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A.N: This is the first time I write something about Luke Alvez and, to be honest, I had so much fun. Maybe I’ll write more stuff involving him… ;)
Terribly terrible, she’s the villain
One as sweet as caramel, she’s my saint
Think I’m getting butterflies, but it’s really
Something telling me to run away
Me searching up Namor fics on Tumblr and ending up across reading Dark!Namor fics and just seeing the absolute most horrific concept that a writer could think of. Such as Namor killing the reader's family, burning their village, and non-consensual, and people in the comment section asking for more
so i'm slowly getting back to writing and i'm looking thru my drafts to see what needed to be finished. bro! ya gurl had full fics done that i never posted 😭😭😭😭
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synopsis. you and Angel might have gotten off on the wrong foot, or maybe that's what you want him to think.
pairing. angel torres x reader
word count. 2.8k
genre and warnings. +18 MDI, Haywood!fem!reader, incel!Angel, movie canon(mostly), adhd and autism head canons, sibling!trope, masterbating, voyeurism, pwp, porn with plot but barely plot, mentions sub/dom | — I NEED MORE ANGEL TORRES FICS ON HERE.
After their father’s strange passing, the Haywood siblings planned to meet back at home.
The eldest daughter, Y/n, heard about her father's death through a blunt and simple phone call from OJ, her older brother, who would usually only text her when the holiday or birthday came around.
Y/n didn't know how to stomach the news of being away from the small town and living in the cities for so long that mentions of the ranch were almost foreign to the ear.
She also didn't know how to feel knowing that OJ had even waited a few weeks after their father's death to finally settle with calling her.
Y/n felt like a shit daughter for not even knowing about the funeral that had passed the same night she was out at the club celebrating the free shots with her girlfriends while her own brother was suffering all alone at that ranch.
The phone call alone was enough to get her to pack her bags. She knew OJ needed her even if he didn't say it.
She just knew, hopping onto the first plane that she could get on such short notice out of the city and back to the dustball of land that she once called home.
Y/n had spent most of the plane ride blaming herself. His cause of death just not making any sense made her anxieties worse.
A huge part of her feeling guilty for kicking rocks the moment she came of age was regretfully purposely applying for colleges out of state, being an angsty teenager wanting to be as far away from her family as possible.
The moment that Y/n had stepped foot off the plane, her iPhone buzzed from the pocket of her sweater, some of the notifications even chiming, causing a pause in her music, not letting the poor Baby Keem song play without the iMessage bling cutting into every lyric.
the family group chat blowing up with messages, Y/n scrolled through the new notifications of Emerald's sending voice memos instead of texts, while OJ would respond with simple one-word replies or even emojis.
Y/n couldn't help but chuckle at the two’s back and forth.
Y/n: plane just landed, be there soon.
Em: FINALLY !!
OJ: 👍🏿👍🏿
When Y/n had gotten to the ranch, the sun had already set. She was polite enough to not make the cab driver take her past the long driveway that stretched all the way to the ranch.
She handed the man a hefty tip for being the one out of many taxis she called to take her all the way out there before shooing off to enjoy the rest of his night.
Y/n dragged her suitcase the rest of the way down the dirt road. She trudged her suitcase with one hand while searching for her phone in the overflowing pockets of her sweatpants, only to press the power button and receive no response.
The closer she got, the more she could hear the loud music blasting from the windows of the wooden home.
The woman almost jumped out of her skin, noticing the horse running straight past her towards the stables.
"Where there's a horse, there's an OJ." Y/n muttered the saying into the dark night. It was something that the Haywood girls would say to tease their older brother growing up.
The atmosphere in the ranch seemed to have changed; something different, more uneasy about it as Y/n changed her pace, turning around in search of the runaway horse.
A shudder ran down her spine as the overhanging lights in the stable seemed to drain their beam of light, halting her from taking another step inside of the horse stable.
"Oh, what the fuck," Y/n shouts as if she were scolding the lights for acting up.
Not taking another step into the stables seemed to be a perfect idea, turning her head and spotting OJ’s and the lights of his four-wheeler at the near end of the property gate.
Staring up into the sky, she didn't want to ask, nor was she even at the distance. watching him stare from the sky at her as if the woman standing in the field wasn’t real.
"Your ass gone stand there all day?" There was no harshness behind her question, despite her yelling tone echoing off the flat land.
The greeting was enough for OJ to drive the four-wheeler close enough to let Y/n throw her suitcase in the back and hop into the passenger seat.
"You should of seen the lights in the stables." Y/n groaned, "Shit looked like something outta a horror movie. I'm not playing man."
There were no formal greetings exchanged between the two, no hugs or handshakes despite the siblings not seeing each other in a number of years; the conversation between the two picked up just like they hadn’t spent that much time apart.
That and since Y/n had grown up with OJ, she knew he wasn’t really much for verbal communication.
She never held it against him, her and Emerald being the two Haywood siblings to talk off anyone's ear that would have the misfortune of listening.
"Aye! Em! You seen the lights too?" Not even parked yet, the woman was yelling at her younger sister who stood perched with her torso out the window.
"Yeah, I saw that shit, where the ghost?" Whatever happened was enough to spook OJ. The younger woman gave a glance towards him, staring up at something in the sky.
"What?" Y/n asked, bumping into his shoulder, wanting to know what he was staring up at.
"I don't know..."
Those were the three words that started it all, reviewing the security tapes from cameras that looked older than the dirt on the ground.
The look on OJ’s face was enough to get the two women in the room to grow with worry, knowing that their older brother was never one to express much of his emotions openly; it was odd to see him linger with such unsureness.
Taking the night to rest up in their old bedrooms, the next morning, rising with the sun with a game plan for the day.
"You know, I'm broke, right?" OJ shot down Emerald, who sat in the back seat rambling about things she could spice up the family business with.
Y/n, leaning up from the passenger seat, using her pointer finger to reapply a thin shear layer of gloss to her lips and skin, already suffering under the humid air, was happy that she didn't have to worry much about her hair being tucked away unbothered in long box braids.
"We’ll use my money." Y/n glanced at OJ, not bothering to turn her head as both siblings side-eyed the suggestion, sharing a knowing look before bursting out in a short laugh.
"Y’all shut up, look." leaning from the back seats and shoving her phone in Y/n’s face. She winced at the sudden brightness, making her eyes squint, pushing the screen away.
"Damn, turn your brightness down, grandma."
"Girl, shut up," Emerald chided in a very little sibling-like manner.
"The point is, a website like Cyber Dominion will pay five to a hundred K for photographic evidence of UFOs and shit." Y/n made a face of surprise towards OJ, knowing that he needed that money to at least stay stable.
Any hustle for business would be a good hustle.
"And that’s just what I saw on the first go." Emerald continued once she noticed she had pulled in their attention. OJ had a thing with eating and walking, and Y/n noticed it.
She also noticed that once Emerald would get hooked on something, there was no way for anyone to power her off. Both having their own quirks, personalities, and traits yet so similar.
"Now that I'm thinking about it, fuck Cyber Dominion." Emerald rambled, from the car to the store aisle, with theories and thoughts. The two other siblings were used to it.
"This shit right here is a moment, our moment. We set it up, released it the right way. I'm talking rich and famous for life." powered on, nothing could stop her now.
"How you doing?" Except for herself, Emerald pauses her rambling to give a flirty smirk to a passing woman. "You look pretty."
Y/n paid only a little mind to the conversation, her right ear poking out of her headphones to give the impression that she was listening as the other speaker blasted music.
She stayed in front of the shopping cart, her arm reaching back to drag the buggy on its wheels behind the trail of her sneakers, her eyes scanning over the items displayed along the isle, nothing really catching her eye in terms of ‘UFO sighting gear', not that she knew much about them in the first place.
"Excuse me, I can help you over here." A bored-looking employee caught the trio's attention from the help desk.
He hunched over, not thinking much of him or the fact that his eyes were quick to check out Y/n from her spot beside the cart.
"Thank you for shopping at Fry’s. Did you guys find everything you're looking for today?" His tone didn't seem to let up even while he was scanning the items OJ placed on the counter.
"You have a pretty name," Y/n’s compliment seemed to set him off more.
Angel lifts his uniform lanyard and mutters a thank you without making much eye contact, instead glancing at the wide variety of cheap security gear pulled from the cart.
"What happened? Did you guys get robbed?" He asked with genuine sounding curiosity.
“Mm-Hmm.”
“Why do you care?”
“Yeah, you know.”
Spoken at the same time from the siblings, "Well, all these new cameras, they have a backup battery power." He dragged the end of his sentence out, typing information into his company computer.
"But the outages affect the power in the battery shit too, like cell phones," OJ informed him.
Angel looked tickled by the new information, almost as if he were speaking to elderly people who had never witnessed technology a day in their lives.
"Okay, all right." His cocky and ignorant start had already earned a grimace from Y/n as she shifted her weight to lean against the cart.
"Cell phones, they don't just drop in power. Right? I mean, maybe your wifi dropouts whenever your system dips—"
“Ight pretty boy, just get to the point.” Y/n cut off her hand pointing in his direction as the sibling stood in silent agreement, making the blonde glare at her with an equal amount of annoyance.
"My point is—I don't know, maybe you're just in some UFO hot spot or something." With even more sarcasm than his first comment, neither Angel nor Y/n backed down from whatever passive-aggressive argument they had formed in the short amount of time.
"No believes in that." Emerald chuckles, Angel practically crumbling under the weight of the glare that both the Haywood sisters were giving him.
★ . . . !
The moment that Angel made it back to work from the ranch, the Haywood siblings were all he could think about.
He spent the rest of the shift monitoring their home cameras from his desk. He was left alone with the two monitors in front of him.
It took awhile for Angel to in fact catch on that Y/n was flirting.
The woman was rather aggressive if anything, but every snarky comment and sarcastic reply always seemed to be followed by that same mischievous smirk.
While he was setting up the cameras, his body would respond before his mouth.
It didn't help that she was the first woman that had even shown interest in him since his breakup with his ex-girlfriend who practically ruined his image of ever falling in love again.
But he wasn't doing this for Y/n; that would be morally wrong.
The promise to his boss that he would be closing up soon was broken an hour ago as time continued to pass.
He was in too deep, using the arrow keys to constantly switch through every surveillance angle he could get around the home.
His fingers follow a repetitive pattern: camera one, then camera two, camera one, camera two.
It was a boring and long pattern, and his eyes were searching for something, anything to keep him entertained for the rest of the night.
Getting up to stretch his legs, he snatches a bag of chips from the vending machine in hopes of getting rid of the numb feeling of pickling in his legs from sitting too long.
As Angel plopped back down in his seat, he played around with the angles of the camera out of boredom, checking how far it could zoom and if the bolted swivels allowed him to get a full 360 view of the land.
What he didn't expect to see was to see Y/n lounging in her bedroom, laying on her twin-sized bed across from her open bedroom window.
She was dressed in comfortable sleepwear, some oversized shirt that swallowed her frame, peeking from under what seemed to be old shorts from how they squeezed around the plush of her thighs.
Angel knew it was a huge invasion of her privacy to be watching her mindlessly swipe through her phone that faced away from him, leaving him guessing what she was doing.
"What are you doing?" Nessie asked in her usual creepy manner, somehow appearing in front of the desk without Angel even taking notice of her.
The male was quick to tab out of the cam view, not wanting his coworkers, let alone anyone, to find out that he was breaking company protocol to peep on some girl he was fascinated with.
“What—nothing, what are you doing?”
Nessi only responded with a simple shrug, her bored expression and blank eyes not giving any indication of his dirty little hobby. "I'll be in the back, tell me when you close." were her departing words as she stepped away, disappearing through the store's isles.
When he tabbed back, everything seemed normal outside.
He actually remembered to check up in the sky where the camera was originally supposed to be pointed before swerving back towards the bedroom window, the sight of what he saw making his breath hitch.
The grainy camera feed displayed Y/n still lying with her back against her mattress, but in a shifted position where her legs were spread apart under the blankets.
Angel wasn’t stupid. He knew he had caught the woman pleasuring herself.
If he were as good of a person as he considered himself to be, he would have let Y/n have her privacy, turned the camera, and watched the sky... but the sudden pulse in his dick made him think otherwise.
Watching as her head tilted back in the bliss of what her fingers were doing out of view, Angel leans closer to the screen, staring into the pixels he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from.
A groan was pulled from his throat as he buried his face in his hands. "What the fuck am I doing?" was the question that lingered on his lips.
As he leaned back in his office chair, his curious fingers twitched against the denim of his black jeans, as did his growing erection, which strained against the material.
His hands unbuttoned the front of his pants, trembling as he pulled down the zipper.
A sharp sigh pushed from his chest before he could catch himself, as the touch of his fingers against his own begging length paired with the full shot of Y/n setting down her phone to fondle her breast under her shirt was enough to almost drive him up the wall.
As his hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, the cum that leaked from his tip coated his fingers, and his breath was heavy as he watched her back arch against the mattress, her lips parting, and her eyes squeezed shut.
Angel tries to keep pace, his hips bucking in rhythm to the way Y/n’s arm would flex, toying with herself under that cursed blanket. He wanted to see everything, to hear her moan.
The thought of the woman even touching him in general enlightened something in him, the build up of his orgasm finally bubbling over as he cums into his fist, still stroking himself, turning into a whimpering mess as he refused to tear his eyes away from the screen.
He imagines his name falling from her lips, her degrading words forcing him into submission.
He wanted to be just for her, to please her enough for that spine shutter glare to soften just a bit for her to praise him.
When Y/n finishes, her legs drop flat against the mattress, her chest rising with each breath that she should take from her open mouth.
Angel is jolted at the eye contact she makes with the camera. Still catching her breath, one arm reaches into the air and forms a middle finger.
His eyes widen as the woman stands up and stalks towards her bedroom window; before she can yank her curtains closed, she pouts her lips out, blowing a teasing kiss towards the lens before falling silently into laughter.
"That was so hot of her" Nessi input from behind him.
You all stayed at the Haywood’s for a few days after Em got her Oprah photo (who knows at this point if it would get to Oprah, the whole thing seemed so much bigger now.) No music was played, the TV set stayed off. Sometimes there was talking, but often there was just the sound of quiet… relief? It was hard to pinpoint what it was.
There wasn’t a moment where you and Angel weren’t together. Looking back, it was hard to separate you two after Jean Jacket’s death, you’re hand gripping the shoulder of his shirt and his wrapped around your forearm, both looking at the sky in disbelief. You were almost frantic in trying to get the barbed wire off of him, you had nicked the palms of your hands a few times, all while attempting to control your sobs. You didn’t even have the space in your brain to think that he nearly died, all you could see was the spikes in the wire painfully digging into his arms which you carefully pulled out while apologizing repeatedly when he would wince.
an. well. what can i say. white boy of the month :/ porn without plot :/ an absolute thirst post of epic proportions :/ the bear is tv at it’s finest and while this is literally filth, i cradle the show like a baby bird and give it sweet kisses. i dont know if anyone is going to read, but if you do, pls comment and reblog if u liked<3 (@ohcapfics for my latest fic updates)
synopsis. you didn’t think he’d enjoy it that much. didn’t think he’d want more, too.
warnings. 18+ ONLY. you copy my shit, i’ll find out. female receiving oral and fingering, semi public sex, hair pulling, spit as lube and mentions of panic attacks.
Tangerine x fem!oc , Tangerine x Tabasco , Platonic!Ladybug x Tabasco
Summary: Ladybug , the twins and Tabasco take a break in the bar wagon. Ladybug flirts with Tabasco just to get on Tangerine’s nerves.
A/N: Hello there , it’s me again! I am currently on vacation but I just had to write this. I am also planning to write a second part about what happens afterwards with Tabasco and Tangerine. Might even be able to do this til end of the week , so keep your beautiful eyes open!
Note: written on my notes app, not proofread , cursing , slight gore , flirting
Hope you enjoy🍊🧡
(Find my Tangerine x Tabasco masterlist here: https://whatiswrongwithpeople.tumblr.com/post/692964723814285312/hcs )
Perhaps this wasn’t really necessary and perhaps Ladybug enjoyed it just a little bit too much , but whilst being on his mission in the bullet train , the blonde had found that flirting with the fellow assassin,Tabasco, was the perfect side quest. Why ? Well, first of all it was fun to do so because the woman actually is an old friend of his and he really enjoyed their harmless back and forth. And , well , secondly, it turned out to be EVEN more fun when he noticed how a certain mustache man , named after an orange fruit, began to fume upon seeing how he flirted with the female assassin.
And that’s exactly why Ladybug was currently leaning against the counter of the train‘s bar , munching on some wasabi peas , giving his whole attention to Tabasco who was standing at the sink, trying to wash off bits and pieces of an enemie’s brain , which had latched themselves onto her sleeves after she had bashed in his head with a bottle of whiskey. Said bottle was now empty, after each of the four assassins in the wagon had taken a rather big sip of the brown liquor. “You blew my mind just like that when I first saw you years ago on that Rome mission.” Ladybug smiled charmingly, popping another wasabi pea into his mouth. Tabasco smiled as well , keeping her focus on scrubbing at a rather big stain , right at the end of her sleeve. “Mhm, I looked quite dashing didn’t I?” She replied, a humorous note in her statement. “Oh my , my , you still do ! “ Ladybug answered, leaning in just a bit more, mentally noting how Tangerine’s tapping on the table right behind them seemed to get a tad more harsher. “But you should really take off that shirt.” Suddenly a loud bang was heard from where Tangerine sat. Lemon ,who stood behind the bar mixing up some drinks, looked at his brother with raised eyebrows and shook his head. Tangerine locked eyes with his brother , slight twitch in his eye, “There was a fucking fly on the table , I hate these little bastards.” Lemon only hummed in response, fully knowing why Tangerine had smashed his fist onto the wooden table in front of him. “Aaaaanyways” Ladybug started redirecting his gaze onto Tabasco “Cleaning this really would be easier if you’d take it off.” And whilst this might sound like some cheap-ass flirting to anyone else , Tabasco knew that he really meant it as advice and that there was no serious intentions in the harmless flirting between them. It’s just how their friendship worked , compared to the flirting between her and Tangerine, which would cause her many sleepless nights and ignite a fire in every cell of her body. The latter’s eyes where almost popping out of their sockets when she did indeed take her shirt off, revealing her bra. Lemon snorted at the expression on his brother’s face, curiously awaiting how Tangerine would act in this situation. “You’re right this is much easier.” Tabasco stated , throwing her shirt into the sink. She did by no means feel uncomfortable undressing herself in front of the three men. Ladybug had seen her like this several times already, when he was patching her up. Lemon , was her best friend and she knew where she stood with him and that he would never make her feel weird about this. And Tangerine, well, Tangerine was a different story. She knew he would never make her feel weird about this , would help patch her up and all of that , but with him she wanted to provoke a reaction. Just something making the flames within her burn even more intense. Her eyes lifted from her task at hand , glancing at the assassin across from them. He had an unreadable expression on his face and looked somewhat tense, but that wasn’t really unusual for the man. “It really is, and I mean, this isn’t the first time I have seen you like this anyways.” Ladybug hummed , taking a sip of the drink Lemon had just slid across the counter. Before Tabasco could answer , Tangerine was on his feet leaving the wagon, left eye twitching and grunting. A loud bang could be heard somewhere down the train and suddenly the bar was silent.
“Looks like somebody is throwing a tamper tantrum.” Ladybug shrugged , turning around so he was facing both Tabasco and Lemon. “Well , it’s not like you gave him any reason not to.” Lemon replied, stirring his drink. “But honestly I get it , sometimes it’s fun to see him literally fume like Thomas the Tank Engine.”
“Something wrong with Tangerine?” Tabasco asked , her hands still in the red water. Ladybug shook his head at how oblivious his dear friend was. “I really don’t know, maybe you should go and find out.” He replied, his hand fishing for more wasabi peas in the bag. Knowing the blonde wasn’t expecting any reply from her , Tabasco wiped off her hands , leaving the wagon with a “Don’t you dare touch my drink!”
Once she was out the door, Lemon disregarded the drink he had in his hands , placing it on the counter , before rolling up his sleeves and continuing Tabasco’s work. “Do you think they’ll finally come clean now?” Ladybug asked , leaning his chin on the counter. Eying him the twin sighed “They are both incredibly smart , but when it comes to this I think we’d have a better chance of bringing dinosaurs back to life.” Ladybug ,now having his whole cheek on the counter, only nodded , mumbling a “Like Jurassic Park.” Getting back a “Like Jurassic Park,indeed .” from Lemon , who was shaking his head at how oblivious his two favourite people were for the love they harboured towards each other (and how they eye fucked whenever and wherever they met).
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!”.
