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rodolfoparras · 21 days

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Capture The Moment

Pairing: Izaack Gauss x Male Reader

Cw: 18+, cheating, blowjobs, sub!Izaack, dom!male reader

Wc: 2k+

A/N: I’m fully aware that Izaack doesn’t have a wife but for the sake of the plot, he now does

Synopsis: In which Izaack’s wife asks you to keep an eye on her husband since he keeps coming home late, and you’re more than happy to help

Thinking about Izaack Gauss who always seems to come home a bit late and every time he does he looks very much disheveled hair mussed and three piece practically undone and of course his wife is bound to get suspicious so she kindly asks you to keep an eye on her husband, see if you notice anything suspicious and then report it to her and who are you to deny her?

The sound of heels clicking turns your attention to the glass window in front of you and there he stands, Izaack Gauss, dressed in the simple but chic three piece he left in this morning looking a bit tired from the day but besides that nothing about his appearance raises any alarms in your head.

“Sir,” he greets with a tired smile on his face as he searches his pockets for what you assume can only be documents. “Seems that I must’ve forgotten my documents today” he continues, but despite his words there’s not a trace of remorse in his tone “Is there any other way we can resolve this?”

A laugh escapes your lips, the sound echoing loudly in the otherwise silent lobby before you go to undo the lock to the cubicle you call office. “Come on in,”

The sheepish look on his face turns into something else, smile steadily growing til his sharp molars are on full display, tired eyes becoming more alert and swirling with something akin desire as he step inside your small office space.

Well inside you see that he’s undone the first couple of buttons of his dress shirt, thick dark hairs prominently standing out alongside the pristine white fabric. He’s even gone out his way to roll the sleeves up to his elbows, showing more skin than usual. And as your eyes continue to trail lower down his body, you see the sharp silhouette of his waist, tucked into fitted gray slacks that leave almost nothing to the imagination.

Izaack was one attractive man. You had thought so ever since the very first time you saw him standing in front of the little glass window, with a sheepish smile on his face as he dug around in his pockets for documents.

And when he spoke: his voice was deep and smooth, a couple octaves lower than what you expected it to be and you couldn’t help but wonder what it would take for it to go higher.

That was of course until you saw the wedding band on his hand and his wife standing next to him.

In that very moment you had realized Izaack was a taken man. Izaack, however couldn’t care less about that.

And as if he didn’t just stand tall in front of you, said man falls to the ground. The sound of his leather shoes dragging across the floor sounds all too loud in the otherwise silent office room but you revel in the sound, leaning back into your seat as you watch the big bulk of a man crawl up towards you.

He sits like a dog at your feet, cheek nuzzling up against your clothed dick, spit soiling your slacks while bleary eyes gaze up at you.

You almost want to drag this out a bit, want to watch him pathetically suckle at your slacks, want to watch those blue eyes turn glassy from tears, face burning red as he begs and pleads for you to let him suck your dick.

Unfortunately the limited amount of time won’t allow you to do that - an unknowing tenant may drop in any second now so with a nod of your head, you watch as his ring clad hand eagerly undoes the zipper of your pants, and you swiftly lift your hips, allowing him to pull down your pants along with your briefs.

You watch his dark eyes grow wide as your cock spills out, pink tongue peaking out and wetting his lips in anticipation

“This is what you wanted hm?” you ask, one hand sinking into his dark mane of curls while the other hand grabs ahold of your now fully hard cock, nuzzling it up against his face much like he’d done earlier.

Izaack eagerly nods his head, nuzzles his face closer and you watch with intrigue as pre smears all over his cheek and chin.

“What would your wife think if she saw you like this, hm? You say and yank at his hair watching for a brief moment as he snaps out of his trance, eyes glancing down at his wedding band before falling back onto you again.

“Jesus Christ,” you, laugh in disbelief “you wouldn’t even care would you” You say as you nudge your cockhead against his lips, and you quickly get your answer as you watch the way he eagerly wraps them around the tip.

Izaack had always been skilled with his mouth , you had known so since the very first time you saw him standing in front of a camera. He was quick with his tongue when interviewing someone, flashing his sharp molars when someone tried to intimidate him and sometimes even swallowing down his pride to get the information he needs and wants.

And it’s no different when he’s down on his knees, sharp tongue dragging across your tip, trailing kisses along the length of your dick before his tongue is once again lapping at your cockhead like he can’t bear to lose the taste of you.

“Mmm fuck- just ah- just like that,” you hiss while running a shaky hand through his hair as if it’s the only thing keeping you from losing your sanity.

Although there’s no smile on his face , you can see the amusement in his eyes as he gauges your reactions to his touch; irises glittering as he suckles on your cockhead, sharp molars purposely grazing the sensitive flesh.

“Holy fu-“ you yelp out and for a second you feel like the air has been punched out of your lungs, as you harshly buck up into his mouth.

The other man doesn’t seem to mind your rough touch matter of fact he seems rather pleased, contented hums escaping his lips, the vibrations sending sparks of pleasure straight to your dick. “Izaack fuck!”

Izaack continues like that for a moment, switching between teasing licks and suckling on your tip til your cock is practically throbbing with need.

“‘Enough teasing,” you groan out, this time yanking at his hair in warning and that’s all it takes for him to comply to your request, wet hot mouth sinking down onto your dick, taking you inch by inch til his is nose brushing over the coarse hair at the base of you. “Mph! God!”

It doesn’t take much before he sets a steady pace, and you lose yourself in the pretty sight he makes with his spit slicked lips stretched taut around your cock, fat tears trickling down his flushed cheeks whenever you graze too far back in his throat all while squirming around in place trying to subtly relieve his own hard and weeping dick.

The sound of the phone ringing pulls you out of your daze, and you quickly remember where you are and what you’re supposed to be doing as you blindly grab ahold of the phone and put it to your ear. “Hello?”

“Hello! This is Mrs Gauss. I apologize for calling this late but I was wondering if you have seen my husband? He was supposed to be home an hour ago but he has yet to show up,” the sound of his wife’s voice trickles through the phone.

“Mrs Gauss! Hello! Uh-“ you stutter out, momentarily feeling yourself going tense under his touch, like a bucket of ice had been dumped on you. Izaack however seems as unphased as ever as he continues to work his mouth on you.

“I really am so sorry for bothering you but I have a hard time going to bed without my husband, and to be honest I’m worried about him. So have you seen him?”

Oh, you sure had seen the man, down on his knees with your cock in his mouth while batting his long lashes at you.

“Yes Izaack- Mr Gauss!” you correct yourself but it comes out as a yelp as the man in question starts fondling your ballsack.

Suddenly, the phone falls out of your hands, hips jerking up as grunts and groans escape your mouth.

“Just like that. Ah fuck!” You moan out, head lolling back as you buck up into his touch.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” Once again the sound of Mrs Gauss’ voice brings you out of your daze, this time it echoes from where the phone cord hangs from your fingertips.

You somehow muster up enough strength to fish up the phone to you, hand shaky, voice breathy as you finally reply to the rather confused woman.“Yes! I’m sorry Mrs Gauss. There seems to be something wrong with the phone line-“ and just like on queue another moan tries to slip out of you but luckily you manage to catch yourself in time, teeth sinking into your bottom lip biting down so hard til you’re sure you taste blood all while watching your cock obscenely slide in and out of Izaack’s mouth.

“‘Mm should- should definitely get it checked I agree,” you say, echoing her suggestion back to her, before you lose your last bit of focus as Izaack starts sucking more intensely before he suddenly stops and pulls away.

The panic in your face must’ve been obvious because you see the way his lips curl up before his mouth goes slack, body willfully relaxing as he gazes up at you in expectation.

Jesus Christ.

You don’t even think twice before you start fucking into his mouth, losing yourself in the pleasurable feeling of the wet hot walls of his throat squeezing down onto your cock. The fact that Mrs Gauss is on the other line has long escaped your mind.

“…..it seems to have cut off again” Mrs Gauss says and lightly chuckles, sounding ever so oblivious to what’s going on, on the other end ” would you mind repeating what you said?”

This time it’s Izaack prompting you to answer the phone, a firm squeeze to your thigh brings your attention back to the present moment before you manage to utter some sort of response to her “My apologies, Mrs Ah Mrs Gauss. What I was trying to say is that Mr Gauss just entered the lobby,”

“Oh, alright, thank you,” she says and and sighs out of relief, smile ever so prominent when she speaks but you can’t help but think how the relief in her voice is a stark contrast to the intense onslaught of pleasure in your gut as Izaack continues to work himself up and down your cock “Well would you mind sending him up to me? I’ve been….”

But the sound of her voice fades away as you inch closer to the edge, the coil in your stomach tightening until it finally snaps.

“Ah- Ah Fuck!” You cry out, phone dropping out of your hand and landing with a thud on the floor, as hot ropes of cum spill onto Izaack’s tongue.

“Hello?! Hello?!.. It must’ve cut off again, they really should check the phone lines today. ” You hear her say to herself, voice echoing through the line but you’re unable to focus on anything other than the obscene sight that is you continuously sliding in and out of Izaack’s mouth with Izaack milking your orgams for all it’s worth til there’s nothing but pathetic spurts of cum landing on his tongue.

Eventually you grow too sensitive, body wincing under his touch and you use a shaky hand to push him away from you. “Sto-stop,”

The man reluctantly agrees, and pulls away from you, the last bit connecting you to him being a string of spit before it breaks and disappears.

Through blurry eyes you see Izaack, getting up from his knees, swiftly pulling out a handkerchief he must’ve been carrying with him and wiping his lips. He doesn’t waste another second picking up the phone that had fallen to the floor, before nudging it towards. “Hello?! Are you there?!”

One shaky breath is all it takes before you muster up the strength to answer her: voice breathy and strained, eyes barely able to focus on what’s happening in front of you as you utter the words “‘M sorry, Mrs Gauss I had to deal with something urgent but I’m sending him up now,”

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 2 months

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Strange Creature's Love

In honor of Ithaqua's release month (beta march 2 and release the 11th but that joseph's birthday lol). Small fic cause it really last minute but here's wonderwall lol

Rated Explicit | Warning: Ithaqua just that weird little guy

The first time you met Ithaqua, it was not during a match but a strange celebration. There are a few events in the manor that give hints to the passing of time here, and those are the ‘"Anniversary” events is one of them, but there is no number to them just like the New Year and Lunar New Year events. He was there watching, not one to approach others, much less socialize.

You only approached because he looked well small, not really that intimidating given he had no stilts or weapon in his hand.

You attempted conversion, figuring as someone new maybe he just was shy.

His words were rather… Odd, unsettling with a threat but a weird hint of something else.

You replayed those words over and over again in your mind, the strange phrasing.

“What exactly... are you looking forward to meeting? Ahh, I see, I see… I feel the same way.” Standing up and then invading your space, you are suddenly aware he still towers above you. You go still as his head tilts to the side like a curious owl, “The moment I met you... how about I make it so you can never say you want to meet anyone else again?” Your eyes drift to the two fingers lifting your chin up so your face is in him completely. “After all... I remember you very well.”

That freaked you out as you ran away when your fight or flight instincts kicked in hard.

The laugh he let out clearly mocking and one that haunted you as he suddenly became a frequent hunter in your matches.

The hyper fixation towards you is clear when he either took you out of the match quickly or saved you for last. A game of hunter and prey, he would stalk you before striking. Waiting if you give up or fight back.

A few times you surrender to avoid him when you only remain, but you always fight, giving your all to either find the dungeon or make it to the exit gate.

Strange looking back as he lays next to you holding your naked body against his body, his cloak covering both as the picnic blanket under you provides extra comfort. His breath is warm on your neck, steady, your hand stroking his messy blonde hair. This relationship sparked by a match where he only wanted you, anyone who got between that was hit yet not chased after.

He led you to the basement where he asked you simply to be his. No sweet words, no gift of romance, he was straightforward about what he wanted.

You agreed unsure, you thought it was a joke. Ithaqua was not joking, especially about his feelings.

Ithaqua hums when you seek out him to share warmth, he growls though when you moan as his cock is still buried inside of your filled hole.

“Careful.”

“Trying but it's cold.” Though spring is coming early this year, it is still cold. Ithaqua wanting to take you in the forest is losing its appeal. “Let’s go back to your room.” Mumbling when he holds you against his chest.

“My room?”

“Yeah, I want to be around you and all that is you, Ithaqua.” He has been to your room a number of times, rubbing his scent on your blankets and you before leaving like a creature. You have come to appreciate it when you have lonely nights.

“Hmm.” Hips his moving slowly, “Yes, after my cum drips down from your hole.”

“Ithaqua, oh!” Holding onto him as he suddenly keeps up the pace, your nails scratching deep into his already scratched-up back, “Ah, please, Ithaqua.”

“Begging yet I have no intention of denying you.”

He rarely does unless he wants to prolong the activity but normally he wants to give equally as he takes.

“Mine.” On top of you holding up and bending your legs to watch the cock disappear and reappear within you, “Yes.” Possessive, it scares you though not as bad as before.

“Ithaqua, God, so deep.”

He chuckles at your words, he likes it when you tell him how good you feel. A pride in being the one to have you crying out to the heavens the name of the Night Watch, to be giving of your love to freely, and to be thoroughly marked by him. It has a few times crossed his mind how he often fucks you enough as he is trying to breed you.

A thought that though he has no want for children, it amuses him how often you are equally eager for him and his cock.

“Ithaqua! So close.”

“Keep your eyes on me. I want to watch you fall.”

And you do, a cry of his name with your eyes barely able to lock on his and that taunt cord in the pit of your stomach snapping. You are disoriented and on cloud nine, whining as he keeps going. When the Night Watch is about to cum, he puts your legs over his shoulders as he goes essentially feral. Rutting into you like a beast in heat, snarling and saying at times worryingly possessive words— He has gotten better, but his passion runs deep in these moments.

You barely recover before cumming again with each other, his lips consuming yours to silence himself, your hands trying to grasp his face before he pulls away to soothe your aching legs. He keeps you connected to him until his cock softens and in his mind the idea of his seed taking, silly and foolish but it amuses him nonetheless.

#idv #reader insert #identity v x reader #idv x reader #identity v #identity v x you #idv x you #ithaqua x you #identity v ithaqua #ithaqua x reader #idv ithaqua #night watch x reader #night watch idv #night watch x you

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soupbabe · 1 year

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Can I get some head canons of The Sinclair Brothers, Bubba Saywer, Martin Mathias and RZ Myers with a reader who sits in the weirdest position casually. Like reader is just sitting in an arm chair with one leg hanging off the side of it and the other on the cushion or something?

Slashers With A Reader Who Won't Sit Normally

Featuring: Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Martin Mathias, and RZ! Michael Myers

I NEVER GET TO WRITE FOR MARTIN THANK YOU FOR INCLUDING MY BOY <3

Tagging: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood

Lester Sinclair

- He formed a habit of sitting in less conveniental ways because of you

- Throughout his time knowing you, he's seen how content you are even if half of your body is off of the chair

- It made him curious

- All it took was one joke and now he can't help but lay his head on your lap as he practically take up the rest of the couch

- It kinda forced you to start sitting up right

Bo Sinclair

- Oh he's very confused to why you don't just sit normally

- It's a small pet peeve of his, but I think you get some leeway because he likes you more

- "Stop putting your feet up there, gonna ruin the damn couch if you keep doing that."

- Though I think he lets you rest your head or legs onto him

- Sometimes when he's resting, he'll mindlessly grab your legs or drum on them

Vincent Sinclair

- He also sits weirdly, but it's all very crouched

- Vincent has a tendency to make himself the smallest in the room

- So if his knees aren't up to his chest, then he'll spend as much time as he needs to to make sure that's possible

- He has a mentality of "if you don't question me then I won't question you" when it comes to how you sit

- Though he does have a slight pet peeve of how much space you take up, but it's nothing that'd affect how he thinks of you

Martin Mathias

- I think Martin has a weird attitude about it: he has no issues when you do it, but he gets embarrassed when he does it

- Similarly to Vincent, Martin likes to crouch and make himself small as possible, but he was never allowed to as a kid

- Seeing you do it and encouraging him to sit however he'd like, gets him excited but he's always hesitant to do it

- It's like a secret when he expresses himself with you, he almost begs you to not tell anyone of what he's like when he's alone with you

- But he'll admit, it's refreshing being around someone who understands him and lets him have his fun

RZ! Michael Myers

- He's the only other one that sits relatively normal (though he always spreads his legs way more than necessary-)

- And he doesn't care about how you sit, if you take up room, he's just going to make room

- Absolutely no issues to lifting up half of your body so he can sit next to you, completely ignoring your objections and confusion

- I also just think that he has so spatial awareness

- Like there's too many times to count where he bumped into your leg that was dangling off of a chair

#house of wax 2005 #house of wax x reader #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair #Vincent Sinclair #Vincent sinclair x reader #martin 1977 #Martin Mathias #martin mathias x reader #rz!michael myers #rz michael myers x reader #rob zombie halloween #Halloween z #x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x reader

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whatiswrongwithpeople · 2 years

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Bloodied hands and silent glances Tangerine x reader

A/N: This is a small drabble based on one of the HCs I wrote. Feel free to check them out ! https://whatiswrongwithpeople.tumblr.com/post/692211445541273600/part-2-of-my-random-hcs-for-being-besties-with

Note: No use of Y/N , reader’s codename is Tabasco !

Hope you enjoy!!🍊🧡

The small restroom on the train didn’t provide much space, but still Tangerine and Tabasco stood beside each other at the sink, silently attempting to wash off the blood which covered their hands. The silence shared between the pair was by no means uncomfortable, it was peaceful and serene. The much-needed calm after a storm, which was somehow speaking more words than each of them ever could. The dimmed lights in the small space only fed into the exhaustion Tabasco was feeling after running from wagon to wagon, fighting various enemies and occasionally having to pull Tangerine off of said enemies. In fact, Tabasco was no longer sure when she and the man standing less than an arm's length away from her had entered into such an intimate relationship. Of course, she could still clearly remember the first time she met Tangerine and his brother. It had only been a few years ago, and without knowing about the brothers' business, she had been on their mission herself, independently completing the mission right in front of their eyes. She wasn't sure if it was because of fatigue and the aftermath of the current mission, but she couldn't for the life of her remember when she had built up such trust with the contract killer. Having rinsed all the blood off his hands, Tangerine glanced over at his partner, noticing how she was so lost in thought that she had stopped moving her hands, the water gushing over her tainted skin. He couldn’t help the soft look, which formed on his features upon noticing how Tabasco’s eyes were almost closed due to exhaustion. Without paying it much thought, he reached over, gently taking her hands into his. Keeping his focus entirely on her hands, he started to gently scrub off the blood, trying his very best to ignore how perfect her hands seemed to fit into his own and how soft her skin felt against his.Tangerine was aware that he had developed a soft-spot for the woman whose hands he was holding. Despite the fact that a few years earlier she had ruined an important and well-paid mission for him and his brother. If you’d ask Lemon, he would say that Tangerine had already put his heart in Tabasco's capable hands right then and there. But that just couldn't be true, Tangerine was sure that he had used absolutely every swear word in the languages familiar to him that night to express how impossible, annoying, unbearable, breathtaking and unbearably hot- Quickly letting that train of thought crash, Tangerine dared to glance into the mirror, letting out a huff when his blues met her form, already watching him. She broke eye contact with the man first, a slight smile on her lips, and slowly pulled her hands out of his touch to turn off the tap. Tabasco was aware that Tangerine would never ask her to do this, but her heart begged her to return his act of service. Taking his larger hand in one of hers, she grabbed a towel and gently dried it off, before doing the same to the other. And before the taller man could withdraw his hands from her grasp, she unfastened the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt, gently pulling them down and adjusting his arms so she could attach the cufflinks. Finishing her work under his unwavering gaze and letting her hands run over his chest in order to adjust his vest, she took a step back, already missing the warmth of his body. A quiet but content “There you go.” leaving her lips. For the last time, their eyes locked, saying a thousand things about the emotions they were feeling, but they simply hadn't learned the language necessary to reveal themselves to each other yet. Breaking out of the moment, Tangerine opened the door. “Let’s go, darling, we have a Diesel to kill!”.

#bullet train imagine #bullet train x reader #tangerine oneshot #tangerine imagine #tangerine x reader #tangerine x tabasco #bullet train #tangerine #aaron taylor johnson #aaron taylor johnson x reader #aaron taylor johnson imagine

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finniestoncrane · 1 year

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Your One True Nemesis

Chapter 13: also on AO3 Masterlist Here Arkham!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 2.3k >:) me and my oc sitting in a tree, ignoring e d d i e request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: angst, love triangle shit

“Hey…”

The sound of Mark’s voice stirred you out of the dream-like state and you lifted your head, realising you’d been staring into the stars for almost ten minutes, not a word spoken between you both.

“Oh my god, sorry, Mark.”

As you shuffled away from him, he stood up, your heart falling as you prepared yourself for the sting of being embarrassed and rejected at the same time.

“Don’t be, but I got places to be, things to do, irritating men to exchange gifts with.”

“Shit, Eddie!”

“Relax, he could do with being dicked around a little bit. Besides, I’m only five minutes late.”

You got up from the bench, checking the time on your phone. It was late, and dark, and cold. Mark stepped closer, hands in his pockets, suddenly uncharacteristically shy.

“Do you wanna go on a date?”

“What?”

“A date. You’re aware of what that is, right, babe?”

“Yeah, I just don’t know when you think I’m ever going to have time for that.”

“We could sneak off now. No one would know.”

It was tempting. Desperately so. Your mouth kept trying to form the word ‘yes’ but something was holding you back. In the absence of any confirmation or rejection, Mark spoke again, making his case.

“Listen… I’ll only be like ten minutes tops if Nigma can keep his lectures down. You wanna wait here or come with? We can get a drink or something?”

“I uh…”

Mark’s eyes widened, begging you silently. It was hard to say no to him.

“I’ll wait here, if it’s all the same.”

“But you’ll come out with me?”

“I’ll have one drink, yes.”

“Aw, babe! You’ve made me the happiest guy ever.”

He leaned in, a small kiss pressed to your cheek and a wink as he pulled away.”

“Don’t go anywhere! Stay right here!”

He pointed at you with both hands as he skipped backwards, turning around and jogging out of the park. You sat down, unable to contain your smile. But even letting yourself indulge in that moment of happiness filled you with guilt. It felt like you were cheating on Eddie. That’s what it boiled down to. A sense of betrayal. But realistically, there was never going to be anything between you both. And there never had been anything in the first place. He couldn’t control every aspect of your life, that’s why things were so tense and fraught between you both. You were hanging on his every command, living a lie, a complete fantasy, that he might think of you as more than a lackey. You both needed space. A line between you, thick, bold and unblurred.

“Ok, you ready, babe?”

Mark’s voice startled you, your body stiffening as you sat upright.

“That was quick.”

“Yeah, wasn’t any hassle.”

Turning to look at him, you noticed he seemed less jovial than usual, but you were careful not to push. And before you could think of what you wanted to ask, he was already taking a hold of your arm, leading you out of the park. He walked you down the street, heading towards a buzzing neon light on the corner. The bar was definitely a dive, nowhere you would have gone before or without him. As you entered, his smiles shot towards the bartenders and a couple of patrons suggested he was very familiar with the place.

Mark squeezed into a booth close to the back of the room, one by the window. You took your place across from him, both of you offering awkward smiles over the sticky, chipped table top before you started to speak at the same time.

“So, I-”

“How did you-”

Mark laughed, gesturing to you to continue.

“How did you get into crime?”

“Wow, you’re just going to go straight for that one?”

You were embarrassed, trying to hide your face, but it felt like the most important question, one you’d been thinking about since you first met him.

“Sorry… too personal?”

“Nah, nothing’s too personal, babe.”

“Ok, so tell me about yourself then. Not just about your criminal escapades.”

His sly grin and the wink that accompanied it were more than enough to have you stifling a soft giggle, but you didn’t want him to know the effect he had on you, not yet.

“Ok, well, let’s see… I started off ok. Studied history at college, but I dropped out. Nasty business with my family, got in the way of me being able to concentrate. I’ve got a broken nose, that’s why it looks like this. Never really healed properly. I’ve also been stabbed three times, got the gnarly scars to prove it to if you want to see them some time.”

He winked again, teasing at the bottom of his shirt, but not lifting it further, much to your dismay.

“Shockingly, and I know you won’t think it from looking at me, but I’ve only ever been in one long-term, committed relationship. I love horror movies, especially the late nineties and early noughts slasher revival flicks. I’ve killed two people, never convicted for it, but I have spent just over five years in prison total for various other offences. After the first time I was inside, my family stopped speaking to me. Haven’t been in contact with them since. Used to have a good friend too, ran a bar with him, but we had a disagreement. So I suppose I’m a loner.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I guess I always have. I mean right now, I have a roommate, he knows I’m an ex-con. But I think he’d have me out on the streets if he knew I was still getting up to mischief.”

“Interesting.”

“Interesting?”

“Yeah… go on.”

“Uh… my favourite book is The Lottery by Shirley Jackson. I’m an expert lock pick. And I think I was headhunted by Scarecrow, or at least one of his higher up guys for those talents, but they’ve realised I have plenty other valuable skills. And uh… that’s all I can think of just now!”

“Hm…”

You took a slow sip from your drink, looking up at him as you drank.

“What? Not interesting enough for you?”

His smile was infectious, so charming, a little bit dry, and you were always unable to tell whether his words were sarcastic or hurt or genuine or flirty.

“You didn’t list any negatives. Bit unfairly kind on yourself.”

“Ok, wow. You’re a little bit warped, aren’t you! Babe, I told you I killed two men and am currently lying to my roommate about my job.”

“Oh… yeah.”

“And the relationship thing? That doesn’t scream ‘red flag’ to you? Because usually it does, for most people anyway.”

Looking back down to the table, you tried to act nonchalant, to seem like you weren’t intrigued by how many people he had put off with his supposed lack of commitment.

“More than the murder?”

“Well, I don’t usually tell people about the murder.”

“I see… well, no. It’s not an issue, not for me at least. I’ve never been in a long-term relationship either. And I’ve never been in a committed one, or one where we were both committed anyway.”

Mark scoffed incredulously, rolling his eyes, shaking his head softly.

“Really? Now who would ever cheat on someone like you?”

You raised your eyebrows, staring him down, waiting for the grin to fade from his face before you spoke, but it never did.

“Someone like you, I bet.”

“Are you kidding? Never. I’m not that stupid, babe.”

Your heartbeat thumped in your chest, fingers twitching as your palms suddenly felt clammy. It was increasingly hard not to fall for Mark, but you expected you might already have gone too far to claw your way back. He was too nice, too pleasant. And he seemed to genuine.

“Ok, your turn. How does a girl like you end up working for Edward Nigma?”

Mark’s attention never waned as you spoke. He listened intently, asking the right questions, respecting your boundaries somehow without even asking. Like he knew where to dig, and he knew where to stop. Something about being listened to like that, being known and understood, had you on the verge of tears at some points. But luckily, you were able to quickly hide it with laughter. He was funny, he was sweet. He was everything Eddie wasn’t. Which you realised was part of the problem.

“So, Sewer-ella. It’s probably time you get home or your boss will start getting even more irritated than he already is.”

“Fuck… probably.”

He got up out of the booth first, offering you his hand to haul yourself out on. Outside in the stark, cool air, he pulled you close, holding you against his body which was far warmer than yours as he walked to the bottom of the street.

“I’m walking you home, by the way.”

“I don’t think so. I’ll be fine.”

“Look, Eddie doesn’t scare me. But potentially losing his only employee because I let her walk through the streets at this hour might drive him to actually get off his ass and accomplish something. Namely, murdering me. So yeah, I am.”

You were perfectly capable of handling yourself, but you had to admit it felt nice for someone to care about you to this extent. To put themselves at risk to make sure you were ok. Mark was clearly capable of defending himself in any fights, but there was no need for him to go this far out of his way.

Part of you wondered, as you walked arm in arm, if leading him to Eddie’s base wasn’t the best idea. But everyone already knew he worked around that area. And anyone attempting to break in would be met with several deadly traps before they even knew what was happening to them. So you reasoned it was fine. Anything to keep walking with him, to keep your arm around his.

But inevitably, you rounded the corner into the train yard, and realised you would have to call an end to the evening, turning to express as much to Mark, intending to thank him for the drink. Your words were stifled though, as Mark pressed his lips to yours as you faced him. The shock knocked you back at first, your own lips staying still as his caressed them, soft and warm. But you leaned in, slowly easing your hand into his hair, holding his face close to yours as you gasped, letting out a soft moan.

Mark’s hands fell to your waist, fingers stroking your body over your clothes, swaying you slightly as the kiss deepened. Nothing had felt this good in so long, but your body still cringed slightly at the touch, wracked with guilt and confusion. Pulling away with a sigh, you closed your eyes, smiling as Mark rested his forehead on yours, his palm holding your cheek.

“I know, I know.”

He pulled back, hand still resting on your face, his thumb stroking over your cheek bone as he looked you up and down.

“Better get inside, babe. I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

You nodded, no words, nothing but air clawing to escape from your throat. He turned with a smile, waving to you once he had started to walk away, never looking back. Swallowing your nerves, and the bubbling excitement, you headed inside.

The atmosphere was the same as it always was. Tinged with irritation, thick with tension. Mostly because Eddie had been stewing in the workshop since he returned, enraged by what he definitely considered your betrayal of him. Not that he had you, and not that he wanted you, he had to remind himself of that. He was more infuriated by the way you had gone straight to him, the henchman. And how disgustingly nonchalant he had been, how unthreatened he was, when Eddie had questioned him.

“My intentions? What are you, her dad? Get a grip, Nigma. She’s your employee, not your property. She can do what she wants. Or are you upset that she’s not out with you?”

He’d pay for his insolence. And so would you, when he figured out what it is he was punishing you for. And as he scratched his head, deep in thought, trying to hastily convince himself that punishing you wouldn’t be as seedy and erotic as his mind was making it out to be, he heard you coming into the living area.

“It’s just me, don’t worry.”

Taking long, hurried strides, he made his way along the tunnel to the living area, slowing down to a casual pace as he got closer, and appearing out of the arch, pretending to be surprised by your presence.

“Oh, you’re here.”

“Yeah I… just yelled…”

“Hm, I didn’t hear. I wasn’t expecting you to return, I suppose. Where did you go?”

By this point in your time spent with Eddie, lying came easily. It was the simplest solution to most of his questions.

“Went on a walk. Nothing interesting. I just needed to clear my head.”

“Clear it? Of what? There’s nothing in there, surely.”

“You know what-”

“Sorry.”

He cut you off, and you had no intentions of clawing your way back to the argument that was about to play out. The silence spoke volumes. He offered nothing mor, nothing less. Just a simple apology. Sincere and honest. His eyes wandered around the room, settling everywhere but within your gaze. You had nothing to say to him. The swelling of your heart, the guilt, the confusion, the complete pain of knowing the potential within him that was lost in his usually ever-present personality problems. It was too much to face at this hour.

“Goodnight, Eddie.”

You walked to your room, closing the door behind you. He whispered his goodnight to you, knowing you wouldn’t hear it, but wanting to extend the wish to you anyway.

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Alice: Juicy Romance

This fic will include berry pregnancy, berry birth and explicit descriptions, don’t like don’t read.

Alice bustled about her kitchen, getting ready for her shift. Being a nurse was hard work, but she loved it. Even if she was a permaberry. Her belly hit the countertop and she winced, arching her back. “Jeez little ones,” She chided the large, basketball-sized blueberries inside her womb, three of them taking up a massive amount of space inside her. This was the second berry pregnancy she’d gone through since Melissa’s graduation, and she was seven months in.

“You wanna take it easy Mom?” Melissa helped her mother into her chair, rubbing her belly as juice swished and sloshed inside her. “You’ve got stretch marks and all, you need to be more careful with your body.” Alice knew Melissa was right, but she didn’t like to admit it. “The hospital already has me on clerical work Mel, what else can I do?”

Melissa shrugged. “I’m not sure Mom. You’re sure this week is your last before maternity leave?” Alice nodded, hand on her back as she rubbed her belly. She was huge, and even her nursing bra was taut and creaking, her boob-flesh bulging over the cups.

“I’m sure,” Alice replied, trying again to get up. She managed, but only with Melissa’s help.

“Hey, Mom, I was thinking,” Melissa began. Alice turned to her, curious. “Back when you gave birth back at the barbecue last year, you said you were curious about dating again.” Melissa bit her lip, and Alice’s heart beat a little faster in her chest.

“Can I sign you up for a dating profile?”

Alice’s cheeks went warm. “Oh, Mel! U-um, well..” She wasn’t sure about this, but she had been single for so long… “Okay then Mel, just help me do it when I get home yeah?” Melissa beamed. “Oh, and Mom?” Alice turned back to her daughter. “I hope I get some new siblings out of this!”

Alice’s cheeks were aflame, and she squeaked. That was a conversation for later.

“Tell your brother to take breaks from his revision.” She told Melissa, before waddling off towards the subway.

Living in a small town meant having to catch the train to the hospital she worked at. Her blue scrubs barely fit her belly, her underbelly fully on display, and her baggy trousers tight around her fat, mom ass. She kept her hands on her belly, rubbing wide, slow circles as she approached her line. She was getting stares from everybody, but she was trying her best to pay them no mind, even as more threads on her nurse garb popped open.

“Here, have my seat,” A young man offered as soon as she’d waddled on, her belly creaking and groaning. “Nnnfff…. Thank you..” She moaned, sitting herself down. Her belly reached far beyond her lap, and she couldn’t reach her belly-button from here. She rubbed and rubbed, feeling the sensation of the juice packing her hips. Her body was slowly starting to take up more space on the train by the minute.

She got out of the train less than twenty minutes later, heaving herself up as best she could. The young man from before grabbed her arms. “Let me help,” He offered. Alice let him, getting up. She could see him eyeing her tits, and she huffed. “Hey, can you not young man?” If the fact that she was pregnant hadn’t put him off, what would. The man raised his hands in surrender. “You got it ma’am, sorry.” He shuffled off and Alice put her hand on the small of her back.

“Holy shit you’re huge.” Another pregnant woman gaped at her, and Alice felt her cheeks go warm. “Thank you, but I’m well aware…” Alice murmured, huffing and panting. The other woman only simply stared at her. “How far along are you?” The woman asked. Finally, a question. “I-I’m about a month away from due.. please, I’m going to be late to work?” She requested, trying to waddle past the woman.

“O-oh I’m sorry, I’ve just never seen anyone as big as you are! And your skin, are you a permaberry?!” Alice growled. “Ma’am, please just MOVE!” She begged, waddling around the woman and towards the hospital. She was getting rounder by the minute. She thanked the gods for double doors as she entered, immediately noting a couple patients in the hallway. “Nngh.. oh God… s-sorry! S-‘scuse me!” She apologised as she heaved herself past them, her asscheeks clapping as she did so, to her mortification.

She eventually made it to the reception desk. She thought about sitting down on the chair, but with her current weight, at a few hundred pounds of juice that was out of the question. She had to stand there and wait. She could feel people staring at her even as she sidled her way into the reception area. “Rough commute?” Mikayla, the young intern asked sympathetically. The goth girl spun in her chair, watching as Alice’s breasts tore through her dress.

“Ugggh!!” Alice groaned, watching as threads popped one by one, her gargantuan belly ripping through her attire, popped navel bulging forwards angrily, like a thumb sized nub marking her as grotesquely pregnant. “I really gotta pump.” She huffed, deciding that that was answer enough for Mikayla.

“Want some help? I know for a fact you don’t have a pump on hand.” That was true, since she’d gotten pregnant again she hadn’t been carrying anything over a hundred kilograms in case she damaged the fruit or pulp in any way. The farmer’s market wanted pristine produce.

“Would you? I know it’s probably really gross and sucky for you but- nnnf!” Alice moaned, feeling Mikayla’s hands squeezing her breasts into the buckets the office had designated for her collection. “Relax, Alice, you taught me all the shit I know, I’m not gonna not help you when big mama needs a release, huh?” Alice knew she was being incredibly lewd, but the blueberry milk pumping from her tits felt exquisite, and her crotch throbbed with need.

“Th-th-thank youu…” She whined, flapping her hands. At least some of the pressure was off. Her limbs were so thick and full she could no longer move them, and she was left in just her panties, the waistband of which was very quickly outgrowing her fat asscheeks.

“Damn, almost there Alice. Want help?” The offer from Mikayla was kind, but Alice’s panties were so tight that if Mikayla dared put her fingers in there, they’d be crushed.

CREEAAAAAK, GROOOOAAAAAN…

BANG!

Her panties shattered in scraps and torn sheets of fabric, ruined by the blueberry juice gushing from Alice’s nethers, her limbs becoming swallowed by her enormity, flapping hands and feet settling inside her divots, her growth swelling to a crescendo as her ass ballooned one more time, leaving her a weighty, heavy orb of a momma berry, rocking on her crotch. “Nnnooooohhh fuuuuu…” Alice whined, panting and huffing.

Mikayla chuckled. “Whoa there Allie, wait until your break before you get all this out, huh?” Alice whined. “Come on Mikayla, I have needs, I’m pregnant…” She complained. Mikayla shrugged. “You wanted to get off, you should have taken early maternity leave. You could leave right now and no-one would blame you.” Alice mulled that over. She had of course considered it, but she had her kids to think about.

“But I’m needed here, aren’t I?” She asked. Mikayla turned to her. “This hospital has run without you before you came here and it’ll still be running when you’re back from maternity leave.” Mikayla said. Alice sighed, flapping her hands in her divots. She really wasn’t getting much work done like this, she would admit that much. “Okay, I guess I’ll go and tell Lisa.”

She huffed and panted as she waddled towards the partition in the reception desk.

“She’s so big, you think she’s a beached whale?”

“Poor woman, dealing with a condition like that. I wouldn’t ever want to be that fat.”

Alice didn’t like the comments per se, but it certainly didn’t help the building arousal in her nethers. SHHHK. “Shit!” She cursed, hoping there weren’t any children around. “Here Allie, lemme help.” Mikayla shoved on Alice’s fat asscheeks, heaving and pushing her through the partition bit by bit. Finally, Alice popped through with a yelp. She thankfully landed on her lower belly, cushioning her fall, but also just about allowing her to teeter back onto her feet.

The waddle of shame to Lisa’s office had Alice’s cheeks burning with want the entire time, the idle sloshes and churns of her juice, the weight in her crotch making her want to cum right then and there. She waddled into the doorframe, bumping the door with her belly. Lisa opened it, eyebrows shooting up. “Alice, I thought you were on leave!” She was evidently horrified Alice was even working at her stage in pregnancy, making Alice feel even worse. “I’m sorry Lisa, I came to tell you I’m taking my leave now. I know I’ve just left you understaffed, I feel really bad-“

“Don’t! HR shouldn’t even have rota-ed you, what were they thinking? I’ll get Evan to cover, go Alice, c’mon, you’re like an inch away from popping those berries out.” Alice nodded, waddling back towards the entrance of the hospital. She sighed, she was going to have to call Melissa. She flapped her hands, waddling up to one of the residents. “I’m sorry, can I borrow your phone for a minute? I need to call my daughter to pick me up-“

“Holy shit! U-um, of course!” The resident brought out her phone, moving to hand it to her, then evidently thinking better of it. “Uh, what’s her number?” Alice recited it off by hand. Usually she had a Bluetooth earpiece she could use, but she’d forgotten it at home. The resident held the phone to Alice’s ear. “Mom?” Came Melissa’s voice from the phone. “Hey honey, can you uh, bring the truck? I got sent home on maternity leave.”

“Finally! Of course Mama, I’m coming. Just stay out there and I’ll come get you.” Alice truly did love her children. “Thank you honey, see you soon.” As the resident hung up the phone, she examined Alice. “Y-you’re that nurse! The one from the college video?” Alice cringed, too many people had seen that. “Y-yeah, I am.”

“And you’re pregnant too? Even like that? Wow, who’s the lucky guy?”

Alice blushed, looking off to the side. “It’s not like that, I-I’m pregnant with blueberries!” She explained. “They’re baby sized, that’s all.” The resident gaped at her exposed belly. “How many?” Alice sighed. “Three… I’m eight and a half months pregnant.” The resident crossed her arms. “That’s so dangerous! You should be at home, resting up!” Alice had had enough of everyone pitying her. “I’m not gonna be lectured by someone the same age as my daughter, please, I’ve gotten enough of that today!”

The resident calmed down. “Sorry. I’m Jessie.” The punk looking resident introduced herself. “For what it’s worth, I think you’re pretty cool.” Alice felt her cheeks go warm. “Thank you sweetie. I’m Alice.” While they waited for Melissa, Alice noted the flickered glances Jessie kept giving to Alice’s belly.

“Wanna rub it?” Alice invited warmly. “They’re moving.”

“They can move?” Jessie asked, Alice nodded. “Yeah, it’s weird, they’re fruit but they move. Guess I’m just that big.” Jessie giggled, noting the huge form of one of the berries pressing against her palm. “That’s super freaky, and super cool.” Jessie softened up. “Would you ever have more kids one day?” Alice stopped short. “H-huh?” She took a moment to think about it.

“I don’t know.. I mean, I AM hyperfertile, and permanently fertile, b-but I’m single, who would-“ Now it was Jessie’s time to cringe. “Oh shit, I’m sorry, I thought-“

“No, no, it’s okay-“

“It’s really not-“

“Oh my God, I want more kids.” Alice realised. That revelation was cut short by Melissa’s arrival. Jessie whistled. “Hey Alice? Mind if I get your daughter’s number? She’s really cute.” Alice glanced at Jessie. “You’re asking my permission? You don’t need it sweetie, go ahead.”

Melissa approached the duo, apologising profusely to Jessie. “Hey, thank you so much and sorry Mom had to borrow your phone, I’ve been begging her to take her leave for ages and-“

“Nah, it’s fine, your mom is cool! I mean, if you wanted to repay me, you could buy me a coffee next Tuesday if you’re free?” Alice watched as Melissa’s cheeks turned bright red, beaming from ear to ear. “Okay, you’re on!” Melissa watched as Jessie rushed off, Alice belly bumping her daughter. “Shall we head home honey?” She asked lightly. Melissa focused back in. “Oh, yes, of course Mama!” She agreed.

Gently tipping Alice onto her back, Melissa rolled her mother into the back of the truck. Securing her with the ropes, Melissa made sure they weren’t too tight. “Have you gotten heavier?” Melissa asked absent-mindedly. Alice wasn’t offended by the question though. “The berries probably went through a growth spurt again.”

Melissa agreed with that. “They were eight pounds last we checked, right?” Alice confirmed that with a nod.

Alice and Melissa returned home, and Melissa rolled Alice inside. “Hey Adam, we’re home!” Melissa called. “Come out of your room dumbass, Mom’s home!” Adam soon came down the stairs. “Dude, seriously?” He addressed Melissa, then Alice. “Hey Mom, I’ll put some food on. Craving anything specific?” Alice pondered for a moment, then replied. “Burgers? With some pickles and barbecue if you can?” Adam nodded and got to work.

“Hey guys?” Alice murmured as she finished eating. “If I said I wanted to have more kids, give you guys siblings… what would you say?” Adam and Melissa stopped what they were doing, focused fully on their mother. “I.. Wouldn’t that be weird?” Adam asked. “Like, we’re in college and we’ll be a full generation or two older than them.” Alice knew that, but thought about it anyway. “I know, but eventually you two will be out of the house, and I’m thirty-eight. I still have a lot left in me, and to be honest.. I always wanted a big family.”

Melissa squealed, hugging her mom. “Oooh Mom, I get to make you a dating profile then?” Alice giggled. “Sure honey, just let me have input on it.” Melissa was enthusiastic and immediately pulled out her phone. “Let’s get you bred, Mama!”

Melissa rolled Alice into the living room, settling her on her belly. Opening a dating website, Melissa turned to Alice. “Smile for the camera Mom!” Alice gave a soft smile, flapping her hands.

“Are you sure people will want to date a fat blueberry like me?” Melissa gave her a deadpan stare. “Mom, Mom. You’re hot, face it. Even as round as you are, you’re super attractive, and that’s coming from me.” Alice’s cheeks ran hot and she rested her chin in her divot. “Thanks honey.” Melissa sat down between Alice’s breasts, typing away.

“O-oh, what about aspiring breeder to be?” Melissa suggested. Alice squeaked. “Mel! I[I uh, are you sure? Wouldn’t it send the wrong impression?”

Melissa shrugged. “It’s the right sentiment, right? It works.” Before Alice could reject it, Melissa typed it in. Eventually they had her entire profile built, and Alice looked it over. “I guess that works.. and there aren’t any like, extra things you’ve put in there?”

Melissa shook her head. “No, apart from stating you’re a single mom of us, nothing else you didn’t want.” She rubbed Alice’s breast. “You’re gonna do great Mom.”

Alice didn’t officially want to start dating until she’d given birth, so she’d had Melissa save the account in her drafts until she was ready. A week and a half later, Alice was waddling around, nesting. Adam was nearby on Discord with his friends, and Melissa was out with her new girlfriend. Alice folded another t-shirt, putting it on the couch. She breathed heavily, her pregnant belly overloaded with the now eight pound berries, having practically ballooned in weight over the past three days.

She’d been feeling off all day, and she groaned, rubbing her belly. Wearing just a bra and boxer shorts, she was too hot for anything else. “Ooohh.. pressure..” She whined, a hand on the small of her back as a feeling like a bowling ball sitting on her spine welled up in her pelvis.

Adam looked over from the computer. “You good Mom?” He asked cautiously. A bead of blueberry sweat dripped down Alice’s brow, and she groaned again.

“A-Adam… can you call your sister?” She gasped out slowly. “The berries are on their way.”

Adam paled, then nodded, grabbing his phone, Discord call forgotten for the moment. Alice sat down on the couch, a finger sliding down her panties, checking her dilation. “Nngghhh.. not even a centimetre?” She whined, hitting the couch with frustration. She focused on her breathing, flushed violet as the contractions rolled through her body. It didn’t hurt, it was actually incredibly arousing, the weight on her crotch making her womanhood hot and throbbing.

Adam returned soon after, kneeling by her. “Jessie and Melissa are on their way, are you good?” Alice breathed, gripping the couch. “For now, yeah, u-um.. I’m not progressing too fast so you can keep going with your call if you like.” Adam was conflicted, leaving her in pain was never something he wanted to do, but his mother knew her body intimately, and he trusted her. “Okay, but the second you’re in pain I’m helping.” He compromised.

Alice waved him away, waiting as she dilated. Her belly grew bigger, filling her lap as juice sloshed and churned inside her. “Mmmnnnn…. C’mon little guys, out you get.” She coaxed, spreading her legs. Her breasts were overfilling her bra cups, stained and wet with milk. She was about a centimetre or two dilated by now. “Nggh… juice sac, right there…” She murmured to herself, feeling the balloon of amniotic fluid resting in her birth canal.

Melissa and Jessie appeared soonish, and Alice found she couldn’t reach her panties to take them off. “H-hey girls.. c-can you.. take off my panties? I gotta get this juice sac to break.” Jessie kneeled down. “I’m a resident in obstetrics, do you trust me?” She asked Alice. Alice bit her lip, nodding. “I’ve been to three other births before, with this midwife named Sara, she’s been teaching me everything I know, but this is.. unique.”

Jessie and Melissa peeled Alice out of her panties, and with a BANG, her boobs tore through her bra cups, snapping the elastic band as the garment fell haphazardly to the floor with a wet slap. “Okay Alice, how are we feeling?” Jessie asked. Alice whimpered in response. “I think I need to stand up. I need- need help.” Obediently, Melissa and Jessie grabbed one of Alice’s chubby arms each. “Pull!” Melissa ordered, and the two girls heaved Alice onto her feet.

“Whoaaaa!” Alice squeaked, stumbling before she was caught by Melissa and Jessie. “Jesus, she’s heavy-!” Jessie groaned. “H-hey!” Alice supposed that was fair but it was still a little embarrassing. “Sorry Alice.” Alice began slowly waddling around the room. her chunky, juice filled thighs sloshed as she did so, slow circles helping as the pressure amped up-

SPLASH!

“Nnnaaaaahhh!” Alice moaned as her juice broke, losing her plug as she bent over a slight bit. She was surprised she was still able to do so. Alice shuddered as another contraction made her cum, splashing on the rug. She could feel herself getting bigger, wider as the berries made their way down into the world, bulging her birth canal. “Ooooh…” She whined.

“Alice?” Jessie announced softly. “I’m gonna check you now, okay?” She felt Jessie’s shoulders brush her thighs and gasped, glad they were so fat she could no longer clench them, then the sensation of Jessie’s warm, slender fingers checking her womanhood drawing another long whine from her. “H-how far?” She asked uncertainly. Jessie hummed beneath her, listening to the burbling and sloshing from Alice’s burgeoning body. “About five centimetres. You’re doing superb Alice.” Jessie encouraged.

“Mel? Could you go grab the ice chips?” Melissa heeded her mother, heading into the kitchen as Jessie resurfaced, hands feeling around Alice’s expanding diameter, the boulder-like belly so heavy Alice just dropped onto it, laying on it as her limbs became stiffer and fatter. “You’re progressing fast now, you feel about ready to push yet? You’re not dilated yet, so if you need to, it should just be small, practiced breathing, yeah?” Jessie coached.

Alice heeded Jessie’s words, bearing down just a little. She felt some of the pressure abate and sighed happily. “That feel better?” Alice felt a lot better actually. “Y-yeah.. last time I wasn’t coached through this.. it was uh, at a family barbecue.” Jessie raised an eyebrow. Alice giggled, she couldn’t quite believe it herself, but it had happened. “I had hoped I wouldn’t go into labour that day, but my juice broke while I was serving and I had to push out three other blueberries in front of everyone.”

Jessie laughed, patting the turgid tummy in front of her. Alice’s limbs were starting to sink into her body, and Melissa returned with the ice chips as Jessie inspected Alice’s diameter. Adam was now fully focused on his mother as well, Discord call remaining open. “C’mon bro, hold the fucking point!” Alice heard from one of Adam’s friends, to which he lashed back.

“Dude, fuck the game right now, my mom is literally giving birth!” He retorted, and she heard calls of ‘holy shit’ and ‘dude, no way!’ From the call. “Nah bro, pics or it didn’t happen.” She heard. Adam gaped. “Dude, shut the fuck up, please? Imma go help her, y’all just talk amongst yourselves.” He got up from his chair, approaching Alice. “Sorry about them,” he apologised.

“You really need better friends baby.” Alice groaned, her limbs sinking in and leaving her a full, ripe blueberry, Jessie checking her once again. “Okay Alice, listen carefully. You’re ten centimetres now, so we’re gonna get this show on the road. When you feel ready to push, push, yeah?” Jessie ordered firmly. Alice whimpered. She was nervous, but she knew she could do this. She’d done this once before, this was just practice for the future.

“Nnnngaaaahhh!” She bore down. She felt the first berry shifting into place, starting to descend out of her. She let go of the contraction, breathing deeply, in and out rhythmically. “That’s it Mama, come on.” Melissa encouraged. Urged on by the love of her children, Alice groaned, bearing down again.

She felt powerful. This primal, ancient sensation settled in her chest, and as the weight in her underside increased, so did the pressure. “C’mon, c’mon, I got this, I got this,” She murmured to herself. Another push had her vagina begin to ache, the first berry crowning. “Okay, here it is mama, you ready?” Jessie asked. Alice’s feet shook with the effort, nestled in their divots as she pushed again.

“Grraaaaagghh!” She growled, the first berry popping out of her with a gush of liquid and a cheer from Adam and Melissa. “One down Mom!” Adam cheered, rubbing her taut side. “Ready for the others?” Alice panted and huffed. “Give me.. give me a minute guys.. need a moment…” She gathered her strength. Every inch of her was electric, and she bit her lip.

This sensation… it was amazing. She was operating on pure maternal instinct now, elevated to her highest peak as she began working the second berry out. “One, two, threee..” She mooed, slow, steady minuscule pushes inching the second berry further out of her womb. As Alice eased the berry downwards, she leaned into the sensation of the ache as her labia lips bulged, groaning and hissing in arousal as she pushed.

“Doing so well Alice, so close.” Jessie encouraged. Alice was sweating from the exertion, her cheeks purple. Melissa grabbed an ice chip, holding it to Alice’s lips. Alice swallowed it gratefully, holding it on her tongue for a moment before she did. Her body quaked and shuddered with every push she gave, and as she pushed again, she felt it fully crown. “Come on, come on, come ON!” She cried out, and with another wet POP! The second berry was out, falling to the floor ceremoniously.

“Last one now Mama, home stretch.” Melissa encouraged. Adam, who had been mostly silent and focused on massaging Alice’s taut, tense spots agreed with her. “You’re amazing Mom, you got this.” Spurred on by her family’s love, Alice breathed in. “Okay guys, let’s get this big blueberry out of mama berry.” She started pushing low, powerful pushes that rocked her belly.

“Slow and steady wins the race now Alice, careful.” Jessie advised. Alice was on autopilot now though, pushing and pushing with careful precision, every note her body hit was pitch perfect, and before too long, the last berry was right at her entrance. “Here it comes Jessie, catch it, catch it, catch it!” She exclaimed. And catch it Jessie did as the last berry exploded from Alice’s womb, finally empty of all the blueberries.

“You did it!” Melinda crowed happily. “Fuck yeah Mama, there you go!” As the family celebrated, Jessie cleaned up all three gigantic blueberries, weighing eight pounds each. “Now what do we do with them?” Melissa looked them over. “Well, now that we got them cleaned up, we get them tested and get them sold on the farmer’s market.”

Alice let out a chuckle. Then a giggle. Then a full blown belly laugh. Eventually the others joined in, and Alice proposed something.

“Wanna take a selfie together and post it to the girls at the ward?” She suggested. At that, everybody agreed. Adam, Melissa and Jessie each grabbed a berry, nestling it in their arms as Jessie held her phone above her head. “Say blueberry!” She snapped the photo, and they all giggled again.

Alice was happy. Now she could recover, and prepare to begin dating again.

#blueberry inflation #multiples pregnancy #pregnancy kink #blueberry expansion #hyperpregnancy #weight gain #blueberryinflation #roleplay #hyperpregnant #oc: alice

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lovepmd · 1 month

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Explorers!Hero (or multi!hero) who is usually extremely nice, but Team Skull are still up to their old tricks. Even after they saved the world with Partner and came back from non-existence, those three are still up to no good. Sooooooo—the hero is about this || close to snapping when they happen to remember Zubat being left behind in Apple Woods.

Like a Sharpedo they smell blood in that water.

It takes first writing out individual letters to Team Skull in different styles, they have picked up a skill like this from teaching non-guild teammates how to write. The hero pretends to be a huge fan of the trio that really wanted to send their favorite Pokémon some help. Hero pretends to spell like a really young kid—a weedle they sign off as. The “fan” basically gushes and gushes, until they mention how they wonder the noxious gas combo would work in a dungeon. Fan begs Team Skull to try their hand at *insert dungeon* which Hero knows has a lot of tough non-smelling Pokémon.

“Fan” included reviver (reviser) seeds, a joy (doom) seed, and heal (sleep) seeds in their letter to help! …They even put like 388 Poké in as the “request” reward thing. Which isn’t a lot in retrospect, but at least sweetens the deal for Team Skull. While this kid heaped on praise for the other two, they kinda had some questions about Zubats role on the team. He got knocked out by the team’s famous combo, right? Zubat goes to meet the “fan” while the other two try the dungeon. Obviously, he’s a little creeped out when he finds Hero in the “fan’s” place.

Hero has a wide smile, inviting him to sit/lay down to chat for a bit! After all—they ordered Zubat his favorite drink. (The former human had to ask Spinda who normally doesn’t give this information.) He says he feels a bit uncomfortable even if it’s just the wimpy partner’s friend. Hero says that’s fine. They don’t want to make him feel trapped, such a shame that can’t talk shop though. They mean… doesn’t Zubat hate being shunted to the side like this? The hero pretends to not know about the letters, pretends to not be the fan.

They gradually get Zubat to sit down and just casually point out the Pokémon’s weaknesses repeatedly doing innocently backhanded comments. “Oh sure, you can’t see but I am sure that high-pitched echo location makes you aware of everything. Not like anyone will ignore it”, “Really I got lucky to be turned into the Pokémon I am, I could have gotten stuck in a physically weaker body… sort of your situation of being a glass cannon for reference”, and “it must suck that your team’s signature left you knocked out too. If me and partner had been a wild/criminal, winces that could’ve gotten ugly.”

They keep playing into his insecurities, then off-hand says, “You know it’s really easy to be just plain old cruel. Say something mean, it’ll stick with a Mon. Steal from them? They remember you if you let them see what you are. Leave a less experienced team forced to go through no-dinner after working a long day? We were bitter. Anyone can do that, but making it personal? Oh. Oh that sticks so much better!”

“I could have hypothetically slipped a stun, warp, and blast seed into your drink to make you a random bomb—” Zubat spits it out “—but I didn’t. Really, that would have the chance to hurt someone else and isn’t the most personal thing. Hypothetically, I could have simply called in a few favors and had you three… fainted. Permanently. Or do it myself. Truly, there are quite a few ways I could justify it. I know the freaking Dragon Gods of Space and Time. No one would be able to find what remained of you or them, if I was truly that unhinged.”

What kind of psycho discusses this in front of who they want to—

“Again if I genuinely wanted to. You three are beyond annoying and petty bullies, but death? Oh no. That would be too permanent for my taste. Also, not a Pokémon remember unless you didn’t hear—I’m human no matter what my form is and the instincts I have so I still think like one. We tend to have these things called ‘intrusive thoughts’. It’s sort of thoughts about what we could do in spite of the consequences. Like,” Hero pulls Zubat close to whisper, “being stuck in a small room with a crying baby Whismur who won’t stop crying. Sure, it’s a baby it doesn’t know better. But, after a certain point you would just want to smash it against the wall to get it to stop for Arceus sake…!”

“So with all due respect, either keep the schemes civil without endangering anyone or pick a new term of employment. Or else I will let the intrusive thoughts win. Understand?” Their reputation be damned, they are in a world of super-powered animals who fight daily. The intrusive thoughts have only gotten stronger.

jesus f-ing christ

multi!hero making it their MISSION to make team skull as uncomfortable as POSSIBLE without directing doing any harm to them, one member at a time

#ask #anon #explorers spoilers #? sorta

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shiroi---kumo · 4 months

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⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ He's been feeling much better since he came clean to Opettaja Sielu but that mean he needed to do the same to the others and it was going to be difficult to show someone again. He needed them to see the scars. He needed them to be aware that his time was limited and even if they just got him back, he couldn't promise them that he would stay. Even if he wanted to.

He desperately wanted to.

If he'd given up on life before now it was a burning fire within him to fight this because he just got them back, he doesn't want to lose them again.

Except this time he would be the one saying good-bye.

How was he supposed to look at any of them and say such a thing?

Hyvästi.

How was he supposed to.... ?

He doesn't know and he doesn't want to.

Somehow he's found himself floating into a room towards the end of the hall where his beloved guard is resting after taking a beating from that creature. He'd been torn open and bones were broken. He had no doubt the Northern Lights were expecting to be down for some time so very least of the things he could do was bring the man a gift.

"Revon are you awak-" He starts only to be met with pink eyes looking deep into his own and a smile on lips he didn't need to see to know it was there.

"Valkoinen. My Valkoinen. Come here."

And it's like he's been pierced straight to his heart with a simple set of two words. My Valkoinen. It's been so long since anyone took claim to him. He has Cid and Rakkani.... Oh sweet dear Rakkani but it's different now with his family in the picture.

Hyvästi.

He doesn't want to say it. Not now. Not ever. Not yet. He doesn't have a choice so the least he can do is make it a bit less painful for his once guard to set upright and in a little less pain.

He's floating over to him and there are already strong arms reaching for him. A hand coming down on his wrist to tug him in closer and soon he is enveloped in a scent so safe he forgot the feeling of love coursing through another body that holds him. This is what real love feels like. This and the others and Rakkani.... This is what it's supposed to be like and not whatever else his mind has twisted into believing was love if only to make it easier to digest.

He's sick to death of being fed table scraps just to keep him happy. Anything to stop the aching pain if hunger in his belly that begs so thoroughly to be loved. This is how he's supposed to feel.

He's allowed enough space to wiggle back as the arms release him only for large hands to make their way to the sides of his face. Calloused fingers gently wiping locks of snow from his vision so his head can be guided down and a gentle kiss from toxic lips to be placed upon his forehead.

This was only toxin he could swallow and it would never dare hurt him. This was the only poison that didn't tear him apart from the inside. This was the only toxin that was truly safe.

"Rakastan Sinua, Valkoinen. I missed you so much My Liege."

The love in the man's voice drips so much deeper than the toxin to his Soul's Breath and pink eyes stare so deep into his gaze that he swears the man could see into his soul.

"If I may be selfish if even only for a moment, My Liege, would you grant me one simple request?"

"Name it and it shall be yours."

"I just would like to hold you for a while, Pilvi. I need to know that you're real. "

Snow colored brows raise for a moment as thin lips spread out into a soft smile.

"That is all you require of me?"

"I wish for nothing else. I just wish to hold you for a short time while I rest."

"What if I grant you more than a short while but instead we take a nap together?"

"There is plenty of room for you, My Lord."

"Revon, you hardly need to continue to be so formal. "

There is a short moment of pause, cheeks flushing behind a mask as bright green brows upturn with the color flushing his face.

"It is a difficult habit to break, My Li - Pil - Valkoinen. May I still call you that?"

"Of course. If I were to wish anyone to keep that name on their lips, I would give it to you. I will always be your Valkoinen."

"Poikani."

The dam breaks. Crystal rushes over porcelain cheeks. Revon has never called him as such out loud even if they both knew.

They both always knew that was how he felt.

"Joo. Isä, poikasi. Aina."

#v; Sinun Valkoinen #guest muse: revon #tw; long post #tw; injury #tw; death #tw; doctors #tw; depression #// Hyvästi = goodbye #// poikani - can either mean 'my boy' or 'my son' -> revon means 'my son'#// “Joo. Isä - poikasi. Aina.” = “yes. father - your son. always.”

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kermittedfelony · 2 years

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grey skies

Summary: Y/n has recently relapsed with self-harm. Their partner, Wanda, is aware and is there to help them with the urges and the aftermath. Let fluff ensue <3

WARNINGS descriptions of self-harm, cursing, mental health themes.

Pairing: Wanda x reader

Word count: 1936

Hey guys! First real request for @ilovehotactresses !!!! Sorry I haven’t posted much lately, just struggling to find the motivation to write but I promise you I have 2 WIPs and ill gladly take any requests u guys give. Anyway, here’s the story, enjoy!

Love, Kermy <3

Tap, tap, tap.

Your foot, going up down up down up down.

Tap, tap, tap.

Your finger, in rhythm with your foot.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

All you could focus on. Well, all you would allow yourself to focus on at the moment. The movement, the repetitiveness, was a way for your anxiety to (hopefully) leak out of you. Drain from your body and your mind before it got too much and overflowed. If it overflows, your arms, stomach and thighs suffered first. Your confidence and pride came next.

You launched upwards from your seat on the bathroom floor, hands grappling with your drawer, frantically grabbing the blade you hid. Each slice, red flowed. Each slice, you felt your anxiety leak from the wounds, escaping into the open air. After you were finished, you felt lighter. Freer. Less burdened.

But, as always, your high came to an end.

You were left feeling devastated. It had been a 9 month and 24-day clean streak. 9 fucking months. Down the godsdamned drain. You numbly cleaned yourself up, not feeling the antiseptic, and curled into a ball under the covers of your bed. You lay there, mourning the loss of your hard work and commitment.

It was sometime later when you felt hands wrapping around you from behind and the soft vanilla scent of your girlfriend, Wanda.

She talked softly into the space, “hey, what’s going on?”

You gave a quiet murmur in response.

“I didn’t quite here that, wanna say it again for me?’

“I fucked up Wands, I fucked up really bad,” you said, louder this time. Sobs wrenched their way out of your throat, making Wanda hug you tighter before lightly pushing you onto your back so she could properly talk to you.

“What happened y/n?”

You closed your eyes and tried to turn your head away from her, but she held your chin in place, her emerald eyes meeting your y/e/c ones. Tears fell from the corners of yours as you admitted, “I lost my clean streak.”

It took Wanda a moment to know what you were talking about, but when she understood, she pulled you into her chest and held you as tight as she could.

“Oh detka. Oh, my sweet detka.” She cradled you, slowly rocking, as your tears soaked her shirt.

The sense of your failure weighed you down, threatening to pull you down, down, down deep, so you held onto Wanda. You held onto her so tight your knuckles turned white. Wanda herself could tell what you needed, the sensation of being anchored, of not floating away. She squeezed you back just as hard.

“I’m here my love, I’m here. You’re not alone in this, and if I have it my way, you never will be. I know it’s hard, I know it feels like you’re never going to win, but you can do this.” She moved to grab your face and lifted it so you were looking into her beautiful eyes, “You can do this. You’re Y/n fucking Y/l/n! You’re not a failure, you are not a lost cause. You are you; you are human. And I wouldn’t change it, even if I had the whole fucking world begging at my feet. You can do this, and we can do it together, okay?”

You let out a wet chuckle at her enthusiasm and nodded your head. As soon as Wanda got confirmation, she tucked your head back against your chest, gently brushing her fingers through your hair to calm you down. Soon, you felt yourself lulled to sleep, safe and warm in your partner’s arms.

The urges never truly went away. You knew this, had expected it, but goddamn you were hit hard after your confession with Wanda. They were everywhere. Any mistake you made, no matter how small, your brain only came up with one solution:

Just go to the bathroom y/n, you’ll feel so much better

Just one little slice, that’s all you need

Think about how relieving it will feel, you deserve it

Even when you did good, they didn’t let up.

It will never last for long, why not cut and make it end on your own terms

It isn’t even real; you need to cut to bring yourself back to reality

It was never ending. You were stood in the kitchen, these thoughts racing through your head as you stared at your bowl. You were so lost in your mind that you didn’t sense Wanda approaching you, a confused look on her face.

“Maybe I need to morph into a bowl of cereal so that I can get your attention as strongly as it has yours.”

Your head snapped up, “huh? Oh, yeah, maybe,” you forced out a laugh, compelling yourself into motion. You picked up your bowl and threw the contents into the trash; you had poured your cereal and your milk before finding out there wasn’t enough liquid for a bowl. Barely any in fact. And since you had poured as much of the milk as you could, you couldn’t put the cereal back into the box, so the bin it was.

You put your bowl into the dishwasher, dropping it in the process, “FUCK. FUCK this.” You bent to pick up the broken pieces of the bowl, standing up abruptly when Wanda knelt to help you.

In your haste to stand, you almost knocked your head against hers, “hey woah, it’s alright y/n, just slow down.”

Your thoughts were screaming so loudly in your brain that you didn’t notice how hard you were gripping the one shard of bowl you had picked up, the ceramic cutting into your skin.

When you didn’t have a reaction to her words, Wanda tried again, “Hey, babe, you’re alright. It was a just a mistake, and Tony’s rich enough that you can make these mistakes often. You’re okay.”

Her voice managed to penetrate your thoughts and you flicked your eyes to her face. Wanda smiled, glad she managed to get your attention through the tornado that was your brain. She went to grab your hands, and only then noticed the blood dripping from your hand onto the floor. Wanda quickly grabbed the hand that was bleeding and tried to loosen your fingers, to no avail.

“Y/n, honey, I need you to loosen your hand for me, okay?”

At her words, you yourself looked down at your fist, only just noticing the object stuck in your grip. It was then that your breath decided to return, and you took in a deep breath while releasing the vice grip you had on the shard. Wanda gently removed it from your hand and threw it into the trash, before pulling you into a hug. She gently moved her hand up and down your back, trying to calm you down.

You felt at peace in her arms, before the thoughts came rushing back. You jerked back, hitting your back on the kitchen counter. Turning towards the corridor, you hastily made your way back to your room, fully intent on listening to the thoughts.

Wanda, however, had other ideas. She knew what you were thinking, not by reading your mind, but because your thoughts formed a cacophony of sound, and it was impossible to not hear them.

“Y/n, no. You are not going to do that; you are not going to cut again.”

You tried to fight against her grip, words escaping you, but Wanda just held on tighter, “I said no. You’ve done enough damage and I don’t think you even meant to do that. Let’s just go outside for a bit, sit in the sun.”

Wanda gently tugged you along, your arm looped through hers; you could never really argue against your girlfriend. She led you out through the balcony doors and sat you down on the deck. Wanda knew that when things got too loud, which they often did for you, the outside was your sanctuary. Whether it was sunny, cloudy or raining, you would sit outside until you felt balanced again.

“I’m just going to run inside to get some bandages for your hand. Stay right here, I’ll be right back.” Wanda dashed inside, leaving you outside.

As it was Autumn, it took a couple of seconds before you felt the heat of the sun on your face. You turned your head upwards, letting the sun wash over you. It was refreshing, and you felt it all the way into your heart.

True to her word, Wanda returned within a couple of minutes. She quickly cleaned the gash before placing gauze on top and securing it with a bandage.

“Feel a bit better, hm?”

With words still out of reach, you gave a slight nod instead. You felt your shoulders slowly loose tension, and leant against Wanda’s side, your head falling on her shoulder. She took your uninjured hand into her own, her thumb tracing circles along the back.

“What triggered you?”

Some time passed before you finally managed to croak out, “I thought there was more milk but there wasn’t, so I had to throw out my cereal instead. I just, everything was telling me to just get my blade, even though it was such a stupid mistake. It sounds so stupid when I say it out loud.”

“No, I understand. Your brain makes everything bigger than what it needs to be. I get it.”

“Thank you, my love. Thank you.”

Wanda squeezed your hand in response. You slowly opened your eyes and looked up at your girlfriend, seeing her face also upturned towards the sun and her eyes closed. Her skin was glowing in the warm light, and she truly looked ethereal. She felt you staring and dropped her gaze from the sky to your eyes.

“You’re okay, darling, you’re alright.”

You nodded your head, before closing your eyes again and letting your body and mind rest.

The times after that, when the urges plagued your mind so badly you couldn’t think straight, they were easier to deal with. Wanda was there when she could be, but when she was away on missions, you re-learnt how to cope. You knew she would continue to stay by your side, that she truly meant it when she said she wouldn’t change it for the world. You knew you could go to Wanda when you needed, and you could tell her what was going on without judgement.

The light and warmth from the sun was healing, but your girlfriend’s eyes, her smile, her touch. It was purer. Pure enough to make the grey skies disappear.

#writing #wanda maximoff #wanda x y/n #wanda maximoff x reader #mental health #mental illness #angst #marvel #wanda x reader #fanfic #whump

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xoxo-teddybear · 3 years

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You Did This To Us - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: ANGST, cursing, gore, implied sexual activity, infidelity, alcohol abuse, marijuana use, I’m just here to rip y’all hearts out, MDNI

Summary: It was a horrible battle against raging villains and he watched you, his loving wife of 6 years, get pierced right in front of him. It was traumatizing. Your days in the hospital sent him into depression, causing him to make the worst decisions of his life. Decisions he’s regretted the second he’s made them and decisions he’ll forever regret because of what it cost him.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

He warned you not to come. No that’s not the right word. He begged you to sit your ass down at home where you would be safe. But of course, you were never that kind of hero. You could never sit on the sidelines and watch others fight a battle you knew you could at least try to help in. So with a heavy heart, he reluctantly allowed you to come. His first regret.

Because as the battle died down and victory was in sight, his world was thrown into chaos once more. The villains were down. The wind was settling. The dust was clearing. Katsuki could see you struggling to stand due to exhaustion but saw your smile nonetheless. He gave a breath of relief as he still saw you and jogged over to you. As he did, you noticed him coming your way and your smile only grew. Until it suddenly dropped, along with his own. Out of nowhere, a sharp, metal staff flew threw the air and pierced you right in the stomach. The sight was nauseating as Katsuki covered his mouth, truly shocked. He watched you in horror as you trembled before falling to the ground.

Katsuki looked behind him to find the attacker and saw some stupid, weak ass, good for nothing villain use the last of his power just to cause you harm. Then the world began to shake. No, that wasn’t it. Katsuki was violently trembling as he looked towards the bastard on the ground. Despite him being knocked out cold, that didn’t stop Dynamight from rushing over to him, grabbing him by the neck and blasting him. No one was around. No one would see. His job was safe. He could do this and have no repercussions whatsoever, so why not?

After the petty villain’s death, Katsuk used every ounce of strength in him to run to your body that had blood trickling down the side of your lips. “Y/N!”

You turned your head the best you could to find your husband sobbing his eyes out as he picked you up into his lap. He cradled your head and gently tapped your face, trying to keep you conscious. “Hey! Hey, you’re gonna be okay, alright?! You’re gonna be okay baby I promise.”

“Suki..I’m tired.” You whispered out in a weak voice. Hearing your words stabbed him through the chest.

“I-..I know baby. I know you’re tired. But- but you can’t go to sleep okay? Don’t go to sleep. You have to stay awake- stay alive! Okay?” He pleaded with you. He called out for a medic once he saw the flashing red and blue lights near the scene and held onto your body. He looked to you and saw your eyes becoming null and dense before firing back up again. You were falling in and out of consciousness. You were a fighter and you were trying to stay alive. It made him choke out a sad laugh. “You’re gonna make it, Teddy Bear, I swear.”

“….if I don’t make it-“

“You will, you idiot, don’t say shit like that!”

“But if I don’t…just- Ah-….just know I love you, Suki.”

Katsuki kissed your forehead before hugging you close. “I know, Y/N. I love you too. More than anyone, and more than you’ll ever fucking know.”

He noticed a small smile reach your lips before the medics came. Katsuki was quick to stand with you in his arms, careful and aware of the metal still pierced within you. He handed you off to the professionals who handled you with extra care. They brought you into the ambulance with Katsuki trying to follow in before being stopped.

“The fuck-“

“Dynamight, we can’t allow you to go in.” One said.

“And why the fuck not?! That’s my wife in there!” Katsuki shouted as he pointed to you.

“I understand, but her condition is severe. We can’t have anyone taking up space as we take care of her on her way to the hospital.” He explained.

“Taking up space?! Do you even know who you’re-“

“Sir, please. Let me do my job, let me save your wife’s life.” With that, Katsuki finally nodded in silence as he allowed the medic’s words to echo in his head. “Can you meet us at the hospital?”

Once again, a silent nod. With that, the medic was off and back to your seemingly lifeless body. Katsuki watched as he lead the team and perfectly directed them. He was sure that until you got to the hospital, you were in good hands. That was one guy he could surprisingly trust. He didn’t know him very well or at all for that matter, but he has Dynamight’s trust. Now Katsuki just had to head home and clean himself up before finding you again. Screw getting checked up. He knew his body. He knew he was damn well fucking fine.

—

As Katsuki opened the door to his house in a rush, he was quick to take a shower just to wash off the dirt and blood. He quickly hopped out and changed into some clothes before looking for his car keys. He found them at his nightstand along with the framed pictures of you and him. One on your wedding night and one celebrating your 3rd anniversary as a married couple. As Katsuki quickly looked through he pictures he smiled with a tear falling down his cheek. He looked around the room and took in all the pictures of you both that decorated your walls and tables.

You both were together since junior high. You were together for 10 years and despite being at the young ages of 23 and 22, he still decided to pop the big questions and propose. You said yes. It was one of the happiest days of his life, next to getting you to be his girlfriend, and meeting you in general. Forget the hero work, he’d trade it all if it meant he got to stay with you. You were always involved when it came to his happiest points in life. And now you were fighting for your life at the hospital. So with that, Bakugou wiped his tears and ran to his car, urgently trying to meet you at the building.

As he pulled up and parked, he pushed passed all the paparazzi and fans that surrounded the entrance due to news of you being there. You can assume how bad it got when everyone took notice of another pro-hero, and that pro being Dynamight no less, showing up. Despite all that, Bakugou forced his way in and made it to the front desk, demanding to know where you were. The poor lady at the desk had to deal with this explosive bomb, only to anger him even more by asking for his ID.

“Are you a fucking idiot?! Look at me! I’m Bakugou fucking Katsuki?! The number one pro fucking hero?!” He screamed at the poor girl.

“I’m- I’m sorry sir! It’s just protocol. H/N is a pro-hero, this is just what has to be done.” She shakily let out. Bakugou grunted before slamming his ID and Hero license onto the table. The lady nodded before handing him a piece of paper that had directions to your room.

Bakugou snatched it and gave her a scowl before running to look for you. Finally making it to one of the highest floors and down the longest hallways, he finally reached your door with 2 doctors already standing out in front of it. Bakugou tried to get through but they stopped him from entering.

“What?! What fucking now?!” He shouted as he stepped back to keep their hands off of him.

“Sir, they’re taking care of your wife just fine, but you have to wait here.” One of the docs demanded. With that, an argument bursted out between the pro and the doctors. The booming voices shook the building until a familiar voice was heard from behind the blonde.

“Dynamight, your wife’s in good care. I made sure my own wife was to be her head doctor.” Bakugou turned around to find the medic that stopped him from going into your ambulance there.

“It’s you.” He spoke aloud. The medic smiled before bowing.

“Daisuke Ena,” the medic said before standing back up straight. “Please trust me when I say your wife will be fine.”

“…and why should I?” Bakugou said after thinking for a minute.

“My wife is the one taking care of her. She is one of the best, if not the best, doctor in the prefecture. That’s not a biased opinion by the way, you can look her up. Daisuke Ami. I ensured it was her who was to see to your wife.” Daisuke said with a calm smile. After looking towards your hospital room, Katsuki turned back to the medic and nodded silently like he did before. But this time, he added a small ‘thank you.’

—

6 hours. Katsuki sat in one of the seats in front of your hospital room for 6 fucking hours only for them to tell him they cannot allow you visitors. You were in an unstable condition and so they sent Katsuki home. The news was heart wrenching. You always ran through Katsuki’s mind 24/7. He couldn’t stop it. But now, these thoughts were no longer happy and innocent, consisting of ‘damn, I miss her,’ and ‘I wonder what my girl’s doing right now.’ Instead they consisted of ‘Is she gonna be okay,’ and ‘she’s gonna come home, right?’ but most of all ‘I can’t lose her.’

Luckily for Katsuki, he became familiar with medical staff, Daisuke Ena, and was lucky enough to get his number. Daisuke gave him updates on Y/N. Usually, they weren’t so great but the hero appreciated the messages. The text didn’t help in uplifting Katsuki’s spirits though. If anything, they made them worse. In the beginning, Katsuki had hope that you would turn out okay.

But then a week passed.

And then another.

And then two more and before he knew it, you had already been in there for a month. This was the longest month of Katsuki’s life. It sucks to say but in the 13 years that you both have been together, he’s hasn’t done much alone outside of hero work. And even then, he would be lucky enough to work with you. It was always you and him together. Dates? Duh. Grocery shopping? Always you and him. Going for a walk? Why not? He loves spending as much time as he could with you. He loves you. But he hadn’t realize how dependent he became on your presence. In a way, you being gone drove him mad. He knew where you were. You were in the hospital. He could drive her there and see you right now!

No he can’t.

Because he would go and you would be stuck in bed, unconscious and hooked to machines, in a room, behind a door that Katsuki can’t get by. Seeing you isn’t the same as holding you. Speaking to you isn’t the same as conversing with you. There’s no reciprocation from your end. Being around your near lifeless body could only do so much. And so after two more weeks without you went by, Katsuki fell into a depression.

And that sucks because a few days after Katsuki’s depression began, it was okay for him to see you. But you hadn’t woken up yet. He didn’t think he would be able to be near you and your practically dead body. The fact that you were alive didn’t stick to him. He can’t see your beautiful E/C eyes, he can’t hear your honey-like voice..there’s no way you’re alive. The back of his mind still had hope. He knew you were stable. He knew you were gonna be okay..hopefully..but, you weren’t waking up. You were basically dead. Dead, dead, dead. And the more he thought about it, the more realistic the idea came to be.

So he didn’t visit you anymore..something else he’ll come to regret, and because he didn’t visit, he grew mad. Throwing away his life and succumbing to the tempting taste of alcohol. Any he could get. From the cheapest beers in cans to the finest liquors sold from top shelf. In the beginning, it was..controlled, but then he showed up to hero work completely wasted. Kirishima saved his job and forced Katsuki to take a break until he becomes stable again. This only gave Katsuki free time to do whatever the hell he wanted. And what did he want to do? He wanted to become lost.

Lost in alcohol, lost in weed, lost in everything. Lost because he doesn’t have you. Everyday he would spend it drinking and smoking, constantly being cross faded and surprising all his friends when he remained alive after all the substance abuse. Wake up, drink, get ready, drink, sit in the living room, smoke, cry over you, smoke and drink, eat and drink, go to sleep after a smoke sesh, cry over you once more. Eventually, Katsuki had cried so much, the only thing keeping him together was the fact that he had all these pictures of the two of you. Pictures of your smiles, you giving him a kiss, your dates, your accomplishments..he has all these pictures..but none of them would ever be as good as the real you.

Seeing his friend going down this road, Kirishima couldn’t help but try to do everything he could to fix his friend. No matter how many times Katsuki pushed him away, the red head kept going back. And none of his attempts to help his friend worked. Until…

—

“What now, Shitty Hair?” Bakugou groaned as he opened his door and squinted at the bright day light. He doesn’t remember that last time he’s seen the sun.

“I know you’ve been in a slump-“

“Slump? That’s what you call this? I lost the love of my life, Kirishima. This isn’t a fucking slump.” Bakugou said a little louder this time.

“She’s not gone, Bakugou.” Kirishima said trying to reassure his friend.

“But she’s not here either,” the blonde said as he chewed on his lip. “…look, whatever it is you want from me, I can’t give you. Not until Y/N is back at home, here, with me, safe and alive.”

“I know you feel that way man, but you can’t keep living like this. It’s not good for you. You at least need to get out of your house.” Kirishima said with his hand on the door as Bakugou tried to shut it. The blonde narrowed his eyes at his best friend before Kirishima spoke up again. “We can go wherever you wanna go and do whatever you wanna do, you just gotta get out of this house. Please.”

As Katsuki thought about it, he took a deep sigh before speaking. “Tonight at Hiro’s?”

“Dude, you wanna go to a bar-“

“It’s a club. Better than a bar, better drinks.” Bakugou corrected.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna hit the gym or maybe go to an actual restaurant or something?” Kirishima said, trying to steer his friend clear of alcohol.

“If you want me out of my house, then we go where I wanna go. No exceptions.” Bakugou said with a stern voice. Kirishima thought about it and sighed before giving in.

“Fine. But first, you gotta clean yourself up.” The red head said. The blonde nodded before going to shut his door, only to be interrupted by his friend once again. “With a little help from your best buds.”

As Kiri pushed the door open even more, Kaminari and Sero showed their faces that held kind smiles that only made Katsuki seethe. “No fucking way. This isn’t some girl’s trip and we aren’t doing makeovers.”

“Nobody said anything about a makeover, we’re just gonna help clean ya’ up Kacchan!” Denki smiled.

“I’m a grown man, I don’t need help cleaning up.” Bakugou said with a growl.

“Tell that to your stubble, messy hair, eye bags, and stench.” Sero began. “Seriously man, you smell like liquor and weed. You’re lucky you got that caramel thing going on to save you…barely.”

Before he knew it, his friends had pushed him into his house and quickly directed him to the bathroom. They did a full treatment. Forced him into the shower and made him soak in a tub of scented soaps and bath additions as they cleaned his house. Once they were done they had picked out a clean outfit for him before working on his face. They shaved his stubble, cleaned up his cut, put some eye cream on his bags, gave him some breath spray and changed out a few of his piercings. The full treatment. And when they showed Bakugou the new old him, he couldn’t deny he felt a little better. At least, before they stepped into his room again and he saw a few pictures of you. That’s when the slump in his shoulder returned.

Seeing this, his friends were quick to take him out of the house and head to Hiro’s. Walking in, they sat at the bar, ordered some food and a few drinks, and did whatever they could to keep Bakugou’s mind off of you. And for most of the night, it worked! Bakugou was laughing again, smiling, being his old self. But that’s when Denki decided to risk it.

“We doing shots or what?” The electric blonde asked. Kirishima gave him a look as he spoke.

“Uh, let’s go light on the liquor tonight. We don’t need shots to have a good time, right?” Kirishima said. Bakugou looked at him and chuckled.

“It’s nice of you to look out for me, Shitty hair, but I got this. Trust me.” Bakugou said with a small smile.

“I don’t know, man.” Kirishima said with a pout.

“Don’t be a pussy, Kirishima.” Kaminari smirked. That’s when all of Kiri’s friends, even Bakugou, began to egg him on. Of course, he gave in. Why not? What’s the worst that could happen? Bakugou gets drunk? He’s already been drunk before, nothing too crazy could happen, right?

Wrong. Shots were being downed and the 4 friends were losing themselves. The music was blasting, the lights were blinding, and the friends were…everywhere! Kirishima was probably puking his guts out in the bathroom, Sero and Kaminari were drunk on the dance floor, leaving Bakugou drunk at the bar by himself. Bad idea. The poor blonde was looking at his phone going through pictures of you and him together. He already missed you like crazy when he was sober, now that he’s drunk, that missing has hit full throttle. And then he caught the eye of a snake.

She walked up to the pro-hero with full confidence as she took a seat next to him. “Dynamight.”

Bakugou looked up from his phone with a scowl and blush from the alcohol. “Do I fucking know you?”

“No but-“

“Then get lost.” He said and downed another sip of his whiskey. The woman smirked at his crude behavior.

“Feisty. I like that about you, you know. Always playing hard to get.” She said with a seductive tone.

“I’m not playing hard to get, I’m playing impossible to get because I’m married,” he said and showed his wedding ring. “Happily.”

“You don’t seem too happy right now mister hero. My name’s Leiko..and if you want..I could help take away your troubles.” She offered with a smile as she leaned forward, making sure to expose a little more cleavage than necessary.

“My wife is better than just some quick fuck, so no thanks.” Bakugou said, still not taking his eyes off her, trying to scare her away with a glare that unfortunately she only smirked at.

“Who said I was trying to fuck? Why don’t you talk to me? Vent. Rant. It won’t get your mind off of your wife but it will help clear your head.” She said.

“And why the hell do you think I’m having issues with my wife?!” He asked with a tense voice.

“I walked over here and you were staring down at pictures of her on your phone. Miss H/N is beautiful. You’re a very lucky man.” Leiko said, playing the role of a snake perfectly.

“…I am..” Bakugou agreed before swallowing a gulp. “I’m Uh…I’m not having issues with her or anything. And we’re not fighting either. She’s just..been in the hospital recovering from a battle..I just miss her…”

He didn’t know whether it was the alcohol or if Leiko was just that good at pretending to be nice or both, but for whatever reason she made it easy to clear his mind. She listened well, never putting any input in. She let him speak freely and only spoke up when he looked at her in expectance to. In the moment..she was being a good friend. She allowed him to vent all he wanted about you, about how much he missed you and loves you. And by the end of the night, Katsuki could feel his chest feel a little lighter.

They didn’t sleep together but Leiko left an impression on his drunk self for sure. Maybe even him as a person. He’d remember her as ‘that one nice lady from the club.’ But that was until a few days later when she reached out to him on social media. Leiko was a perfect snake. Knowing exactly what she wanted and exactly how to get it. They spoke for some time online, casual conversations. Most times, it was Leiko asking about you and if you were okay. This went on for some time until their conversations changed. Leiko casually threw in a little flirt every now and then, Katsuki saw and held no reply for it, but didn’t stop her from doing so. Leiko seemed like a good friend. A good way to air out his emotions and issues. So despite her pushy and flirtatious nature, he kept her around. Solely as a friend.

Soon enough, Leiko offered to meet in person once more. At the same club they first met in. ‘Why not?’ Katsuki thought. He had nothing else to do. And so he went. Then he went again. And again. And again. The two became ‘friends’ and Katsuki even brought her back into your shared home where they shared even more drinks. Eventually, the use of marijuana came into play and now the two were cross faded. At least one of them was. Leiko was smart and sneaky. She took less drinks, didn’t inhale the smoke, and basically remained sober. She was in complete control, unlike the blonde hero who sat on the couch beside her. He was now upset and hurt as he thought about you.

“I-..I just miss her so damn much..it fucking hurts at this point.” He said with a whimper in his voice. Being so vulnerable, Leiko took her chance and slid in.

“Well..there’s always one way to take your mind off of harsh things like this.” She softly said with a hand in his lap. She leaned in and Bakugou made no move to stop her and allowed her to continue. She pressed his lips against his and despite it not being reciprocated the first time, she still pushed with it. Katsuki didn’t enjoy it all that much or at all. It was different, it was new, it wasn’t you. It didn’t feel like home. Her lips weren’t soft, they weren’t as plump, they didn’t have the same sweet and addicting taste you did but in a way..Katsuki felt it was what he needed. Her kiss wasn’t like yours. In fact, it was the complete opposite and he hated it. But it didn’t resemble you. When Leiko kissed him, it didn’t remind him of you, and that’s what he thought he needed. So despite not liking the kiss, when she pulled away, he pulled her back. Eventually the kiss grew more intense until it was brought to the bedroom where their night continued in a more sinful manner.

That morning, Katsuki made Leiko leave, angered at what she tricked him into and ashamed of his betrayal. How could he do that to you?! His love of over a decade! When Leiko was gone, Katsuki allowed himself to break down his walls and cry. He cried so hard that morning, more than he’s ever cried before. That morning made him realize his third regret.

Leiko and Katsuki never spoke again..until some days later when Katsuki allowed himself to become extremely drunk once more. He fell into his obsessive thoughts of you and felt the pain come again. Wanting to erase the hurt, he reached out to Leiko and asked her to come over and distract him again. He needed to feel something that wasn’t you. And so Leiko happily went over that night. And a few more nights because Katsuki felt the pain again for a few more nights. As Leiko kept going, she noticed the house loss more and more touches of you. Katsuki flipped his pictures of you in his bedroom so that they wouldn’t see his nights of betrayal and he moved his clothes out of your shared closet so he wouldn’t be reminded and hit with your addicting scent that lingered on your clothes. Leiko smiled, feeling like a victor as Katsuki slept beside her in your bed on your side. The two would have quite a surprise in the morning.

—

Katsuki was awake and was still feeling the shame. He didn’t like sleeping around with Leiko but he liked the way it distracted him from his painful thoughts of you. Every morning after a night spent with her was the same. The two would wake up, she would put on one of his shirts despite his protests and get ready in his bathroom as he sat in the living room downstairs. But this morning had a little surprise twist.

As Katsuki sat in the living room with his head down, the doorbell rung. Growling in annoyance at one of his friends’ presence, he reluctantly went to open the door with a sour mood. “WHAT?!”

“Umm, excuse me. Who the fuck do you think you are talking to your wife like that?” You asked with attitude. As Katsuki adjusted his eyes to the light and his ears caught the sound of his favorite song, his eyes widened and his smile rose.

“Y-Y/N?” He asked in complete shock. He saw you alive, healthy, smiling, looking naturally beautiful right in front of him.

“Missed me, Suki?” You asked with a giggle. Bakugou pushed the door open to pull you in for the tightest hug as he lifted you off the ground.

“YOU’RE BACK!” He cried out. He held you tight and shut the door with his foot as he dropped onto the couch with you on top of him. He held you close to him as he cried into your neck. “You’re really back! Fuck- I missed you so much Y/N! I fucking love you- I’ve been a mess without you..shit!”

His tears were everlasting as they fell from his ruby eyes that you missed so much. You smiled as you wiped them away with your thumbs and the soft touch he’s craved and missed so much. You pecked his nose to calm him down as you allowed your hands to get lost in his blonde hair. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m here, Suki. I’m back.”

Katsuki still held tears in his eyes and was shaking in happiness as you remained oh so close, giving him the warmth he needed after so many months. “Tell me you love me, Y/N.”

“I love you Bakugou Katsuki.” You happily said. Your husband teared up once more, so happy he was able to hear those words from you again, before pulling you in for a passionate kiss. A kiss that brought him back to life. He took in your scent and the way you tasted illegally sweet. He let his hands roam your body in a loving way until they found way into your soft H/C locks, trying to bring your head closer to his despite your lips already being in contact. You pulled away with him chasing after your lips, needing to push him back a little to allow yourself to breath. “Relax Suki.”

He scoffed at that. “Relax? I just got you back, you’re not calling the shots today princess, that’s all me.”

You both have a little laugh as you tucked in to cuddle for a small time. He missed this. This is what he needed. This is what he’s been dying for. To have you back in his arms, alive, healthy, and present. He needed this for so long and now that he has it, he feels whole again. After spending some cuddle minutes on the couch, you rose up in need for a glass of water. As you tried to walk away, Katsuki tugged on your arm to try and bring you back to him, only to have you calm him down. “I’m just getting some water, Suki.”

He reluctantly let you go, allowing himself to smile like an idiot, glad to be around you again. As you searched for a glass in the cabin, that’s when Bakugou detected the sound of someone turning the shower off. And that’s when his eyes popped. His betrayal to you. The multiple times he betrayed your love and literal proof of it standing in his shared home with you. That’s when he began to silently panic. You were gonna find out. You were gonna find out he had been acting like a sleeze behind your back and you were gonna be pissed. Heartbroken. Downright furious and you had every right to be, but Katsuki wouldn’t allow it. He knew once you found out, you would leave again. But you can’t leave! He just got you back! You’re not allowed to leave when you finally came back to him. He’s finally happy again because you’re back! You can’t leave now!

“Hey, Baby, don’t you wanna see your friends?” Katsuki asked as he walked over to you. You had finished your glass and placed it down on the island when your husband came over asking an absurd question.

“Suki, they were all there when I left the hospital. They were the ones who bought me these new clothes. Aren’t they cute?” You asked with the smile he loved oh so much.

“Uh- yeah, yeah they look amazing on you Teddy Bear. Umm..if they were all with you, why didn’t they tell me you were coming back home?” He asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck and his went right to home on your waist.

“I wanted to surprise you!” You giggled. “How’d I do?”

“Really fucking good, you little dumbass. But why don’t we get some fresh air? Yeah?” He said as he tried pulling you to the door.

“What why? I was just out there.” You said as you stopped in your tracks. “Besides, I heard you didn’t visit me much in the hospital ya’ big meanie. I wanna spend as much time with you as I can.”

“I was gone because I couldn’t stand to see you like that, baby.” He said with a whimper.

“Yeah I figured. Which is why I’m not too mad, but you still gotta make it up to me with cuddles, so let’s go!” You said and tried pulling him in the direction of your bedroom but he planted his feet into the ground.

“We can still spend time together outside the house, Teddy Bear,” Katsuki said enthusiastically, trying to keep you away from the room that for sure reeked of sex and held scattered clothes of his own and another woman’s.

“But I want to spend time at home with you,” you pouted. Bakugou felt his heart melt at the cute face you pulled and brought you closer to him.

“I know, I wanna spend time with you too but I’ve been in the house for so long, I think I need to get out of here.” The blonde said while being aware and on the lookout for Leiko.

“Well I’ve been out of the house for so long and I know I need to be in it. Besides, as your previously injured wife, what I say goes.” You said with sass and a smile. Katsuki laughed, loving your little attitude but still worried of what you may find out.

“Baby please, can we just go?” He begged as he held your soft hands in his.

“Why are you so adamant on leaving, Suki?” You asked

“That’s because he doesn’t want you to find out about me.”

Your body jumped at the sound of a new voice and you looked at Katsuki’s face, noticing it scrunching in fear, before you turned around to find another woman wearing nothing but Katsuki’s shirt. The same shirt you’ve worn a thousand times over. You could feel your heart clenching in pain but you stood your ground no less.

“Who are you?” You asked as you dropped your hands from your husband’s. You heard his little whine at the loss of your touch as he reached out to hold into your arm but you gently pushed him off.

“Y/N-“

“Oh come on, H/N. Don’t be in denial. I bet you already have an exact idea on who I am.” Leiko said with a smirk as she looked at you. You turned to your husband with raised brows and a face of anger as you glared at him. You looked back at her and bit your lip before smiling.

“Were you in it for the long haul?” You asked Leiko, wondering if she really wanted Katsuki or if she was just getting pleasure out of this.

“Definitely not. I just came for a quick fuck every now and then. Wanted to get a feel of what it was like getting dicked down by a big shot pro-hero.” She said casually.

“Did you know he was married?” You asked.

“Yeah but he didn’t seem to care so neither did I.” She said. This made your blood boil a bit and you wanted to cry so damn bad, but you refused to allow your whore of a husband and this stranger to see you break. You huffed before smiling again.

“You can take your leave now.” You kindly said. Leiko looked at you in confusion.

“You’re not mad?” She asked. Katsuki had the same thought running through his mind as his heart raced at this conversation happening right here right now.

“Oh I’m furious. But am I really supposed to be mad at some stranger who’s content with being a home wrecker? ‘Cuz I feel like most of my anger should be directed to the man-whore behind me.” You said, never looking Katsuki’s way.

“Y/N, please-“

“I’m not speaking to you yet.” You said calmly, still not looking at him. You didn’t have to turn around to know there were tears in your husband’s eyes. Leiko smiled before standing a little taller.

“Well then, I’ll be taking my leave,” she said and took off the big shirt and throwing it onto the couch, leaving herself in her underwear. “Am I expected to be back for another visit?”

“You can come back as many times as Katsuki asks. As far as I’m concerned, he’s a single man again.” You said with a laugh.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Katsuki asked with a break in his voice. Leiko laughed too before nodding and walking back to the bedroom and gathering her things. You walked silently to sit on the couch with Katsuki following you. “Y/N, what the fuck do you mean I’m single. I’m still your husband!”

You remained silent as you looked at him with a sarcastic smile. You said nothing as you waited for Leiko to return. “Say something!”

Finally, Leiko walked down the stairs, fully dressed, and looked to you before taking her leave. You smiled at her before speaking. “So..I don’t want him anymore. Do you?”

“No I’m good. Anybody’s good for a fuck but I don’t date cheaters.” Leiko said with her hand on the knob.

“I’m not a fucking cheater!” Katsuki shouted at her as he had tears dripping down his face. She gave him a dry laugh before opening the door.

“Take a look around Bakugou. You’re not a cheater?” She asked before walking out and shutting the door, leaving the two of you in the broken home. Silence passed and all that could be heard was Katsuki’s shaky breath. You then stood up, gaining his attention, and tried walking to your bedroom before Katsuki stopped you by holding onto your arm. Tight.

“Where the fuck are you going, Y/N?” He asked as he cried angrily. You tried to shake him off of you to no avail.

“I’m leaving you fucking idiot. If you haven’t noticed, you cheated. You were disloyal. You allowed some stranger into our home, into our bed, just to get your dick wet.” You said with an angry but calm tone.

“She wasn’t a stranger.” Bakugou said trying to defend himself. You laughed and stepped to face him.

“Oh really? Tell me one damn thing you know about her.” You asked. As Katsuki thought about it..he really didn’t know anything about her. Fuck- he didn’t even know her family name. All he knew was that her name was Leiko. They were speaking for a month and in that entire month, Katsuki only ever talked about himself. She never gave up any information about herself. All she wanted to do was get to know Katsuki and get in his pants. She really was a stranger and he just tossed away his entire relationship for some whore. His silence gave you your answer. “That’s what I thought.”

You tried walking away again before he ran to stand in front of you. “Y/N! Please! Just listen, okay? I was depressed because you were gone!”

“And that’s your excuse for cheating on me?!” You shouted.

“No! But- but it hurt me to even think about you in that hospital bed! I couldn’t even face you without feeling like I was dying! And then that fucking snake came and she distracted me and kept my thoughts away from you. She kept the pain away. I know that that’s not excuse for what I did but please try to understand why I did it!” He begged as he cried.

“I will never understand! Because I could never do what you did! If you were in the hospital, close to death, I would’ve been by your side every second of every day! Yes I would’ve felt all the pain and depression you did but I wouldn’t want to distract myself from it! Because at least then I would be thinking about you, and worrying about you, and caring about you, and loving you because you’re my husband Katsuki! I wouldn’t ever want to not think about you!” You shouted in anger and hurt as you allowed a few tears to fall. This urged Katsuki to cup your face in his hands and wipe away your tears.

“I’m so sorry, baby. Please, can we just move pass this? Please.” He said softly as he pressed his forehead to your own before you shoved him off.

“Get away from me!” You shouted, breaking his heart as he stumbled back. “After everything we’ve been through, you go and do this to me?! AFTER EVERYTHING?!”

“IM SORRY! PLEASE! I CAN’T TAKE BACK WHAT I DID BUT YOU HAVE TO FORGIVE ME!” He shouted back.

“WHO THE FUCK SAYS I HAVE TO FORGIVE YOU, BAKUGOU?!” You said, emphasizing the use of his family name. The name that you also held.

“Don’t call me that, baby, please.” He whimpered.

“DON’T FUCKING CALL ME THAT BAKUGOU! WE’RE DONE!” You shouted and walked away to your room with him following you. He kept spewing apologies up until you opened the bedroom door. It was a horrible mess and the stench of sex filled the air. You covered your mouth and nose as tears pricked your eyes before walking in to open your closet, disappointed as you noticed all the pictures of you two were flipped to be hidden. When you opened the doors, you didn’t find your clothes. “Where the fuck is my stuff, Bakugou.”

“I’m not telling you because you’re not leaving me, Y/N!” He said as he tried to hug you from behind before you pushed him off again.

“I’m not staying here! Tell me where my stuff is so I can leave!” You demanded.

“Like hell I will! We haven’t even had a full talk about this! You can’t just leave!” He said. You watched as tears fell down his face which only made you even more angry. He was crying? He did this! This is all his fault! How can he be the one upset?! “Y/N please, I’ll get on my fucking knees and beg you to stay if it’s what it takes but you can’t go! We’ve been together for 13 years! 13! Even before UA-“

“And you threw all that away when you decided to sleep with someone else.” You said calmly. You walked out of the room in search for your clothes as he followed and continued to speak with sobs breaking apart his sentences.

“Y/N please! I- I can fix this! You don’t have to go! You can stay and we can be happy, just like we’ve always been! Just like we were a few minutes ago before that bitch walked in and ruined everything!” He cried making you turn around in a snap.

“She didn’t ruin anything Katsuki. When you allowed her to come into your life and into our home, that’s when you fucked up. You did this to us. You ruined everything.” You said before continuing your search.

“T-Tell me what you want Y/N! I’ll make it happen! I’ll do anything- I’ll give you the fucking world! As long as you stay!” He begged. You approached the guest room in silence and Bakugou grew frantic as he blocked you from going in. “Please- don’t.”

“All my stuff is in there, isn’t it?” You asked, already knowing the answer and only having it confirmed when he remained silent. “Get out of my way.”

Bakugou shook his head as he kept the door block as you tried to pry your way through. Growing frustrated, you used a small amount of your quirk to blast him through the door, having him groan in pain as he hit the floor and watched you find your clothes in the guest room closet. You began packing your things and Bakugou was quick to stand and take everything you put in your bag out. “Stop it!”

“No! You’re staying with me! You’re not leaving me Y/N- I won’t lose you again!” He said as he tossed your bag across the room. You watched it go and stood in disbelief at his childish antics.

“Heh, you know what? Whatever, keep all the clothes. Maybe you’ll gift it to the next girl you decide to bring back here.” You said with attitude.

“I’m not bringing anybody else through those doors! I ONLY WANT YOU Y/N!” He shouted.

“Doubtful. Keep it, burn it, regift it, I don’t care. With my salary I can buy myself a new wardrobe and a new apartment. Far. Away. From you.” You said and walked out of the room. As you tried to exit the house, Katsuki pulled you back into his arms as you struggled in his grip with your face smushed against his chest.

“Please! Please tell me what you want! I’ll do anything! I’ll buy you anything! We’ll do whatever you want- Y/N I’ll even quit my job! Just please don’t go! Please forgive me!” He cried before you harshly pushed him off to reveal your sobbing face.

“I WANT TO LEAVE! BECAUSE I DONT WANT THIS ANYMORE KATSUKI!” You shouted before wiping your eyes and bringing your voice down. “I wanted my husband there with me at the hospital! I wanted him to be the first face that I saw when I woke up! But you couldn’t even give me that! Instead, you were in our home in our bed with some random person you found wherever having sex with her despite the fact that you’re a married man! …I was in a fucking hospital fighting for my life and my husband was too busy cheating on me, trying not to think about me…..I want to leave Katsuki.”

“….I can’t let you do that Y/N…I’m sorry. But I can’t do this without you.” He cried as you listed all his shortcomings. “I’ll give you whatever-“

“I don’t want material things!” You shouted in exhaustion. “I wanted your loyalty and love!”

“And you have that!”

“We wouldn’t be in this situation if I did!” You said. “I’m leaving, Katsuki. And not you or anybody else in this fucking world is going to stop me. If you try and trap me here I will break down these walls myself and get out. If you force me to stay I will do whatever it takes to get away from you. I’m not staying with you. So we’re done. And we’re getting a divorce, whether you like it or not.”

As you walked to the door you could hear his heart breaking cries as you opened the exit. “Y/N please. I don’t want this, I waited months for you to come home to me…I need you.”

“When are you gonna realize Katsuki? This is your fault. You did this to us.”

And with that, you shut the door on the house, the home, the relationship, and him. And it was all his fault.

A/N: Y’all ima be writing a part 2 for this so stay tuned

Tag list: @sxcker4you @aomi04 @tessabrown101 @ebiharachan @is-this-ash @iris-shihabi @sxturn-stars @isolight @lanantoine @whatdidshesayyy @kiranogareru

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comfortscripts · 2 years

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To The Bookkeeper ¬ Remus L.

Plot -Dusty books, pining hearts and romantic gestures are truly the key to starting the perfect romance novel

Genre -☁️️ Fluff ☁️️

Pairing - Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Notes/Warnings - Soooo cheesy and in the 2nd/3rd person. Enjoyyyy <3

Word Count - 1.7k

Specks of dust stilled in the air, a permanent fixture in the rustic shop. Hoards of loose pages stacked against shelves that were sturdy with the weight of hundreds of books. Shiny colour-filled books written by youthful souls shared the bustling space with the withered classics authored by the wisdom of decades gone by.

Hidden amongst the shelves and towers of novels, an oaken cashier’s desk sat. Intricate carvings of alluring floral patterns wrapped around the wood, as a simple machine rested between scattered paper and worn books. The desk looked like it held stories that these pages could not fathom, but that isn’t what caught the eye of the young man.

His tender gaze was entranced by her.

Sat buried in a book that seemed to be falling apart at its seams, wide eyes running across the pages as her body leant closer to the book, almost if she were wishing to be transported into the lines of ink. Strands of hair escaping, framing the beauty her face held, as her skin glowed with the dying light of the sunset. Remus was sure it was darker outside, but he understood that if he were the sun, he would want to spend every remaining second lighting up the beautiful bookkeeper.

She was aware of the tall young man who had been lurking among the rows of leather-bound pages the past few weeks. His scarf faltering as the hours went by, revealing the delicate scars littered across his skin, and she couldn’t help but pray he never found the book he wanted as it would mean her hours spent adoring him from afar could continue.

They fell into a routine. He would admire her from afar between his searches, and during those searches, his being would hold her attention.

Everyday Remus begged his bravery to fire up and approach his bookshop beauty, he wanted to hear her velvet voice directed at him, rather than at those other customers who didn’t even take the time to appreciate the symphony her voice conducted.

But today was different, today Remus decided to act on his love-struck urges. He spoke to her.

“Sorry, but could you possibly recommend a book for me? Haven’t seemed to find anything that truly connected with me.”

Her eyes raised to connect with his. Breath hitching as her heart pounded against her chest, trying to break free and profess her adoration of the attractive man standing expectantly in front of her, finally speaking to her after all this time.

“Um, yes, of course. What genre are you feeling? Got to make sure that my recommendation matches your mood.”

“Romance ideally”

He didn’t mean to blurt that out but finally gazing into your stunning eyes made his heart ache for love, and his mind chose to vocalise his need for romance. The deep blush that took over his scarred skin made her soften as she fought back the blush her body was threatening to show.

“One second. Wait right here”

Remus watched as she scurried off with a step of excitement, knowing she had thought of the perfect book to offer the man. He watched her fingers delicately weave through the array of covers, before landing on one and spinning to rush back towards the patient man.

Smile carved into her cheeks as she clings to the golden leather hardcover, evidently pleased with her choice of recommendation. Offering the romantic pages of ink to the lanky man, who took it gladly without his gaze ever leaving her eyes.

“A Room With a View by E.M Forster. An all-time favourite of mine, especially if you are looking for a romantic tale. I’ve probably read it 12 times already. Might just be searching for some type of romance, even the fictional type.” A feeling of caution took over as her mind wondered if that titbit of personal angst was causing him to think less of her.

But little did she know, his heart swooned at the idea of offering her that romance she craves, and little did she know, his search for romance had brought him to this very moment.

He inspected the book, taking in every detail of the cover before asking her the price. Only to be met with a shake of her head as shy smile appears on her adorable face, making his heart beat just a little faster.

“It’s a gift. I recommended it so if you hate it, then at least you didn’t have to pay for it, and if you loved it, the satisfaction I’ll feel will be enough.”

Lupin went to protest but the shushing that surrounded his words felt him stumped, and glowing red with a face full of blush. Goodbyes filled the air, both wishing to get in the last mutter of goodbye as the man retreated from the shop, clutching the book close to his chest.

Days went on without Remus’ usual bookshop visits, and soon enough, a week had gone by. Each day customers came and went, and each day, she wished for him to return even for a minute.

Hope dwindled with the closing of the shop each night, until a package was delivered early one morning. A burgundy paper wrapped parcel with simple words swirled across the top.

“To the bookkeeper who gave me a book and stole my heart”

Hiding in the little nook in the deepest part of the shop, barely touched by the eyes of others and soften by patterns of blankets. Pulling the paper from the parcel with caution as eyes widened at the contents; an eggshell letter laid upon the same romance novel she had given Remus all those days ago, but for now, the letter intrigued her more.

Dear Y/N,

I am sorry that I haven’t visited like I normally do, but I was busy with this book.

You were right. It was exactly what I needed, and whilst the story sent me through all the emotions, the feelings it made me realise for you were what truly made this book worthwhile.

Everyday for the past month I have wandered around your shop, just waiting to build up the courage to talk to you, to ask you out. But every time I saw that smile or looked in your eyes, my heart tripled in speed and all those words I had rehearsed left my mind.

So, with this letter, I offer an idea.

Read this book (for the 13th time), and if you feel anything for me, please meet me at 8 o’clock tomorrow night. You’ll know where once you’ve read the book.

Forever your shy admirer,

Remus Lupin.

If her heart was not already full, it would have been as she dove into the pages, only to find the annotations and intricate drawings scribbled amongst the lines. Pastels of highlighted text, thin marks of meticulously penned thoughts, and scrupulously drawn doodles of lovers that bared closer resemblance to herself than the protagonist.

Minutes ticked away and each page was devoured with such attention that her eyes begged to rest a moment, but her heart fuelled her with energy to continue. And so, she did. Word after word, line after line, and comment after comment pulling her feelings for the tender man to the surface.

The final pages came into sight and her heart fell an inch in desperation to read more of Remus’ loving insights, but the thought of meeting the adoring man brought new life into her bones.

Closing the book as the clock struck 7:30pm, knowing that her search for romance was about to be over when she finally allowed her feelings to come to fruition, when she was finally able to confess that hidden desire of hers to the man who held her heart.

Rushing about to make herself presentable as the journey began to the place your heart will be fulfilled.

Reaching the Garden of Godric as the glimmering of the crescent moon lit up the rows of beautiful flowers and offered safety to the arrays of gentle creatures who play in the night. But, amongst all the beauty stood the picture-perfect sight, Remus Lupin clutching a single gardenia.

“there are shadows because there are hills.”

Turning to meet her gaze as all the fear that filled his veins trickled away as it replaced with hope. She came, she cared, she felt the same.

She strolled up to him as she continued with her explaination of his choice of location. “The gardens are shaded by the mountain range, which is quite peculiar for a city to have which makes it a rarity. And you, Remus, are a rarity”

Holding his large hands within hers, their heartbeats started a duet of anticipation, waiting for confession. Watching every emotion swirl through her eyes as he inches ever closer before pulling his bravery to speak truly.

“There is so little I know about you and yet, you take up my every thought. Part of me believed this idea of love at first sight was a cliché trope used to sell books, but then I met you and all of these feelings started to bloom. Maybe it isn’t love quite yet, but I am hopelessly falling with every second.”

Her eyes watered with joy as she clung to every word he spoke, resting a soft hand against the rough of his scarred cheek. Leaning closer to meet his lips in a desperate need for that hidden love to be fulfilled after all this time.

Lips collided and hearts were warmed. Kissing him felt like a fairy-tale, a distance dream she had only read about. Kissing her felt safe, as if she was his saviour that he had searched high and low for. Clinging to each other as they prayed the moment could continue forever, but alas, breath was the enemy of affection.

Pulling away as she remained in his arms, hoping to never be without his touch again. Remus stayed clutching onto her figure, praying that she would always be his. The two bookworms who had searched for love amongst pages of romantic ink were now in their own fairy-tale, and their love could defeat any fictional love story ever written.

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littlefreya · 3 years

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Vanilla Milkshake

Summer: Henry and a long time friend hangout at their usual spot when things turn chaotic because of an innocent misunderstanding...

Prompted by:

Oooh Freyaaaa I just *need* some scene featuring Henry and ofc drinking milkshake.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Unamed OFC (no description of ethnicity or body type).

Word count: 1.7K

Warnings: RPF, major fluff, friends to lovers, sexual innuendo, mild seduction, sex talk, an unwanted boner, Henry being a boomer, Henry having a meltdown.

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own.*

A/N: So, first thing first, thanks @agniavateira for quickly beta’ing my work! And of course thanks @the-soot-sprite for bouncing ideas with me and being an emotional support. Decided to go with friends for lovers because I live for that stuff. Also, I am aware that “Milkshake” can be interpreted in several ways but for the sake of the story I went with that particular reference. Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics

Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed. 🖤

Title: Vanilla Milkshake

“I swear, this diner looks like Barbie had an orgasm all over the place.” A whimsical grin sliced between Henry’s marble cheeks. Eyeing the pastel-esque surroundings, he huffed scornfully and adjusted the cap over his nest of unruly curls.

“Remind me again why we always meet here, young lady?”

Staring at the beastly man who barely managed to squeeze into the plastic-pink faux leather booth, she couldn’t help but chuckle. Henry carried himself with something that was both eloquent yet unmistakably feral, reminding her of a burly forest creature. Sturdy tree trunks stood for limbs, torso, and shoulders—the widths of icy mountains and a blanket of thick fur coated the entirety of his body, deeming him a dangerous bear.

No wonder he preferred himself clean-shaven. The sharpened edge of a razor kept him a cut away from becoming ‘Henry the Barbarian’.

Seeing him surrounded by pastel and sparkly fairy dust brought far more joy than she could ever imagine. The utter look of contempt gleamed on the surface of his shifty eyes.

Oh, by God, how much he hated glitter!

“And what would you know about Barbie’s orgasms?” she teased with a crooked eyebrow and a comical suspicious glare.

Readjusting his cap over the messy mane of chocolate curls, Henry offered a terrible wink and shrugged, “a gentleman never tells.”

Her fingers rapped on her thigh while she contemplated whether to allow this naughty joke slide, but then the urge to provoke him was far too great. After briefly chewing on the inside of her cheek, she broke into a wicked grin.

“Is that… like a role play you have with the missus? She’s Barbie, and you’re G.I.Joe? Because I kinda don’t want to hear about it, but then I kinda do.”

Henry’s smile gradually faded along with the playful glee in his eyes, his melancholic gaze dropping to the sparkly table. He slumped into a heavy sigh, “If by missus, you mean ‘Miss Hand’, then no… not really.”

Dumbfounded, she frowned at Henry with confusion when then it struck her; a sense of incredible embarrassment drained the blood from her head to her gut.

“Oh…”

“Yep.” Henry blurted and grabbed the menu, pretending to be incredibly interested in the kids’ meal options.

Just in time to rescue them from a prolonged awkward silence, the waitress arrived with their order, serving Henry a hot cup of double espresso while she received a tall glass of a luscious vanilla milkshake.

“Enjoy your drinks, guys!” the waitress smiled sweetly and kept her eyes glued to Henry as she walked away. But the gloss of the waitress’ flirtatious excitement was lost on him; drenched with greed, Henry’s blue sapphires were fixated on the generous scoops of ice cream and the dark chocolate swirls that decorated his companion’s dessert.

“Henry, my eyes are up here!” she provoked and grabbed the straw between two fingers while throwing an amused glance at his simple cup of coffee. Henry followed her gaze and scoffed before raising the cup to his mouth and blowing to cool his drink.

The way his lips pursed together and his finger stroked the ceramic surface did not escape her observation. A sudden tingle swam down the length of her spine once it resonated in her mind that kind, charming, and beastly Henry was now single. Here they were, long time buddies, but now sitting together felt less comfortable than before. Her limbs felt like pins and needles while staring directly at his eyes was as risky as staring at the sun.

“Cheers,” Henry mumbled and took a sip from his cup.

Almost jolting in her seat, she stiffened and then grabbed her straw.

“Cheers.”

Giggles came from the other side of the diner. Among the retro gumball machines and rounded plastic bar stools, the waitress and a colleague leaned against the counter and stared at Henry, who turned his head for a brief moment and tipped his head.

Their giggles turned even louder.

She frowned.

“So, have you been single for a while?” she heard herself asking with a rather urgent tone. Right away, a look of contrition crept on her face as she regretted her verbal onslaught and lack of sensitivity.

Henry directed his gaze back to her and watched as she slowly sipped from the milkshake and then suckled the cream off her mouth.

Absentmindedly, he licked his lips. “Since May. How about you, weren’t you with…?”

“No, ended, dodged a bullet.” she spat and pumped the straw up and down the thick beverage. “My milkshake brings all the boys… except it doesn't.” she sighed.

Henry frowned and shook his head with confusion. “What? You never told me you make your own milkshake. How come I never had some?”

Her face abruptly froze, her eyes rounded with surprise before she snorted so loudly the waitresses stopped their whispering.

“Umm… Hen?” she called out, trying to hold herself from bursting into chuckles as her friend accidentally asked for a very sexual favour, “you honestly don’t know what ‘milkshake’ is slang for...?”

“Uh…”

“Omg, you’re such a boomer.”

“No, I was born in ‘83! I’m a millennial. But please, indulge me.” he begged and crossed his arms together.

Clearing her throat loudly, she did her best to fight the wicked grin that stretched on her already painful cheeks and wrapped her fist around the straw. “So you know... how… certain male bodily fluids are sometimes white and creamy...? And when you perform a certain motion it’s like you’re shaking it…?”

Henry blinked and became silent. An unbidden rush of blood pooled at his groin as he watched her thumb graze over the tip of the straw and her fist pumping it into the smooth liquid in a slow, gentle motion. Wickedness glazed her eyes, but he tried to dismiss it as nothing but their usual playful banter; yet his adam’s apple bobbed up and down while his shoulder tensed at the oddly arousing sight of her performing a sinful act on a milkshake.

There was an unmistakable stir in his cock and for once, he was thankful for narrow spaces as it hid his predicament.

Leaning forward, she opened her mouth and swirled her tongue around the straw. She went deliberately slow, making him watch while she playfully licked and suckled the tip until finally wrapping her lips around it and taking a generous sip.

Henry gawked utterly smitten, unaware that his jaw was nearly at the floor.

And to make things worse, she moaned—not too loud—but definitely enough to make his shaft harden more.

She wasn’t sure what stirred this whimsical boost of confidence, only that seeing the large, handsome man pale at her provocations made her feel like the most powerful woman on earth. She also gathered she’d regret it forever and a day once they’ll part ways, but it was too late for that now.

Gingerly she pulled back, though not before allowing a single drop of cream to trickle down the corner of her lips.

“Oops,” she smirked casually, wiping the cream with her fingertip and sucking it clean.

“Please stop…”

It was then when she noticed that Henry’s playful mien was all but gone. Far from amused, he glowered with a clenched jaw. “If you’re going to keep doing that, I’ll have to leave,” he stated matter-of-factly.

A rush of panic made her freeze in her spot, the same needles that pricked her skin were now setting jolts of electric bursts. “I’m so sorry, I crossed the line,” she said and covered her mouth with shame, “did I offend you? Do you want me to leave?”

“What? No, no, not at all.” Henry’s voice softened right away, and he reached a hand in the air, as if trying to stop her from leaving. The last thing he wanted now is for her to think he is angry with her. If anything, he wished they could spend more time together, not because of his obvious arousal, but because for the first time in a long while, he was having fun.

Still, she looked at him so utterly distraught.

“Then…?”

Henry scanned the diner as if trying to make sure no one was staring or taking any photo and then shifted in his seat uncomfortably. His eyes altered between his spread thighs and her several times, trying to signal toward his… trouble.

“Oh...” she gaped.

An odd sense of pride began to permeate her chest, battling over the burning embarrassment that flamed up her neck and cheeks. At this point, she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to feel, only that it was definitely the most awkward hangout they had to date.

Problem was, she never knew when to shut up.

“Is little Henry hungry?”

Hearing those words, his brows dropped to an irritated sulk. “There is nothing little about it.”

“Ha! Prove it!”

It was as if the entire diner and perhaps the world fell into silence. Had the clatter of the dishes being washed in the back kitchen not rung their ears, she would have thought she grew suddenly deaf.

“I didn’t mean it… sorry, I’ll stop,” she mumbled slowly and pressed her fingers to her mouth while shaking her head at her stupid behaviour. That was it, this was to be the last afternoon she would ever hang out with Henry and right now, she couldn’t even bring herself to look at him.

Henry chewed onto the inside of his cheeks, trying to stop the words that came faster than his thoughts.

“You didn’t?... Because I’ll definitely be up for proving...”

She blinked at his words and tilted her head, hoping that he won’t notice the wild tremors that shook her limbs, “What was that?”

“I... yes? No?...I… fuck!”

Henry lowered his head and slapped his palms across his face, rubbing back and forth with an utter meltdown while mumbling, “Forgive me,” a couple of times. He couldn’t care less of what the waitresses or whoever was watching would think of him; all he cared about was to make her feel comfortable around him again and maybe… even make her like him?

“Henry?”

Soft and warm her voice called to him, slowly pulling him from his anguish like a sailor being rescued from a sunken ship. His blue sapphires shone, an ocean of confusion and anxiety still pooling within while he peered back at her face that was now smiling at him a mixture of comfort and exhilaration.

“Would you like some of my milkshake?”

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buckybarnesdiaries · 3 years

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the knife

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Once a week, Bucky cleans and sharpens his knives, but this time, the easy task takes another path.

word count: 1.936 words. (i know, it's long, but it worth it).

warnings/tags: nsfw, +18!!! knife!kink, sir!kink, praising!kink, foreplay (female receiving, use of a knife), language, mention of bodily fluid.

author notes: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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Who in their right mind wouldn’t feel hypnotized by the way Bucky has to dance a knife between his fingers?

Once a week it’s all he does during the day. Clean and sharpen his knives, after spending the whole morning training with them, while you can’t stop looking at him amazed. And horny. You feel like a slut, let’s be clear. You can’t help but imagine how good his hands make you feel whenever he touches you, whenever he grips your throat, whenever he pulls your hair. But, mostly, he’s too stupid to notice it. Even innocent you could say.

So, there you are, sitting on the sofa in front of him pretending to be reading a book, while his fingers grab a cloth with too much care to clean the blade of his favorite one. The one you got him for your first anniversary. A mini-machete with a black leather handle and golden ornaments all around it. When Bucky saw it for the first time, he fell in love.

As soon as he raises his oceanic eyes towards you, yours fall to the pages trying to hide the bunch of emotions within your chest and your lower belly. You can’t help but lick your lips clearing your throat, a gesture that makes him giggle putting down the machete over the table. In complete silence, Bucky stands up to stretch his arms to the ceiling, before leading his steps dangerously closer to you. Pressing your lips to contain a guilty laugh for being caught in action, you look at him through your eyelashes.

“You have something to tell me, doll?”

You shake your head swallowing greedily, about to choke on your own saliva.

“You sure?” He inquires then, keeping his hands inside the pockets of his grey sweatpants.

Fucking grey sweatpants. This time, you nod with your head, whilst he is sitting by your side. Bucky grabs the book between your hands, tossing it above his shoulder to somewhere on the floor, without putting his eyes away from yours. You gulp again, starting to feel some difficulties to breathe staring at him placing his arm made of vibranium over your shoulders. There’s no gesture on his face when he raises his left hand to your jaw, forcing you to keep looking at him.

“C'mon... Tell me what you want”.

His lips brush yours, driving you insane and racing your heart, as his firm tone of voice slides itself between them. A shiver runs down your backbone, drying your throat as the heat floods your guts. But you can’t think of a single word to say. Bucky waits patiently a couple of seconds, nodding at the end as —for him— the game has started. He puckers his lips, about to get up from the sofa pulling his hands away from you. And you stop him. Of course you do. As soon as you can react. You grab his cold wrist to push him back, almost falling on top of you.

Bucky’s laugh fills the whole room, getting comfier between your legs while your fingers get tangled in his long brown hair. Using the tip of his tongue, he licks your lips at the same time he crashes his pelvis against your needed core. You can’t hold a loud and pleased moan, closing your eyes and hearing another laugh coming from his mouth.

“Last chance, doll. Do you have something to tell me?” The soldier grunts onto your lips.

“Just… touch me, please”. You’re almost sobbing so anxiously, when Bucky starts to rock his hips between your legs, creating a very satisfying friction.

“No, doll... We’re gonna try something new”.

Your eyes widen in surprise, curiosity, and confusion, touring the length of his metallic arm until reaching the long fingers grabbing the mini-machete you gave him. You gasp uncontrollably, while his other hand snakes up your thigh to find your panties under the baggy shirt you’re wearing. One of the shirts you usually steal from his wardrobe. Bucky brings the blade to his teeth, holding it there to sit up and help you to strip. In less than a blink, you are completely exposed to his attentive and lustful blue eyes.

You spread your legs for him without the needing of being asked for, showing him in all its glory your warm cunt shining in your arousal. Bucky would give his life for digging his hard and twitching dick in your pussy right now, but he has another plan. One that you are going to enjoy anyway. Leaning over you with the machete now back to his hand, his left forefinger goes straight to your folds; wetting it with your sweet juices in a soft stroke.

“Open your mouth”. He demands with such a raspy tone of voice, bringing the handle of his knife to your lips.

You welcome it in silence, delighted, hornier than ever. Twelve inches of leather that you suck and lick pleasantly for him. You cover it with your saliva, swirling your tongue around it as he marks the rhythm inside your mouth. Meanwhile, his index finger helps you to calm your anxiety, giving enough attention to your swollen clit. You can’t think, you can’t moan, you can’t breathe. You two haven’t started and you feel already that you could cum in less than a sigh. Bucky sees it in your eyes, and he can’t hide a petty smile growing on his face. He loves to tease you.

“Have you been feeling like this all day, uh?”

Pulling away the handle from your mouth, he drags it over your skin, down by your collarbone and the small space between your breasts. Slowly, too damn slowly. You don’t know how he can control himself this good when you’re about to cry. You need him so much. All the time. But days like these… You need him twice as much.

“Yes…” You just mumble weakly as the wet handle reaches your abdomen continuing his path down.

“Tell me what you want”.

“Put it inside me, please…”

“Please, what, uh?”

“Please, sir”.

You can see your boyfriend breathing through his parted lips, catching his air at the moment he watches you whimper when the leather slightly touches your clit. You are so beautiful for him —legs opened, hard nipples and begging.

Placing his flesh arm under your waist to raise a little your ass, Bucky plays with the handle up and down your slit, making a pressure that causes you to grunt annoyed. He giggles inevitably, sliding it slowly into your wetness, and you can’t help but arch your back pleased when the knife starts to stretch your walls so torturously and deliciously. When his cool fingers touch you provoking you a soft chill, and you feel it’s completely inside you, Bucky moves back his hand with the same slow pace.

He’s driving you crazy. He knows it pretty well. He doesn’t enjoy anything more than the fact of having you under his control, under his power. Gripping his warm hand around your throat, he makes himself some space by your side on the sofa. Now, his lips can touch yours, drink your delighted sobs, look at your eyes from closer.

“Do you like it, baby doll?”

“Yes… Yes, sir… I li— like it, sir”. You utter with a broken thread of voice, nodding with your head briefly.

“I know. I can feel it. You think I don’t notice…” He whispers in a hum, sticking his forehead to yours, tightening the grip around your neck. “But the truth is… I do it on purpose. I always make sure you look at me. Anyone else, but at me”.

Oh, there it is. These insecurities he always hides masterfully, but the ones that claim your attention the whole time. Bucky needs you too. You were the first person who didn’t treat him like an assassin, nor like a monster. He lives to make you happy. He can’t think about the idea of losing you one day, just because he doesn’t give you enough. But he is. He is more than enough. And you prove him every single day since you met him.

“Please, sir… I wa— want more… faster”. You plea against his lips, placing your arms around his, softly swinging your hips at the rhythm of the knife he’s using to fuck you.

“You want it faster, uh?” He repeats playfully, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek at the end.

“Please…”

And Bucky pleases you. The move of his wrist makes the pace increase a little. The handle goes somewhat deeper, carefully to not hurt you. He twists it making you moan, stir, bite your tongue. Bucky is well-aware of what you like and how you like it. And he wants to make you cream his mini-machete to remember that day whenever he uses it in a mission, far away from you.

A wet, dirty noise starts to make an appearance when the thrusts into your soaked cunt are more constant, just like your satisfied vocals echo the room. Bucky spreads kisses all over your face, keeping his fingers around your neck to keep you close.

“God… you’re such a good girl taking my knife this good”. Your boyfriend can’t help but purr onto your ear, feeling how he could cum in his sweatpants just by looking at you so damn needy for him. “And I swear… it’s not gonna be the only one… I’m gonna make you fuck all my knives, doll”.

Just imagining it, you feel the tickles concentrating in your lower belly. You feel your juices spilling down your buttocks and staining the sofa. This man is going to be the death for you. But if you have to die… Is there any other better way?

“C'mon… do your magic…” He encourages you, getting closer to your lips.

Bucky doesn’t give you the chance to moan in a reply, tucking his tongue into your mouth to devour it. The pushes to your g-spot become eager, harder, and well-aimed; wanting at all cost to make you cum. And as soon as he feels your legs shivering, he goes faster. You can’t control it. The orgasm is growing inside you easily as a forest is set on fire with a match. Crying out with his tongue invading your cavity and dominating yours, you tangle a hand on his hair arching your back as you find a new position that gives you some more pleasure. But you can’t hold it anymore.

Bucky is stealing your air by gripping your throat tighter, kissing you so impatiently, and you can’t hold it anymore.

The soldier swallows the loud howl that borns in the deepest place of your soul, feeling the explosion inside your stomach as you jump inevitably into the abyss of heat. But he doesn’t stop. He continues rocking the knife inside you, wanting to hear you a little more. Wanting to hear his full name mixed with your delighted whining and your growls. It’s never enough for you, nor for him. And now you want him inside you.

“Please… Please…” You cry pushing his metallic hand away from you, making him toss the soaked knife with your juices to the floor. “Please, sir… Fuck me… I beg you… I need your dick”.

“'Course you need it, my little angel… You need it all the damn time, don’t you?” He doesn’t sound angry, but his voice is rougher than ever.

He’s upset because you have forced him to pull out his mini-machete, but soon Bucky forgets it when he is buried deep inside your cunt. His cunt. Only his.

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Collide pt 2

Wanda x R

Summary: Trying to do the right thing gets very awkward and complicated.

The elevator was taking its sweet time to get to the 87th floor. It’s like it knows you are anxious and annoyed and oh yeah, naked.

“Come on!”

Bruce is annoyed. He’s been running tests on tests and has come up empty.

“It’s okay, Bruce,” Wanda tries to calm him down, seeing the irritation on his face. She knows the feeling all too well. For crying out loud, these tests with no real results are being run on her. She’s grateful to have people who care so much, like Bruce who is simply mad he can’t give her an answer for why her powers basically seem to have vanished.

“It’s not okay, Wanda. We don’t have the slightest idea why this is happening. I mean, your magic gone, just like that. It doesn’t make any sense,” he sighs. Then he straightens out his posture and gives her a determined smile. “But don’t worry. We’ll run more tests and we’ll figure this out. For now, why don’t we take a break. We’ll continue tomorrow.”

She returns his smile but less enthusiastically. Truth be told, she’s been kind of enjoying not having her powers. Don’t get her wrong, of course it is worrying not having them and she needs them to get back to doing her job, but for once in a very long time, she felt relaxed almost.

Her powers are incredible and amazing, but what’s not so amazing is the weight she carried because of them. These last three months, she felt unburdened. She felt lighter, but she couldn’t tell her teammates that, not when they’re doing all they can to help her get them back.

Her powers are important to have for the team. She knows that. It’s why she sucks it up and is doing everything she can to get them back. People count on her.

She hops off the stool and makes her way to the elevator. She notices Bruce isn’t following behind her. “Are you coming?”

“I’m just going to clean up here. I’ll meet you down in a few,” he replies. Wanda goes to press the button for the elevator. The doors open not two seconds after.

“That was fast,” she mumbles. She steps into the cart and waves goodbye to Bruce. “See you.”

The elevator’s doors close. You gulp nervously. This could have worked out better for you but you got what you wanted. You came to see Wanda and here she was in the elevator with you. Maybe you should wait to talk to her when you find some clothes. You hope wherever she’s going has something for you to cover up with.

Happy with your decision to pretend you’re not even there, you stay quiet and keep to the corner. Suddenly the elevator stops.

“Shit,” Wanda says exactly what you were thinking. She begins pressing buttons trying to get the elevator to go but it’s of no use. She uses the emergency call button.

“Hello, this is Wanda Maximoff. The elevator seems to be stuck,” she says into the intercom.

“Yes, Miss Maximoff. The elevators have been stopped for security purposes, but do not worry, they are taking care of the situation. The elevators should be operational in just a few minutes,” the voice over the intercom says.

If you weren’t so nervous, you could laugh at the situation. They’re taking care of the situation all right. Here you are, the situation, in the elevator with Wanda Maximoff. You hope this doesn’t take too long. You’re feeling very uncomfortable in the state you’re in, especially enclosed in such a small space with someone else.

Five minutes go by and nothing happens. Wanda has been playing games on her phone to distract herself. You’ve been standing in the corner, hands covering yourself even though technically you’re invisible. It made you feel more decent in a way.

Wanda’s game chimes and she celebrates winning whatever level of whatever game she’s playing. You smile, finding it cute. She’s been trying to pass that level this whole time.

Before she can get into the next level, her phone rings. Natasha is calling her. She’s been made aware of the situation and is passing the information to Wanda. “There’s been a security breach. Some girl was asking for you saying it was urgent and forcibly made her way into the building. They still haven’t found her. Where are you?”

Wanda frowns. “I’m stuck in the elevator. They stopped them.”

“Okay, I’ll get yours to work. I’ll wait for you on the 71st,” Nat says.

“Okay,” Wanda responds. Nat rushes, “Oh, and Wanda be careful. She seems to have powers like yours.”

Wanda wants to ask about that but Nat hangs up before she has the chance. Wanda chews on her bottom lip as do you. Both of you are anxious. Your heart is beating out of its chest right now. You do your best not to let your breathing get out of control. You couldn’t have Wanda hear you.

The elevator begins to move and you stupidly let out a sigh in relief at the same time Wanda does. You pray she didn’t hear it and thinks it was all her. For a moment you think someone heard your prayers, but you are oh so wrong.

When the elevator stops at the 71st floor, you follow Wanda out the elevator. Unknown to you, she did hear your sigh from before and just needed to reassure herself she wasn’t hearing things. She keeps her ears attentive and when you follow her out, she hears the scuffle of your feet behind her.

In a quick move, she grabs you and flips you over. Suddenly, she’s got you pinned down and in your shock, you don’t realize you let up on the invisibility. You look at Wanda in shock and fear, thinking she’s about to punch you in the face or something. She looks at you in shock, your face suddenly becoming visible. Natasha is in shock as well, wondering what the hell she’s looking at.

“Please don’t hurt me! I can explain!” you beg.

“You! The one from the grocery store,” Wanda recalls.

“Yes! You remember me?” you ask, surprised she would recognize your face after one interaction.

“Who is the naked lady on my floor?” The three of you turn to see Tony Stark walk up to you snacking on some food.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you greet him with an awkward smile and cheeks bright red. “I’m going to turn invisible now. Please don’t freak out.”

Wanda looks down and freaks out. She’s about to get off of you but Nat yells at her to stay put.

“She’s naked!” Wanda argues, but stays on you.

“She’s invisible. We can’t have her leave without us knowing,” Nat reasons.

“I won’t leave,” you promise. “I’ll show myself but I would appreciate some clothes.”

“Stop talking!” Wanda demands, glaring at you. She thinks she’s glaring at you but you are invisible so she can’t know for sure if she’s looking you in the eyes.

“Who are you yelling at?” Bruce makes his way out of the elevator car that no one noticed arrived.

“Me. Hi, I’m Y/N,” you blurt out, making Bruce jump, obviously not having seen you.

“Who said that?” he asks, looking around the room trying to find you.

“Down here. Under Wanda,” your voice appears again. Wanda tightens her grip on you.

“I thought I told you to stop talking. It’s unsettling,” she explains.

“Well, so is being naked in front of all of you, so,” you retort. Bruce looks shocked but he finally pinpoints your voice where you said you were.

“Can someone please get her some clothes?” Wanda asks for you, finally. “This is not a position I thought I’d find myself in today and would really like to get off.”

“Not the first time I heard that,” you joke trying to alleviate the tension. You think you do, making both Tony Stark and the redhead in the room snort. Wanda blushes. Bruce comes to the rescue, taking off his lab coat and laying it next to Wanda, assuming you are there to grab it.

It looks odd, watching the lab coat move seemingly on its own. Wanda gets off of you as you put it on and finally reveal yourself after securing it around your body.

“Who are you?” The redhead asks, narrowing her eyes at you. Her tone means serious business.

Finding her intimidating, you try to reassure her, “I’m no one. I don’t mean any harm. I promise.”

“Who cleared you? Why are you here?” She continues her questions.

“No one. I made my way past security. I really needed to see Wanda. I have something that belongs to you,” you direct the last part at Wanda.

“And this was so important you made your snuck into my building? How did you do that, by the way? Turning invisible. Neat trick,” Tony comments.

“They wouldn’t let me in. I’ve been trying to get someone to let me see her for the past week. I’m sorry for the dramatics but it can’t wait another day,” you explain. “You’re probably having trouble with accessing your abilities, right?”

“How do you know that?” Suddenly everyone is on the offense. You shouldn’t know that, not even the media is guessing that’s what was going on with Wanda and her not being on missions.

“Tony, you have to see this! Someone has abilities like Wanda and they’re in the building,” Captain Steve Rogers rushes into the room with a tablet in his hand. The security tape of you blasting the guard off his feet with red magic plays on the tablet for everyone to see. Steve notices the stranger in the room. “It’s you!”

Everyone turns from looking at the tablet to looking at you in confusion. Everyone but Wanda who looks upset.

“I can explain,” you try but Wanda cuts you off, stepping right in front of you, pointing a finger in your face. “You stole my powers!”

“I didn’t steal your powers. It’s not that simple.”

“Then explain how my powers seemed to have disappeared when we met and now there’s a video of you using my abilities,” Wanda demands.

“I-I mean, may-maybe it is that simple,” you stutter.

She moves forward almost as if to attack you. Steve is on her in a millisecond, holding her back as you put your arms out in defense. You rush to explain, “But I didn’t mean to. It’s just something that happens when I touch people with special abilities.”

“What do you mean? Do you mean to say that you can take anyone’s abilities away? How many abilities do you have? Is there a limit to how many you can hold? If so, how many and can you choose which you keep?” Bruce Banner throws a slew of questions at you that you can’t really process while there is an angry Sokovian ready to throw hands with you.

“I’m just here to return them to you,” you say, trying to calm her down. That trips her anger. Everyone and her look at you confused once more. Wanda asks, “You can do that?”

“It’s what I’ve been trying to do all week, but no one would let me see you,” you sigh in frustration.

Steve feels Wanda relax at the new information and lets her go. He also notices that because you moved your arms up when Wanda was going for you, you released your grip around the lab coat and were now exposed again. He clears his throat and looks away, “Miss, the coat.”

You look at him confused and then realize he’s referring to the lab coat you’re wearing. You and Wanda both look at it and then blush. You quickly wrap yourself up again.

“Oh my god, can someone please get, what’s your name?” the redhead in the room inquires and continues once you stutter out your name, “Wanda can you please lend Y/N some clothes? We’ll wait for you on 87. I’ll inform security that the problem has been dealt with.”

It isn’t really a request, both you and Wanda know this. Wanda tells you to follow her and she leads you to what you assume is her bedroom. It’s pretty nice. You note that she keeps it tidy.

“Here, these will fit.” She leaves you sweats, a hoodie, socks, and some sandals on the bed. “You can change in the restroom.”

She points at a door on the other side of the room. You smile awkwardly in appreciation and head over to change. While Wanda waits for you to come out, she tries to understand everything that has happened and everything that you told her.

If you are to be trusted and it’s true what you said, including not doing this on purpose, then she supposes she owes you an apology. Are you to be trusted though? This would be so much easier if she had her powers. Then she would be able to figure it out in a wink.

Her powers made things so much easier but also they were a pain in the ass. She is grateful for them of course. She knows all the good she does and could do with them, but sometimes they were too much and she didn’t realize this until she was without them.

It was odd being without them. She had grown accustomed to them. They were a part of her now and not having them was weird but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was just different and for a moment she felt lighter. The only real stress of not having them was wondering what happened to them, but now here they are.

You have come to return them to her. She should feel relieved, right?

You step out of the restroom in her clothes. You thank her, “I’ll give them back once I get my clothes back. You don’t happen to have a ‘lost and found’ in the building, do you?”

“I don’t know. I’ll ask Steve or Nat,” she replies. After an awkward moment of standing there, neither of you speaking, you break the silence, “So, should we go now?”

Wanda hesitates to lead you out, so you assume there’s something else she wants to say. You wait. “Before we do, I owe you an apology. I shouldn’t have gone off on you like that when all you were trying to do is help.”

You smile and nod. “Yeah, that was scary, but I understand. It’s a weird situation to be in, but luckily we have everything cleared up and soon you’ll have your powers and you can get back to doing what you do.”

“Yes, lucky me,” she mutters, unconvincingly. She doesn’t know why, but going back to the regular schedule seems daunting.

She finds you staring at her oddly. It makes her uncomfortable so she makes her way towards the door, motioning for you to follow. You make conversation on your way to the lab.

“My friend loved the meal by the way. Thank you for all the helpful tips. It was delicious, if I do say so myself,” you tell her, using her phrasing when she described Sokovian meals. She smiles, catching it as well.

“I told you so,” she says, chuckling as you both wait for the elevator to reach the 87th floor. She thinks back to that day and based on what you said earlier, she asks you, “So is that how it happened? When we touched hands? That was how you got my powers?”

“Yep.”

“And to get them back, we do the same thing?” she ponders. “It’s that simple.”

“Yeah. It’s simple and annoying,” you complain. “I graze anyone’s skin and if by chance they can do something no regular person can, suddenly they can’t and I’m the one who can do it, but the most annoying part is when I don’t know who they come from since I have to touch them again to give their powers back.”

“That does sound frustrating,” Wanda agrees.

“No, what’s frustrating is when they won’t take their powers back,” you whine. “And then I’m stuck with them.”

“What do you mean? Can’t you just touch them and give them back?”

“They have to want their powers back for me to return them. It’s actually how I got the invisibility one. They couldn’t really control it at the time and I guess they got tired of it, so when they had the opportunity, they didn’t want it back. Those were weird first months with that power. Floating clothes spooks a lot of people. Luckily, a little practice and I could do this on command.”

You show her the way you could turn invisible. She looks startled so you appear again and apologize. “Sorry, I guess it’s still scary to people.”

“No, it’s cool. It just surprised me,” she reassures you. You give her a grateful smile in return.

“Why did it take so long for you to find me?” Wanda asks and it is a reasonable question seeing as you can turn on the news station and probably find her easily.

“Sorry about that. Truth is, I don’t follow the Avengers and what they do, so I had no idea who you were. I actually staked out the grocery store for weeks hoping I would catch you there,” you admit.

“They didn’t kick you out for loitering?” Wanda giggles and then lets out a full laugh when you say, “Actually, they almost made me employee of the month, despite not working there.”

A ring in the elevator signals that you have arrived on the 87th floor. Wanda leads the way through the lab.

“There they are,” Bruce announces your presence. He motions both of you front and center of the group. “So, how does this work?”

“I just touch her and give them back,” you shrug. “It’s not too complicated.”

“Okay, then,” Bruce accepts your answer.

You hold out your hand for Wanda to take. “Ready?”

She nods her head and places her hand in yours. You smile, giving her hand a squeeze before letting go.

“That’s it?” Tony asks. You turn to him and nod. “Well, that was anti-climactic.”

“Alright, Wanda. Why don’t you go ahead and try to use your powers now,” Steve inputs more helpfully.

You all direct your attention to Wanda who shakes herself in preparation to show off her powers. She holds her hands up and clenches and unclenches her hands into fists repeatedly.

“Any time now,” the redhead whose name you assume is Nat hurries Wanda along.

Wanda begins to shake her head. “I’m trying. It’s not working.”

“Maybe Y/N still has them,” Steve says. You turn your hand over and sure enough you do still have them, a red energy forming in your hand.

“That doesn’t make any sense. It should be working.” You make the energy dissipate and move towards Wanda again. You grab her hand for longer than before. Then you release her and she tries again without any success. You still have them.

“Are you sure you’re doing it right?” Bruce asks. “Has this ever happened before?”

“Yes, I’m doing it like I always do. There shouldn’t be any reason why it doesn’t work,” you insist. The only reason why it wouldn’t be working is if the other person… You look at Wanda’s face and she wears a guilty expression on her face but something else catches your attention. A very loud thought from the woman in front of you makes its way to your head.

Please don’t say anything.

The thought is followed by her looking right into your eyes, practically begging you to keep quiet. So you do.

“I don’t know what’s wrong. This hasn’t happened before,” you lie for her. You turn your head to look at Bruce and shake your head hoping to convince him. You feel Wanda’s hand on your forearm, giving you a gentle squeeze.

Thank you.

Now what are you supposed to do?

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