“You need to leave.”

Jisung felt the last pieces of his heart shattering. “No, no no no, please tell me. Let me help make this right-”

“Jisung!” you startled him. You hugged yourself again, looking so small, so hurt, and it took everything in him not to wrap his own arms around you. “Stop. Just…please stop.”

“If I can just-”

“Stop! Leave, please just leave,” you begged him, trying to push him toward the door. He didn’t budge.

“Talk to me-”

“Can’t you see I don’t want to? I don’t want you here,” you breathed out every word like it was hurting you to do so, but you said them with purpose. “I’m done talking.”

Jisung didn’t move, knuckles taut as he gripped his shirt like it was the last thing holding his sanity together.

When it was clear he wasn’t going to move, you decided to do so yourself. You walked over to the bed where the bracelet lay discarded. Jisung watched as you picked it up and looked at the light twinkling off of it, before you tossed it his way.

He was too far away to catch it but he tried, instead just barely missing as the metal landed at his feet.

He picked it up and raised his head to see you one last time as the door to your bathroom was slamming shut. The click of the lock sounded deafening in the now empty room. Jisung felt numb.

He waited for a few minutes, rooted to where he stood. He didn’t hear any sounds from the bathroom, and he knew there wasn’t a chance of you coming back out to talk to him, at least not tonight.

He loved how stubborn you could be at times, but this time in particular it was killing him.

He walked slowly over to the nightstand, every step felt like his legs were weighed down with lead. His palm closed around the bracelet briefly before he laid it back down.

As he was leaving your apartment, your words kept playing over and over in his mind. Someone somehow had made you feel like his life was better off without you in it, and it was someone you didn’t want him to know told you those things.

That could leave a few different possibilities, none of them good. The idea that one of Jisung’s closest friends may have been feeding you that kind of information behind his back-

That thought hurt nearly as worse as everything else was right now.

When he got back to his apartment, he opened the door and walked in quietly as he usually did when he had company over on nights like these. Felix was still sleeping peacefully on the couch, and Jisung’s heart twisted at the sight.

Was it Felix? Surely it couldn’t have been…

There was also the possibility that you could’ve been lying, but with the way you reacted earlier, Jisung knew there was just no way.

He was basically back to square one, not knowing what caused this giant mess and practically just as confused and fucked up over it as he was before, maybe even worse. Jisung sat back down on the couch and buried his head in his hands.

It seemed that, for right now at least, when it came to you, Jisung would always lose.

pls don’t hate me, thank u <3 also if you read this, thank you so much, i hope you enjoyed it!!

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[colossal-red]

TinyHunt Side Story The Mer from the ocean

Tw: Some swearing, Fear, Safe Vore, comfort, extreme angst, slight gore (like a bit of blood and a death mention and description of a semi-important character. WC: 3.6K-ish

Wilbur was just enjoying another boating trip, sailing away into the ocean in hopes of catching some fish. He would’ve loved to be out here with his 10 year old son Fundy, but he wasn’t the biggest fan of fishing. “Why would anyone want to sit in the middle of a big pool of water waiting to catch something, only to let it go?” He phrased it when asked if he wanted to go. Wil had hoped that after taking him several times he’d be able nurture his son to have a love for fishing.

But evidently, that didn’t happen. Instead he had to leave him with one of his friends, Puffy. He sighed, he really enjoyed fishing, it left him alone with his thoughts. He wondered if he was even doing the right thing, did he have any real knowledge on how to raise a kid? He had no idea. That was when his hook caught on something.

Sally wasn’t so sure about this. “Niki, are you sure this is safe?” Sally shouted at the rapidly retreating back of the mer. Niki simply turned her head and nodded. “Yeah, I promise nothing bad’ll happen, I’ve done this loads of times!” Sally wasn’t sure if that was better or worse. She has no idea why Niki would put herself into needless danger, especially considering that she was small. “I mean, at least I can grow in size if I’m caught, but what will you do?” Niki frowned at her as they neared the bottom of the Fisherman’s boat. “What? Do you think that just because you can Sizeshift, that means that I can’t take care of my self?” Sally stammered after that, “T-that’s n-not what I mea-“ Niki laughed.

“I know what you meant, don’t worry, I’m just messing with you. Watch this.” And Niki touched the hook, well, actually the line just above the hook. Then it started to move. “Um, Niki?” Sally started, “Don’t worry Sally, it’s fine, I’ve done this a hundred times and I know that Fishermen are usually always preoccupied with their thOUGTS!!” Sally watched in horror as the hook caught around their arm, just barely piercing it and forcing her up to the surface. “No!” She cried trying to swim up to her, but the human was too fast, and Niki was yanked out of the water.

Wilbur went ahead and did what he normally did when he got a catch. He let the thing flop onto the deck, and then he’d pick it up, inspect it, and release it. Only, this time was different. “What the fuck?!” He shouted in awe as he noticed that the ‘fish’ was actually just a small person with a tail instead of legs. He instinctively picked up the small female and asked “Are you alright?” In response, the tiny fish girl shrieked and tried to get out of his hands. It was like holding onto a bar of soap, and he almost dropped her several times as she flailed about. At least she was getting dry, Wil thought before realizing that that was probably a bad thing.

“Put. Her. Down.” Sally commanded to the back of the human after rising to the surface. Once she got over her fear, and tuned into her anger, she shifted to her human size. The human turned around, looking at her in awe. Damn, he looked… Never mind. He was wearing a yellow shirt with dark brown messy hair, there was a beanie but it was left abandoned on the floor of the boat. “Woah, who- or rather, what are you?” The human asked. “That, is none of your business.” Sally responded and gestured for the human to hand her Niki. “But, what if you hurt her?”

Sally was surprised, she had always thought that humans were evil, everymer thought they were. “Um, no, I won’t, she’s my friend. Right Niki?” Niki took a second to respond, as she was shaking like a leaf, and her tail was already disappearing in place of legs. “U-u-um, y-y-yea, Sally i-is my f-friend.” The human instead of putting the tiny mer into Sally’s hands, instead put her into the water. “What’s your name?” Initially Sally didn’t respond, thinking that the Human was talking to Niki, before realizing that he already knew Niki’s name.

“Oh, my name is Sally.” Sally, that was a very nice name. Wilbur wasn’t sure why, but he thought that Sally was beautiful. Of course he’d never say that to her face, she seemed the type to punch anyone who said that to her in the face. “My name is Wilbur, Sally is a nice name.” Sally appeared to blush for a moment, but Wil pretended not to see. “Oh, thank you, Wilbur is a nice name too.” She replied awkwardly. “Oh, well, would you look at the time,” She pointed at the sun, “I really gotta be going.” She quickly went below the surface of the water and swam away. She did hear, though she tried to ignore it, the sound of Wilbur calling for her to stop.

“Hey, wait! Come back!” Wilbur asked the fish lady frantically as she swam away. He was upset that she had left so soon, but to be fair, she probably isn’t supposed to speak to humans. He’s seen The Little Mermaid, he knows what’s up. So, every day as often as he could, he came to see if she'd come back. It took a while, but one day as he was patrolling the water he saw her again. “Um, ahoy there!” He immediately wanted to slap himself, ‘Ahoy there’? How dumb was that! “Uhhh, not much how about you?” He was surprised that she had answered, he had fully expected her to swim off again.

“Nothin much, just fishin.” She wasn’t sure why she came back. She’d just been so interested in him. Things went by this way for quite a while, until one day Wilbur brought a guest to meet her. God damnit, well to be fair she never said to NOT bring anyone. But that didn’t mean she would surface for them. She did peak a bit over the surface to see who exactly Wil had brought. She saw a child, who was wearing a black jacket, with an interesting hat and orange hair.

“Dad, why did you make me come out here.” Fundy asked exasperated, Wilbur stared at his hair for a moment, then answered the question. “We are out here to meet someone.” Fundy looked at him questioningly and looked out for incoming boats presumably. Wil laughed, “Oh no, not a human.”

Sally blanched, what the hell was he doing.

“But, a mermaid, or something!” Then Wilbur gestured in the direction that Sally would normally emerge. “Umm, Sally?” Fundy was staring at him, probably gauging Wilbur’s sanity level. “Uhh, hold on a second son.” Wilbur leaned over the edge to see if he could spot Sally preparing to emerge, he hoped that she wasn’t too mad about him bringing his son. Granted after thinking it over a little more, it was a rather silly move. “Dad, you feeling okay?” Wilbur turned around and got Fundy’s hand on his forehead, checking his temperature. Wilbur pushed it away, “I’m fine Fundy, she just, didn’t show up today.” Fundy nodded, “Sure, whatever you say, Dad.”

“And the next thing you know, the Radishes will start talking too!” He finished in a slightly mocking tone. Wil just glared at him a bit, before turning the boat around and heading home. Fundy sighed and looked over the edge. His father had been going to the lake more often, he had been pretty sad over the years since Fundy’s mom died. He didn’t remember her too well, but the memories that his father told him were great and filled with joy. It wouldn’t have been outside the bounds of reality to think he may have gotten off of his rocker during this time. Then again, maybe that’s a good thing.

After all, these last few visits to the lake have left him happier than he’s been in a while, he even quit smoking. It was, nice to see Wil like this, considering that he’d never seen his dad like this before. He would try extra hard for Wil to not come on the fishing trips, whilst he did secretly enjoy them, he wouldn’t want to disturb his fathers delusions about their being some Mermaid lady. Eventually they reached shore, and Fundy’s 12, almost 13 year old mind could go back to thinking about normal kid things, like his first day of Middle School. (SideNote from author: Using my country’s education system, because f*ck my knowledge of the British one-)

Wilbur heated up some hot-pockets and set Fundy down in front of the TV. He sighed at the kitchen table watching Fundy. The kid deserves a better life than this, but, what else could Wil do? He went up to his room and stared at his guitar, many emotions flying by as he looked. Wonder and awe, for an instrument that could stir crowds, guilt for the lack of success in being a musician, and anger at where it had gotten him. He picks it up and absentmindedly strums along, that’s when an idea strikes him.

He should play Sally a song! It’d hopefully make her forgive him, if she actually is upset. He makes plans again immediately the next day to do so.

The next day…

Wilbur called Puffy to watch Fundy and left for the ocean again. He boated away and waited in their usual spot near the coral reef, strumming on his guitar whilst waiting. Eventually Sally emerged, she did look a tad bit pissed, but Wil hoped it’d be fine. “Wilbur Soot, you better have a good reason of why you thought it was a good idea to tell your son about me. And the existence of Mer’s in general.” Wilbur paused his strumming for a moment. He thought about it for only a moment or two before answering.

“Because I believe that you are magnificent, and that if we’re going to be friends, it’d be cool if you were to meet some of the other people who are close to me.” That was, a fairly flattering answer. So she decided that giving him another chance would be, something she’d rather want. “What’s that?” She asked gesturing to the strange device in his hands. He smiled wide after she asked, “Why this,” he said spinning it around in his hands all stylish. “Is my Instrument pour mon magnum opus, la musique!” He said in a different language, she looked at him questioningly. “Here, let me show you.” He then started plucking the individual strings in the device and it created a harmonious melody echoed through the ocean air.

“This is what’s called, a ‘guitar’.” Wilbur explained after finishing a 3 minuteish song. “You play that really well.” She commented making Wil blush just a bit. “Heh, I wish, I try to make money playing for the world. But, no one else seems to appreciate my music, except for you and my son. Thank you.” He heartfeltedly agreed. She felt bad for him, his music shouldn’t have flopped like that, granted she didn’t know really anything about what the Human World was like, but in the underwater land of Mer’s, he would probably be beloved.

They talked for a bit longer, and eventually Wilbur had to leave again. But his talk of meeting other people got her thinking. Just meeting the people he cared about wouldn’t be enough, she’d have to VISIT the land of the humans if she wanted to get closer with him. So, the first chance she’d get, she’d stowaway on his boat and greet him inside of his own home. Wilbur came by again as usual, she was a bit quieter this time while he talked a bit more about his life and how he was excited to move to a new place with his Son soon.

(He reassured her that they’d still be close by.) And that was about it. They said goodbye, the way they always do. But instead, this time Sally after going underwater shrunk in size, and swam to where Niki was hiding. “Niki, I’ll be gone for a bit, cover for me.” And darted back to the underside of the boat, she could vaguely hear Niki shouting for her to wait, but she ignored it and after carefully climbing on board, she dried off and gained her legs and was officially stuck tiny. The special thing about Sizeshifters is that when they get dry, they are permanently stuck small until they get wet with water again. So she was putting her full trust into Wil. So that was terrifying.

She settled with hiding beside his bag and would hide inside once they got back to shore. She waited and watched Wilbur in awe as his Giant form towed back to shore. She was still terrified, but she trusted Wilbur a decent amount. They hit shore fairly quickly and she went inside the bag and tried to hang on as Wil jostled her around when moving the bag. It took a bit, but after a short walk, a short drive and an opening of a front door, but they were finally at Wilbur’s dwelling, an apartment. Wilbur dismissed Puffy from her duties, and set his bag in his room and left to get Fundy some food.

She crawled out of the bag and took a second after being shaken up quite a bit and waited for Wil to come back in. He finally did and sat on his bed strumming his guitar without really paying attention. “You play that really well, I hope you do make it.” She said aloud, Wilbur’s eyes widened as he looked around the room before his eyes landed on Sally’s small form. He got up and walked over. “S-sally?” He asked as he stared in awe at her small form. While she did trust him, it was still terrifying to be under his gaze when she was smaller than one of his fingers. His hand twitched a bit, obviously wanting to pick her up, but to her relief he didn’t.

“But, don’t you need to be in water? And how are you small?!” He asked trying to be quiet. “I’m what’s called a sizeshifter, to answer as to how I’m small. When I’m wet I can change my size at will. But when I’m dry I’m stuck at a small size.” She explained, “Also, all Mer’s can be dry, they just turn to a human or borrower form when on land and dry.” Wilbur looked at her face filled with questions, or maybe just one more. “What is a borrower?” Sally thought for a moment. “I think if I remember correctly that humans usually call them tinies? I’ve heard that they don’t like talking in front of humans.”

After Wilbur got used to both her small size and her being in his house they talked a bit more, with her asking plenty of questions about the human world. Eventually, Wilbur’s son knocks on the bedroom door. “Dad? Who are you talking to.” Wilbur tenses for a moment. “Sal’s, is it okay if I can pick you up and show you to Fundy?” Wil asked as gently as he could. Sally hesitated, she trusted Wil but didn’t really want to put her life in his hands, literally. Staring into his eyes though, she saw a kind person who would never hurt her. So she nodded, and resisted the building panic attack as his hand approached. Though he didn’t wrap his fingers around her form.

No, he instead set his hand down beside her and waited for her to walk on. After giving herself a pep talk, she walked wobbly onto the fleshy surface. It was, strange to say the least. The skin was a bit pillowy and sunk down a little under her weight. Wilbur waited for to give the okay before moving his hand. Once they started moving, the massive fingers curled over her head to protect her. And not once did she feel trapped during this, Wilbur opened the door and said “Hey Fundy, I’ve got someone to show you.” Fundy sighed. “Is this about your imaginary girlfriend again?” He asked exasperated. “Kinda.” Wilbur said presenting Sally to Fundy. “Heya kid.” Sally waved at him. Fundy’s face did a few things at once. It looked confused, in awe, questioning, and happy all at the same time.

“Woah, is that a Tiny?” Fundy asked his father as Wil showed him the small female. “Nope! It’s a Mer!” He exclaimed as he stared with a certain expression on his face as he stared at the small life in his hands. “Wil, I don’t mean to burst your bubble, but that doesn’t look like a mermaid.” Fundy pointed out. “Well, maybe not now, but whenever she gets wet she does!” Fundy nodded still in awe at the sight of the small woman.

Sally ended up staying with the two overnight, and in the morning Wil went to go drop her off in the ocean. And they talked for a bit afterwards too. This time Wil asked a bit about Mer Biology. Sally explained how at the beginning of a Mer’s life they were really small and couldn’t breathe underwater, which led to the pouches that Mer’s had inside themselves where they could store anything, more specifically their offspring before they could breathe in their own underwater. She even talked about the special Colossal Mer’s who were way bigger than the normal Mer’s.

She talked a bit about their king, King Foolish and his mysterious connection to some mystical deity’s. Wilbur asked her which Deity she meant, but she had no clue who he speaks to in private. Eventually she worked up to the big question, of whether or not she could go live with them. She explained that there was a special process that Mer’s could go through, that would allow them to live on the surface in secret if they so desired. There were a few people who have done it, one of the most prominent ones being Squid Kid.

“Yeah, I’d love for you to come live with us!” Wilbur exclaimed excitedly after being asked. And so it was done. Sally requested permission from the king to go live on the surface, and was given the proper identifications to live up there without arousing suspicion. Once she got up there, the first thing he did was search for Wil, but she then realized that Wil had probably gone out to the ocean to see her. So she went out there, and there was a storm brewing , literally. Apparently Wilbur Soot and not checked what the weather would be for today.

Once she got far out enough she noticed that Wil had been blown considerably far out and was in danger of being drowned. She could hear him cut out for help. It scared her quite a bit. Once she got close enough, she realized that she could barely control herself in the water, she had to grow. And grow she did to a massive size, the size of a Colossal Mer. She lowered herself down to Wil’s level and whispered sweet nothings to him to calm him down as she cupped him in her hands from the already sinking boat.

“Do you trust me!” She asked Wil as she held his fragile life in her palms, he nodded for lack of being able to speak, either out of fear of her, or fear of the storm. She realized that she would be unable to get her out of the storm alive, the only way out would be if she put him in her pouch. So as carefully as possible, she placed him in her mouth. He landed on her tongue in a very panicky matter, it was obvious immediately that he had forgotten their discussion on the existence of pouches.

Wilbur was scared out of his mind, he could barely think straight after landing in the giant pink muscle that his brain refused to acknowledge was a tongue. He tried frantically to crawl away from the dark hole that lay at the back of the mouth. But it was futile, as he was dragged down by both tongue and the muscles of Sally’s throat, Sally the Mer, Sally who he thought he could trust. He cried a bit as the throat forced him down nearly suffocating him, before landing in the pit that he knew was probably her stomach. He curled into a ball and thought about his son, who he’d probably never see again, and about his Wife, who had died after cheating on him. He never told anyone about the exact details of how she died.

He had found her in bed with another man by the name of Jared in another apartment after recognizing her car. He confronted her to which she broke up with him and wandered out into the street and walked near the cold water. “Wait! Please come back!” He yelled after her as he gave chase, she turned around, and lost her footing. He attempted to catch her and pull her up, but she fell down down into the cold water. He called the police in hopes of them being able to save her, but instead of waiting he jumped in to chase after her. It was, so cold… He tried and he tried and was eventually able to find her and bring her to the surface to the awaiting paramedics.

But all that was left of their relationship and her life, was a Saline Solution of blood and tears. After recalling this depressing time of his life, he realized that he wasn’t dying, and wasn’t dead. He felt Sally gently rubbing her stomach where he was curled up, to which he remembered their discussion about Mer pouches. And the amount of joy it brought him to know he wasn’t dead yet was immeasurable. After they got to a safe place presumably Sally talked to him.

“Hey, are you alright in there?” She asked patting her pouch. “Yeah, little freaked and grossed out, but otherwise okay!” He shouted out to her in a joking tone. She chuckled a bit. “So when do you think I can get out?” “As soon as the weather clears Mister Soot.” Once she regurgitated him back up, she walked him home through the light rain at normal human size she kept her legs dry though so she could still walk. They entered their home, and she offered to help Wilbur finish packing. One week later, and they were a happy family, living in a new neighborhood. After they finished unloading all their junk, Wil pointed out some smoke from the house next door, suggesting it was a barbecue. And so they went next door as a happy family to see what was going on…

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[lochrannn]

Would love to see some kisses to shut the other one up with these two 😍

Sorry anon that this has taken me so long!

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Diego carefully sets Anita down on the soft cover they put on top of the changing table and for a second he’s caught by the way she blinks owlishly up at him.

They brought her home a couple of days ago and he’s only known her for a handful more, but he has already made a silent commitment to himself that he would set the entire fucking world on fire to keep her happy and safe. It’s a dizzying realization and the first night after she was born, Diego was so strung out with the stress of everything, the way the instant love for this baby knocked him sideways, and his pure, unadulterated admiration for what Lila had endured, but also gifted them with, that he couldn’t sleep at all. And at some point between two and three in the morning he had suddenly been visited by a mixture of guilt and sympathy for Allison, and the sudden realization that he would have done exactly the same as her if he’d lost Anita like that.

He shakes himself out of it. 

He’s never been the philosophical type, but these past couple of days everything has just felt so much bigger, so much more intense. Infinitely more meaningful.

He grounds himself by stroking a very gently finger over her round cheek and Niti just closes her eyes, already exhausted by the amount of time she’s been awake.

With slightly fumbling fingers Diego unfastens the buttons on Anita’s bodysuit and pulls it up far enough that he can get to the sticky tabs on her diaper. Carefully he pulls them apart and makes sure he doesn’t disturb it and its contents too much when he pulls the diaper away from her bottom.

“You have to roll it up, so it doesn’t get everywhere,” Lila says hastily from where she’s hovering right by his elbow.

Diego just responds with a quiet hum, too distracted by trying to stick the tabs down again and throw the whole package in the trash without further incident.

Luckily, Niti is a team player and barely moves as she’s dozing on the table and once again Diego is kind of arrested by the sudden surge of love he feels as he watches her tiny belly rise and fall with every breath.

“Don’t just leave the baby lying there, put the clean nappy on her.”

The urgency in Lila’s voice brings him back to earth.

“Yeah, I know,” Diego says a bit irritably, because annoyingly, she’s not wrong.

He grabs the clean diaper and is just about to pull it up under Niti’s butt.

“Tabs to the back!” Lila instructs.

“Yeah, what do you think I’m doing?”

He pulls a wet wipe from the box and just before he gets to using it, Lila grabs his elbow.

“You always have to go top to bottom with little girls!”

“Yeah, I know! Lila, I was there when the nurse showed you.”

She lets go of his arm and Diego gives her a quick look and sees the guilt flashing across her face and he can’t really blame her, he feels about as over-protective about their little daughter as Lila does. So he releases a breath and cleans her up with a careful swipe and throws away the tissue.

Diego is just about to fold the clean diaper up over Anita when Lila once again grabs his arm and says in alarm, “Don’t put it over the umbilical cord, it could get infected.”

Very carefully, he puts his hand on top of Niti’s ridiculously tiny, but at the same time adorably chubby legs—he can span his fingers across the whole length of them—to make sure she won’t wriggle off the table if she suddenly does decide to wake up. 

He turns around to Lila and puts his free hand to the back of her neck and then leans in to kiss her with determination.

Lila makes a startled noise, but he sees her close her eyes and she fists a hand into the fabric of his shirt just over his ribs at his side.

This wasn’t the plan, he just wanted for her to stop interrupting him, but Diego gets lost in the moment and deepens the kiss.

Then he pulls back and tries to give her a reassuring smile, even if, between the nervousness about changing Anita’s diaper for the first time, and the intensity of that kiss he almost feels a bit weak kneed.

“Honey, I love you. And fuck do I love how much you love our baby girl, but you need to let me do this, okay? I can do this. I wanna do this, and I’m not gonna fuck it up, I promise.”

“What? No, I didn’t think you’d fuck it up, Diego, it’s just—” she trails off and drops her gaze to the side, opting for watching the half asleep newborn on the changing table, rather than looking at him.

Diego, hand still on the back of Lila’s neck, swipes his thumb along the side of her face, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear as he does so.

“I know, baby, you want us to get everything right. But we’re gonna fuck up a little here and there. That’s okay, yeah? That doesn’t make you a bad mom! Now let me finish this, I swear it’ll be good enough.”

Lila’s eyes had snapped back to his when he reassured her about not being a bad parent, huge and glassy. But she manages a small nod and then leans up to give him a quick kiss, before deliberately stepping back to give him space to finish his job.

Diego does indeed pull up the diaper and secures it with the tabs with much more confidence, reassured that he doesn’t feel quite so judged by Lila anymore, instead he’s thankful she trusts him with this. However infinitely precious Anita is to him, he knows he will never quite have the simple fact and challenge of being a parent be as meaningful and simultaneously as absolutely terrifying to him as it is to Lila.

He carefully presses the little buttons on Niti’s bodysuit closed and then lifts the tiny baby up against his chest. Diego presses a kiss to the soft dark fuzz at the back of her head, taking the opportunity to breathe her in, before turning to Lila and handing her the baby.

He can tell she's trying to hold back the eagerness with which she accepts the tiny bundle into her arms and she’s only partially successful.

But this is almost his favorite part, seeing Lila and Anita like this together. His two girls.

He’s almost bursting with love and pride.

Lila turns the soft gaze she’s been looking down at Niti with while gently stroking a finger over the tiny crease between the baby’s brows, on him and it almost feels like someone punched him in the solar plexus. He can feel tears stinging at the corners of his eyes and he’d like to tell Lila how words are kind of too inadequate to describe how he feels about her, but even that thought doesn’t really translate into any kind of words his mouth will manage to speak, so instead he steps up to her, carefully circles his arms around her—and shit, no wonder Anita is tiny, Lila herself is so small in his arms—and pulls her in, the two of them forming a protective cocoon around the newborn.

Lila kisses his neck and then tilts her head up in a silent request.

Diego presses his lips to hers and his chest tightens with the gentle give and the way she moves against him.

Then she says against his lips, “You did good, sweetie.”

“I love you,” he responds automatically. It’s the only words he can get past the lump in his throat, the constant use of the phrase making it easy to say.

“Love you too.”

Diego kisses her again and marvels at the fact that it’s not even a little bit of a struggle to hold his entire world in his arms.

#otp: just be gentle #otp: i'm the daddy here - yeah you are #lila pitts #diego hargreeves #dielila #diego x lila #diego/lila #tua #the umbrella academy #fanfic #prompt fill

[afolderfullofstories]

Whumptober 2022: Day 14

Note: One a day makes everything feel so rushed and unpolished. 

Sequel to Day 30 

Pavi whimpered as he heard the door open. He curled into himself. His arms hurt. Burning pain filled his wrists. His shoulders were crying out in pain. But he didn’t want to cry. He didn’t want to be a crybaby. 

“Get up.” 

Pavi tried but it was hard to move. It hurt. 

“I said get up!” 

Tears pricked at his eyes as he tried to move. But it hurt. 

“What’s wrong, Paviche?” Luigi asked quietly. 

“Hurts.” 

Luigi moved nearer and tried to see what was wrong. “Untie him!” 

“What makes you think you can give orders here, boy?” 

“You’ve tied him too tightly. You’re dislocating his shoulder.” 

Pavi tried to back away as the man approached him. 

“Leave him be. We just need them alive.” 

The man untied his wrists. 

Pavi let out a cry of relief as the pressure released from his shoulders. 

The man brought his hands to his front and tied his hands in front of him, much looser this time. 

“T…t…thank you.” 

The man startled but said nothing. 

“Are you done? We just need pictures to send to Rotti Largo.” 

Pavi just looked away as they started taking pictures of them. Then they left. 

“Are you okay?” 

Pavi nodded slowly. Then his stomach growled. 

“We’ll be out of here in no time.” 

“P…papa w…will p…p…pay?” 

“Of course.” Luigi’s eyes darted to the door. “Pavi, there’s a small pocket knife in my right pocket. Can you take it?” 

Pavi’s brow furrowed. But it was easier for him to move now. He reached into Luigi’s pocket and took out the knife. 

“Don’t cut yourself. Try to open it and cut my ropes.” 

Pavi nodded but struggled with the knife. He couldn’t figure how to open it. And his tied hands made him clumsy. 

“Don’t hurt yourself!” 

Pavi startled at Luigi’s raised voice and dropped the knife. It fell with a clatter. 

Luigi’s eyes darted to the door. “Careful.” He hissed. 

Pavi nodded slowly and picked up the knife. He finally managed to get the knife open. 

“Ok try to cut the ropes.” 

Pavi cut the ropes around Luigi’s wrists, taking great care not to hurt him. 

“Shit. That’s better.” Luigi said, pulling his wrists in front of him. He opened and closed his wrists to stimulate blood circulation. “Give it to me.” He took the penknife from Pavi and cut the ropes around his legs. He then removed Pavi’s ropes. 

“Th…th…they’ll get a…a…angry.” 

“We’re getting out of here.” Luigi stood. 

“H…how?” 

Luigi pointed at the tiny window near the top of the wall. 

Pavi cocked his head. “Can we fit?” 

“I think so.” Luigi headed to the window and bent to a knee. “Try to reach it.” 

Pavi approached his brother, unsure. “We…we…we’ll get ca…ca…caught.”

“No we won’t. It’s better than staying here and waiting for them to send proof.” 

Pavi’s brows furrowed. “P…p…proof?” 

Luigi sighed. “Nothing Paviche. We’ll be fine.” He motioned to his knee. “Come on.” 

Pavi approached him and stepped on his knee. 

Luigi stood and lifted him upwards. “Can you open it?” 

Pavi struggled and managed to get the window open. He pulled himself up. He managed to squeeze through the window but barely. “Y…y…you won’t be a…a…able to fit.” 

“I can.” 

Pavi held out his hand for his brother. 

“It’s ok.” Luigi leapt and caught hold of the ledge. “Go on down first.” 

Pavi looked down. “I…it’s h…h…high.” 

“I’ve taught you how to fall from a high place. Just jump and land with your knees bent.”

“I…I…I’m s…s…scared.”

“They’ll come soon, Paviche.” 

“B….b…but…”

“They’ll do worse if they catch us escaping.” 

Pavi closed his eyes. He had to trust his brother. He jumped. He landed and a dull pain radiated through his ankle. He let out a cry.

“Shhhhh. Keep it down, Paviche.” He pulled himself up slightly. “Are you hurt?” 

“N…n…no.” 

Luigi pulled himself up. Pavi was right, the window was too small for him. But maybe he could squeeze through. He tried to twist his body but he couldn’t find a way to fit.

“Fr…fr…fratello?” 

“Go on first, Paviche.” 

“No. S…s…scared…” 

Luigi closed his eyes and sighed. He twisted his shoulders and forced himself through the window. His head was through but his shoulders were still stuck. He gritted his teeth and forced himself through. He bit back a scream as a sharp pain filled his shoulder. He tried to ignore it. He forced himself through the window. His shoulder burned and screamed. A sharp ‘pop’ resounded from his shoulder then a sharp pain. Then he was through. He held back the pain as he jumped. He landed on the ground but collapsed into a sitting position. He closed his eyes as the pain in his shoulder seared. He couldn’t lift his arm. His chest pounded. The pain was making it worse. 

“Fra…fra…fratello. A…are…you-”

“I’m fine.” He gritted out. He took deep breaths. He couldn’t have an attack now. They needed to escape. He forced back the pain. He stood on shaky legs. “Let’s go.” 

Pavi limped towards him.

“Are you hurt?” 

“N…n…no…” 

Luigi checked Pavi’s ankle, it was just a sprain. “You have to try to run, Paviche. You have to fight the pain.”

“O…o…okay.” 

They were still in the compound but they were outside. Maybe they could climb the fence. His shoulder protested at the thought. He could climb one handed. He had to. “This way, Paviche.” 

Shouts resounded behind them. Fuck. “Run.” 

Pavi just ran. He didn’t know where to go but he just ran. His ankle was burning in pain but he had to force himself to run. 

“Climb the fence Paviche. I’ll be right behind you.” 

Pavi nodded but didn’t turn. He ran to the fence. He started climbing. “We…we…’re almost o…o…out.” Luigi didn’t reply him. He looked down the fence. His brother wasn’t there. “Fra…fra…fratello?” 

He looked up the fence. He was almost there. But…but… “They’ll do worse if they catch us escaping.” Was his brother caught? He couldn’t leave him behind. What if they hurt him? He looked out over the fence. He wouldn’t even know where to go. What if he got lost? What if he couldn’t find this place again. He couldn’t leave his brother behind. What if his brother had an attack? They wouldn’t know what to do. He couldn’t leave his brother behind. 

Slowly he climbed back down the fence. He headed back towards the window. “Fra…fra…fratello?” No one replied him. What if he managed to hide? What if he found another way out? What if he left him behind? No. His brother wouldn’t leave him alone. His brother wouldn’t abandon him. 

“There you are.” 

“Paviche, run!” 

He turned to see the men holding his brother. His nose was bleeding. 

“Fr…fr…fratello.” 

“RUN!” 

But Pavi refused to move. 

The other man, the kinder one, grabbed him. He pulled him back into the building and into a different room. This one had no windows. He tied Pavi’s hands in front of him. 

The other pushed Luigi roughly into the room and tied his hands behind him. 

Luigi cursed in pain as his shoulder flared. 

The man ignored him and searched Luigi until he found the penknife. He kicked him and left. 

“Why the hell didn’t you climb the fence like I told you to?” 

“I….I di….d…didn’t wa…wa…want to le…le…leave you be…be…behind.” Pavi looked down. “S…s…s…s…sorry.” 

Luigi sighed. “You’re an idiot.” 

“A…a…are y…y…you o…o…okay?” 

“I’m fine.” 

“Your s…s…shoulder l…l…looks funny,”

Luigi glanced at it. “It’s fine.” He tried to move it but stopped at the sudden pain. “It’s dislocated.” 

“It’s w…w…what?”

“Never mind.” 

“Th…th…they won’t h…h…hurt us ri…right?” 

“It’ll be ok. Pops will come for us.” 

Pavi nodded. 

“Pavi?” 

“Si, f…f…fratello?” 

“You’re an idiot.” 

“S..s…so-”

“But thank you.” 

#whumptober2022 #no.14 #Die a hero or live long enough to be a villain #Desperate measure #Failed Escape #"I'll be right behind you #repo! the genetic opera #fic #kidnapping #Pavi Largo #Luigi Largo

[the-void-writes]

Just a Rio and Harley snippet

A small scene to establish Rio’s future relationship. I just think they’re neat.

Tagging @bloodlessheirbyjacques because it’s Rio and he’s somewhat happy now so hooray 😅

Bullets, screams, and horrified faces. Rio had gotten these dreams ever since he started working at Ves Corp. He learned how to get used to them, but Gabe’s battle against Preston had given him more faces to dream about. He would reach out to these bodies in some last-ditch effort to save them, like he hadn’t done the first time. Even though Rio helped destroy Ves Corp once and for all, the guilt of that final day in Preston ate him up inside.

Luckily, he didn’t have to suffer alone.

Rio woke to the feeling of hands rubbing his shoulder. He sighed and allowed himself to smile as his worries melted away. Then, the hands traveled further down. Rio turned around and snatched them up quickly.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Harley laughed. “Just helping you relax.”

“How far were those hands gonna go?”

“Just to the base of the spine. It’s a good pressure point.” Harley grinned. “But I can go as far as you want, baby.”

Rio took a pillow and smacked it against Harley’s face.

“Ah, hey!”

“A scientist with a filthy mind. How charming.”

“Says the masochist.”

Rio’s eyes grew wide. “How do you know about that joke?”

“Avery said it.”

“That little shit.”

“Is it true, though?”

“Don’t you start—”

He pulled Harley on top of him and held him close as he laughed. Rio admired the amazing view he had given himself; Harley’s orange curls catching the sun, the tiny freckles on his nose, and the way Rio’s shirt hung loosely off his shoulders. After everything he had done, Rio had no idea how he even deserved a moment like this, but he was more than grateful for it. Harley played with his growing stubble, chuckling at how the ex-soldier melted under his touch.

“You’re adorable,” Harley said.

“You’re gorgeous.”

“Well, you’re strong as hell.”

“And you’re a genius. I’ll play this game all day.”

Harley sighed and kissed his jaw. “Truce over breakfast, then?”

He tried to leave, but Rio held him tighter.

“Let’s just stay here,” he mumbled. “It’s warm.”

“We stayed here all day yesterday. Let’s go do something.”

“I know plenty of things we can do here.”

Harley peered up at him with a small smirk. He grabbed one of Rio’s hands and traced his fingers over his palm. Rio gasped and released his grip.

“Okay, I’m up! Let’s go.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“You’re a dead man, Montoya.”

“Ooh, promise?”

Rio rolled his eyes, but his smile was too big to hide. He brought Harley in for a quick kiss, then he hopped up and headed for the dresser. In a few minutes, they were both fresh and ready to go. However, Harley caught Rio staring at himself in the mirror. He knew his expression well, the distant gaze and misty eyes. He took Rio’s hand.

“You okay, hon?”

Rio shook himself awake. “Yeah, just… thinking.”

“About what?”

“Past shit, things that shouldn’t mean anything anymore.”

“It’s always gonna mean something, but hopefully one day, it won’t hurt as much. I promise, you’ll be happy again.”

Rio smiled and pulled him in for a hug. “I’m already happy, thanks to you.”

Harley ran his hands through Rio’s black-and-silver hair. “Maybe I can make you happier today.”

“I bet you can.”

“So, movies in the park, or tricking Avery into blowing up a tree?”

Rio grinned. “You know me so well.”

#writeblr #writing community #wip: for all eternity

[subpar-ghoulfriend]

Live In Nanny Pt 2

Villain!All Might x Reader

All Might raising baby Deku but is in desperate need of a nanny (Pt 2). The morning after and basically wayyyy to long so the smut is gonna have to be in pt 3. (word count: a little over 2k)

pt 1 here

TW: Yandere themes, day after dub con, reader is held against their will

You were sore. Your hips, wrists, back, pussy, everything ached. A silky sheet was the only thing covering your bare form. You could feel that you were alone in bed, Toshi's bulkiness was no longer weighing down the mattress. It must be mid morning because light was streaming through the curtains. Maybe if you remained still you could absorb into the mattress. Not only because of your tender body, but because you would prefer to never see your boss again. But speak of the devil. "Are we staying in bed all day?" You groaned. Hating how he worded his question. We. It was condescending, patronizing, and somehow filled you with butterflies. Something was placed on the bed, definitely not heavy enough to be Toshi. And then you realized, not something but a tiny someone. Baby Izuku crawled over to you, babbling, and tapped your sore shoulder. "Morning, Zuzu," You mumbled. Your joints crackled to life and you tightened the covers so you could face the little one. Behind him the clock read 11:00 am. "I need to get dressed." The villain cocked his head, "I tossed your clothes in the laundry do you want me to go get something from your closet?" No, you didn't want him running through your belongings. He would probably make a mess. "Just give me one of your shirts." That provided you enough modesty to get to your room and you were surprised the menace didn't follow. You scrubbed your body raw under the shower, subconsciously punishing yourself for taking pleasure from the night before. You were frustrated. Clean and covered in giant sweat pants and a hoodie you stormed into the living room where Toshi sat watching izuku entertain himself. "I quit." There was a pause. You tried not to look at the child. He would sway your resolve. This didn't have anything to do with him, it was between you and his father. "Alright." Oh. He wasn't going to challenge you? Figures, the man got what he wanted from you. You turned on your heels and rushed back to your room. You didn't own much so it wasn't hard to shove your belongings back into the suitcase. Opening your bedside drawer you froze. Your keys and phone were missing. This was their spot. The dedicated key-and-phone drawer. You check the room once, twice, then Izuku's room, the playroom, the kitchen. "Where are my keys?" You hissed, to hell with the phone you could buy a replacement. "Why would you need those," His voice was taunting. You felt your fists ball up and your nails dug into your palms. You stomped your foot like a frustrated child. "Because I'm leaving, I quit, now give me my keys." "I agreed you can quit, if that's what makes you feel better. I didn't say anything about leaving." The tension could be cut with a knife. He wasn't speaking or moving, he was eerily looming. In the other room Izuku was getting fussy. It knotted your stomach not going to check on him, but you kept your eyes on the villain. Toshinori was the first one to move, he went to check on his son. Clearly you weren't a threat. You could do without the keys, even sacrifice your suitcase. You made it all the way to the front door where you expected him to be, but he wasn't. He was with Izuku. With a twist at the knob the door didn't budge. You tried once more before angrily shaking the door. All Might called for you, "I told you that you aren't leaving. It's a two way security system but feel free to keep trying." When did he install this? You didn't see anything obvious like a box or camera indicating a security system. You could've thrown a fit or tried to break open the window but you had a feeling you wouldn't make it far. "What are you getting at?" You asked, rejoining the father-son duo. "Nothing aside from what we discussed last night in bed," he was making your cheeks burn red. "Making sure we stay a happy family." By the tone of his voice you knew there was no room for discussion. He didn't chastise you for slamming the door your room. He didn't pester you through out the day. He didn't even open your door to tell you he made dinner. He came by later to tell you (through the door) that he left you a plate in case you get hungry. By midnight you were. You tip toed down the hall, peeking into to the nursery to see Izuku fast asleep. You scarfed down the food before crawling back to bed. --- The next day you shuffled out of bed and into Izuku's room where you picked up the quiet but awake baby. You were gentle as you combed through his green curls with your fingers. He was still warm the way babies gets when they sleep. Holding him soothed you. Toshi melted when he saw you two curled up on the couch. He didn't want to ruin the mood so he stayed out of your line of sight for a few more minutes. Finally he entered the threshold of the room, "I'm heading out for the day but I won't be out late." You could've ignored him, but Izuku's grubbing hands were grabbing for his daddy. You had been defeated by the toddler. You weren't a monster. You moved toward your now ex-employer so he could tell his son goodbye. Goodbye before he goes off to commit atrocities. Toshi kissed the child’s chubby cheeks without removing him from your arms. He was too close for comfort. You took an awkward half step back before his huge hand caught your hair. With a tug, your chin jutted forward and he pressed his lips to yours. "Zuku, keep an eye on mommy," Chuckling as he stepped out the front door. Your mind was fuzzy for a moment before looked down at the boy on your hip who was giggling and clapping his hands together. --- The jovial villain was focused at work. He was on edge, quiet and irritable. Eager to return home and help you with his son. All Might wasn't delusional — well at least not entirely. He anticipated that this would be a rough time for you, but you were a good girl, you would adjust.

When he placed that ad to scout for someone to watch Izuku he didn't plan for this. But you were so perfect. He ached for you in a way he never hurt before. Had you been anyone else he would've killed you when you found out his villainous ways. But no, he could never bring himself to harm you. God, you even took the news in stride. Yeah, you weren't thrilled and may have walked out of their lives if he hadn't stopped you; but you weren't trashing his house or treating Izuku any differently.

And you were so pretty underneath him, whimpering while you took his length, your nails digging into the man's shoulders when he released into you. You slept like a rock afterwards, rolling unconsciously into him. Your body sought his comfort, knowing you were safe with him. He just needed to give you time to adjust.

--- It didn't take long for you to stop leaving the room any time he entered. And soon you were back to your normal routine of caring for the child and keeping up with the house. You resumed playing around with Izuku and began reading a ton of books to the boy. You told Toshi that Izuku could even pick which books he wanted you to read. It was nice that you were talking to him again, sometimes making jabs at his life choices and always kept a distance between yourself and him. Izuku was becoming quite the talker, well the babbler because he hasn't said his first word yet. He was figuring it out though. He knew he could say 'Ap-ap' for apple or to get picked up. You were sure he would say his first word any day. --- The three of you were in the living room when it happened. Izuku was watching some baby show, the first "lesson" was colors and the little one did his best to make nonsensical noises. The next subject was family members. Siblings, sister, brother. Parents. Mom, mommy, mama. Dad, daddy, papa. Grandma, grandpa. Aunt, auntie. Uncle. Over and over again until the show was done. Toshi looked at the izuku who was wearing the face of a thinker. He looked at his dad, the little one was trying to get something of importance out. You both cheered for him once he finally got out the word "papa." It was cute to see the man beam with pride, even though he was a villain. The butterflies were breaking out of their cocoons again. --- Toshi didn't get much alone time with his son and he liked it that way. That meant you were with them. But when he did get time with son he worked on teaching the boy that you were the mommy. Mama. And Izuku would try to repeat but hadn’t quite got it. --- You were struggling to maintain your composure in between watching the news and cooking dinner. All Might was robbing a bank. There were hostages. You recognized the location immediately as a bank you passed almost daily before working for Toshinori. Did you know anyone inside? A small part of you worried for the man, probably because you were thinking of him as Izuku's father rather than a villain. You shut the TV off when you heard Izuku start to wake from his nap.

That night you couldn't help but notice a slice on his arm; it was superficial, not even bleeding but enough to draw out the question: Why do you do it? It's easy, he shrugged. All Might never initiated an attack unprovoked nor directed his actions towards helpless civilians. He stole, dabbled in the black market, and made sure everyone knew not to mess with him or anyone in his circle.

You just couldn't understand. When Zuku gets older he will ask questions. All little boys idolize their dads. What if someone tried to hurt the boy? 

The two of you were whisper yelling with each other. You more so than Toshi but he was still running low on patience; it had been a long day, after all. Izuku was picking up on the changing atmosphere, watching you both through furrowed brows, the quiver in his lip worsening. You stopped when you heard the whimpering begin. He was a sensitive child. Maybe you just needed to sleep. Toshi picked up the baby, bouncing Zuku in the way that always prevented tantrums and wails. He kept babbling and you could tell he was doing his best not to cry. You started to head towards your room when a cry broke out for 'mama.' This time it wasn't Toshi “putting you in your place”. This time it was Izuku.

"It's okay, Zuzu," Toshi soothed. "Mommy just needs a minute."

The crushing realization of just how trapped you were knocked the wind out of you. You couldn't leave the house. Toshi was always being too kind and patient. Somehow he managed to teach Izuku that you were his mommy. The most infamous villain had ensnared you and no matter what he wasn’t letting go. You would never be able to convince him to leave you alone and you'd never be able to leave Izuku.

You were tired of stubbornly holding out. Pathetic tears cascaded down your face, gentle and oddly relieving. Izuku practically leapt into your arms. The tot clung to you and his crying calmed down. you turned away, not able to look at the man.

"Are you going to think the worst of me forever?" Toshinori whispered. Maybe? Probably not. It was hard to tell. You didn't want to.

He continued, "I'm a good father, I would never let anyone hurt Izuku. Or you. Sure I don't have a lot of redeeming qualities but there are some."

You were tired of being stuck inside. It wasn't good for Izuku either. You wouldn't admit it but you weren't so sure you would abandon them even if given the chance. You were tired of trying to hate the man behind you. Tired of pretending you didn't fantasize about that night when you were alone in bed. Toshi moved right behind you and you relaxed against his huge chest. He was surprised and hesitant to move in case he frightened you to your senses. He couldn't just stand there though, that would be weird. Two thick arms wrapped around waist. "Tomorrow I wanna take Izuku to the park," You whispered. Toshi was equally defeated.

"Okay."

---

After putting Izuku to bed you made your way down the hall. The shower in Toshinori's bathroom was running. That was fine. You needed a moment to collect your thoughts. If this was going to work without you feeling like a hostage he was going to have to be open to loosing the reigns. 

He was surprised to see you in his room when he exited the bathroom in nothing more than a pair of sweatpants. 

"More fighting?" He cocked an eyebrow. 

You shook your head, "I hate All Might, just as much as I hate every other villain. But when you come home I don't see All Might, I just see Toshinori, Izuku's dad. That's the man I care about and no matter how much I fight it I can't stop caring."

It was hard to keep eye contact with him but you continued, "I want to be with you and Izuku, not with All Might. And I want to be here on my own accord. I want to be able to go out with Izuku and with you. Can't we just try that?" 

You didn't come in here to berate him again? Or to demand to leave? His heart softened as he realized that the person he wanted, wanted him back. You were willing to remain in their lives. 

"I can try that." 

Toshi trained his eyes on your body, fighting every instinct to close the space between. But you moved first, gingerly placing your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself as you straddled his lap.

"Can I sleep in here tonight? I want you to hold me," You whispered.

He nodded and rested his forehead against the crook of your neck. "Is that all you want from me tonight?"

#bnha yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #mha yandere #all might x reader #villain all might #all smite #toshinori yagi x reader

[eijishimas]

midnight snack.

18+ nsfw content, minors dni. all characters are aged up.

masterlist.

content warnings: oral sex (f!receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (use protection irl pls!), quirk use (electro stimulation), a hint of overstim, & a sprinkle of degradation. f!reader.

notes: all i could think about while writing this was “and they were roommates! ohmygod they were roommates.” also thank u bria ( @rekiri ) & sun ( @kiridarling ) for keeping me sane while writing this, ily both <3

wc: 3.0k

You rarely got hungry in the middle of the night. You usually went to bed full of food cooked by yourself or ordered takeout by your roommate, Denki. Tonight was different, however. You had been working on a project, one that was taking up far too much of your time due to your incompetent group members causing you to pick up the slack. You had been stressed beyond belief lately because of them. Maybe a small stretch would help clear your mind, you reasoned to yourself internally. While you were at it, a midnight snack wouldn’t be too bad. It would help ease your nerves, even. You stood from your desk, stretching your arms above your head and cracking the joints of your shoulders. Now exiting your room, you threw a glance across the hallway to see the light under your roommate’s door was still on. Of course he was staying up again, when did he not? Probably off playing video games with the guys again.

You yawned, bare feet pattering against the hardwood of your apartment floor on your way to the kitchen. You shivered, wearing only a cropped sweater you had thrifted and a pair of your comfiest shorts. So what if they were a little short on you, they did the job of keeping you comfy while you slept. No one besides Denki saw you in them, mostly because you wore them to bed. Opening the fridge door, you cringed at the harsh lighting hitting you square in the face. You bent over, eyes scanning the bottom shelf for something to pique your interest. Since you figured Denki was in his room, you didn’t bother to bend your knees while you were searching for your snack.

“Uh- I uh, whatcha lookin’ for?” Denki’s voice cracked slightly. What were the odds? Your head whipped up so fast from the fridge, you nearly knocked into the door of it. Your face began to overheat as you saw your roommate standing there in his pyjamas, fighting off his own blush as he looked at you. Had he seen how your shorts rode up your ass, giving the perfect view of the lace black panties you had been wearing that night? Maybe. The answer was most definitely a yes, but he wasn’t going to admit that to you. He really didn’t want to die by your hands.

“I was, well I was grabbing some water,” you fumbled for your words as Denki approached you, moving around the bar counter of your apartment to peer into the fridge himself from behind you. His hair was damp, sticking to his forehead indicating that he had just hopped out of the shower. No kidding, he had used your fruit passion shampoo along with lemon scented body wash again. You felt his hot breath on the back of your neck from how close he was to you, your tongue wetting your lips as you tried to ease your building nerves. You were never so nervous around him, he was your roommate and your best friend. The two of you had always been comfortable around each other.

You stood perfectly still, razor focused on the fruit cup on the top shelf to distract your mind that was buzzing with electricity. He smelled so good. He felt awfully warm. And he was incredibly close to you, so much so that you could hear his own inner monologue if you listened hard enough. You were so caught up in your thoughts that your mind barely registered that his hands were sitting comfortably on your waist. “Hey,” Denki spoke up, “Did you wear that for me?”

Processing his words, there was a tiny heat that began to burn low in your stomach. “I’m sorry?” you squeaked out.

“The black lacy ones. The ones that make me want to eat you out on the counter until you’re screaming. Did you wear those for me?” his voice was low, whispering deliciously into your ear. Sinful thoughts were clouding your mind, your previous intentions of getting a snack now lost to the idea of possibly choking on something else entirely tonight. “Denki—” His hands slipped beneath your shirt, stopping just below your breasts. You were starting to feel something hard poking at the cheek of your ass. Your breath hitched, thighs clenching together in an attempt to tame the growing heat between them. The two of you had been dancing around the notion of having feelings for each other for a long time.

You tried to look the other way every time he would stare at you for just a small bit longer than he should. He pretended to not notice the way you sat so very close to him, despite the entire couch being free. The way your fingertips brushed his thighs when you leaned over him to grab the remote. The way his touch lingered on your hip when he went to pass behind you while you cooked dinner together, his palms warm and jittery. Everything clicked together so perfectly for the two of you, it was beginning to become undeniable and almost comical at this point.

Tonight only made you more desperate for some type of release, since all of the previous tension between the two of you had crescendoed into Denki moulding his lips to your neck and sucking deep purple marks in a lovely pattern against your hot skin. Your legs felt weak, a strained moan escaping you. Between the cool air of the open fridge and his hands exploring your torso, it felt like heaven. His fingers pinched and pulled at your nipples eagerly, his name falling off your tongue as if second nature. You wanted him bad. And he wanted nothing more than to strip you of your clothes and have you right there in the kitchen.

Your legs quivered as he touched you, allowing yourself to lean back against him and succumb to his affection. “I’ve been waiting to do this for so long, baby,” the confidence radiating off the blond was dripping right into his tone. It made more of that liquid heat manifest in your lower half. You were quite certain that those lacy black panties Denki had been talking about now had a wet patch from all of his ministrations. His hands kept massaging at your breasts, small whimpers leaving your lips as you whispered out how you needed more from him. You panted, craning your neck to the side to give him more access to your skin. Your hips seemed to move on their own as you wiggled your ass right up against his prominent hard on. “Fuck,” he swore, fingers dipping into your shorts and past the waistline of your underwear to feel your slick. You were soaking from his touches, thighs shaking and fingers finding purchase in blond locks as his finger pad grazed your aching clit. “More,” you whined with need, “I wanna.. I wanna touch you, please.”

Denki’s mind felt like it was melting. Was this a dream? He never wanted to wake up if that was the case. He inserted a finger into your core, heart fluttering upon hearing you moan out for him again. Your walls hugged his single digit, his dick twitching at the sensation. You were feeling unbearably sensitive for some reason that night, the way his thumb drew circles around your clit paired with his finger reaching within you made your head light. “You’re so greedy, look at you fucking yourself on my fingers. Moaning like that for me. From how much you walk around like a little slut, you had this coming,” Denki nibbled at the lobe of your ear before adding a second digit, curling his fingers and further sending you into your pleasure. “Denki,” you called out again, head tossed against his shoulder, ass rubbing right against his dick in ways that made his head spin. “You’re so wet, do you hear that? Holy fuck, I can’t wait to taste you,” Denki’s words made the coil inside the pit of your stomach snap, your first orgasm of the night finally washing over you as you clenched around his fingers. It took all of Denki’s willpower not to cum in his boxers right then and there. Falling against him for support, your hips lazily rolled against his digits to ride out your high.

“Up on the counter babe, we’re not done yet. I’m still feeling a bit hungry,” he murmured into your ear. The two of you backed away from the fridge, leaving the door open to allow some light in the darkened kitchen. You turned to face him, seeing a bit of a loopy smile on his face despite his lust blown pupils. You wasted no time in connecting your lips, tongue sliding into his mouth with ease. Your body pressed his against the cool granite of the counter, his hands drifting lower down your back to meet the flesh of your ass. He tapped your ass a couple times, his fingers pinching at the fabric of your thin shorts. “You won’t be needing these,” he chuckled deeply against your lips. His drop in octave made you shiver. Your own hands mapped out his body, feeling across his abs that he prided himself on as a pro-hero while your other went right for his cock.

Your excited fingers pulled down his gray sweatpants along with his boxers, his cock springing free from its confines. There was a lovely amount of precum beading atop his reddening head, your thumb swirling the natural lube around his tip. The action elicited a groan from the blond, grabbing a bit harder at your ass. You were gentle, teasing even, your eyes glazed over in lust as your hand pumped his dick at a slow tempo. Denki’s hips began to fuck into your hand, his chest heaving as he took this time to shed himself of his t-shirt. He felt entranced by how your fingers looked so delicate fisting his cock, breath hitching in his throat as your wrist rolled with each stroke of his dick. “Do you know how— fuck — how long I’ve waited for this?” Denki’s words are gentle, his neck craning back down to nip at your exposed skin.

“Too long?”

“Way too long.”

You giggled and he groaned, a low rumble against your soft skin that makes you shiver yet again. You smirked with amusement as you felt him pulse in your hand, yet Denki pulled away from your touch just as you were about to tip him over the line to his own orgasm. “You, you first,” he told you, golden eyes trained on yours, “I like seeing you come undone for me.”

A whimper escaped you, his grin hungry with want for you and only you. “Let’s see how good you taste,” he pressed a final kiss to your lips as he eagerly dropped to his knees. With a shy look in your eyes, you allowed your legs to spread, giving Denki a full view of your pretty pussy. He was practically salivating, eyes taking in your wet sex with a strange fire lit behind them. He was eating good tonight. With your fingers threading in his hair and tugging lightly, he took it as his signal to go. You sucked in a gasp of surprise as something cool touched your already slick entrance. Oh, you had forgotten that Denki had a fucking tongue piercing.

Instinctively, your thighs started to close around Denki’s head. He held them open with ease, the metal ball of his piercing following the tip of his tongue as he happily traced your entrance. “Denki,” you huffed, growing frustrated at his languid pace. For a man who seemed rather eager, he was going very slowly. Denki hummed in response, lips now attached to your clit and you felt your body jolt at the feeling. Fuck. Maybe you should have bit your tongue instead. Channeling electricity through his quirk, you felt a shock emitted from the tiny piece of metal in his mouth to your aching clit. “Denki!” you moaned, eyelids fluttering as you struggled to keep your gaze on him. Your hands kept pulling at his semi-damp hair, rutting your hips as best as you could into his face as your heart beat rapidly in your chest. You felt ten times hotter than you did when you first entered the kitchen, your hands expelling your own sleep shirt to the floor as Denki moaned at the sight of your exposed tits. This gave him the opportunity to push his tongue into your pussy, your toes curling at the sensation of his tongue entering your heat. He had his fun, darting his tongue in and out of you as he kept moaning to keep up the tiny vibrations. Moving his bangs away from his eyes, you could only watch as he ate you out with his skilled muscle.

His tongue reached deeper inside of you, his hands holding your thighs apart firmly as they were threatening to clamp around his head with more force. You hadn’t anticipated that Denki would be this fucking good with his mouth. Your inner walls squeezed around him, your moans picking up in volume. Your nipples were peaked, your back arched and your head thrown back as all you could do was continuously grind your hips against his face. This only edged the blond further, his nose stimulating your swollen clit as his tongue delved as far as it could into your dripping cunt. You nearly screamed his name as you were finally tipped over the edge, your chest heaving as Denki suckled at your sensitive lower lips. He drank your essence happily, your body prickling with heat as he drew back to watch in awe at how your pussy fluttered invitingly around nothing. He was drunk on the feeling of you cumming on his mouth. You two were definitely doing that again.

As you steadily regulated your breathing, Denki slowly got up from his position on the floor. Wiping away a bit of your cum from the corner of his mouth, he threw you another grin. You swallowed dryly, “Need you.”

“What was that, baby?”

“Need you, Den. I need you in.. Please.” Your eyes were begging him to give you more. You had seen how much his cock had been leaking onto the kitchen floor, practically throbbing between his legs from not having given release. With a cheeky sort of smile, Denki gave you a kiss to your cheek before settling his lips to the shell of your ear. “Whatever you say, babe.”

In an instant, you were swept off the counter, your body being caged between the closed freezer door and Denki holding you up from beneath your thighs. His cock fell heavy against your stomach, twitching in its desperation for attention. The light emitting from the open door of the fridge illuminated the right half of the electric blond’s face, his expression lustful and giddy in the harsh LED lighting. It made your heart buzz with anticipation, your body tensing as he eased the head of his cock past your folds. Your hands scrambled for his shoulders, fingernails leaving red crescents along his creamy skin. Denki’s eyes were on you, his breathing irregular as you wasted no time in pulling out and thrusting back in with confidence. His lips swallowed your moans, the wet, lewd sounds of your fucking adding more tinder to the heat now coiling in the pit of your stomach for the third time tonight. “Please,” you begged, practically trembling from overstimulation as Denki rocked you into the cool aluminum of the freezer door.

“Please what, baby?” the playfulness in his tone didn’t match the serious manner in which he kept pistoning into you, chasing his own release as your slick from previous orgasms now coated his cock and ran down his thighs. Each time he went in, he angled himself right up to meet that special spot inside you to make you see tiny specks of white dot your vision. “I- I, ah! Denki!” Fingers now grasping at his hair again, you yanked harshly as you came around his pulsing cock for the third and final time, squeezing him snugly as you desperately attempted to catch your breath. There was a tingly sensation running through your legs starting from your thighs, numbing and electric as Denki kept up his quick pace to chase his own release, groaning dirty praises into your ear that made you keen. Your legs wrapped around his waist, urging him to go deeper and finish inside of you. His hips met yours for one last time, stuttering as he pumped his sticky cum into your abused hole. You two stayed there for a moment, you letting out quiet giggles as Denki took his time in getting the air back into his lungs. He let you down steadily from the position you had been in, making sure to hold you up since the feeling was still a bit lost in your legs.

“Wow that was,” Denki paused, struggling to find the right word for the situation you two had caught yourselves in. “Satisfying,” you finished for him, to which he blushed deeply. The smile he flashed you was earnest and relieved, if he was being quite honest. “Ah, nice! Let’s get you something to eat, maybe a cheese string. But definitely water!”

“I’m actually feeling pretty full right now in terms of cheese. Thanks for that, Den.”

“Wait really?” Denki questioned as he swept his boxers along with his shirt off the kitchen floor, his concern showing through his furrowed brow, “Not even for a cheese string?”

A deadpan look crossed your face, sighing as you gave in to your dumbass of a roommate. “One cheese string.”

“Bet!”

Needless to say, post sex activities consisted of a hot shower, the second Shrek movie, and two cheese strings (per Denki’s request). Not a bad way to relieve your stress, you concluded to yourself happily as you snuggled closer to your roommate, fingers intertwined beneath the blanket as you allowed yourself to slip into a comfortable slumber against Denki’s shoulder.

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[malfoysstilinski]

hogwarts express | DRACO MALFOY (smut)

Draco Malfoy x Reader (past harry x reader) 

SUMMARY: Draco fucks Y/N to prove a point to Harry who he knows is hiding in the storage compartment above, watching the whole thing. 

REQUESTED: first of all, i absolutely love your writing!!! ok so you know how on the train in sixth year harry was spying on draco in the compartment? what if draco and y/n have sex in front of him while he’s still under the cloak and draco is like “put on a show.” 👀 i’ve been thinking about this nonstop for days @sapphicnoodle69 

WARNINGS: dirty talk, public sex, choking, oral (both receiving), slut shaming, probably more idk 

MASTERLIST

“Hogwarts,” Draco scoffs, a sneering look on his face as he fiddles absentmindedly with his fingers on the table in front of you, “what a pathetic excuse for a school. I think I’d pitch myself off the Astronomy Tower if I thought I had to continue for another two years.”

You frown from where you’re leaning your head on his shoulder, your senses consumed by Draco. All you can smell is his expensive cologne and the peppermint of his shampoo, the smooth material of his suit’s blazer brushing your cheek as you stare across at Pansy and Blaise. They look equally as confused as you do. Draco hadn’t been the same since his father had been sent to Azkaban, all thanks to Harry Potter, Draco had said. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Pansy questions. 

“Let’s just say, I don’t think you’ll see me wasting my time with Charms class next year,” Draco mutters bitterly. 

Blaise snickers lightly and Draco’s eyes snap to him in an instant-- venomous and daring. It’s the kind of cold look that anybody would dread getting from a Malfoy. 

“Amused, Blaise?” Draco sneers, “We’ll see just who’s laughing in the end.”

You miss the tiny metallic clanging noise from above your heads, and so do Blaise and Pansy from where they’d sending you questioning looks, as if you should know why your boyfriend’s suddenly acting like the four of you haven’t spent the past six years exchanging all your secrets and hanging out at any free moment you may have. 

Draco knows who’s there. Your ex-boyfriend. His enemy. Harry Potter. He pisses Draco off even more with the way he always stares at you. It gives Draco an idea. 

Draco’s gaze flickers down from the storage racks above your heads and back down at you when you finally lift your head from his shoulder. You reach for his hands that are on the table and pull them underneath innocently. You give his hand a squeeze and keep your fingers intertwined on his lap, watching as his shoulders relaxed slightly beside you. 

The rest of the train journey is less tense. Draco doesn’t suggest anything else as solemnly as he had been, and you all talk about your summers. Well, you, Blaise, and Pansy do-- everybody knows Draco definitely did not spend his summer eating the finest food in France like he usually did. 

As you’re listening to Blaise talk about his mother’s latest fiancé, you feel Draco’s hand snake from your hand and drift to your leg. It’s bare beneath your school skirt, the British September weather not yet cold enough for a pair of tights. You know he’s glad that you decided to get changed early. You shiver at his icy fingertips on your thigh, pursing your lips together when he gives it a rather rough squeeze. 

He glides his hand up and down, leaving goosebumps in his wake as he tries to remain as casual as possible, keeping a hard look on his face whilst he stares at Blaise. You’re also trying to appear neutral, cursing your boyfriend for having such a thing for getting off in public. One day you were going to get caught, and that was the day you would also be disowned by your family. 

He keeps you in suspense for the last hour of the train journey. At that point, the dark green panties that you’re wearing are absolutely soaked, sticking to your pussy and even dampening the top of your thighs. His hand hadn’t left your leg once, trailing close to where you desired him the most, where your clit throbbed and pulsated, and then back down closer to your knee to give you a breather. 

Draco Malfoy was a fucking tease and he would be the death of you-- that was for sure. 

Finally, when the train pulled up at the station, everybody starting to climb off of the compartment, but Draco remained sat where he was, also blocking you in from your window seat. As Blaise and Pansy grab their bags and start to head off, they look back at you both in confusion, wondering why you’re not leaving. 

“You two go on,” Draco mutters, running his hand across his jaw. “Y/N and I have something we need to discuss.”

Pansy gives you a sly smirk and a wink before she grabs Blaise’s arm and practically drags him out of the compartment. Your heart is pounding as you watch Draco slide out of his seat once your friends have left the two of you by yourselves, watching as he moves closer to the carriage door, sliding it shut. He pulls the blinds down next. 

“This might be the last time we get the chance to do this,” Draco smirks as he glances back at you. “Stand.”

You do as he says, watching as he grabs his wand out of his pocket and swishes it, all of the other blinds coming down to conceal you from the outside. Your clit is pulsating so hard and you nearly groan out loud as he starts to march closer to you, rubbing your thighs together for some relief. 

Draco’s hand snaps out to grab your neck, fingers gliding down your soft skin before he digs his fingers in slightly, shallowing your breathing. You whimper as his other thumb drags itself down your lip. 

“I know you’ve been desperate for this,” Draco mutters, releasing your neck and undoing his tie, flinging it down onto the table beside you both. “And you’ve been a good girl for me. Parkinson and Zabini didn’t suspect a thing, did they?”

“No,” you breathe in agreement, “they didn’t.”

“I think my good little slut deserves a reward for being so patient,” Draco mutters, tilting your head with his hand on your jaw, leaning down to press wet kisses to your neck, sucking hard below your ear and leaving a hickey behind as you grip his arms, eyes rolling into the back of your head. 

“Draco...” You pull away from him slightly, finding his silver eyes darker than usual as he stares down at you. “Right here? What if someone comes looking-”

“Colloportus,” he mutters, locking the doors with his wand. “There. We’ll hear if someone tries coming in.”

“And if somebody hears us?”

“Muffliato.” 

That’s enough for you. Especially when Draco’s looking as handsome as he does and when he has that grip on your waist. You know you’re in for a good quickie when he grabs you and whirls you around, forcing you down so that you’re bent over the table that they had just been sat at. 

His hand drifts between your legs where your school skirt has ridden up, exposing your soaked panties. He tuts as he kicks your legs apart with his foot, gliding his lanky fingers up your leg and towards your ass where he lands a harsh smack. You whimper, your hand clasping over your mouth. 

Draco reaches down and dives his hand between your legs, cupping your sex. He pushes your panties to the side and immediately comes into contact with your slick arousal. It coats his fingers and makes him smirk as he glides it between your folds and towards your clit where he rubs circles. When he notices how you’re muffling your moans with your hand, he lands a sharp slap to your clit that makes you jerk unexpectedly against him. 

“If I see you trying to keep quiet one more time then I won’t touch you,” Draco swore, returning to rubbing your clit when you peeled your hand away from your lips. “Good girl. I want to hear those pretty sounds you make.” 

You moan at a mixture of his words and the sensation rippling through your body, your arms stretching out in front of you and trying to grab hold of anything, but there was nothing for you to hold so you simply clawed at the table as Draco drops down onto his knees. 

He whirls you around so that you’re facing him, his face level with your pussy as he yanks your skirt up. He glides your panties down your legs and then thrusts one finger inside your hole, making your breath hitch. You throw your head back, you hands clinging to his bleach blond hair. As another finger slides in, both pumping in and out at a dangerously slow pace, Draco leans his head dow and starts to lick at your clit, looking up at you whilst he did it. 

You moan, bucking your hips. “Draco, please. Please, please. Fuck. Fuck!”

That’s right, Potter. He thinks. This is the closest you’ll ever get to seeing her like this. And it’s all because of me. 

Draco hums against you and wraps his mouth around your entire clit, sucking hard and licking at the same time. It throbs and feels like it’s going to explode, porn-worthy whimpers leaving you as you throw your legs up onto his shoulders, sitting further along the table as he laps up your juices eagerly. 

A third finger slides in and you groan at the stretching sensation as he fucks his fingers into you harder. Your hands move up to palm at your breasts, until Draco grabs your wrist. You huff at the loss of contact. He stands, licking his lip as he pulls his fingers out of you and holds them towards your lips. 

“Suck,” Draco demands and knowing Potter is watching, envying him and wishing that he was the one that had you at his will, makes him smirk harder. 

You respond eagerly, leaning forwards and taking his fingers into your mouth. You look up at him, eyes all wide and innocent that have Draco even harder in his trousers. He swears to Merlin that you’ll be the death of him as your tongue swirls around his digits, licking yourself off of him and cleaning him up. 

“Good fucking slut,” he grows. “Now on your knees. Where you belong.”

You respond quickly, dropping down like he had commanded you to. Without hesitation, you reach for the button and zipper of his trousers, undoing them both. You reach into his underwear and pull his cock out, wetting your lips at the sight. He’s as hard as ever, precum oozing out of the top as he grabs the base of it, smacking your lips with it. 

You half open your mouth, making a moaning sound as he smears it across your lips, leaving his precum behind. Your tongue darts out and you lick it up as he smacks your cheek with it. Your mouth opens wider, sticking your tongue out. Draco thrusts his hips slowly closer, his cock resting in your mouth as you take over, grabbing his shaft and jerking off anything that you couldn’t fit into your mouth. 

You suck in your cheeks as you bob on his dick, pulling off all of the way to then lick at his tip. Draco’s hand grips your hair like it’s a lifeline, small curses leaving his lips as you take him all the way back in. His tip hits the back of your throat, making your eyes water, but you keep him there for a few second, hearing his breathing grow short at the feeling until you pull him off of you, his cock now covered in your saliva. 

“Fuck, you’re so good,” Draco mutters, his fingers going beneath your chin and moving with you as you stand up. “And you’re all mine. Nobody else can have you.”

“Mhm,” you moan in agreement as he lays you across the table that you had been at before. “Don’t want anyone else.”

“Not even Potter?” He refers to the boy you’d dated briefly back in fourth year-- the same one that hadn’t been able to keep his eyes off of you since, even when you were wrapped under Draco’s arm two years later.  

“No, you,” you agree, “Just you. Only you, Draco.”

Draco places runs his tip up and down your folds before he presses it at your entrance, slowly gliding in. You both groan at the sensation. You’d throw your head back if you weren’t already being fucked on the hard surface of the table. Your hands grip the sides beside you, but it doesn’t stop your body jerking as Draco fucks into you hard. 

He’s being rough, clearly trying to prove a point as he watches your body wither beneath him from where he stands at the end of the table. He pushes your skirt back up when it falls down a little, and this time his thumb moves to your clit. Draco smirks when your back arches and you cry out. 

“Draco!” You nearly sob as he slams into you, your soaking heat making sounds that echo across the compartment. “Draco, Draco. Fuck me just like that.”

Draco groans at your words, rubbing your clit harder and slamming in and out of you like it’s his mission. Your walls clench around his cock and have him tilting his head back, a breathy moan leaving his lips as he doesn’t stop his assault on your nub. Everything feels so good-- you can already feel your orgasm coming, thanks to the foreplay earlier as well. 

“You’re so good for me,” Draco growls, glancing down and spitting on your pussy, even though you were already soaked. He rubs it in as he watches his cock drive in and out of your shaking form. “Such a good, pretty, little slut. But just for me.” 

“Just--” You squeeze your eyes shut when Draco hits a certain spot inside you, making you scream out. “Just for you, Draco.”

“Do you hear that Potter?” Draco booms with a laugh, but you don’t process what he’s said at first. “Do you see her? The way she comes undone for me. How she would let me do anything for her?”

You realise what he’s saying after a few seconds and several more powerful thrusts. Your eyes widen, realising that Harry must be snooping around in the compartment-- that was why Draco had been so tense after the small blackout. 

“Draco--”

Draco leans down and hisses against your ear, “Let’s put on a little show for him, shall we, princess?”

You cum. You scream out and throw your head back, the thought of Harry watching Draco fuck the life out of you guiltily filling you with adrenaline and power and even arousal. You claw at Draco’s blazer-covered back as you call out his name, walls clenching around his cock over and over. 

Finally, seconds later, you feel his hips stutter and one last powerful thrust before his cum begins to fill you, hot and fast. Your eyes flutter at the sensation, breathy whimpers leaving your lips as he pulls out of you and yanks your skirt back down whilst you sit up. 

“Petrificus Totalus!” He grabs his wand and shoots the spell at the storage shelves above you. 

You gasp when you hear a thump. You bend down on your knees and pull up the invisibility cloak that Harry had, revealing the boy himself-- paralysed, of course. Draco grabs you and pulls you back, a smirk on his face. 

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you it was rude to eavesdrop, Potter?” Draco spits, grabbing his bag with the hand that isn’t holding you wrist. “Oh, that’s right, she was dead before you could wipe the drool off your chin.”

Harry’s seemingly-lifeless eyes just stare back up at the two of you and you gasp when Draco drives his foot down onto Harry’s face, an audible cracking noise filling the compartment. Blood immediately dribbles down his face as Draco releases you to grab the cloak back off the ground. 

“That’s for my father. And stop fucking staring at my girlfriend. I think it might be obvious to you who she prefers now.” He throws the cloak back over Harry, making him invisible again. “Enjoy your ride back to London.”

Draco grabs your hand again and his briefcase and leads you away again, fully satisfied that Potter had learnt his lesson. 

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[sailorhyunjinz]

~ Discreet ~

Warnings: fem!reader x dom!3racha, smut, mentions of periods, foursome, voyerism, fingering, hairpulling, use of degrading terms, riding, nicknames, dumbification, penetrative sex (be careful), unprotected sex (BE CAREFUL), masturbation, double penetration, anal sex, creampie, cockwarming, the smuttiest of smuts...

Word count: 3.5 k 

Requested: yiiiip thank u 🧃 anoniee~ 

Note: ok i did more like...u know the days before ones period? am i making any sense? idk i just though that it would be such a hassle to write if the reader had their period so... im just leaving it here and... im gonna hide. 

i feel so bad for jisung in this AKSJS

also im in love with this gif akfhsfksjhf

“No, stop nagging y/n” Bangchan said without turning around in his office chair. The studio contained your three loving boyfriends which were great most of the time but when you had to beg them to fuck you they weren’t the nicest.

“I’m not even on my period yet” you said to Bangchan in a cocky manner, sighing while looking at the backs of the two other boys, each one working on a computer with their headphones on. Bangchan fiddled with his phone before showing you his bright screen.

“But soon it is and according to the app you can start of feel higher levels of pain before your period” Bangchan stated with a half smile.

On his screen was the period tracking app you had shared with the boys but you were surprised to know that Bangchan actually checked it. You tried to grab the phone but he stood up hastily, lifting his arm up so the phone was out of your reach.

“Why did I even share that stupid app with you guys” you huffed, giving up on retrieving the phone and sat down on the leather couch behind the desks. He sat down moments after you and smirked at you. 

“So no, we won’t fuck you because we both know how rough things get, especially when Changbin is riled up” he said turning back to the computer screen.

A bunch of memories zapped through your mind. How they manhandled you and took turns to cum inside you, leaving you nothing but a wrecked and cum- leaking mess. Since both Jisung and Changbin had headphones on they hadn’t heard the conversation. Your realisation was genius. It’s just to ask them about it! Sure, Bangchan would be pissed about it since he was clear on a couple of rules, one of them being to not fuck behind each others backs but you were so needy. Your body ignited with just the though of being touched. Being determined you shuffled over to Changbin and lightly wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. He smiled, moved one side of the headphone off of his ear and turned his head around to face you.

“Everything good, baby?” Changbin asked, looking at you with adoration. 

You smiled back at him and hesitated asking him about the favour but with a slight voice crack you leaned into his ear and said;

“Bangchan is being mean and says that he won’t help me with... w-with my neediness”.

He nodded slightly as his gaze returned to the monitor infront of him, busy with some producing. 

“Babygirl got some wits I see. You thoughts I didn’t hear the conversation you just had with Chan?” he didn’t look at you, clicking and typing away at something. Fuck. How did he hear that?

“But please Binnie~” you wrapped your arms tighter around him and gave him a peck on the cheek but to no avail.

“You don’t know how difficult it is to say no to your pretty face” he finally looked at you and pecked you back on the lips. You laughed slightly at his corny remark and patted him on the shoulder before darting your eyes towards Jisung. He was sitting a bit away from the other boys in a corner, the ice in his americano had melted and diluted the coffee from the warmth in the studio. Changbin put on his headphones again and returned to his work as you sat down on the empty chair next to Jisung and looked at him with puppy eyes.

“What’s up bub?” he rubbed your thigh that was exposed from the fluffy black skirt you were wearing. You rubbed your thighs together, Jisungs hand stuck inbetween them. He laughed quietly to not disturb the other boys. 

“You don’t even need to tell me, I know what you want” he whispered, leaning into you and removing his trapped hand. You bit your bottom lip as you looked at him with innocence in your eyes, scooting closer with your chair. 

Your gaze traveled down his body until it landed on the tent between his legs. The warm touch of his hand grazed closer and closer to your heat that was uncomfortably wet, your panties sticking to your cunt from arousal. You cupped him through his pants, his breath hitched due to the friction. The both of you observed the other boys but thankfully they were deep into their work, their eyes glued to each computer screen, the blue light reflecting on their precious faces. Jisung and you turned back around and caught eye contact with each other to which the both of you laughed inaudibly. He leaned towards you, the hot breath from his mouth hitting against your ear.

“Chan will be so mad” he said with a ambivalent tone, not sure if he wants to receive a scolding from Bangchan after he fucks you. You shook your head from side to side, doing everything to convince him.

“Sungie~ I’m all wet for you. I’ll promise to not tell Chan” your eyes twinkled towards the boy that had removed his headphones and placed them on the keyboard of the silver colored computer. 

“Of course you won’t baby, I trust you” Jisung whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. His fingertips began to graze your wet clothed cunt to which you had to muffle a whine by biting the inside of your cheek. Jisung smirked seeing you so sensitive and needy, ready to risk it all for his dick. Pushing the thin fabric to the side, Jisung felt your leaking wetness and exhaled loudly from excitement wanting to just slam you onto the couch and fuck you senseless. You jerked your head towards he couch, asking him to move to which he looked slowly towards Bangchan frame and agreed. 

The two of you stood up carefully and sat down on the black couch that you had been on moments earlier. Jisung sat down first, the weight of the couch shifting as he sat. You followed shortly, straddling him and facing away from the working boys. Jisung had a mischievous smile plastered on his face and your face was burning at the though of getting fucked by Jisung behind Bangchan. Your hands traveled to Jisung’s belt buckle and with the utmost care you unbuckled it. Jisung helped remove his pants and popping his dick over the band of his black boxers. You let out a breathy whine from just the sight of his veiny dick, the tip cherry red and a string of precum coating the slit. You pumped his length a couple of times, earning a hiss from the dark haired boy before your heated sex hovered above his hard dick. Sneakily you snapped your head towards the working boys and was assured when they were intranced in their work, the subtle klicking and typing creating background noise. Jisung held your hips hard enough to leave red marks the day after before he pushed you down onto his dick. Sparks were flying everywhere in your mind, the feeling of being filled to the brim by Jisung’s girth made you choke on a moan. Jisung gave you time to adjust as you bottomed out, lifting your shirt up just so that your bra covered breasts peeked out. Slowly you bucked your hips against his and the brown eyed boy hissed quietly. Grinding on him you felt the knot of nerve endings being stimulated as Jisung circled your clit with his slightly cold thumb that contrasted with your sopping heat. 

The added pleasure stringed out a string of whines from your lips until Jisung’s big hand covered your mouth, he looked at you with trust in his eyes and you smiled against his cold hand. You held onto his shoulders as you rode his length, your nails digging into the skin as the skirt pooled around your hips and shifted everytime you grinded onto Jisung that was now covering his own moans by clearing his throat. For one second he looked at your pink and red flushed face and then drifted his brown orbs behind you, making sure that neither Changbin or Bangchan glanced backwards. You shut your eyes tightly, Jisung’s pretty face disappearing as a rainbow of colors flashed before your eyes. The pace quickened due to Jisung’s hands being placed on your hips after momentarily removing them to stroke a piece of your hair behind your ear. He guided your cunt up and down his dick, the bouncing impacting the couch that let out a tiny creak. Jisung’s grip was hard on your hips as he let out a breathy moan behind his closed eyes. The knot in your stomach tightened, nearing your release as your mind blank. Both your and Jisung’s head was thrown back, eyes shut and everything tensing up. Just as the bundle of nerve endings was about to unravel with Jisung’s girth grazing your g-spot your hair was suddenly yanked from behind, you held onto the boys sturdy shoulders as a loud yelp forced it’s way out your mouth. 

“Dirty fucking slut” a voice growled behind you as the grip on your hair tightened, holding you with full force by your roots. Your and Jisung’s eyes darted open, panic slowly filling them. The big hand belonged to Bangchan that  was upside down in your sight since he pulled your head backwards. He glared at you with anger, brows furrowed as he spat out;

“Computer screens reflect but the two of you are too stupid for that”. 

He let go of your hair as he shoved you towards Jisung that was terrified of the consequences and quickly lifted you off of him. Changbin turned around due to the commotion and ripped away his headphones upon seeing Jisung shoving his dick back into his jeans. Bangchan grabbed your arm harsh enough to hurt you and lifted you up before slamming you against the white wall of the studio. You felt  Changbin’s and Jisung’s eyes burn into you through Bangchans back. Bangchan’s arm was at the side of your head as he looked down on you with disbelief. 

“I was t-trying to help he-her” Jisung stuttered behind Bangchan but he wasn’t having any of it.

“Shut it” he growled, inches away from your face as his gaze was black. 

Bangchan’s fingertips trailed down your torso before they plunged under the skirt and brushed your cunt that was now even wetter than before thanks to riding Jisung moments earlier. The boy tugged on you panties and they eventually fell down, pooling at your feet. Without warning, two fingers dived into your soaked pussy, a loud moan rolling off your tongue as the return of friction felt like heaven. Your legs automatically seperated but were stopped by the elastic of the panties not going further. His digits hammared into you, pain mixed with pleasure as your back was tightly pressed against the frigid wall. 

Changbin lurked behind Bangchan’s shoulder as Jisung was sitting on the couch helplessly, not wanting to anger Chan further. Changbin gave Bangchan a pat on the shoulder, Bangchans eyes still glued onto you, pure rage filling his dark brown orbs. He moved away upon Changbin’s arrival and instead glared at Jisung as he sat down into his office chair, now turned to face the couch. 

Changbin grabbed your warm and slightly clammy hand and led you to the couch, panties awkwardly grazing along the studio floor. You landed with a thud against the leather couch, Jisung stiff as a plank beside you. Fear charged thorugh your body since you knew how rough Changbin could be at times and you desperatly clutched Jisung, wrapping your arms around him. Bangchan tsked as he shifted closer with his chair and put his foot between the tiny gap seperating you from Jisung.

“You’re only watching tonight, isn’t that right Jisung?” he said, tilting his head slightly.

The boy beside you whined and pouted with his bottom lip sticking out. 

“B-but I didn-t even..” he tried to form a sentence but gave up quickly as a shiver ran down his spine from Bangchan’s fierce presence. 

Changbin removed your clothing in an instant as well as his own, clothing pieces sprawled out on the wooden floor. When the two of you were left in nothing but your underwear he attached his plump lips onto yours, coaxing your tongue by playfully licking your bottom lip. You moaned into the kiss as he fumbled with the bra clasp for a second before releasing you from your clothed prison. The chilly air hardened your exposed nipples and you felt the stares of the three boys in the room. The kiss deepened as Changbin grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you closer, his other hand hooking onto the edge of your panties and dragging them down. You broke the kiss momentarily to lift your hips upwards so that the panties were removed fully from your body, laying in the puddle of other clothes moments later. Both Jisung and Bangchan were palming themselves through their pants, the both of them visibly hard as the tents between their legs grew. Changbin felt up and down on your thigh and spread your legs apart and layed your down on the couch. It felt so wrong yet so right to be all spread out for them in the studio, their hungry gazes observing your wet sex. 

Changbin removed his boxers in a swift motion and his dick sprang, the red tip hitting his abdomen as his girth made your mouth water. You sat up and looked him mischievously into his eyes before opening your mouth without command. He scoffed at your boldness before grabbing your head by the roots in exactly the same place Bangchan did earlier which stinged with pleasure. Your head was harshly pulled down his length, giving you no opportunity to breath before he started to facefuck you. You grabbed his other hand as tears formed in the corner of your eyes due to his tip hitting the back of your throat making you choke. Changbin liked seeing you like this. Drool and tears running down your red flushed face. You peeked over to Bangchan that had already started stroking himself upon what he saw. You couldn’t help but to stare. The way his veins cascaded down his immense length, how his tip disappeared and reappered through his hand as he was bucking against it. You also managed to take a glance at Jisung whose ears were red, his pants straining his growing erection as he was unable to do anything about it. Changbin noticed you looking around.

“What’s the matter slut? You want us all three?” he cooed at you to which you responded with a slight nod of the head as you hollowed your cheeks, your jawline starting to hurt a bit. Changbin let go of your hair and instead grabbed your face as you pulled back, catching air and coughing with drool on your chin and chest. He leaned down to kiss you once, his tongue feeling soft as his lips hit your swollen ones. A string of spit seperated the two of you when he broke the kiss and slowly pressed up against you, your back hitting the couch. Your legs seperated automatically, already knowing what’s to come before he alined himself with your wet leaky hole. He hissed as he entered your tight pussy, your back arching slightly against the sofa. Jisung shifted uncomfortably in his seat, desperatly trying to get some friction by rubbing against his pants. Changbins pace gained quickly making the couch squeak like it did when you rode Jisung. Your clit was sore from earlier which you only noticed after Changbin placed his thumb on your clit and started rubbing it in fast circular motions, rubbing you raw. Pretty lewd sounds spilled from your lips and filled the studio as your eyes were shut tight from Changbin’s girth fitting perfectly into your pussy, like two puzzle pieces. 

“Look at your little cumslut, taking my dick so good” he cooed arrogantly, trying to make himself heard over your moans.

“P-please Changbin..let me c-cum” you pleaded, a blush creeping onto your face from your bold statement. 

He smirked towards you before looking at Bangchan whose strokes were getting sloppier and turned his head quickly in your direction, a signal to come and join. Before getting out of the chair he gave Jisung a glare and a mocking smile, showing him his place. 

Changbin lifted you up slightly making you half sit as he pounded into you, one knee bent on the couch and his foot on the floor giving him good aim and strength to wreck your sore pussy even more. You were practically crying, feeling sensations a thousand times more which made you go crazy as his girth dragged along your velety walls. You looked up at Bangchan that was standing at the side of the couch with his hard dick facing you. He dragged his open hand against your hot cheek and past your ear before placing his tip on your quivering lip that were working hard to hold back moans. His precum coated your rose-like lips, glistening in the light as you opened your mouth and took his length. Bangchan rolled his head back and placed held your face by the cheek. He looked back at Jisung to make sure that he was suffering and right so, the poor brown haired boy was pratically sliding of the couch as he fiddled with his legs and tried to avoid Bangchan’s lust filled eyes. 

You could feel every vein on Bangchan’s girth as he twitched in your mouth while you coated his dick in your saliva. Licking fat stripes against his shaft you narrowed your tongue once you got to the tip before flicking your tongue upwards, earning a hiss from the buff boy. Changbin’s thrusts were getting sloppier and his movements made your breasts jump up as well as your head accidently choking on Bangchan’s dick. The moans that were muffled by his dick sent vibrations through his body which made him even harder, it that’s even possible. Suddenly he laced his pretty, veiny hands in your thick locks and pulled you off his length before lifting you up by your hair and pushing you against Changbin. You straddled Changbin, slowly sinking onto his girth yet again, filling the momentary emptyness that made you whine. Bangchan was standing behind you and traced his hand across your back before his dick poked you in the butt and he slided into the hole that wasn’t filled. Your mind felt like static as you were filled up at both ends. Your head layed on Changbin’s shoulder as his hands were guiding your cunt against his dick. Everytime he moved you backwards Bangchan’s dick entered deeper into you, your moans becoming higher in pitch every minute. The knot in your stomach tightened, feeling a build up of tension in your core as your abused clit grinded onto Changbin. Your hands latched on the back of Changbins arms, nails digging into his skin as Bangchan’s pace quickened. His arms snaked around your neck and choked you, the lightheadedness of it making you swoon. The grip creeped up to your face as he harshly held your face and made you look at Jisung. You felt humiliated but that’s exactly what Bangchan wanted you to feel. Your loose gaze landed on Jisung’s soft eyes as your cheeks were burning and drool hanged from your chin. 

“Isn’t our y/n so pretty with her fucked out face” he growled at Jisung, his voice and his pace making your eyes roll back into your skull. 

Changbin moaned loudly once before releasing his hot liquid into your dripping pussy. His cum coated your walls and trinkled down to eventually leak out of you, Changbin’s dick still inside of you as he looked up against the ceiling and panted. Changbin’s girth twitched inside of you, chasing your high by grinding against him and overstimulating his delicate tip. Your broken moans echoed in the room accompanied with the sound of skin slapping and Bangchan hissing. Like a bunch of fireworks, your core ignited with Bangchan’s last thrust as he came inside of you and smirked with a devilish grin on his face. You flopped against Changbin’s chest as your orgasm crashed upon you like an ocean wave, leaving you stunned with your mouth hanging open and your legs shaking, feeling unstable and uncontrollable. Bangchan pulled out and Changbin lifted you off onto the couch. You could only breathe heavily as your head spun. Bangchan got closer to you and spread your legs apart which made you shudder, scared that they would start round 2. The three boys stared at your leaking holes, the white liquid mixing together with your own juices. Changbin and Bangchan turned to Jisung at the same time and his flustered gaze moved violently around the room. Bangchan approached the poor horny boy and bent down as he was sitting. His raspy voice formed goosebumps on Jisung’s soft skin.

“Clean up the mess however you like.” 

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Back To You

Summary: What are the chances that a nuclear attack threatens New York when you decide to take Tony’s newest Iron Man suit on a joy ride? Very high, actually.

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Warnings: death, panic/anxiety attack

Words: 9,840

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"Access denied."

You groaned in frustration at the voice, smacking the keypad with your palm and listening to it beep under your touch. You tried your pin once more, throwing your hands up in the air when the voice repeated her statement. You chewed your lip, lost in thought as you stared at the keypad, seemingly screaming at you louder than the voice, ACCESS DENIED, like you didn't get it when the voice said it out loud. You knew it wasn't going to work, but you pulled against the door anyway out of desperation. It didn't even budge.

"What are you doing?"

Your throat clenched as you gasped, jumping up on your toes as you twirled to look at whoever snuck up on you, holding a hand to your heart when you saw Wanda. The smile on her face sent butterflies through your stomach as you settled down, crossing your arms over your chest and pouting. "That was not cool," you stated bitterly.

She released a laugh, tilting her head at you. "That doesn't answer my question."

"Tony locked me out of the lab," you expressed, throwing your thumb towards the door behind you. You knew Tony’s code, but he made it so he gets a notification whenever someone uses it. You don’t know why he just doesn’t change it. Probably because he enjoys catching you in the act all the time and watch you try to squirm your way out of it. That sick sonuvabitch.

And then you raised an eyebrow, a smirk crawling on your lips as you stepped closer to Wanda.

She saw where this was going immediately, crossing her arms over her chest to block you as she shook her head. "No. I'm not going to get in trouble because you want to play in his lab. He took your access away for a reason."

You took another step to her, your hands finding her wrists and tugging her arms free from her chest, wrapping them around your waist and grabbing the back of her neck to pull you close to her. "Please, baby?" You brushed your nose against hers before moving your lips to her neck, hearing her sigh when they made contact. "I'll do whatever" - you kissed a spot on her neck - "you" - another kiss, your lips trailing alongside her and you couldn't help but smile as her head tilted, giving your more surfaces to kiss - "want later."

She absentmindedly pulled you flush against her, her hands roaming up your back as you continued dragging your lips across her skin, going up her neck and down her jaw. Your lips eventually brushed against hers and her breath hitched in her throat.

"All you have to do," you whispered, "is enter your pin."

Still connected to you, she gave up all logical thinking and stepped towards the keypad, hastily throwing in her pin. The laughter coming from the back of your throat vibrated against her jaw and she released a soft moan as you pulled her tighter against you. Her mind was fuzzy, willing to do whatever you asked as long as you just didn't stop, but the second you heard the door unlock, you peeled yourself away from her and pulled the lab door open.

She stood there for a moment, dazed, before following you in. You knew you were going to pay for that later, but for now you were going to enjoy the moment in the lab.

"So, why did he restrict your access?" Wanda questioned as you made a beeline towards one of the computers. You pointed towards a wall, Wanda following your finger to see a giant hole going through it to the outside. "Y/N, what did you do?"

You laughed as you sat down in the chair, waking the computer up. "It's not my fault. Tony left one of his Iron Man gloves out so I did the most reasonable thing anybody would do and tried it on." You shrugged. "I'm sure you could imagine the rest of that story."

Wanda lingered a few feet behind you, watching you type away on the computer. She loved watching you when you got into work mode like this, your eyebrows slightly pinched in concentration and the tip of your tongue jutting out as you pressed it between your teeth. Your foot never seemed to sit still, bouncing your knee as you focused on the screen in front of you. This was how she had first met you. She was new to the Avengers and you were sitting in this very lab, not giving her the slightest bit of attention when Tony tried to introduce the two of you. You were way too focused to pay attention to any outside sources, not allowing anything to interrupt your work. Tony seemed proud at the time, unlike a normal person who would be annoyed at your behavior and consider it rude. That was when Wanda knew she had to be able to hold you in her arms as you slept. 

She managed to find you in the cafeteria later that day, being able to introduce herself to you properly rather than watch you in the lab from afar. She fell hard for you the second you smiled at her.

"There it is." Your voice cut through her thoughts and her eyes wandered to the screen in front of you. She walked the rest of the way to place a hand on the back of your chair, leaning over your shoulder to get a closer look at the screen. "Tony's newest suit." You saw a brief glimpse of the blueprints yesterday, before getting distracted by the glove. He caught you before you could go back to it, having heard the giant blast and running. The look on his face when he saw it, disappointment.

"This is all you wanted?" She laughed as she straightened her form. "And here I thought you wanted to blow something else up."

You looked up at her, eyebrows furrowed. "I'm not a teenager anymore, Wanda," you declared proudly. "I am an adult and a very responsible one at that."

She looked towards the hole in the wall and back at you, a small smile on her face as her eyebrow quirked upwards.

You rolled your eyes. "That was so long ago. I don't even know why Tony hasn't fixed it yet."

"I'm pretty sure it happened just yesterday," Wanda declared. She was in here less than 24 hours ago and she would have seen the eye sore in the wall.

"Yesterday is a long time, baby," you countered, placing your hand over hers on your shoulder as you turned your attention back to the computer. You quickly decided to change the subject. "Look, this suit is his best one yet! It has nanotech!"

She smiled at your giddiness, looking away from the computer to watch your face light up. She was so busy staring at you that she didn't take note of the quick flash of your finger pushing down on the spacebar. She didn't even bother listening to a machine whirring to life somewhere behind her until you stood up and stepped away from the computer. 

She turned around to see a prototype of Tony's arc reactor coming out from the top of a table, a light shining down on it as it rested in the middle of a small pedestal.

"Y/N, what are you doing?"

The smile on your face didn't waver a single inch as you walked past her to the arc reactor. "This is Tony's newest suit," you told her, ignoring her question. "He hasn't even tested it yet!" You laughed as you reached for it, but was pulled to a sudden stop as a red glow surrounded your hand. You looked at Wanda, eyebrows furrowed.

"I'm not letting you blow another hole in the wall," she stated.

"Fine," you said. "I won't touch it."

She searched your eyes, looking for even the littlest hint of a lie, but she couldn't find one. When she released her hold on you, you took your hand away from the arc reactor and she let out a breath of relief. "Let's get out of here before Tony comes in."

"Let me put the thing back," you stated bitterly as you made your way back to the computer. "Don't want him to know we tampered with it. Well, almost tampered with it." You sat back down in front of the screen as both of your phones emitted a beep. She pulled hers out as you remained focused on the computer. She felt her worry simmer down as the pedestal made the noise to go back into the table, hiding the arc reactor out of sight.

"There's an emergency," she said, "and they're calling for us."

You waved your hand. "Go. I have to clear your pin to hide us ever being in here today."

"Y/N-"

"Wanda, I promise I'm not going to blow anything up in the lab," you said, looking at her. Your eyes were pleading as she stepped towards you, the worry etched on her face as she reached for you. "I'm just trying to avoid a grounding." You accepted her hand, bringing it to your mouth and pressing a soft kiss on the top. "Plus, they'll be even more suspicious if we both show up late."

She smiled as she leaned down to plant a soft, deep kiss on your lips, however brief. She straightened up and placed a hand on your cheek. You found yourself leaning into the touch, your eyes fluttering close as she stroked her thumb across your skin. You could stay like this forever, her touching you so gently, but when your phones released another impatient beep, she pulled away from you.

"I'll see you there," she said and you nodded as she walked away. You turned back to the computer.

The lab door closed behind her, sending a glance towards it. She wanted to stay with you, a feeling in her stomach and a tiny voice in the back of her mind told her to go back in, her hand even reaching out to put her pin in the keypad to go back in, but when her phone beeped once more, she seemed to snap out of her daze and leave the lab behind, ignoring the feeling and the voice.

Reaching the conference room, she noticed all the Avengers were waiting patiently. Tony was distracted by something on his phone, Natasha and Clint were lost in conversation, Bruce was minding his own business by keeping his head down, and Steve was standing at the front of the room, arms crossed tightly over his chest as he waited to start the meeting.

"Where's Y/N?" Steve questioned.

Wanda glanced at Tony, noticing that he was still too busy on his phone to focus on Wanda's answer. "She's running a bit late," she said, looking back at Steve with a smile as she moved to sit down. "She said we can start without her. She'll just be bored throughout this thing anyway." It wasn't a lie. You could never get through a meeting without sitting still or changing the subject, much to Steve's displeasure. And she couldn't help but smile, knowing you do it on purpose.

He'd be trying to talk about the kidnapping of the president and you'd somehow seamlessly transfer the topic to how bees have two stomachs. That would get everybody arguing, Steve trying to get their focus back, but it was too late. The damage would already be done.

Steve shrugged, silently agreeing with her statement, and cleared his throat loudly. Everybody hushed down, Tony picked his head up and tucked his phone away. "The Pentagon has been receiving mild threats against the States," Steve started. "It started out with controllable things, such as delaying the subway or changing the routes of flights."

"They couldn't handle that?" Tony questioned. Wanda looked down to hide the smirk growing on her face, seeing where you had gotten your attitude from and it shows. If you were here, you would've said it instead.

"They did handle it," Steve defended. "The threats stopped for a couple weeks. They figured it was just a bunch of kids having fun."

"A bunch of kids who can hack into government systems," Natasha added.

Steve sighed, knowing he was losing this battle in defending the Pentagon. "Well, now they're back and they hacked the nuclear missiles."

That seemed to get everybody's attention, Bruce picked his head up with a face contorted into worried confusion, Tony leaned forward in his chair. Natasha's form tensed and Clint rubbed his face. They all seemed aggravated, wondering why the Pentagon is just now doing something about it. Tony was thinking why they didn't change their security after the first time. Bruce was wondering why he was here - there's nothing the Hulk can do about nuclear missiles. Clint and Natasha were claiming the same exact thing: they didn't get paid enough for this. Everybody but Steve seemed annoyed.

"They're threatening to launch unless they get over 27,000 in bitcoin by three o'clock," Steve said.

"That's 1.5 billion dollars," Tony clarified.

"By three o'clock?" Clint scoffed. "That's less than five minutes."

"The Pentagon can't hand over the bitcoin, which is why they contacted us," Steve explained. It's not that they can't, it's that they don't want to. They know that the second they hand over the money, they'll just up the price. They need to make an example out of these attackers.

"We can't stop a nuclear attack in less than five minutes," Bruce spoke up. "We can't stop a nuclear attack at all."

"We did it once," Steve retorted, placing his hands on his hips, "we can do it again."

"No, actually, I did it once," Tony corrected.

As everybody started arguing, Wanda's attention was drawn to the window behind Tony, eyebrows furrowed when she saw a flash of Iron Man's suit fly by, wavering all over the place unsteadily. She looked at Tony, then back out the window. Tony was right here, why is one of his suits out there? Unless it's malfunctioning. Looks like that could be the case considering it can't even fly in a straight line. There's the off chance that someone hijacked one of his suits and decided to take it on a joy ride, but that's highly…

Wanda's eyes widened in realization and she was on her feet immediately. The "oh, no" that came out of her caused the argument to die in everybody's mouths, all heads turning to her. Her mouth propped open, her eyes wide, she sucked in a deep breath. "I just realized that I… have something I have to do." She made her way to the door.

"What's more important than a nuclear- And she's gone." Steve sighed. 

"There goes one of the people who can actually stop this thing," Clint stated.

Tony stood to his feet and followed her out of the room.

"And another one," Natasha added.

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Ten minutes prior

"I'll see you up there," Wanda said, walking away after you nodded. You turned back to the computer, listening for the door to close shut before typing on the computer, a wide smile crossing your features as you watched the arc reactor prototype make a reappearance.

When your phone let out a third annoying whine, you took it out of your pocket and threw it on the table, leaving it behind as you crossed the room to the arc reactor.

You marveled in it's beauty, running your fingers across the smooth, glass top. You breathed out excitedly as your hand drew away from it, remembering the promise you made to Wanda. The last thing you wanted was to break a promise with her. Your relationship was so good, you didn't want to add unnecessary pressure on it because you couldn't control the engineer inside of you.

And then you remembered wearing that glove yesterday, the excitement coursing through you as it glowed to life in your hand, the feeling of power when you accidentally blasted that giant hole in the wall. You didn't even bother trying to hide it from Tony - there was absolutely no way you were going to hide a hole that size. He saw it Immediately and grounded you from the lab for a week. It's only been a day and you were already going through withdrawal.

"I promise I'm not going to blow anything up in the lab." That's what you said. In the lab.” You can still keep the promise and have fun. Because if you wear the suit outside the lab, then you won't blow anything up inside the lab. What a genius loophole. 

Without another moment to waste, you snatched the arc reactor prototype off of the pedestal and pushed it against your chest, feeling the nanobots crawl over you as a suit of armor formed. Your heart hammered against your chest with a high you couldn't feel anywhere else, not being able to sit still as you became Iron Man.

Everything was in 4k when it was all said and done, the screen inches from your face scanning everything in the room when you looked at it. In the corner of the screen you saw the battery this thing had, seeing that it was just barely over 50%. The least Tony could've done was charge the thing.

Now, the question was: how were you going to get out of the compound without attracting the attention of all the SHIELD agents out there? When you looked up, you almost smacked your forehead. This was definitely a sign you couldn't ignore. This is what the universe wants. And who were you to refuse the universe?

You positioned yourself a few feet away from the hole, moving into a sprinting position, your palms facing out behind you as you anticipated the thrust of the jetpack, but when nothing happened, you straightened your posture.

You clapped your hands together, even tried to snap your fingers, but to no avail. You groaned, shaking your hands. Nope, didn't work.

"How the hell do I fly this thing?"

You were suddenly launched forward, smashing through the wall a few feet to the side of the hole that was already there. So much for keeping that promise. The thrusters stopped working and, being on the top floor of the compound, you were plummeting three stories down to the ground.

Panic rushed through you, regret just the cherry on top of that as you twirled through the air, your stomach dropping to your feet as you realized… what a stupid way to die.

"Fly, fly, fly." The thrusters in your palm went off at the perfect moment, landing flat on your stomach on the ground safely. You climbed to your feet, looking around to see a couple bystanders staring at you.

"Hi, Mr. Stark," one greeted and you sent him a friendly wave. "Are you okay?" You held up a thumb, gave him a salute, and flew upwards. You couldn’t talk, they would know something’s up when it was your voice and not Tony’s. As if they’re stupid enough to not know something’s up when Tony didn’t say anything - he always says something.

You zoomed around the building, unable to keep your balance as you soared through the sky. You pictured Tony flying through the air and copied his movement, straightening your form and flying steadily as you flew further and further away from the compound. Laughter escaped the back of your throat, followed by a victory yell as the outside world flew by you.

"Good evening, Mr. Stark." The voice came out of nowhere, scaring you and making you lose your balance for a brief moment. You looked down, trying to fix yourself, but when you picked your head back up, you gasped when you saw a building a few feet in front of you.

"I don't know how to turn!" you screamed as you braced for impact, your eyes squeezing shut and your hands going up to cover your face.

Your flying came to an abrupt halt, opening your eyes and lowering your arms to see the building mere inches from your face. You floated in the air, standing up as you looked around.

"You're not Mr. Stark."

"F.R.I.D.A.Y." You sighed out in relief. "Let me down." You wondered if she was still salty about you locking her out of her own system that one day long ago.

You had wanted access to Tony's blueprints. He mentioned he was giving Peter Parker an upgrade on his suit and you, being the nosy engineer you were, wanted a peek. F.R.I.D.A.Y. wouldn't let you see it and, no matter how many times you warned her, she wouldn't listen. So, you locked her out of the system for a measly little five minutes. Suffice to say, she wasn’t very happy once you let her back in, giving you an attitude whenever she had to say something to you.

"Y/N," F.R.I.D.A.Y. greeted and you groaned. Yep, she was still salty. “Setting destination.” You watched as the screen changed in front of you, seeing that she was planning on putting you in autopilot mode to send you back to the compound.

“No. No, no, no, wait.” The suit forced itself to turn around. “Let’s talk this out, F.R.I.D.A.Y. Look, I can give you an upgrade Tony wouldn’t give you. Just name it.”

The suit laid flat in the air, the rockets thrusting you forward as you made your way back to the Avengers compound at a reasonable speed.

“What do you want? Uh, I can give you missiles!” An AI with missiles? What kind of bribe was that? That's like asking a kid if they want to do taxes. Panic engulfed you the more you got closer to the compound, your thoughts racing to try and weasel your way out of this. F.R.I.D.A.Y. was such a vindictive machine. The love/hate relationship the two of you had was always leaning more to the hate side. “You know, you’re not so innocent yourself!” Suddenly, the suit stopped flying and straightened itself. You laughed, nodding your head as you said, “That’s right. I know what you did.”

F.R.I.D.A.Y. remained silent and you wondered if that was her cue for you to tell her what you know. And, if you’re going to be honest, you didn’t know anything. You just said it out of sheer panic, thinking it wasn’t going to hold much ground for the perfect AI, but it apparently did. The sneaky bit-

“Threat detected.”

“What now?” The suit spun you around to make you face the threat, your eyes widening when you watched the screen zoom in on something that was very far away. “Is that a…”

“Warhead? Yes.”

“Now is not the time for sarcasm, F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

“What would you like to do, Y/N?”

You watched the screen display the small nuke, watching it grow bigger and bigger as it flew towards New York. “What do you mean what would I like to do? There's only one thing we can do." You sighed, shaking your head. "Looks like we’re going to stop a nuke, F.R.I.D.A.Y.”

Keeping autopilot on, F.R.I.D.A.Y. flew you towards the oncoming nuke. And the closer you got to it, the more you realized… what a dumb idea! But you kept going, only one thought on your mind: Wanda lives here.

You remember Tony dealing with a nuke the first time the Avengers got together, watching it on the news as he guided the warhead to outer space. It seemed so easy, minus the part where he almost died coming back down to Earth. And the new upgrade on the suit would let you breathe in space, so that wasn’t an issue.

“30% power remaining.” F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice pulled you from your thoughts.

“Thanks, F.R.I.D.A.Y., because that's what I want to hear while flying towards a nuke,” you stated. Well, this is just great. If you do this right, that would leave you with just enough juice to come back to Earth, though it’s going to be extremely close. And you’re not going to have a Hulk to save you.

Your speed increased as you flew towards the oncoming nuke, not a single doubt in your mind as you realized that F.R.I.D.A.Y. took autopilot off a few minutes ago and you were flying perfectly. You grinned, proud of yourself for figuring out how to properly fly seconds before coming in contact with a nuke, but the grin quickly washed away when you felt a force pull against you, stopping you in your tracks.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y., how do you expect me to save New York if you keep stopping me?"

"That's not me."

You looked down towards your feet, eyebrows furrowed in confusion until you saw the all-too familiar red aura swirling around your ankles. You lost control of the suit, being forced back to the ground and gently landing on your feet in the middle of one of the busiest streets in New York.

You turned to look at Wanda, pursing your lips together. You were so busted. The angry look on her face told you that you were going to have a hard time talking your way out of this one. You didn't want to take the helmet off, better off not letting her see your face in the middle of your first ever real argument with her. She'd see how truly terrified you were and you didn't want that. You needed her to think that you were okay doing this.

As if F.R.I.D.A.Y. read your mind, the helmet removed itself and you huffed. You're being personally attacked by an AI and you don't really know what to do about that.

"Wanda, listen, I'm-"

"Trying to get yourself killed? I'm aware." She crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowed with anger and a smidge of betrayal. How dare you leave her behind to do something so reckless? 

You sighed. How could you even possibly be annoyed at her? She has gone through so much for someone who gave a lot to the world, she just doesn't want to lose anybody else. But she'll lose everything if you don't stop this missile.

"Baby, you need to let me do this," you said, stepping towards her. You managed to conjure up some courage, looking in her eye and knowing that if you didn't do this, she would die. "I promise nothing bad is going to happen." You knew that it was going to be a broken promise, especially the longer you stand here talking to her with your battery running low. You weren't going to mention that and you definitely couldn't think about it. Instead, you focused on her. You just let her fill your thoughts while she dug through them, trying to figure out what could have possibly possessed you to do this idiotic charade.

You replayed memories of her. The way her eyes would crinkle when she smiled, the warmth that spreads through your veins whenever she laughs. She was the brightest of light on the darkest of days and you wouldn't want anybody else by your side… except for now. For now, you couldn't have anybody by your side.

You tried to take off, but you didn't get very high up before she stopped you, slamming you back down to the ground rather harshly. You landed on your feet, bending your knees to reduce the impact, your hand using the ground to prevent you from falling forward.

A true superhero landing.

"Wanda." You stood up, looking at her. Her head tilted, challenging. "What are you doing?"

"Missile approximately three minutes from impact," F.R.I.D.A.Y. said in your ear and it kind of scared you. She was so quiet, and you didn't even have the helmet on, so you didn't expect it. But other than the slight flinch Wanda didn't notice, you didn't react to her statement. You were too focused on your angry girlfriend.

"I'm stopping you from dying," she snapped. You furrowed your eyebrows, stepping towards her. Of all the things she's sacrificed to save the world, she didn't want you to be one of them. She didn't want to wake up in a life where you no longer existed, but that's the same reason why you're doing what you're about to do. You'd rather her live a full life than have it end in the next two minutes.

Your mind drifted away from Wanda, trying to figure out a play to get away, to stop the missile. It was clear she wasn't going to just let you go, but the two of you standing in the middle of a street in New York, causing a traffic jam, there were multiple things you could do to get her attention off of you and onto something else just long enough for you to fly away.

She closed the distance between you and her when she saw what was going through your mind, your features softening as she grabbed onto your hand and held it against her chest. You would've been able to feel her heartbeat if it wasn't for the Iron Man suit.

She sighed, using her free hand to cup your cheek and you found yourself leaning into the touch. "I love you," she said, her voice a bit softer than it was earlier, "and I don't want to lose you."

"Approximately one minute from impact." Leave it to the resentful AI to interrupt a beautiful moment. You had to move now. You couldn't think about your next play, you had to just do it. 

"I'm sorry," you whispered.

Her eyes searched yours, her mind sorting through your thoughts to see why exactly you were apologizing, but the only thing she could see were all the memories of her. She got lost in your thoughts, enjoying the memories replaying in your mind. From the first moment she saw you to now, the love shown in your mind formed a tornado of butterflies in her stomach.

The hand against her chest twitched, the high pitched noise of the suit's repulsor making her come out of her daze, confusion crossing her features just moments before she flew away from you, the blast of the non-lethal blast making her break through the glass of the building behind her as the helmet covered your face once more. You sent one last look towards Wanda, guilt being the only feeling you feel until F.R.I.D.A.Y. began counting down from thirty in your ear.

You flew up into the air, finding the path of the missile thanks to your favorite AI. You ignored F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s warning for 15% power as you gently pushed up against the nuke from the bottom, arching it up into the air. The missile pushed against you, the auto-lock mechanic fighting to go back to it's target, but you kept it steady. You flew straight up, the city of New York getting smaller beneath you, reading the calculations displayed on the screen.

They weren't in your favor.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y.," you breathed, soaring higher and higher into the air, "call Wanda." She was unconscious, but you could still leave her a voicemail. Maybe that'd help her come to terms if you don't make it. That this wasn't her fault, but your own stupidity.

"Contact not found." You sighed as she displayed a small screen off to the side, the only name under it was Pepper's. To be fair, this was a prototype. Tony probably didn't consider it being used to guide a missile into space.

You could've connected F.R.I.D.A.Y. to your own phone, downloaded the contacts wirelessly, but you remembered that you had left your phone back in the lab. So, that plan was out the window. And you don't memorize her number, so now with less than 15% battery remaining, the possibility of making it out of this alive was slim and that last thing you heard from Wanda was I love you. Whereas the final words you breathed to her were I'm sorry.

Your stomach twisted with regret, but you were far too deep into this situation to pull back now. You already miss her, knowing just how mad she's going to be. She's never going to let you live this down. You don't know how long you're going to have to suck up to her until she forgives you, knowing she's going to string it along to get as much as she can get. And you smiled, knowing that you were going to enjoy every second of it.

That's on the assumption that you're going to make it out of this alive.

You passed the clouds, flying up with the missile on your back. The blue sky disappeared, being replaced by the darkness that is outer space, sprinkled with millions of stars. If this wasn't a vital situation, you would've stopped to enjoy the new scenery.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. tried to warn you of your new battery percentage, but she barely got a word in before she faded away. You sighed, thrusting forward to get yourself as far away from Earth as you could. You didn't want to look at the level of power you have left on the suit, fighting everything within you to not let your eyes flicker to that corner.

The missile on your back stopped fighting you, the auto-lock mechanism not working this far out in space. The only thing you could think of is Wanda as you released the missile, watching it continue to drive itself forward, seeking a new target, anything to hit so it can do what it was designed to do.  

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Five minutes earlier

Wanda's eyes fluttered open, grunting in pain as she stood up. Pieces of glass rolled off of her, scattering to the ground and crunching under her feet. She shook herself out of the daze, momentarily confused as she walked out of the building she was blasted into.

She felt herself breathe out in relief when Iron Man landed in front of her, her eyes glossing over as she walked towards you. "Y/N…" she sighed, reaching out to you, but she froze when the helmet was removed to reveal that it wasn't you.

"Where is she?" Tony questioned. Wanda placed a hand across her stomach, a wave of nausea crossing over her as she used her other hand to point upwards. Tony sighed heavily, his eyes going into the back of his head in frustration before looking back at her. 

She knew the significance of saving the city - what's one life compared to millions? - but she would've kept you over them. She had failed in preventing you from doing this reckless stunt and she couldn't breathe. Her chest was pushing against her, her lungs trying desperately to get air in them, but she just couldn't. And Tony saw it, the sadness in her eyes, dejection in her slumped shoulders, the misery written clear across her face. He could see the love she held for you, the slow grief coming out of her as she slowly but surely realized that she's never going to see you again.

"Come here." She made eye contact with him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he held his arms out wide. His fingers flapped, gesturing for her to come over to him. She cleared her throat, looking around for a moment before feeling herself give in.

She crossed the rest of the way to him, folding her arms around Tony's suit of armor as he held onto her. Tears slowly, quietly streamed down her face as she breathed in the metal and oil from his suit, knowing this wasn't nearly as good as a hug without the armor, but for her at this moment, at this time, it was close enough. This was something she needed.

"I'm going to get her," Tony whispered in the silence, making her step away from him so she could see his face. The determination in it should've settled her uneasiness, the confidence should've made her agree to his plan, but the suit he was wearing did not stand a chance to the cosmos. She knew that, which is why she shook her head.

"No." On the small chance that you do make it back to Earth safely, she couldn't risk Tony - the man you look up to, the man you idolize, the only reason you had worked your ass off to become a part of this team - going into space and not coming back down. You would be completely devastated.

But when he pursed his lips together and tilted his head, she made no attempt to stop him when his helmet recovered his face. She didn't move when he launched himself upwards, letting selfishness take over her as he chased after you.

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"Well, F.R.I.D.A.Y.," you said, barely a whisper, barely a breath. She couldn't hear you, she was here, but you pretended she was. With 1% power remaining, floating aimlessly through space, you knew this was going to be the end. "I'm going to… thrust back towards Earth. It's going to use up all of my power." Let the lack of gravity levitate you back to the Earth's atmosphere, let it drag you back to New York or wherever it let's you land.

You liked to pretend that the AI wasn't interested in what you had to say, thinking she was giving you the silent treatment. It was better than to accept that you're alone up here, in your time of dying.

You had to get back to Wanda. Just the thought of her made you use the last bit of the suit's power to thrust you forward, watching as the screen in front of you flickered off as the suit died. You watched through the two little slits as the Earth came closer to you, releasing one last breath before you fell into darkness.

Tony continued climbing the sky, soaring up as fast as his suit would let him. His flying faltered, sputtering to a stop when he saw something coming at him from above. He squinted his eyes, F.R.I.D.A.Y. zooming in on it for him and he felt his chest become light when he saw you coming down, but that feeling only lasted for a moment when he realized that you weren't stopping.

You flew past him at a speed he wouldn't be able to stop, the suit being engulfed in fire due to the friction from the air. Despite knowing he wasn't going to be able to stop you, he flew after you, boosting in an attempt to reach you, but you were going too fast.

He watched as you continued to escape his reach, your body twirling along with the speed and friction. He gritted his teeth as the city continued coming up at the two of you impossibly fast, desperate to catch you.

He couldn't reach you as he watched you hit the ground, landing safely on his feet as dust blew up around the impact. He felt his breath leave him as he stumbled forward, his helmet coming off and his eyes searched through the smoke as he walked into it, instinctively swiping it away from his face.

Once the dust settled, relief flooded through him when he saw a red bubble surrounding you for a brief moment before it disappeared, Wanda falling to her knees next to you. She used her powers to rip the helmet off your face, her hands gently caressing your face, your lips blue and your skin pale.

"Please," Wanda begged as Tony joined her on the other side, her hands glued to your face, her thumbs running circles on your cheeks. Tears streamed down her face as she leaned forward, Tony's hand resting on your chest. She couldn’t feel your heartbeat underneath her fingers, sucking in a shaky breath. Where was your heartbeat?

She connected her lips to yours, breathing air into you in desperation. Her sob cut off her CPR attempt, crying into you. You left her and she'll never forgive you for that. Her chest felt heavier, causing her to fall deeper into you. Her stomach twisted, making her feel nauseous. Tears blurred her vision completely, but she didn't mind that. It prevented her from seeing your dead, cold face.

Tony cried silently next to her, covering his mouth with his armor-covered hand to prevent the sobs that were building deep in his chest from escaping. He couldn't tear his eyes away from face, scared that if he looked away, he'd miss your eyes opening. He waited for a smile to tug your lips, your laughter as you look between the two of them and declare it as an impractical prank. Sure, he'd be pissed, but you'd be alive.

And that's all he really wanted.

Then everything halted when she felt you breathe one long breath against her cheek, pulling away to look at your face with wide eyes. Tony placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, sending her a nod when she looked at him as his hand slid off your chest.

And she laughed.

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Your eyes slowly opened, squinting against the artificial lights hanging above you for a brief moment before adjusting to the brightness. There was a steady beeping next to you, turning your head slightly to see a heartbeat monitor. You picked up your arm, feeling a lot heavier than usual, and seeing all the necessary needles and equipment attached to you. Your arm fell back onto the mattress with a thump, pulling the attention of Tony.

He looked up, tossing a magazine onto the bedside table with a slap and moving to sit on the edge of his seat. You sighed, seeing that disappointed glint in his eye as you turned your head away from him. You caught sight of Wanda laying down on one of the hospital's foldable beds, not looking comfortable at all. She was sleeping, her eyebrows scrunched together and her nostrils flaring. You wondered if she was dreaming about yelling at you. It didn't seem to be a peaceful sleep. And you wanted to join her on that thin, crappy mattress, hold her in your arms.

Tony clearing his throat made you look back at him. You sighed, your head falling back into the pillows as you stared at the ceiling.

"I should be dead," you stated absentmindedly, staring through the ceiling and picturing the dark skies above you, "but I'm not. How?"

"It's an actual miracle," Tony answered softly, not wanting to wake Wanda up just yet. "I'm not complaining. We needed a few of them these days." You looked at him, turning your head against the pillows. He released a sigh, placing his elbows against his knees as he leaned forward.

"Let me guess," you started, "I'm grounded from the lab for another week."

He grinned, laughter hiding behind his cough, an attempt to not laugh at this serious situation. "No, I talked to Pepper and she talked me out of it. But I think you learned your lesson."

You nodded. "Yep, no more Iron Man suits."

"Good," he said, smiling. You watched as he stood up, moving to sit on the edge of your bed. He clasped his hands together, keeping his back to you. "I was actually thinking about making you your own so you can stop stealing mine. And you could help me design it, of course."

Your eyes widened, a smile growing big on your face. "Really?"

He chuckled at your excitement as he looked over his shoulder at you. "I already built it as a surprise for you, but we can make some modifications," he answered. "I was thinking… Iron Lass."

He laughed a bit harder when the smile faded from your face almost immediately, your eyebrows raised in shocked surprise. "Tony," you expressed slowly, making sure he gets every single syllable into his brain, "I can tell you right now that that is never going to happen."

"Well, we have time to figure it out," he assured you, shrugging nonchalantly. "It'll take you a while to fix those two holes in the lab. And then we can start designing the suit, build it, and begin your training."

You were so happy that you didn't even care that his true punishment lied within the great news - fixing the two giant holes wasn't the worst thing in the world. But the look he was now giving you made all signs of happiness fade away from the room, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"You gave me a real scare, kid," he stated, sighing. He ran a hand through his hair nervously and a soft smile landed on your face as you reached out for his free hand. He looked down at the contact, wrapping his hand around your tightly, afraid to let go. "And I can't really be mad at you, can I?"

"You gave me the idea, Tony, so… no, I don't think you can," you confessed, chuckling. "So, why was there even a nuclear attack on New York anyway?"

He sighed thoughtfully. "A couple college grads decided it'd be fun to hack the Pentagon and get into the missiles," he explained, placing his other hand over the top of yours, ultimately squishing your hands between both of his. "They made it really easy for F.R.I.D.A.Y. to track them down and find them, but not before they managed to launch a missile at the deadline. They're serving a very long sentence." You rolled your eyes at the AI's name, Tony seeing the gesture. "What's the beef with you two?"

You breathed out a heavy breath, shaking your head. "It's a long story." It actually wasn't. You had just gotten out of a huge punishment - or what would've been one if Tony hadn't talked to Pepper before you woke up; thank you, Pepper. Now that you know Tony wasn't aware of the whole F.R.I.D.A.Y. situation, you weren't going to mention it just yet. You were actually surprised she hasn't ratted you out. "You know what, I'm actually quite thirsty."

He stared at you for a seemingly long time before finally blinking. "And you think I'm going to get you a drink?"

You laughed and nodded, feeling him squeeze your hand gently before getting up. You watched as he left the room, the door closing behind him with a click. Turning your head towards Wanda, your heart squeezed in your chest in fear to see her standing right next to your bed. She grinned at you as you slowed your breathing.

"Why do you do that?" you questioned and she laughed gently. The smile remained on her face, even after the laughter slowly faded away, but her eyes were holding a different story. You took her hand, rubbing your thumb across the top of it as you stared at them. "I'm sorry."

She was quiet for such a long time, the weight of the silence pushing against you uncomfortably. You sucked in a deep breath and released it before picking your head up to look her in the eye. "You shouldn't be the one that's sorry," she said softly, biting the bottom of her lip nervously. "I was thinking selfishly. You saved the city. You're a hero."

You sighed. A hero. Would you call yourself that when you were thinking selfishly, too? The only reason you saved the city was to save her. And if you were going to be honest with yourself, you hadn't even considered the millions of people living here. You had only considered the one.

"So, you're not mad that I shot you?" You sent her a cheeky smile when she raised her eyebrow, her head tilting just slightly.

"That's a different story, Y/N," she answered and you laughed as you tugged her to you, making her climb into the bed. You wrapped your arms around her, her head resting against your chest, humming along with your beating heart, the heart that only beats for her. "But I guess we can talk about it later."

You held her for a moment, letting her listen to your heartbeat, smiling softly as she sighed with content. You cleared your throat, breaking the moment, before saying, "I was… terrified."

Her humming stopped, focusing on your words, holding her breath as you stared at the ceiling, neither of you looking at each other.

"I was so alone." Not even a hateful AI to keep you company. "There was the tiniest chance that I was getting back to Earth… back to you. And that's all I wanted, Wanda. I just wanted to get back to you."

She breathed out, squeezing herself into you. "Next time you go off into space with a nuclear missile, take me with you." You laughed, her head tilting up to look at you. "Because then I wouldn't have to worry about you making it back to me."

You leaned down, your lips brushing against hers. "I promise I'll always make it back to you," you whispered before connecting your lips to hers, the kiss holding a force of desperation as you deepened it, wanting to feel her.

She pulled away from you, your face following her for a brief moment. She raised her hand, cupping it against your cheek and you leaned into the touch, your eyes fluttering close. "I'm so proud of you."

You smiled at her words, your heart fluttering. "Want to know why I really did it?" You opened your eyes to look at her, your smile challenging. "I had to one up Tony."

She laughed, her hand flying away from your face to playfully smack your shoulder.

You groaned condescendingly, laying your head back into the pillows. "He had a portal and a Hulk," you stated. "Only thing I had was a very angry girlfriend."

"Yeah, well, that very angry girlfriend saved your life."

You looked back at her. "And I am extremely grateful for that girlfriend." You leaned down, your noses rubbing against each other. Your lips were so close, you could feel them brush against each other, soft and warm. "I should call her to thank her."

You could help but laugh a little bit when Wanda pulled away, an eyebrow quirked upwards, just daring you to continue this little joke. You placed your hands on her shoulders, rubbing them affectionately. You laughed lightly at her expression.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Were you thinking I was talking about you?" You laughed harder when she shrugged your hands off her and stood up. You breathed in when she made her way to the door. "Wa- Wanda," you called out and she stopped, her hand on the doorknob, looking at you over her shoulder. She waited for you to continue as you sucked in a deep breath. "You're going to get my phone, right?"

Your laughter followed her out into the hall, nearly bumping into Tony with a cup in his hand. She lost her composure and smiled, your laughter still coming from the room behind her.

"She thinks she's being cute," Wanda explained before Tony could ask. She crossed her arms over her chest as she added, "I'm going to go get some food and let her think she messed up."

Tony laughed as he patted her on the shoulder, passing her to enter your room.

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Led Zeppelin blasted through the room, dulling the noises of the electric tools, and you couldn't help but bob your head to the beat. Tony was somewhere behind you, his nose stuck to a tablet as he hummed along with the song. He chose the music, you didn't have a choice in the matter, but you weren't exactly complaining.

"You're doing it wrong." The volume of the music was lowered as you stepped away from the wall, eyebrows furrowed as you looked over your handy work. It was done, one of the two holes had been covered and it took you hours with Tony watching over your shoulder, silent the whole time.

"How am I doing it wrong?" you questioned, gesturing towards the perfectly covered hole. Okay, it was obvious there was a hole, but you'd just need a few layers of paint and boom. But other than that, you think it's one of your best works.

Tony made eye contact with you from where he stood, crossing his arms over his chest and an eyebrow quirking up. "You're rushing.'

You scoffed. Of course you were rushing. He said when you're done with the wall, he'll give you your suit. "Tony, I helped you build a couple of your earlier Iron Man suits, I'm sure I know how to fix a wall."

"It's not sturdy."

"It's plenty of sturdy," you declared defensively, crossing your arms over your chest protectively. "I didn't rush." 

He chuckled, shaking his head as he argued. "Y/N, it's clear that it's not." He leaned against the tabletop, a smirk growing on his lips at his stubbornness. You remind him of himself so much, sometimes it's funny. Other times it's terrifying because you're going off into space with a nuclear missile attached to your back. "Here, I'll help you."

You held your hand up, smiling at him. "Tony, it's fine," you stated, looking back at the wall. "I'm so confident in my work that I could even lean agai-" You leaned against the wall, shoulder to the patch, but you felt it begin to give in underneath you and you didn't have time to react before you were going through the hole.

You felt someone grab onto your wrist, leaning out of the hole and looking down three stories beneath you. You were quickly pulled back into the room forcefully, spinning around to see Tony standing next to Wanda several feet away from you.

Wanda rolled her eyes when you sent her a cheeky grin. "You are very lucky I walked in when I did, Y/N. Why is it that I'm always saving you?" she questioned, crossing her arms over her chest. 

"I'm pretty sure this is what you signed up for," you countered, making her smile but she quickly forced that smile away. Tony walked past you as you made your way to Wanda, gently placing your hands on her face. "I love you, pumpkin." You planted kisses onto her lips, moving to her cheeks and putting more across her face until she broke and smiled.

She laughed, pushing you away. "I love you, Y/N, but if I have to keep saving you like this, it's going to kill me."

You shrugged, stepping closer to her. "We'll die together then," you declared, "and, in a new life, we'll find our way back to each other."

You connected your lips to hers, a longer kiss, deeper and more intense than your little pecks earlier. She moaned softly into it, pulling you closer to her, wanting to get as close as she can to you. 

"All right, you two." Tony's voice made you laugh, ultimately breaking the kiss. You sent her a smug smirk and a wink as you stepped away, turning to face Tony. "Here." He handed you a box, small and black. You looked up at him, already having an idea as to what it is. He grinned at you, proud, as you looked back down at the present.

You popped the lid off the box and reached inside, pulling out the smart watch, your heart hammering in your chest as Wanda stepped up to take the box from you, letting your hand be free.

"Figured you worked hard enough on your sorry excuse of a wall even though you cut the actual time in half," he stated, grinning as he gently took the watch from you. He wrapped it around your wrist, tightening the strap and securing it. "I am not responsible for any injuries that can occur when using the suit."

You were too busy toying with the screen on your watch to notice the deathly glare Wanda sent Tony, making him shrug innocently. 

You pushed a button on the watch, watching nanobots begin to crawl along your skin, forming a suit of armor similar to Tony's. You couldn't help but laugh in excitement as Tony and Wanda took a step backward, giving you space.

"This is amazing!" you declared once the suit formed, spinning on your heels to face Wanda. She smiled wide, enjoying seeing how excited you are. Like a child getting a new toy. "There are so many features!" The screen inches away from your face scanned Wanda, giving you details about her past that you already knew, turning to face Tony to see the same. Facial recognition, check.

"Wait until we get into the air."  Your mouth propped open, eyes wider than saucers, you breathed out excitedly. Tony chuckled, already imagining the facial expression you're making under that helmet. "Yes, Y/N," he said, double tapping his arc reactor, his own suit covering his body, "training starts now."

He flew out of the room, flying through the hole and you were hot on his heels. Wanda was excited for you, truly, but she couldn't help it when her shoulders slumped, placing the gift box onto a table. There was a pout hidden in the small smile on her face, sighing as she turned to leave but freezing when she heard someone come back into the lab.

She turned back around to see you walking towards her, your helmet down as you smiled. "Y/N, what are you-" You cut her off by connecting lips, pulling away shortly after and shooting her a wide grin.

"I didn't want to leave without kissing you," you told her.

A faint red colored her cheeks. "You'll come back to me, right?" She couldn't help but feel worried - the last time you wore a suit like this, you went into space and barely made it back. She didn't want to say goodbye like that again.

"I'll come back to you," you promised her, stepping backward towards the hole. "Always."

She followed you as you flew away, stepping up to the giant hole to watch you and Tony soar through the sky together, a wide smile on her face. She knew you would come back to her.

Always.

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[ptergwen]

Hey, I love ur writing and how it helps people personally, I’ve been really struggling with my social anxiety lately, and I was wondering if you could possibly do a Peter Parker x Reader fic where he helps her out with it? Just supper fluffy, maybe angst if you want? 💛

warnings: one swear and descriptions of anxiety

a/n: hi lovely!! my anxiety has been off the rails lately too so it’s nice to know i’m not alone in that lmfjsjds hopefully this can help us both and anyone else feeling the same <3

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your eyes scan over the lengthy packet mr. harrington just gave out. you have a test coming up, and today is review day.

all your classmates get right to work. they’re flying through the pages, while you can barely make it past the first one. you’re overwhelmed by the amount of material you’re responsible for memorizing, the lipids and complex carbohydrates and god, there’s more.

you’d thought biology was supposed to be one of the easier sciences.

you sneak a glance over at peter, whose sloppy handwriting fills the paper with his tongue stuck out in concentration.

he could do this shit in his sleep.

peter feels your gaze on him. he can tell something is bothering you, but he knows you won’t share what it is unless he initiates the conversation. that’s okay with him, though. if it accommodates your anxiety, even in the slightest, he’ll happily do it.

he puts down his pencil and smiles sweetly at you over his shoulder.

“what’s up, y/n/n?” peter wonders. you pretend to be focused on your packet, embarrassed he caught you watching him.

you can’t even look your own boyfriend in the eyes.

“nothing, i was just… i must have zoned out or whatever. ignore me,” you lie. “that’s impossible,” peter retorts with that same grin of his.

it earns a tiny smile from you, which you hide with a bite of your lip. he turns in his chair to face you properly.

“seriously, y/n. got anything on your mind?” he tries again.

his hand sets on your knee and squeezes reassuringly.

“um, actually yeah,” you place your hand atop peter’s. he takes note of how frantically your leg is bouncing under his touch. “i’m having a little trouble with the packet... not really sure where to start,” you murmur.

“okay,” peter acknowledges, voice soft. “how about we ask mr. harrington for some help?”

mr. harrington’s head snaps up upon the mention of his name. from his desk, he searches around the room for the source.

you immediately reject his suggestion with clenched teeth. “i mean, i’d rather not. it’s already hard enough admitting this to you.”

peter nods and brushes his thumb over your knee, in a back and forth motion. it does a good job of distracting you from yourself.

“want me to help you out, then?” he offers. “it’s up to you, baby. whatever you’re comfortable with.”

he lets you flip over his hand so you can thread your fingers through his, your palms pressed together.

“are you sure? i don’t wanna get in the way of your studying, pete,” you sigh, though you’re in dire need of his tutoring. “no, no, no. you’re fine,” peter dismisses, eyebrows furrowed. “i’m almost done, anyway.”

he gestures to the mostly untouched packet on your desk. “can i see what you’ve done so far?”

you wordlessly pass it over to him. peter’s lips stretch into another smile as he shifts back towards his own desk so he can read. he keeps his hand in yours while he does so, you attempting to analyze his reactions or lack thereof to gage how well you did.

his silence indicates horribly to you. maybe, because you’re always expecting the worst.

“i know it’s bad… my responses,” you blurt out. “i was kinda confused on the last couple units, but i was too scared to tell mr. harrington. now, i’m starting to regret that.”

“what’re you talking about?” peter chuckles in disbelief. “baby, these are awesome.”

he hands you back your packet, the revelation leaving you stunned.

“they- they are?” you gawk. “yeah! you’re on the right track,” he encourages, rubbing your arm gently. “there’s a couple things to tweak, just some silly mistakes everybody makes. other than that, you’re set.”

you release a breath you’ve been holding for far too long.

your arms wrap around peter’s neck and engulf him in a hug, peter’s arms snaking around your waist. his chest vibrates with quiet laughter, a warmth spreading throughout your body.

“thank you for helping me, peter. with everything,” you whisper into his ear. he hugs you a bit tighter. “you never have to thank me, y/n. it’s what i’m here for.”

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