#vision x neutral reader

[abbyromanoff]

Heyyy there would you mind writing wanda x femreader where r dreams of wanda cheating on us with vision so when r wokes up she's mad and grumpy and wanda doesn't know why, now she's sad and confused. Fluff at the end though

VISIONS

PAIRINGS: Wanda Maximoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 862

WARNINGS: allusions to smut, talks of cheating, jealousy, anxiety, groping, small angst, fluff, think that’s all :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

“Baby? Can you please stop ignoring me?” Wanda asked with a hand on your shoulder. You shook it off, rolling your eyes as you threw the blankets further over your body. She sighed, trying to leave a kiss to your exposed skin until you shrugged her off once again.

She didn’t know why you seemed so upset, but she assumed from previous experiences that you simply were having a bad morning. It could be a dream, it could be your period, it could just be an irritating mood. In reality, it was the sight you saw in your deep sleep. It woke you with a sudden cry, your head tossing to the side to instantly try and spot the woman. In the dream, you had just walked in on the pair sharing an intimate moment that was meant for only you and Wanda. The witch tried to explain herself, but you woke up before you could make your final decision.

When Wanda woke, she tried giving you a morning peck on the lips, but you denied. She was confused but let it slide, until you ignored her clear request for sex. Your body was bare, only holding layers of hickeys that you usually would’ve admired, yet she still was - which only seemed to anger you further.

She gave up after nearly half an hour of trying to persuade you into talking and grabbed her book, placing her reading glasses over her eyes and sitting silently. You’d mumble quiet annoyances, but refused to form a normal sentence.

“Can you at least tell me why you’re so mad at me?” No response was given besides a huff. “Please, my love? C’mon, don’t make Mommy sad.” She teased, sensing from your sudden stillness that she hit a nerve. You sucked in a breath, removing the covers as you walked towards the bathroom. She groaned, copying your actions with a shiver as the cold air hit her.

“What are you doing?” You stood under the warm water, letting your hair soak as your body erupted with goosebumps. She tore off her shirt, only stopping when your voice was heard.

“So that’s the first thing you’re going to say to me?” Your eyes fell to her naked chest as you licked your lips, forcing yourself to turn away from the trap.

“What? Can I not take a shower with my partner?” She stepped behind you, venturing her hands to your waist as she rested her chin on your shoulder. She kissed the skin softly, leaving hints of her scent behind as you shuddered.

“This…this isn’t fair, Wanda, I’m supposed to be mad at you.” She let her lips linger, trailing her hands up and down, squeezing your breasts before one traveled to your lower region.

“And why is that?” A frown took over your face, and you lowered your gaze. She paused, turning you around so you would face her. You refused to meet her eyes until it was forced out of you, her finger below your chin guiding you to fit her needs.

“Can you please tell me what I did so I can apologize? I’d really appreciate it, love.”

“It’s stupid,”

“It’s not stupid if it’s upsetting you.” She frowned, stroking your cheek softly as she pulled you in, leaving a peck to the skin before trailing to your plump lips. She hummed against you, allowing herself to soak in the warmth of the embrace you ridded her from.

“I had a dream,” You bit your lip, groaning as she pressed on. She rubbed your arms soothingly, furrowing her brows as she waited for your voice to rise once again.

“And in that dream, I caught you…sleeping with…Vision.” She chuckled lightly, causing your frown to grow.

“Oh, love, how could I ever do that to you? Look, you didn’t hear it from me, but I know a girl with the most beautiful, and most wonderful partner. She loves them with all her heart, and she would never, ever even consider breaking their own sweet little heart.” She smiled, brushing her fingers through your hair when red threatened to cover your skin.

“But,”

“Shh, and I don’t want you to think any different, alright? I love you, I love you so much and that will never change.” She assured, and you grinned to yourself, muttering a small statement that she asked for you to repeat.

“Especially not for a red robot?”

“Especially not for a red robot.” She smiled, pecking your forehead slightly and cradling you with her arms. The soft skin sent a sigh of gratitude your way, and you cuddled closer into the woman.

“I love you so much, Wanda. I’m sorry for being mean, I know you’d never do that.” She hummed, trailing her hand lower once again. It fell upon your bare ass, her palm squeezing with a giggle.

“So soft,”

“Wanda! You pervert!” She shook her head, nuzzling her nose in your neck as she continued to poke at the area. You bit your lip, leaning into her as instinct.

“Now, why don’t you let me make it up to you and show you just how much I love you?”

[merlucide]

okay hear me out.

reader joins blue lock undercover as a dude. Reader is like super- strong and skilled so she’s able to compete against male players easily. people would ‘pick on’ reader for her smaller figure and feminine features, but never suspecting anything. She gets through 1st-2nd Selection, eventually reader is caught and at first she was going to be forced to leave BL, but the world went into a frenzy finding out a woman was excelling in men’s team. They wanted to see how far long she could keep up with the male players so they let her stay in the course.

AUSGHSHSHS I HAD NO IDEA HOW TO WORD THIS BUT YOU GET THE POINT YEAH??? LIKE MULAN !!!!!

IF ANYONE WRITES SOMETHING LIKE THAT PLEASE, PLEASE LET ME KNOW !!

edit: I made it :3

[noonecares915]

This is the image that made me fall in love with Wanda. The rocks look like angel winds, making her even more angelic.

[ackercho]

a quiet life with kita shinsuke.

[zer0pm]

Imagine Luis hugging you closely as you two navigate through the darkness of Castle Salazar. But not just because he didn’t want to lose track of you…

“Luis, what the hell are you doing?”

“One would think someone as intelligent as you would be able to tell when they’re being embraced. And by such a dashing man, I might add.”

You roll your eyes and proceed to bend your elbow back with swift force. Although you couldn’t see behind you, the contact with leather and the sound of him cursing in his native tongue was a sure satisfactory sign that you landed a perfect hit. He didn’t let go of you completely, but he did loosen his grip so that he wasn’t completely pressed against your behind. His closeness caused your cheeks to burn and you were thankful that it was dark.

The two of you found yourselves wandering warily inside the castle, having been forced to evade Saddler’s plaga-infected cultists once again. Their pursuit chased you inside a series of rooms devoid of light save for a few torches dimly lit with strange purple flames. As the torches were steadfastly stuck on the walls, it would have been difficult to navigate through the area without a reliable source of light on hand. Thankfully, on one of the side tables, you found a lantern already lit. This one burned a distinctive, eerie blue flame and like a moth, you were drawn to it, picking it up gingerly in your hand. It offered little in terms of illumination, but it was enough to help you get a grasp of your surroundings.

By then, your Spanish companion took it upon himself to attach his body to yours. His excuse, he didn’t want to lose you amidst the darkness despite the lantern offering enough light to allow some distance. He didn’t relent even as you shared this fact, creating the excuse that he didn’t want to take the chance especially as monsters could be lurking about anywhere and wanted to be ready to leap to your protection. While he had a point, if you had to guess, it was more likely that the notorious flirt just wanted to be close to you. For the moment, you let it go and moved on to lead you both through the abyss. Upon further inspection, you discovered that the two of you are in a library of sorts. One of many, as Luis candidly pointed out.

“And vastly interconnecting,” he added. In the darkness, his lips thinned into a pensive line before curving to that of delighted realization. “Actually, this place looks familiar. There should be a few hidden rooms somewhere around here. ¡Rápido! Look for a grandfather clock.”

He advises to act quickly yet the man still has his arms wrapped around your waist, restricting your movements. “You know, it’s hard to look for anything let alone move at the pace we’re going what with you holding onto me like this.”

“Hm?” The man hummed, intrigue rumbling in this throat. “How should I hold you, then?”

You scoff. This man is incorrigible. Yet as insufferable as Luis is most of the time, he is also undeniably charming. If you weren’t struggling to stay alive, you’d enjoy private moments like these with him.

As if reading your thoughts, he spoke up. “You know, if not for the certainty of danger lurking in quite literally every corner of this terrible place, this would be a rather romantic setting. Don’t you think?”

“What are you on about this time?”

“C’mon, just think.” The dark-haired man steps around to snake his arm around your shoulders and reposition his tall frame against your side. It was easier to walk this way for certain, but now you can see each other’s faces. You hope he can’t see how flushed your cheeks are. “You, me, and a single candle light. All that’s missing is fine dining with some wine and this would make a most promising night worth remembering.”

“I have a feeling that this whole journey is going to be memorable whether we like it or not,” you sigh. “So what, then? Like a date?”

Luis shrugs, “If that is what you would like it to be.”

Why can’t this guy ever be straight with you? As flirty and playful as he can be with his teasing, there are far too few instances where you can tell he’s being genuine. This is not one of those instances. And over such an intimate topic. You decided to bite the bullet and prod further.

“What would you want it to be, Luis?”

He pauses, clearly not expecting you to turn it around on him. The man twists his head to look into your eyes thoughtfully, the blue flame reflecting off his brilliant silver hues. There was a glint in his gaze that bordered on something hopeful and you wondered if you returned it. As if in doing so, it would drive from him the answer you wanted him to say. However, his lips didn’t move and although the words danced upon the tip of your tongue, you bit them back out of pride. Luis catches how your jaw moved when you clenched your teeth and opened his mouth to break the silence.

Clank!

You both freeze in place.

“What’s that sound?”

“No se-”

Clunk! Shhft!

That sounded alarmingly close. You flash the lantern towards one of the countless bookshelves and through the thin openings, you see movement on the other side. Its figure is hard to discern but the way that the light reflects off its body, you deduce that they are covered in some type of metal armor. You and Luis aren’t alone anymore. Luis squeezes your shoulder and when you turn to face him, he had his pointed finger pressed against his lips. Nodding, you two kept walking as quietly as possible while also keeping a low head and an eye on the mysterious figure walking about. It didn’t seem to notice you and you thought you were in the clear until you heard another set of heavy steel footsteps thumping on the side.

The steps grew faster towards you and out of panic, you flash the lantern that way to see what was coming. The light reveals an animated suit of armor running at you with a sword raised high. You were about to run for it until you felt a familiar hand upon your waist, keeping you in place. You struggled against Luis’ hold, stricken with horror. Just as you were about to scream at him to let you go, he takes a firm grasp of your hand that held the lantern and lifts both of your hands upward towards the armor. Your eyes flinch to a tight close, shoulders tense of what you assumed to be your impending doom…

But the steps have stopped, the limbs of the armor come to a screeching halt and you open your eyes to see this new, terrifying enemy completely stationary, as if frozen on the spot.

“Huh. That’s new.” Luis comments with intrigue evident in this voice. “A mutated variant capable of using non-organic hosts. Salazar has been busy.”

So many questions flooded into your mind but your anger took over your voice. You glare at him over your shoulder, miffed over how calm he is given that he nearly gave you a heart attack. “How about a little warning next time?”

Shhft! Shfft! Shhft!

That’s definitely not good. It sounded like you two are surrounded and while the castle is huge, the rooms in the library are packed tight with shelves and thin aisles. A step in the wrong direction would spell your end.

Luis speaks up, “I have an idea. Do you trust me?”

Did you have a choice? The man practically drags you by the arm, managing to sneak you both behind the cover of a book-filled aisle. The tall, thick volumes block the lantern’s light from the plagas’ view. Leading you both into a crouch, he guides you through the library. You could do nothing but follow, keeping a careful ear to the movement around you. After several careful turns, you enter another dark room and stop right before a grandfather clock. Luis takes the lantern from your hand and a rare, serious expression settles on his rugged features.

He whispers, “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

“Wait, what are you-”

He dashes off before you can finish your sentence. How a man can move that fast and not make a sound is beyond your comprehension. Completely alert, you watch his retreating form go down what looked like a long corridor. In the darkness, only the light illuminated his shape, making him appear like a shadow. You couldn’t see what he was doing but before you could ponder further, the walls seemed to shift in the distance, consuming the light and leaving your sight with only the only void.

Panic fills you like insects crawling into your pounding heart. Terror pricks upon your spine in chilling shudders. What did Luis do? Where did Luis go? Did Luis leave you?

You thought about calling out to him but the familiar sound of steel-capped footfalls fills your ears. You back yourself into the wall, making yourself as small as possible and hold you breath, daring not to make a single sound. The armored plaga are so close, the sharp clangs of metal echo off the walls in rhythm of your blood pumping. You thought for certain that it was over when one dreadful step resounded against the floorboard right beside you but a harsh thud in the distance catches the attention of the overgrown parasites. The plaga rush towards the noise and you listen carefully for their footsteps to echo further in the distance before sighing softly in relief.

Believing it would be best not to linger in this spot longer than necessary, you were about to shift to a stand until something firm gripped onto your shoulder. You nearly gasped aloud in shock, but your mouth is covered by what felt like a warm hand.

“Calma, calma.”

Luis’ thick accent reaches your ears in a soft, soothing whisper and you immediately relax under his touch. Remembering yourself, you slap his hand away and admonish him through clenched teeth.

“Luis, what the hell?!”

“No time for questions. Follow me.”

You hear him shuffle before you, the lack of light making it very difficult to make out what he was doing. After a minute, you hear the soft click of a mechanism and the low dragging of something heavy scuffing against the wooden floor. The hand on your shoulder swiftly slides down to grip your arm and you’re once again dragged through the darkness. The rush of your pace was short lived as Luis lets go of you. His body heat retreats from you and you nearly reached out for him, but your hand stops midair when you hear him tinkering offside and the familiar mechanism shifts gears. He must have led you both to one of the hidden rooms he mentioned before and just closed the entrance behind you.

“There. We’re safe. For the time being,” the Spaniard says.

You take in some much needed breath at his words. Once you have completely relaxed and was certain that you were not in immediate danger, you steal a moment to absorb your new surroundings and come to a familiar conclusion- it was dark as hell!

As you were about to ask what the next part of Luis’ genius plan was now that you have successfully evaded your armored pursuers, a soft click echoes off the wooden walls. Your curious eyes catch a small flame burning a ways from you, the warm light casting a warm glow against a familiar figure. It was Luis. With a lighter in hand.

You blink. “Have you had that this entire time?”

The man was hunched over one of the lower shelves of a large bookcase, tossing aside several books over his shoulders without a care for the amount of noise he made with his rummaging.

“Hey, are you listening to me?” you said as you beelined to his side. “What are you doing now, Luis?”

He responds without looking at you, “Un momento. It should be… ¡Oye! Found it!”

His hand lifts from the recesses of the shelf, revealing a rectangular tin container.

You blink, “It’s a box.”

It was Luis’ turn to roll his eyes. “Not just any box. Suppressants. This should help our two American friends with their parasite problem.”

His words perk you up to attention immediately. “That’s great! We should tell Leon and Ashley right away.” Your hand moves towards the communicator you keep on your person. However, again, Luis’ voice stops you.

“Not yet.”

You quirk your brow at him inquisitively. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

The dark-haired man shakes his head. “Nada. Rest assured, we’ll break the good news. But first, ¿por qué no nos tomamos un descanso?”

He wants to take a break? When you uncovered such a critical find?

You countered, “You really think now is the time for a breather?”

He responds with a shrug, “Now would probably be the only time, my friend. This room is completely safe, I promise. And I have every intention of savoring the moment it has to offer. You’re free to join me.”

The finality in his words truly left you with no room to argue. And boy, did you want to argue. But the ache in your muscles begged for rest and truthfully, the idea grew more tempting by the second.

Eventually, you cave. “Five minutes. And we keep going.”

Luis grins, “I can work with that. Next time will be longer.”

With that, his lighter closes with another metal click, killing the only light in the room and effectively rendering your sense of sight useless once more. You didn’t realize he moved until you felt his warmth breath fanning against your face, your nostrils taking in his musk.

“And for the record,” his voice comes off low and deep. “Me encantaría salir contigo.”

Before you could ask him to repeat himself as you didn’t quite catch that last part, he silences you with his lips pressed against yours, warm hands returning to your waist and pulling you close.

[wandussyfantasy]

A Night of Fun

Summary: After months of pining, Wanda and Reader allow themselves a night of fun when the two are left alone in the Avengers headquarters

Warnings: smut, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT DO NOT READ, switch!Wanda, switch!reader, gender not specified but reader has a penis, teasing, creampie, cheating.

Word count: 3.5K

You were scrolling through your feed when suddenly an image of Wanda laying on your bed in red lingerie enters your mind and covers your vision completely. “What do you want me to do?” Her voice echoes in your head, making you clench your jaw. She has been teasing you like this ever since the two of you got drunk together several weeks ago while everyone that lives at the compound was out on a mission that the two of you were “too reckless” to be part of. It was a great night. Things started off normal and innocent with a few drinking games until some point during a game of truth or dare things shifted. It led to strip poker and ended with the pair of you waking up in your bed together, naked and covered in each other's fluids. Neither of you thought of the consequences until the rest of the team returned from their mission. Kate, your girlfriend, greeted you with a wide smile and a sweet kiss. Then you watched Wanda and Vision hug.

The two of you didn’t want to ruin what you already had but after getting a taste of each other, it was hard not to explore further. The first week, the two of you avoided each other until the two of you were assigned to spar against the other. During that session, with your bodies wrapped around each other, you replayed that night in your mind a little too much. Maybe it was intentional to give you the upper hand, or maybe it was a complete accident. At the end of the day, it didn't matter. You won the match and Wanda found you in your bedroom later that night. She pushed you against a wall with her arm across your chest. “You cheated,” she seethed. 

You smirked, “No idea what you are talking about.” Your thoughts went back to that night and Wanda’s green irises glowed with red as she watched. Her grip on you tightened as she re-lived every last sensation you gave her that night until she fell against you letting out a satisfied sigh and a choked moan, her legs shaking almost causing her to collapse. She dragged her fingers through your hair and whispered light apologies into your neck as you held her. All you could think about was how screwed the two of you were. The next few weeks were spent teasing each other with mind messages because as long as neither of you actually touched, it wasn’t cheating. It was all fantasy. At least, that’s what you were telling yourselves. It has been a brutal game that has been leaving you very frustrated. Not even Kate could satisfy the hunger because she wasn't what you were craving anymore. 

This time, however, Wanda wasn’t just teasing you with a memory or a fantasy. She was showing you what she was currently doing in your room. “I want you to touch yourself,” you mentally respond to her. Wanda smirks as she traces her fingers just under the soft fabric of her panties. You sigh quietly as you try to remind yourself that you are sitting in the common area of the compound, anyone can see and interrupt you when they return. “Why can’t those be my fingers?” You ask as she finally slips her fingers through her folds, showing you everything she is doing. 

“They can be. You just have to come here to replace them,” she beckons in a whisper. You keep thinking to yourself that you shouldn’t until she says, “Come here, Y/n.” With that, you shut and reopen your eyes to get your vision back and you make your way to your bedroom. Luckily, no one was around so you weren’t stopped by anyone along the way. As soon as you enter the room you shut and lock the door. You press a few buttons on a control panel to set up the sound proof feature on the room and a barrier in the walls that keeps Vision from phasing through. Both programs were hell to develop, but you knew that one day they would come in handy.

You walk further into your room and nearly fall to your knees when you see her playing with herself. “Fucking hell, Maximoff. You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” You lick your bottom lip and pull it between your teeth as you drink in her appearance. “What are you doing in here dressed like that?” You keep your distance from her as she writhes under the movements of her own fingers. You were fighting the urge to replace her fingers with your mouth. 

“Don’t fight it, just come here,” she stops moving her fingers on her clitoris and beckons you with her glistening fingers. You follow and drop to your knees at the foot of the bed. “Clean them for me, love,” she asks as she holds her fingers out to you. All you can do is nod and follow her directions. You moan softly, finally getting to taste her after weeks of depriving yourself of her. She pulls her fingers away and slides down the bed, closer to the edge to hover her lips over yours. “Do you want to stop?” She asks, looking you in the eyes. You shake your head no, brushing your noses together, but that isn’t enough of an answer for her.  Wanda pulls back a little and holds your face in both of hands. “I’m going to need you to say it. Do you want to stop?” She traces her fingers on your lips as she waits for your answer. 

“No,” you finally gasp. 

Wanda smirks, “What do you want to do with me?”

“I want to eat you out,” you blurt as she takes her hands off of your face. 

“Oh, so eager. I love it,” she praises. “But you’re going to have to wait, my darling.” You pout and point out that the two of you don’t have a lot of time to draw this out. “Ah, ah, I just got a message from someone that there has been a complication and they won’t be back for another day or two.” 

“Shouldn’t we be concerned about that?” You ask even though you weren’t the least bit worried. 

Wanda shrugs and weaves her fingers through your short hair. “Mmm, I think the only thing you should be concerned about right now, is me.” She curls her fingers in your hair to pull you into a deep kiss. You move your lips with hers, finding a rhythm that works best for the two of you. 

You move your hands to touch her, running your hands all over her soft exposed skin while she continues to play with your hair in the kiss. Something she knew drove you crazy. When your fingers eagerly slip under her panties she quickly moves her hands to your wrists and smiles with a shake of her head. “Not so fast,” she says. You groan out of frustration. 

“What do you want from me, Wanda?” You move your lips to her neck. “I’ll do anything for you.” She giggles at your pleas and pushes you away from her before telling you to undress for her. You stand up and think about giving her a strip tease, but you figure it’s best not to ruin the moment with something you were too silly to execute properly. You unbutton your shirt and toss your pants to the side until you are standing in front of her in your underwear. She raises her eyebrows, “Really? Captain America boxers?” She covers her mouth with her hand to hide the laughter and you chuckle looking down at the pair of boxers you mistakenly chose that day. So much for not ruining the mood.

“If I'd known in advance, I might’ve chosen something more appropriate,” you defend. 

“Yeah, but, why do you even own those?” She finally lets out her laugh which only warms your heart. 

You can’t help but smile at her. “I just do, okay?” You climb on top of her, and she leans away from you until she is laying flat on the bed with you above her. “Are you done laughing at me?” You ask as you gently move some of her hair out of her face. 

“No, but I can save it for later,” she places her hand on your neck and pulls you down for another kiss. She lifts her leg to wrap around you as she puts her arm around your shoulders. You know exactly what she is gearing up to do and normally, you would have fought against it. But tonight, you were completely surrendering to Wanda. So when she flips you on your back, you don’t resist or try to prove your dominance to her. “You’re too good sometimes,” she praises again, making a pleasurable feeling stir below your belly button. Wanda moves her kisses down your throat, dragging her teeth along the way. You warn her not to leave a fresh mark anywhere and she snorts. “I couldn’t claim you as mine if I tried, superhuman. You heal too fast, or have I made you forget?” Wanda teases, making you blush. You had forgotten that you weren’t a normal human being anymore. 

“You want to claim me?” You playfully tease back, “That’s so adorable of you.” She scoffs and takes your wrists, slamming them above your head and into the mattress. You keep your eyes on her as she concentrates on making a sort of magical bondage, tying your wrists together. “I’m guessing that we’re not starting with you tonight?” 

Wanda puts her finger to your lips as she hushes you, “No, we're not. I’m in charge right now.” She moves further down your body, trailing kisses along the way until she starts laughing at your naval. You shake your head and laugh with her because the sound is contagious. “I’m sorry, we just have to get rid of these. I can’t pull these off of you and keep a straight face,” she flicks her wrist and the boxers are whisked away to the hamper in the corner of the bedroom. You thought that it would feel odd to be so exposed to Wanda as she laughs but you didn’t feel ashamed in the slightest. You just laugh with her until it's out of her system. Once she looks you in the eyes, you mischievously send her the memory of you moaning out her name the last time the two of you were together like this. She brings herself back to the current situation and she puts her mouth on you again. “Thank you,” she plants more kisses on you and loosens the restraints. 

As her lips approach your cock, you feel it grow harder and harder and once it's finally in her hands you're fully erect. She takes the base of your penis in her hands and looks up to see if you're watching her. A satisfied smile flashes across her face when she sees that you can't take your eyes off of her. She holds eye contact with you as she kisses the sensitive tip of your cock. You shudder at the feeling. Something about her lips made even the slightest touch all the more pleasurable. She places a few more kisses along the length of your cock before she wraps her lips around you. When she finally does, you reward her with a low moan. She bob's her head as she sucks you, making you lose all of your air. “Fuck,” you gasp out as she sucks you off. Out of instinct, you try to thrust your hips matching her rhythm but her hand on your hips stops you. 

Wanda pulls away from you and shakes her head. “You are too eager. Relax, Y/n. We have time, so let's savor it. Okay?” Her tone is so soft and comforting. It wasn't something you were used to. Being with Kate, she would demand harder and faster. Which seemed nice at the time. It was never this loving, this slow and sweet. You take a few mindful breaths and nod. Wanda wanted patience from you, and that's what you were going to give her. She resumes sucking on your cock and you close your eyes to focus on the sensations. Her warm mouth and her soft hands working together to bring you the most pleasure you've ever experienced in your entire life. 

Then she pulls away again and you open your eyes, patiently waiting for her next move. Wanda kisses her way up your abdominal muscles as she keeps her hand slowly pumping your cock. Your entire body was sensitive to her touch. As if you've never been touched a day in your life. Your body is starving and greedily enjoying every piece she feeds it. When her face is leveled with yours again, you don't hold yourself back from diving in for a kiss and she doesn't stop you this time. 

You begin to have a tough time with the restraints. You want to touch her so bad. You want to feel Wanda fall apart in your hands. She notices your struggle but she doesn't set you free just yet. “This is about you right now,” she says.

“Then let me make it about you. It's what I want. Please, let me taste you.” The begging only makes this experience more pleasurable for Wanda. She had no idea that was something she was into. Tonight she is dedicated to exploring and she is enjoying the discoveries so far. 

Wanda hums her rejection. “After this,” she adjusts herself so that she is straddling your waist. “I’ll let you have your way,” she holds her underwear to the side and aims your cock at her entrance. “But for now, I'm in charge,” she sinks herself onto your cock causing the both of you to breathe out in pleasure. Her warmth envelopes you in the most inviting way as you fill her up completely. She whimpers a little bit, not used to your size. She has been fantasizing about you being inside of her again for ages. To finally have the real thing once again was way better than anything she used to get herself off when she couldn't sleep. She sits on you for a moment, to adjust and admire the euphoria on your facial expression. She wishes she could see this every night. But these stolen moments will have to be enough for now. She places her hands on your chest as she begins to lift herself up. Then drops back down. She rides you at an excruciatingly slow pace at the start. Making it almost impossible for you to form a coherent thought. Not that you wanted to be lost in your head anyway. 

She picks up her pace as she feels the pleasure in her body build up. Her body, that she had been playing with for a long time before she had the courage to invite you, is begging for a release. So, when you begin to meet her movements with thrusts of your own, she doesn't stop you. As she gets closer to her orgasm, she releases you from her magical binds and lets you touch her clitoris. When you're a little sloppy at the approach, she places her hand over yours to show you exactly what she wants. It almost makes you lose it completely. There was something hot about her letting you know what isn't working and then teaching you what will. Getting creative, you utilize her panties for extra friction and she lets out a noise that surprises herself. Confirming it was the right move.

As she draws closer and closer to her orgasm, so do you. The two of you fall out of the rhythm as you begin to lose yourselves completely in each other. Then she lets go entirely and collapses against you as her body spasms from her release. Her moans are loud and her walls tighten around you causing you to release inside of her. Your hips continue to jerk as ropes of your cum fill Wanda. She doesn't let you pull out until you soften inside of her. 

Once you have enough strength to move, you flip the two of you so that you're on top. Her body is spread out for you and you take a second to admire her relaxed state. She is gorgeous. Her hair is a mess, one of her breasts has fallen out of her bra that she has yet to remove, and her panties are completely ruined with the mix of your cum and hers. The sight was almost enough to get you hard again. You lick your lips as her spread legs invite you to her center. No pussy had ever looked so delicious before. You hook your fingers into the sides of her panties and pull them down her legs slowly. Trying to give her the same experience. Hoping that's what she wants. 

You toss her panties over your shoulder once they're off of her but don't dive into what you've wanted the most since the two of you started this affair. Patience, you remind yourself. You start by rubbing her legs softly. Committing the feel of her skin to memory , just in case this is the last time you'll ever get to touch her like this. Then, you plant your lips on the inside of her right thigh. You repeat on her left. And you continue to kiss both thighs, getting closer and closer to her leaking center. Wanda's breathing begins to get harsh again and she tries to have the patience that she asked of you. But she could now see how difficult it was to give up that control. She still wanted to though. She wanted you to take charge now. 

Wanda tests your boundaries when she reaches for your hair and lightly tugs to pull you closer to where she wants you. This causes you to laugh and vibrations from your chest elicit a whimper from her. “Look who's eager now,” you teasingly remark. You shake your head as you smirk at you and she pulls your hair a little harder this time. The feeling is oddly enjoyable, but now wasn't the time for her to be making the demands. “Uh-uh sweetheart, it's my turn now.” You pull her hands out of your hair and let them drop to her sides.

“Please,” she begs, making your cock twitch. Enjoying the position you're in, you lightly blow some air at her entrance which makes her hips jerk up involuntarily. “Please,” she begs again, this time gripping the sheets. You tease her by dipping the tip of your finger between her wet lips, collecting the mix of your juices. You lift your finger to your lips and moan at the first taste. Her breath hitches at the sight of your satisfaction. 

Knowing how much she wants you to put your mouth on her, you continue to tease her. You lick as close to her entrance as possible without going all in which makes her groan. You trace her skin with your finger tips. And you tease her clitoris with soft brushes of your nose. You do this until she starts chanting, “Please, please, please.” 

“Okay,” you reply before opening your mouth and licking from her hole to her clit. “Mmmm,” you hum. To get a better position, you hoist her legs over your shoulders and wrap your arms around her thighs as you bury your face into her pussy. You lap up all of the cum that was on the surface before you dip your tongue inside of her. 

Wanda shows her pleasure by rolling her hips and screaming “Yes!” every time you do something right. To add to her pleasure, you begin to lick and suck on her clit and bring your right arm around to penetrate her with two fingers. You continue to try out new maneuvers until she is screaming and shaking from another organism. 

You take a step back and jerk yourself off as you watch her writhe at the force of her orgasm. As she starts to come down from her high, you are getting close to your edge. Wanda opens her eyes and can tell by your contorted features and tight muscles that you are almost there. She acts fast as climbs the bed to be in front of you. Just as you're about to reach your orgasm, she stops your hand. Frustrated, you open your eyes with a scowl until you realize she is offering her mouth. She puts your hands on her head and allows you to guide her. Lost in your lust, you fuck her her face until you are cumming inside of her mouth. Wanda swallows every last drop. 

“Holy fuck,” you say, barely above a whisper. Wanda wipes the come from her lips and cleans it off of her finger. “I don't think I ever want this to end,” you say as you bend down to kiss her lips. 

“Shh, let's not think about that right now,” she says sweetly. “All there is in this moment, is you and me. That's all that matters.” 

You grin as you wrap your arms around her and fall against the mattress again to hold her before you get ready for another round. It was going to be a long night. 

The End.

[afterhourswjay]

HI JAY! Ive been sick for like a week now so it got me wondering... how would Thoma Ayato Itto and wanderer take care of the reader when they are sick? (SFW, HEADCANON) I NEED THE MALEWIFE OR DOTING PARTNER ENERGY 😞😞😞😞❤️❤️❤️

Howdy, Kichi!! That sounds like it sucks! I'm also really, REALLY, sorry for how late this is!! I haven't had the motivation to write as of late (・・；) I've also been kinda sick myself

Drown in soup, but not literally

the reader is sick, and requires bedrest to get better. how does their partner help them out??

characters: Thoma, Ayato, Itto, and Wanderer warnings:

Thoma

goes full nurse on you

when he hears that your not feeling well, he immediately ushers you off to bed. you don't need to worry about any of your obligations, as he'll make sure to take care of them to the best of his ability

if you're sick with the flu, then he's making sure that your keeping food and fluids down

if you got a simple head cold, then he's not nearly as worried which is saying a lot

he really loves you and doesn't like the fact that theres only so much he can do to help you feel better

he gets really scared if your unable to keep stuff in your stomach

i feel like you'd be pretty good friends with ayato and ayaka, so they'd be more than willing to contact some of the best doctors on your behalf for some of the best medicine they can afford

ngl, he's super worried about you

if he notices your uncomfortable, tired, or really anything other than rested and comfortable, he'll try his best to help you out

do you need more pillows or blankets? are you hungry or thirsty? are you bored, perhaps??

makes you the best meal when your finally feeling better

probably takes you out for an evening walk as well, since you haven't really been moving while sick

definitely hovers around you a lot more for about a week or 2 after you've recovered before he eases up

he knows that getting sick is just part of life, and that it happens to everyone, but that doesn't mean he won't still worry about you

Kamisato Ayato

ngl, i feel like his attention is already split between all his responsibilities that he doesn't notice you feeling unwell at first

once he does notice, however, than he's ushering you off to rest for the time being

he doesn't want to see you trying to do any work until your feeling well

you two have been living together as a way to make it easier for him to protect you from any attempts at people trying to kidnap you for ransom

has the staff bring you anything you may need on days where he's particularly busy

he's not the best cook, either, so he has his staff cook the best foods for someone whos feeling under the weather

spends any of his spare time in your room with you

some times he'll even bring his paperwork in with him so that he can spend time with you but also get some stuff done hint: hes too worried about you to work on his stuff

your condition worsens into the flu before you start getting better

by the time your feeling better, you've pretty much got a mountain of blankets and pillows on your bed

he asks you what you want to eat a day or so after confirming with a doctor that you are officially recovered

Arataki Itto

you were taking a couple days off from taking commissions from the adventurers guild, deciding to spend it with your boyfriend arataki itto

the two of you were running around the whole of inazuma, collecting lavender melons and catching onikabuto beetles

you and itto had gotten caught in a downpour, having to book it across the beach to some makeshift and rather run down huts

why the two of you chose to come to koseki village, you'll never know

but, after the downpour passes, you two head back to your waverider and then back to inazuma city

wet clothes forgotten about due to the rest of the arataki gang having gotten into a little trouble with the guards, you proceed to talk to them while kuki shinobu chews out everyone

eventually, like. close to sundown, your able to make your way to your home to change out of your still damp clothes

you catch a cold the day after, having full body shivers

with practically no word from you for a few days has the whole gang worried for your wellbeing, and they practically break into your home

when you wake up, all bleary eyed from sleep, your met with the group surrounding your bed

after explaining you just have the chills, and are fine for the most part, the most of them leave to go do what they do most days

however, itto sticks around, keeping you company

he does also apologize for the fact that you got caught in the rain a few days ago

you immediately tell him that he has nothing to be sorry about, unless he can control the weather and intentionally made it downpour on the two of you

you then get out of bed, giving him a hug, and then meander off to your kitchen, asking him to help you make some soup

Wanderer

whenever you start being sucked down by depression, you tend to push yourself to work harder

and, often times, this leads you to neglecting your own needs

he may not be the best boyfriend, what with having to sort through his past and his feelings, but he does try his best

he's also hella observant. while he may not comment on everything, hardly anything is able to get past him

so, he makes a mental note every time you add another commission onto your growing list of commissions

he starts to grow annoyed with you when, instead of stopping to take a break for lunch that, you decide to just eat lunch on the way to your next commission

you don't really know what you did to upset him, but kuni seems to start making what your brain interprets as snide comments towards you sometimes

it isn't until your body decides to rebel against you and you fall sick when you realize that he wasn't really making snide comments towards you, thats just how your tired brain interpreted it

he was trying to warn you about pushing yourself to do more than what your body could handle

kuni doesn't really let you do anything until your recovered from being sick

he puts you back on a proper schedule, making sure you get 3 meals a day, all easy on your stomach as to not make you feel worse than you likely already are

he also puts you on a proper sleep schedule, making sure you get between 8-10 hours of sleep a night

kuni's surprisingly nice while your sick. he knows how much more sensitive you are to his usual comments during times like these so he saves the lectures for when your back to feeling 100% better

its ok, tho. he's back to being mean, and more than makes up for it by basically dragging you all over sumeru and inazuma for ascension materials

[fandomfloozy]

Comissioned the lovely @ginanamis to draw my Classical Conditioning Sensei x Nanami and they did an AMAZING job I'm sobbing 😭😭😭😭

[layla4567]

I can't be the only one who thinks Adam and Vision look alike, can I? I mean, they both have similar outfits (especially because of the cape) they both can float/fly, they are very strong, they are both too tall, they both have a stone7gem on their foreheads (actually in the comics Adam had the soul stone on his forehead) and both were created by someone else and came out of some kind of capsule/cocoon?. Ok now I need to write a story where the reader has a love relationship like Wanda has with Vision. Just imagine Adam resting his chin on the reader's head like in that Wandavision episode, *dies*

[rainandandy]

Christmas Time - Wanda Maximoff x Gender Neutral Reader

Wanda Maximoff had always loved Christmas. There was something about the twinkling lights, the festive decorations, and the feeling of warmth and joy that filled the air that made her heart swell with happiness. She loved spending the holidays with her friends and family, and this year was no different.

As she stood in the living room of her cozy apartment, surrounded by sparkling tinsel and twinkling lights, Wanda couldn't help but smile as she thought about the special person she had invited to spend the holiday with her.

Y/n was someone she had met a few months ago at a local coffee shop, and from the moment they had locked eyes, Wanda knew there was something special about them. They had hit it off right away, and before she knew it, they were spending every spare moment they had together.

Now, as the holiday season approached, Wanda couldn't wait to share all of her favorite traditions with Y/n. She had planned a full day of activities, starting with a warm and cozy breakfast by the fireplace, followed by a day of festive activities like ice skating and caroling.

As the day drew closer, Wanda couldn't contain her excitement. She couldn't wait to see the look on Y/n's face when they arrived at her apartment, adorned with twinkling lights and festive decorations.

Finally, the day arrived, and Wanda woke up early to start preparing breakfast. She hummed a cheerful tune as she mixed the batter for her famous gingerbread waffles and placed a pot of coffee on the stove to brew.

Just as she was finishing up, she heard a knock on the door. She rushed to answer it, her heart racing with excitement as she flung the door open to reveal Y/n standing on the other side, a wide grin spreading across their face.

"Merry Christmas, Wanda!" Y/n exclaimed, pulling her into a hug.

"Merry Christmas, Y/n!" Wanda replied, hugging them back. "Come on in, I've got breakfast ready."

The two of them spent the morning chatting and laughing as they enjoyed their breakfast by the fireplace. After they finished, they bundled up in warm coats and headed out into the crisp winter air to enjoy a day of festive activities.

They skated hand in hand on the frozen pond, sang carols with a group of friends, and finished the day by sipping on hot cocoa as they watched the sunset over the snowy landscape.

As the evening drew to a close and they made their way back to Wanda's apartment, Y/n turned to her with a twinkle in their eye.

"I have a surprise for you," they said, pulling a small box out of their pocket. "I hope you like it."

Wanda's heart skipped a beat as she took the box from Y/n's outstretched hand. She carefully opened it to reveal a delicate bracelet adorned with sparkling diamonds.

"Oh, Y/n, it's beautiful," she said, tears welling up in her eyes. "Thank you so much."

"I'm glad you like it," Y/n replied, a soft smile spreading across their face. "Merry Christmas, Wanda."

"Merry Christmas, Y/n," Wanda replied, leaning in to give them a gentle kiss. As she pulled back, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the special person she had found to share the holiday with.

As they settled in for the night, cuddled up on the couch in front of the fireplace, Wanda knew that this would be a Christmas she would never forget

[mshroom1e]

Hello, can I make a fanfic request that's a cross between a crack and fluff. How would Raiden Ei has a GN Alchemist S/O, who also has a Hydro Vision. One day, she visits them and her S/O was working on a potion that makes giant bubbles. However, something goes wrong, and they both end up trapped in a giant floating bubble together (that’s breathable by the way), that they can’t pop. So, they end up being stuck in a bubble together for a few hours, until it pops eventually.

Bubble Bubble | Ei x GN! Reader

This request was so fun to write. Tysm for asking for it!

type: fanfic

Summary: [Name] is an alchemist whose experiments seem to always go out of hand. This time, [Name] decides to simulate the abilities of a hydro abyss mage. What better way to use a hydro vision, right? Now, the only issue is that the project was a little too successful.

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Warning(s): none

When someone thought of your name, the first thing they were reminded of was how chaotic and disastrous your experiments were. It was an absolute wonder to many, how you, in all your chaotic glory, was able to catch the eyes of the archon of Inazuma. Some speculated that you had added a surprise ingridient to her dango milk to somehow make her interested in you while others accepted it as just another part of your eccentric character.

Your curiosity and want for experimenting knew no bounds. It was the norm to hear explosions coming from your lab at least 7 times a day. This time, you stood at one of your workbenches with your nose buried in a book, eyes pouring over a page that described the abilities of hydro abyss mage in full detail.

Your laboratory was always quite messy, papers and stray books scattered over about a third of the tables in the room, the rest of them jam-packed with test tube bottles, bunsen burners, and other types of lab equptement. Labelled scientific diagrams were plasteted over most of your walls, some of them on top of one another. To someone else, your workspace seemed like an absolute mess, but for you, it was incredibly easy to navigate around the disorganised space and find all the things you needed.

Your latest work in progress was a bubble made from hydro, thanks to the help of your vision. The bubble was meant to mimic the abilities of hydro abyss mages. You modified the formula to produce the bubble so that it was hollow and able to carry items and keep them safe rather than for attacking and drowning an enemy. You worked silently like you usually did, tinkering with your equipment and tossing different ingredients into the mix.

You were planning to create this new wonder as a learning experience for yourself, as well as a small gift to Ei. She had talked about how the items she ordered from the outside during her months-long meditation in her Plane of Euthymia sometimes arrived slightly damaged or a little too roughed up. You were hoping that you would be able to make something that could protect items while passing for long distances or just for a way to preserve them for as long as possible. After all, science is a way to make people's lives more convenient.

So far, the project was a success, and the bubble was able to hold itself for a few hours. The only issue was that the bubble was a little too strong. It couldn't be popped from the inside and the only ways for it to go away was if you waited for it to decompose on its own or if it was attacked with cryo or pyro from the outside.

Standing at your desk was getting a little tiring for your feet. Your body was starting to cramp, and you decided to take a well-deserved break. As you were midway through savouring a cup of tea, which was, of course, made through the use of your alchemical skills, you were jumpscared shitless at the voice that suddenly sounded from beside you.

"Hello, [Name]."

You choked on your drink and began coughing violently, slapping a hand on your chest to force the bevrage rom going down the wrong way.

Of course, you knew who had just appeared. Ei always managed to give you a jumpscare when she appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

"Hello, your exellency," you managed to reply between your sequence of gut ripping coughs. The sound being projected from your airways and oesophagus were akin to that of a donkey and several goats singing in an ensemble and missing every single note. The sound alone was enough to cause the ear drums of any living mortal to bleed. Thankfully, the only other person in the room wasn't human, so her ears were safe for now.

Ei walked around the couch, elegantly sitting next to you. She looked at you, crossing her arms with a small pout. "I thought I told you we no longer have the need for such formalties."

"Yeah, yeah..." You sheepishly smiled and looked to the side.

After all, you and Ei had become close after the time you'd spent together. She would usually visit you when she was free, which was a lot considering she'd made a puppet to deal with her official duties. At first, you respected and feared her like any other citizen of the nation. However, once you saw her show interest in your weird and wonderful creations, you started to feel closer to her. Of course, you still felt the same respect for her.

Despite the pair of you being so close, you still had the habit of addressing her formally, which she tried to correct many times but to no avail.

Ei stared at your work bench, a curious glint in her eye. She stepped closer to the interesting-looking project that was in the making, her eyes practically sparkling. You felt a surge of pride run through your veins as she looked so interested in one of your works.

"And what might this be?" She inquired, taking a closer look at the funny mess of objects.

You soon found yourself sporting a dopey grin, overjoyed that you were actually asked to explain one of your projects, and not force the other party to listen to your ramblings. This was one of the many things you loved about Ei.

You began, detailing the different components of the bubble-making formula, thoroughly explaining the concept behind it and its capabilities, purposefully leaving out the fact that the sturdy bubbles were actually a project made with her in mind.

You flicked through the book you read earlier, mentioning any details you missed about the abyss mages and their deadly bubbles. During your ramble that was at this point sounding like a one sided rap battle, you failed to notice Ei was now poking the bubble with her index finger, watching in amusement as it wobbled and made a satisfying jiggle sound.

She had poked the bubble enough times for it to begin to expand, its enlargement further aggravated by electro energy her whole body overflowed with on the regular. Soon enough, the weird hydro construct grew large enough from being able to swallow the upper part of her body to fully encasing her, and she seemed to pay no mind to it. If anything, she found the whole predicament entertaining.

An eternity later, once you finished ranting about some alchemical topic that the average person would've fallen asleep listening to, you noticed the silence in the room. It sounded like Ei had vanished, or at least, you thought.

Encased in a bubble was the one and only Ei. She was enthralled by the bouncyness of the hydro-based sphere that surrounded her.

"It's squishy," She mused, "It's like dango."

"Ei!"

Your jaw slammed on the ground. You blue screened, your brain going into full panic mode.

'[Name] you absolute dumbass'

'Why is she inside the bubble???'

'Am I going to get executed for harming an archon?'

'Should I trap myself in one too?'

'Maybe I should run away and live in a Shneznayan forest before the Shogunate finds me...'

Your brain was running a mile a minute, intrusive thoughts all bubbling (haha get it) to the surface of your mind. You groaned, running a hand down your face in an attempt to refrain yourself from bashing your head into the nearest wall.

The next (probably the most obvious) thought was to find a way to get Ei out of the bubbly prison. If worse came to worst, you were sure Ei wouldn't mind being locked in a hydro bubble for all eternity. It was exactly like the room uh I mean, Plane of Euthymia she absolutely loved locking herself in. Besides, it could also make her and the current dendro archon locked up twins. So slay. /j

"Hold on, your exellency, I'll find a way to get you out!" You began ransacking your lab which already looked like several ransakings had taken place in the course of a single day, trying to find some sort of sharp object to stab the jiggly wiggly bubble with. You eventually settled for a sword that was left under a pile of who knows what after you had attacked the bubble with everything under the sun. You had even tried using more of the bubble solution, wondering if bubbles could cancel out bubbles. It in fact could not.

Infusing the blade with hydro, you drew it back, slicing off a chunk of it, or so you thought. The hydro of your sword only added to the size of the bubble, dragging you inside it by the arm.

Water only adds to water when mixed, genius.

Now you were both stuck. In an enclosed space. Most likely for the rest of forever. You chuckled nervously, trying to force your embarrassment away. You knew for a fact that you would never live this down.

You let out a strained groan, dragging your hand down your face once again as you reconsidered your life choices. Not only did you get her excellency herself trapped in a silly bubble, but you also managed to trap yourself inside it.

Ei took her attention away from poking the outside of the bubble to you, noticing your frustration. She placed a gentle hand on yours, smiling reassuringly, "This situation may not be as bad as it seems, dearest."

Glancing up at her, you blinked your eyes, attempting to terminate any frustrated tears before they showed signs of welling up in your eyes.

The simple words she spoke were enough to make your chest feel all fuzzy and your eyes to get even more sweaty. As her reassurance set in, you started to feel like yourself again. The wave of frustration passed, and the silliness of your current situation finally set in. Managing to trap yourself inside a hydro construct was no easy feat, mind you.

You chuckled, then giggled, then erupted into a fit of full-blown laughter, doubling over in the small, cramped space you were in. Your giggles were beginning to make your sides hurt.

Ei eyed you, albeit a little concerned but used to your weird antics and outbursts. After all, you just burst into a fit of laughter seemingly out of nowhere. She awkwardly patted your back as your giggles caused you to choke on your own spit. Your laughs became strangled coughs and hacks, trying to clear your airways.

Once you calmed down (and stopped choking), you sighed, "This really is stupid."

"Well, I find it quite amusing," Ei said. She reached over to gently smooth down stray parts of your messy hair. It was something she did often when you were together.

"But..." You replied, "Being trapped in here because of my mistake must be such a waste of time."

Ei laughed. Her laugh was soft, airy, and elegant. Her eyes squinted slightly, and her lips stretched into a pretty smile,

"Any time I spend with you, [Name], is never time wasted."

Your eyes widened a fraction. Ei wasn't one of many words, but it was like she always knew what to say and when to say it. Her words were always reassuring and comforting.

~

About an hour and a half of being stuck in your science experiment, you started getting a little bored. Ei was fine with sitting down and doing nothing since she did that as a hobby. You, on the other hand, needed something to do. You got fidgety, bouncing one leg up and down, wanting something to stimulate your brain with.

Moreover, the position you were sitting in did not help at all. Your legs were in an awkward position, tangled with Ei's, and your back was curved along the edge of the bubble. The bubble was wet, but it didn't wet anything that touched it, thankfully.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Ei noticed your discomfort almost instantly.

"Kinda, and there's not much to do in here," You rested your face in your palm, sighing.

"Hmm..." A lightbulb went off in Ei's head, as if she got the best idea of the century.

You were concerned. You had every reason to be. Every time Ei had that expression painted on her face, she most likely had an idea that sounded good if your ears were plugged and eyes were closed, not hearing or seeing the idea at all. The idea would usually involve a casualty, destruction of property, and/or an explosion. Sure, you were no stranger to things exploding in your lab. However, explosions caused by Ei were enough to wipe out a continent.

Ei's eyes began to glow purple. She reached a hand up to her chest, a glowing sword emerging out of it.

No frigging way.

"Torn to obli-"

"No!" You practically jumped at Ei, sliding the blade back in its sheath? chest? whatever.

"Bad idea!"

"I thought it was a wonderful idea," her eyebrows furrowed a little, and she pouted slightly, "This construct surrounding us would be gone."

"Ei, hydro and electro don't go well together," you began, "your electro on the bubble would've bounced off and electrocuted the both of us!"

"But-"

"But what?"

"Being hit by electro is no different than a little tingle..."

You deadpanned, processing what she said a second time, "That's because your entire body is made of it -"

"What about you?"

"Electro would turn me into fried chicken!"

"Ah I see..." She rubbed her chin, taking in what you said, "Then I'll just have to do it in a way that doesn't let you get hit."

"Ei, no!"

~

It took a lot of convincing to stop Ei from trying to destroy the bubble with her Muso no Hitotachi. Even after you convinced her to stop, she would mumble something about how her idea was wonderful. You just didn't want to get electro'd just yet.

Suddenly, the bubble popped, and you were sent plummeting to the ground. Ei landed gracefully, of course, while you fell flat on your face.

"We're out!" You cheered, jumping up.

"We would've gotten out sooner through my method," Ei protested.

"Haha, maybe next time."

You made a mental note to never try to make an indestructible bubble ever again. It was a fun experience, but it was definitely not something you would do twice.

[noonecares915]

Thanks to @imaginaryblogger01 for the gif!

The brightest light in the darkest of times. Her smile could lighten up anyone's life and mood.

[mccnstruck]

thinking about kazuha being a graffiti artist,,, like hear me out.

a cold day in the city, you could find a well-known person hard at work. reds and greens and whites are spread over the wall, and you would hear the shaking of a spray can.

kazuha works diligently as the sun rises to it’s peak, waiting to showcase his works.

people stop by and admire him as he runs from one end of the wall to another. colors slowly turning to objects and gradually becoming the embodiment of kazuha’s self-expression.

one day, you pass by the city for some errands, only to stop at one of his works.

cool…..but i wonder what he was thinking to make this. you think to yourself.

you shrug and let kazuha’s art go to the back of your mind. surely in another universe, this means something. right?

reposting or plagiarizing of my works is not allowed under any circumstances.

[rxmye]

" 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 "

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐂𝐊 — a confident athlete who turns into pathetic putty at the thought of you . . .

nsfw / sixteen + content / smut / gender neutral reader / yandere content / sub!yandere / masturbation / pervert yandere (he literally breaks into the locker room for your shit) / olfactophilia/osmolagnia (scent/smell kink) / dacryphilia (kink for crying) / breath play / yandere oc x reader

masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: haven't wrote smut in awhile, so im a bit rusty . . .

Lucas dangled the keys in his hands, a grin playing on his face as he walked towards the locker room—using the key to unlock the door—it was pretty easy grabbing the keys from the janitor's room, not that this school was particularly secure with their locks. It would be pretty easy breaking in, if he tried hard enough . . 

Lucas scanned the area, looking through each locker trying to find which one was yours . . he had your lock combination memorized, though he did get a little help from a friend in order to figure it out.

His hands reached for the clothes that you had left in your locker, lifting it up to his face, eyes going half lidded as he inhaled your intoxicating scent, he felt his face growing warm and his body growing weak. Lucas leaned down onto the lockers for support, almost losing balance as he slid down onto the floor.

Lucas pressed the flimsy piece of clothing further onto his face, engulfing himself in your smell—so much so that he could almost taste you—all the while his other hand travelled downwards, clumsily unbuckling his pants in a hurry . . hasty movements contradicted his rational mind, not bothering to care if he'd get caught.

He slid his pants down, just enough to reveal his semi-hard cock—a soft whine escaped him at the feeling of the cold air—his free hand now teasing his tip, as he relaxed his body, closing his eyes shut . .—imagining how disgusted you'd be seeing him in this pitiful state— . . that really turned him on, he cussed under his breath at how pitiful and pathetic his thoughts were . .

Lucas wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, slowly moving his hand up and down—his vision growing hazy—as he let out breathy sighs of pleasure—whines growing louder when he moved his hand faster.

Lucas stuffed the clothing he took, and pushed it into his mouth—drool escaped the corners of his mouth—blocking his ability make a sound, as he moved his hand faster around his cock—little tear droplets stinging his eyes, as he felt his legs shake slightly at the sheer pleasure—he used his now free hand to pinch his nose, closing his only source of air . . .

All he could taste was you, the clothing taking away all the moisture in his mouth, as tears begin to escape his eyes, saliva escaping the corners of his mouth, dripping onto his clothing—his legs began to convulse—his back arching slightly, as he finally came, all over the floor . . .

Lucas spat out the fabric, "fuck", the bell rang . . How is he gonna clean up this mess fast enough? . .

@ rxmye , do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work/theme without prior permission and or confirmation.

[ozzgin]

Yandere! House Monster x Reader

Listen, I woke up in cold sweat at 4am with a vision: you and your stereotypically unavailable gamer boyfriend have moved into a new house. You find out very soon it's not as empty as you had assumed, but your worries fall on deaf ears. The tentacle monster lurking in dark corners just wants to make sure you're not lonely.

[Second Part]

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance (mildly NSFW)

You didn't notice anything strange at first. Maybe it was considering its prey. You'd found a cheap, old house available for rent, and your boyfriend couldn't refuse the extra space for his mancave.

Oh, you poor thing. It watched your lonely evenings, your empty bed at night, your futile attempts to spend more time with your beloved partner. It had originally planned to devour your souls and await the next foolish mortals to enter its realm, but seeing your pitiful state prompted a change of heart. Metaphorical heart, of course.

It started gradually: testing the waters, or what you'd call a courting attempt. Doors opening by themselves, disembodied eyes lovingly gazing at you from the nearby walls. Dark tendrils making their way out of the shadows, just to announce its presence.

"I think this place might be cursed", you told your boyfriend one evening. "I've been stalked by amorphous silhouettes of blight and terror, and they whisper ancient blasphemies to me at night." He let out a worried shout and slapped the desk. "That's cool, babe. I'm kind of losing right now, though, so perhaps give me a minute?"

One night you were awakened from your slumber by a warm touch sliding across your body. You smiled into your pillow as the cheeky hands made their way down, fondling your curves and hungrily searching for your sensitive areas. You let out a soft moan, enjoying the moment, until you heard your boyfriend yell from the other room. Your eyes shot open.

The hands lewdly groping your privates were, in fact, tentacles. Your first reaction was to gasp, but you were quickly silenced by another slippery appendage pressing against your lips. Shh, shh. Allow the creature to do its thing, dear. Surely enough, within minutes you were a drooling mess, holding onto the sheets for dear life.

"You've been in a good mood lately", you boyfriend remarks, idly scrolling on his phone and crunching on his breakfast cereal. You ponder if you should tell him you've been fucked relentlessly by a monstrous creature inhabiting your new home. You glance at the counter and smirk, remembering how you just had to wipe your wet mess from it a few hours ago. "Keep it that way, hun, I could get used to not being pestered every hour", the man jokes with a laugh.

Does it count as cheating if your affair partner isn't really human? Although, you have to wonder if you're still dating to begin with. From the corner of your eye, you can discern faint movement above the young man, a shadow looming menacingly. The eldritch monster would not hesitate to tear your poor boyfriend apart if he tried to mess with its belonging.

[celestemona]

⋆˙⟡ — FOUR TIMES MUALANI SUSPECTED SOMETHING WAS GOING ON (AND ONE TIME SHE WAS RIGHT)

pairing: kinich x reader

cw: no pronouns mentioned. ajaw is in a vacation. slight but not slight pda. mualani overreacting but she is a sweet. best friends trio. pyro vision reader mentioned. not beta-read.

reblogs and comments are appreciated ♡

Mualani knew Kinich and you were friends—close best friends, just like you two were with her—but lately, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. 

It started with little things, almost too subtle to be noticeable but somehow it didn’t escape from her perception. Things like how Kinich, ever the quiet guy, had begun lingering a little too long when he talked to you, or how you’d run all your way to the Scions of the Canopy's village just to welcome him back after a mission. 

At first, she didn’t pay too much attention thinking you guys were just being more affectionative and caring to each other. However, as time passed by, it has been shown to be more than a mutual friendly appreciation and certainly beyond a mere coincidence. 

I.

The first time Mualani noticed something different was in an early morning by the coast, watching the waves curl and crash. She often started her day stretching at the shore and riding the first waves of dawn. But this time, as she rounded a cliff, she spotted Kinich and you sitting on a rock overlooking the sea. The two of you were close enough that your arms brushed every time the wind picked up.

Kinich’s usual stern expression was softer than usual. Mualani squinted at you suspiciously. Were you... holding hands?

She jogged closer, but just as she got near enough to say something, Kinich quickly stood up, putting a considerable distance between you and himself. “You're up early,” he said, his voice in its usual calm.

You smiled warmly. “Hey girl! How are the waves? We were just discussing about it.”

Mualani tilted her head, narrowing her eyes. “You were? Really?”

You let out a light and confusing laugh, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Of course.”

She didn’t quite buy it, but you didn’t give her any reason to push further. “Well, the waves are good today! You guys joining?”

Kinich only gave her a polite headshaking, while you nodded smiling. Maybe she was imagining things.

II.

Except she wasn’t. 

A few days later, you were hanging out by Tequemecan Valley' canyons with Kinich standing quietly while you and Mualani chatted. However, every time she glanced toward him, Kinich seemed to be watching you a little too intently. It wasn’t the usual hunter’s focus; it was softer, caring, almost like... adoring.

The girl squinted, pretending to be interested in some flowers nearby while keeping an eye on you two. You didn’t seem to notice anything, or if did, you didn’t mind. You just kept talking, your laughter filling the air.

When Mualani caught Kinich staring again, she couldn’t help but ask, “Kinich, you okay? You’ve been zoning out all day.”

He blinked, his neutral mask slipping back into place. “I’m fine.”

“He’s just tired from all the training,” you teased, winking at him.

Mualani raised an eyebrow, astonished by the scene before her eyes. Something was definitely going on.

III.

The third time came on a day when Mualani was guiding a group of Sumeru’s travelers near the springs when she spotted you and Kinich again, standing by the water. As she approached, she saw Kinich leaning down to whisper something to you, his lips close to your ear. You giggled softly in response.

Wait a minute... Kinich never whispers to anyone. Much less in such an intimate way and even less to make someone laugh. Mualani's instincts flared up immediately. What was he saying? And why did you look so happy about it?

She cleared her throat loudly as she walked up. “Hey. What are you two whispering about?”

Kinich straightened up quickly, crossing his arms. “Nothing important.”

You smiled at her, but there was a glimmer in your eyes that made the girl even more suspicious. “Just a silly joke,” you said lightly.

A joke, huh? Mualani filed it away in her mind. This time she was very determined to figure out what was going on between you two.

IV.

It was late afternoon, and Mualani had just finished surfing when she saw you two by the waterside. Kinich and you stood close, so close as it has strangely been, and for a brief moment, she could have sworn Kinich was about to lean in and kiss you.

She froze, watching from a distance as you smiled up at him, your palm softly pushing his chest away. Were you two really about to kiss? It couldn’t be just her angle view. Could it be?

But just as quickly as it happened, Kinich stepped back, his usual stoic demeanor falling back into place. You turned and waved at her, your smile as bright as ever.

“Lani. Hey! How was the surf?” you called out.

Mualani, still in shock, shook her head. “Uh... good. Really good.”

She stared at you both for a moment longer, convinced she’d almost witnessed something, but there was no proof. Again.

V.

In the several days that followed, Mualani continued to witness that strangeness that kept repeating itself every time you thought she wasn’t around, creating a certain tension between her and you and Kinich—although she doubted that you had noticed any difference, treating her as you always did from the beginning.

Even if it relieved her to know that nothing had changed in your friendship, the surfer couldn't help but feel upset too. Was it that bad if she found out? Didn't you trust her the same way she trusted you? She wanted to be able to release all of her thoughts and ask you if maybe there was something in your bond that was bothering you. But she didn't. And so, things remained the same.

That was a quiet evening, and the moon hung low over the mountains. Mualani had been taking a stroll, enjoying the peaceful night, when she stumbled upon you.

This time, though, there was no mistaking it—Kinich and you stood together under some trees, locked in a slow, deep kiss.

The girl’s cheeks burned as red as the pyro vision you hold so dear closely, eyes widely opening and heart skipping a beat. She gasped, louder than she intended, and both of you quickly turned toward her. You blinked twice before smiling stiffly, even daring to look a bit embarrassed, while Kinich gave her a calm look, his hands still resting on your waist.

“You two!” She exclaimed shaking her head, “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me earlier! I mean, I knew something was up, but really?”

You bit your lip while Kinich just blinked at her, slightly starting to look more guilty as well.

“We didn’t mean to keep it from you for long,” you said as you stepped out of Kinich’s arms and reached for her hand. “We were just... taking our time.”

Mualani arched an eyebrow. “Taking your time? You two were being so weird and annoying with all those suspicious interactions for weeks now! I’m supposed to be your best friend!”

Kinich rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, clearly uncomfortable with the attention. “We wanted to keep it quiet,” he said, his voice low. “At first, anyway.”

Mualani softened, her fake scold melting away into genuine affection. “Still, I would’ve loved to know sooner,” she said, her tone gentler now. “You know me better than anyone else. You know I would never judge you,” she sighed as she watches the sorrow on your face. “Nevertheless, I’m really happy for you both. Really am.”

You beamed and even Kinich’s usual stoic expression seemed to relax slightly.

Mualani continued, her voice full of warmth. “I’ve always known you two had something special. And now that I know for sure, you better believe I’m fully on board with this!” She shot Kinich a playful look. “Just make sure you treat (Y/N) right, okay?”

Kinich nodded, his eyes softening as he glanced at you. “I will.”

You squeezed Mualani’s hand, your eyes sparkling with gratitude and pure happiness. “Thank you, Lani. Your support means a lot to us.”

Mualani grinned, pulling you both into a tight hug. “Just don’t keep secrets from me again, alright? I’m always here for you two.”

You all laughed but shared a quick but sweet bond moment, the atmosphere light and easy. And somehow, Mualani couldn’t help but feel like everything had fallen into place just the way it was meant to.

“But just for your information. If the day comes of you get engaged and don’t tell me immediately, I’ll crash the proposal myself, make a huge scene, and tell everyone how long I’ve had to put up with your not so secret glances and not so subtle hand-holding. Trust me, it won’t be pretty!”