warnings: dark!wanda, slight MoM spoilers, manipulation, angst (kinda), toxic undertones if you squint
summary: wanda wants you back, and despite your earlier resistance, you soon realize that there's nothing stopping the witch from getting what she wants.
It seemed that the further you ran, the closer she got.
Your hands were on your knees as you tried to regain balance, your breaths coming out in short, rapid puffs. You should've known it would've been impossible to outrun one of the if not most powerful people that inhabited this universe. The only reason you had made it so far was because of Dr Strange, but now, stuck in the vast multiverse along with America Chavez without his sling ring, he was rendered useless. You could only hope that the young Latina would learn how to harness her powers and swoop in to save you from the monster that you used to call your lover.
You were well aware of the lengths that Wanda went to, just to find you. After being struck down by Thanos back in the war, you had been declared dead. Nobody cared enough to actually check if you were alive, with Wanda still grieving the loss of Vision. Vision. The name left a sour taste on your tongue. He was the man who had managed to steal Wanda's heart, the man who had whisked her away from your hands. She had left you in the most cruel way possible, and had left you to collect the remains of your heart that she had so carelessly shattered.
And now she was after you. You weren't sure what she was going to do to you if you fell into the witch's hands, but you were 97% sure that it involved your demise.
Just as you were about to take off again, you felt a slither of magic crawl up your ankle. You swiveled your head around so fast that you were almost certain that you had cracked it.
And there she stood, in all her glory, slowly descending onto you. You shook your head, refusing to believe that this would be how it ended.
"I told you not to run."
Her voice sent shivers down your back. She had completely given up on trying to mask her thick Sokovian accent, and the anger lacing her words was unmistakable.
Regaining control of your breath, you held your stance. "What do you want from me?" you asked, your voice wavering in fear, your words coming out softer than you had intended.
"You."
You were taken aback from her words, trying to decipher whether or not this was a cryptic way of telling you that you were doomed, or that she was...
No, she couldn't be. She didn't love you. You were simply a footnote in her story, nothing else.
Red flashed in your mind, and you grimaced when you realized that the witch had read your mind.
"I'm not going to kill you," she said, her cerulean eyes fixed on yours. "I... I would never hurt you. Never."
You almost chuckled at her words, shaking your head. This was just plain hypocrisy. "You're a fucking liar," you spat harshly, even shocking yourself with the intensity of your words. "You - I - you can't - you -"
You were cut short by the look in her eyes. The red had returned, accompanied a mist of tears. You bit your tongue, fear returning to your body as she stalked towards you.
You could practically feel her hot breath on your neck. The redhead halted just centimeters in front of you, before gently cupping your chin in her hands. When you tried to jerk your head away, you realized that you couldn't. Memories of your past relationship with Wanda flooded your mind, tears welling in your eyes as you reminisced the happier moments of your life, and you immediately melted into her touch.
A smirk tugged at the Sokovian's lips when she dove into your head once again, filling your head with more memories of your relationship. Her favorite part about this was that it was all real. Every memory, the emotions that came along with it, were all real.
"I'm sorry, Y/N. I truly am. I never... I never meant to hurt you," she whispered. You looked into her eyes, a tear sliding down your cheek as you searched for any signs of insincerity.
You took a shaky breath. "I don't want to believe you," you murmured, your pained expression hitting the witch right where it hurt.
"Please," the witch whispered, her voice hoarse, as she fell to her knees, and this time, you knew that she was being genuine. You felt uneasy looking at her on the ground, practically begging you to take her back. Wanda was usually so dominant and assertive. You were so distracted by the gesture that you hadn't noticed the chaos magic that had infiltrated your mind, or the witch's subtle hand movements.
She loves you.
You felt as though you were going insane, shaking your head desperately as you tried to get the voice out of your head.
She only wants the best for you. She never meant to hurt you.
The memories started flashing in your head again. You and Wanda, sitting on the sofa, watching movies, the two of you on picnic dates, all the times she had been there for you when nobody else was.
You breath hitched when you comprehended the fact that the witch had once again, permeated your mind.
"Get out of my head," you yelled, panic arising in your throat. The witch only stared, emotionless, tears still falling from her now red eyes. "Get out, please, get out of my -"
Then, suddenly, it all came back to you.
You were now sitting back at the compound, curled up in your bed with a box of tissues next to you. Wanda was next to you, gently coaxing you.
"It's okay, love," she whispered, delicately stroking your hair, handling you as if you were a porcelain doll that could easily break with the wrong choice of words or the slightest touch. "I'll always be here for you."
"I just - I - I'm so - I'm just so sick of myself. How do you even put up with me?" you asked, turning to face the redhead, who looked at you pitifully.
"Why would you ever ask that?" she said. "You're gorgeous, dear. You always manage to make me laugh, even when I don't feel like it. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."
You only sniffled in response.
"You know that I'll always love you, right, Y/N? You're home now."
Home.
That was the word that finally broke you. In a flash, you returned back to where you were before, Wanda watching you intently as you came back to reality.
"Home," you whispered, and Wanda smiled, knowing that she had won.
Slowly standing up, the witch grabbed your shoulders, looking directly into your eyes.
"That's right. You're finally home."
With a flick of her hands, your surroundings changed, and you suddenly found yourself in a suburban house, sitting on a juice-stained couch, snuggling against Wanda, two boys on the either side of you, fast asleep. Snow White played on the television screen, her voice drowned out by the thoughts occupying your head.
summary: suna was just quiet and a little weird pt. 2 pt. 3
pairing: Suna Rintarou x fem!Reader
word count: 1400
warnings: creepy!suna, panty stealing/sniffing, nonconsensual up skirt pics, male masterbation, dark, breeding kink
a/n: i’d like to thank @miyangel for opening my brain to creepy suna, if this is not your thing do not read it, i put warnings for a reason, send hate and i’ll just ignore it
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“Who’s at the door?” you come downstairs to see your mother in the kitchen, preparing tea. “Ah, it’s my coworker, can you get the door? Also, can you make friends try and make friends with her son? He’s kinda quiet and shy.”
Of course you agree, you weren’t going to be rude to guests. You run to the door and open it for the two standing behind it. Your eyes first meet a lady, about the same age at your mother and then looking up to see a taller, lankier figure behind her. He was tall and had beautiful, fox-like eyes that never left his game console. You’d be lying if he wasn’t handsome, definitely your type which made you blush, because you know your mom was setting this all up.
“Hello, welcome! I’m (Y/N), please come in,” as you move out of the way for them to enter, you couldn’t help to notice the slight blush on his face when he glanced at you. His mother is cooing at you at how beautiful you are and how much you look like your mother, to which you accept the compliment as you walk them to the living room where your mother sets up tea.
The two older women greet each other and they brush both you and the boy away to hang out. You blush a little and smile up at him. “Shall we go to my room, then?”
Suna couldn’t help feeling a little nervous. Being in a room alone with a girl, a pretty one especially? He tries to shake off his nerves, pausing the game to follow you to your room. You continue to ask him basic questions like his name and what school he goes to. Supposedly he goes to Inarizaki as a third year, same year as you but you’re in the neighboring school.
When you two get to the bedroom, you can’t help to feel a little embarrassed around him. He’s just so tall and gives off such a bored vibe, that you feel like you’re bothering him, but maybe he was just shy. Suna is just leaning on the wall, eyes still on the psp - every once in a while he glances up back at you when you aren’t looking. He takes in your thighs and how the skirt flatters your shape, do you have anything underneath? He feels the crotch of his pants strain slightly, so he slides down the wall to sit on the ground.
“Do you want to sit on the bed, Rintarou-kun?” you tilt your head, looking at him on the ground. Wasn’t he uncomfortable sitting there? Your thoughts were shut down when he gave you a curt no and continued to play on his game. Brushing off your anxiety, you go to sit next him to look over at what he was playing. His body tensed up as your scent wafted over him, glancing down at you and your curious eyes boring at the screen.
“What are you playing? Is it fun?” Pestering him with questions to get him to talk, but he barely budges as he only gives you ever more shorter answers than the last. It wasn’t that he was annoyed that you were asking him questions, he’s just trying to hide his fluster since you’re just so close to him. Are you always this touchy with strangers? God you smell so good, it’s already hard enough to be in your room. What would happen if he just pushed your head down to his crotch?
His thoughts were cut off when you got off of the floor, leaving him confused to why you’re getting up. You just didn’t want to bother him anymore, so you go to your bed, rolling on your stomach to scroll through your phone. The silence was comfortable to you, the only noise happens to be from your phone and Suna’s console. But to Suna, the silence was deafening, as he had a clear view of the small silk fabric that barrel covered your ass. Not wanting you to catch him looking, he keeps his console on so you think he’s still busy with his game.
He takes out his phone, making sure his shutter is off, and continues to take pictures of your cute little panties. Suna’s mind wandered to the thought of you under him with only those pairs on, presenting your beautiful body for only him. What would you do if he climbed on top of the bed, pinning you down as he had his way with you. Would you push him off or would you let him continue? There was no doubt you were attracted to him, he saw you blush earlier so you must’ve thought of him being attractive in some way. Would you flip your skirt up and present your cute cunt for him to breed you, taking him load after load, no matter how sensitive you get. You’d have to keep quiet though, wouldn’t want to alarm your mothers, would you? Suna knows his strength, being in the volleyball club for all three years of high school as well as his height giving him an advantage to dominate you. You would be so cute telling him to stop and slow down on your poor, cum-filled cunt, but you’d take it like a good girl. He could tell that you’re a people pleaser just by looking at you.
Before he could keep imagining, you shifting around startled him. His pants strain around his crotch even tighter and his cheeks tinted in a slight pink.
“Restroom? Where is it?” Suna asks, shocking you out of your trance on your phone. You turn back to look back at him, smiling at him. “Down the hall, on the right, next to my room.”
He excuses himself, stuffing his phone and psp into his pockets as he makes his way to the bathroom. Shutting the door, he sighs at the relief of privacy and looks around the bathroom. This must be your bathroom. Your skin care products were strayed on the sink counter, shower and tub had floral shampoo which he assumed was the reason why you smelled so good. Besides the tub, against the wall was your hamper full of your worn clothes. He goes to open it and his eyes shine at the sight of a few used panties scattered around. He grabs a few and stuffs them in his pocket, keeping hold of the pink lacey ones and takes a hesitant sniff. If his cock could get any harder, it just did. Suna pulls his pants down to jerk off over the toilet as he sniffs your cute little lace.
He thinks back to what he would’ve done to you earlier in the bedroom, thinking about you calling out his name so he could fill you up. You’d be such a good girl for him, let him use your cunt to breed and fill you up. His orgasm built up so fast at the thought of you, almost falling off the edge and muffling his moans into your panties.
“Rintarou-kun?” You call for his name right when streaks of white cum shoot into the toilet. He grunts and hides the moan, panting softling. “Y-yeah, I’ll be out soon.”
After cleaning up and making sure the panties are stuffed safely in his pocket, he opens the door to see your sweet, smiling face staring back at him. You definitely notice the blush, but you assume he was just shy around you. “Your mother was calling for you to go, do you want to exchange numbers or something?” A flush cover both of you as you ask the question. He nods and exchanges phones for you to type each other's number.
After that, you two never really talk or text, only every once in a while. When the Spring High Tournament comes around, Suna hears his name being called by a familiar voice. He turns to see you, running to him and waving, wearing Karasuno gear and the skirt you wore the last time you saw him.
“(Y-Y/N)?” Suna blushes, he definitely didn’t forget you after that one faithful day. His heart was racing and guilt rushed through his body, “What are you doing here? I don’t remember you going to Karasuno?”
“Y-yeah, uhh I’m cousins with the captain, had to come and support. Congratulations by the way!” Your giggle causes him to become speechless which made the twins snicker behind him.
Title: Fallen Hero: Rebirth
Author: Malin Rydén
Format: Online text-based Choose-Your-Own-Adventure game
Published/Free: Published
Length: 380,000
Status: Complete
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Possible mentions of past abuse, suicide, alcoholism
Link: https://www.choiceofgames.com/user-contributed/fallen-hero-rebirth/
Summary: Become the greatest telepathic villain Los Diablos has ever known! Once you were famous; soon you will be infamous. That is, unless your old friends in the Rangers stop you first. Juggle different identities and preserve your secrets as you build new alliances and try to forget the friendships you’ve left behind.
Review: In terms of interactive fiction, Fallen Hero: Rebirth may be the best one out there. The intricate and seamless writing introduces a world where superheroes are more than simple ‘do-gooders’ and where everything may not be as it seems. The characters you can romance are fully fleshed out and are truly living and breathing in the city that you may very well destroy…
fem bully suna, who makes you stay behind in the locker room after everyone is done and takes pictures of you, in your bra and panties sometimes you have nothing on or youre in the shower. but her favorite picture is one of you crying as you eat her out
you’re just so easy for suna, you just can’t say no.
she can’t lie it hurts to see you cry when she makes you strip for her camera, but the pool of slick forming in her panties makes up for the heartache.
“cmon, show me your tits. you just love whoring around to everyone in class already.” she is cornering you in the locker room, already having her camera filming your trembling figure. tears were already bubbling in your eyes as you slowly unbutton your shirt for her, shyly looking away from the camera.
she snickers as you slip off the white school blouse, reaching out to pull at the hem of your skirt. its an obvious hint to strip all the way - you do as you’re told and letting the piece of clothing fall to the ground.
behind the still face, you know her eyes are shining in excitement. rintarou makes sure the camera picks up all of it, especially the pretty tears streaming down your cheeks. using her foot, she dead legs you into kneeling on the hard tiled floor. the feeling causes you to wince with the thought of bruised knees forming in the back of your head.
with a quick hand, she lifts her skirt up to reveal her own panties. her hips push forward into your mouth and knocking your head against the wall, trapping you. as you sob, rin grinds her clothed wet cunt against your mouth forcibly.
“you can do better, unless you want all of the class to know that youre shit at this. be a good slut now.”
summary: the sibling rivalry is intense when it comes to iwa chan
pairing: oikawa!fem!reader x iwaizumi hajime x oikawa tooru
word count: 1047
warnings: light incest, threesome, male receiving anal (oikawa), blowjobs
a/n: very self indulgent dont hate me
you and tooru have always butt heads, always competing to be better than the other. of course you two care very much for each other and do love each other, but it's just plain sibling rivalry. as much as you want to be different from your older brother, you can’t help but to fall for your brother’s best friend just like him. iwaizumi had always been there, stood up for you when tooru had gone too far with teasing, and exceptionally handsome. of course your brother had to like him too, so you try your best to stand out for hajime. but you always get left out by the two boys, tooru always saying that it’s going to be boring because they will be talking about volleyball. you knew volleyball though, the older oikawa always talks about it and of course you pick it up. even though you’re able to keep a conversation about volleyball, you were never allowed to go, no matter how much begging or iwaizumi yelling at tooru.
today, you were going to visit hajime’s apartment to hang out since you thought your brother was busy with other things. both of you siblings have the key to his apartment after a lot of begging so you walk in on yourself. you let out a small tadaima to let iwa know that you were here. you didn’t hear a response though, but you saw his shoes so he must still be home, and tooru’s shoes. absolutely confused, you walk deeper into the apartment to go find them. then your heart drops when you see the bedroom door open and hear the obvious sound of kissing. your mind was racing with what may be happening but you want to check to make sure you were wrong.
you peaked in, seeing what you dreaded the most. tooru was straddled above hajime, hands cuffing the shorter man’s cheek. iwaizumi’s hands were traveling up tooru’s thighs, gripping the muscle. you truly did think you had a chance; hajime always pats your head and teases you in such a flirting way all through your childhood and even after high school. a hiccup escapes your lips, covering your mouth as both boys pull away to turn at you. tears were dripping down your cheeks as you started to run away. before you could slip your shoes on and get out of the house, iwaizumi’s big hand grabs your smaller wrist and pulls you into his chest.
“hajime let me-.” before you can finish your sentence, hajime pulls you into a soft kiss. fat tears still trickle down your cheek as you melted into the kiss, gripping onto his shirt. you whine softly as your knees go weak, not noticing your brother sneaking behind iwaizumi to kiss his neck needily. of course both of you, being oikawas, were needy and always begged for iwa’s attention no matter how old you three were. this was no different, hajime pulled away from you to kiss your brother causing you to pout, nipping at his neck. he chuckles a bit into tooru’s mouth and gives both of you a firm smack on the ass. both of you huff and glare at each other as you both were pushed to your knees by hajime. the both of you kneeled in front of him, eyes lighting up when his cock springs free from his boxers. you got your hand on his dick first, but tooru got his mouth on first. before you can complain, tooru was already caught gagging around hajime’s cock. this gives you the perfect opportunity to suck on his base.
hajime groans, running his hands through both of your hair as he fucks into your brother’s mouth. and as the kind brother he is, tooru moves out of the way for your so you can try and take him into his mouth. you moan as you swirl your tongue around iwa’s tip, gagging around his cock as you swallowed him off. his groan got louder and tooru glares at you as you felt victorious.
“cmere, tooru.” hajime mumbles and keeps you working at his cock. tooru clings to him as hajime pushes his fingers passed his lips, watching the pretty boy suck on his fingers and lather his digit with spit. once hajime was happy with tooru’s work, he takes you two back to the bedroom. all three of you rush to take off your clothes and hop in bed, one oikawa on each side of hajime.
he gets you two back at sucking his cock, while he fingers both of you. the both of you gasp at the sudden intrusion, hajime chuckling at the both of you rutting back on his thick fingers. “look at you two, such little whore for me.” he smirks and curls his fingers. “go on, if you two can share my cock to easily, share a little kiss for me won’t you.”
the both of you pull off and whimper, both of your eyes glassy. tooru leans in first and kisses you over iwa’s dick, trading spit with you. you two were eating up each other’s moans, sucking on each other’s tongues. and as you two pulled away, the spit trailing from each other’s lip dribbles down onto hajime’s tip. the both of you pump hajime’s dick together with your hands, moaning when cum covers both of your faces. iwaizumi moans and quickens his fingers, watching both of you lurch forward and hold on to each others hands.
“i-iwa chan, ‘m gonna make a mess, p-please slow down.” you beg but it was too late, you were already clamping down on his fingers, squirting all over the sheets behind you. tooru pants and jerks himself off to get off faster. he cums onto the sheet with choked moans and finally collapsing onto the bed.
all tree of you huff and the two oikawas snuggle into hajime’s side. it was a comfortable silence as you caught your breath, relaxing into iwaizumis chest. you open your eyes to make eye contact with you brother. the both of you glare at each other, but then cut off as iwa pinches the both of you. “no fighting now. we got round two coming up.” hajime mutters, instantly shutting down your glare battle.
m just thinking about tsumu bothering suna for a week straight, teasing him about his team losing to msby which just ends up in suna sending him a video of the twins’ precious little sister bent over his pristine countertops, and another one of your fucked out face just begging him for more to piss tsumu off after a week of returning atsumus jests with radio silence -🍡 (ngl i didn’t know if i was imagining this with kiyoomi or suna but i think it work for either just details on the situation)
m so tired but i cant atop thinkin about this
“yeah, rin! s-so good!” your voice echoes from the phone which your blonde brother held. he was watching in disgust as you were folded in half, gripping the back of your thighs to make more room for rintarou. your face was wet from crying in pleasure, babbling about how full he was stuffing you.
“like that, dont you, princess.” he chuckles and shifts the camera to your cunt stretched open to take his cock. it was wet and filthy, squelching with every thrust. the video ends with a translucent white fluid forming a ring around his cock.
the next video had you bent over suna’s kitchen counter, moaning and babbling nonsense as rin pounds you from behind. you blubber out profanities and rintarou’s name.
“shit, babe. sucking up my cock like a little whore.” he coos, smacking your ass with his free hand. you huff and nod, agreeing with his statement. you moan louder as his tip continues to kiss at your cervix.
“so damn loud, princess. mouthing off just like your brother hm? maybe i should get you to shut up.”
miss boba...i’ve been thinking about closeted pervert kita all day 😩 he acts so sweet and is the kinda guy you wanna bring home to your parents, but you don’t know when he digs into your panty drawer like a buffet and steals your underwear to jack off to at home...
“kita-kun?! what are you doing here?” you gasps in shock, trying not cough again. he was a seat parter of yours in your uni class, though you had to skip today due to a flu. he held up a bag of medicine and snacks and a stack of paper for homework.
“i was told to bring this for you,” he frowns and looks around, “is no one else home? you shouldnt be up on your own when youre sick.”
you smile shyly and let him in, telling him your parents arent home as you try and stumble back to your room. you feel one of his arms wrap around your waist to support you, following your lead into your room. the simple feeling of his support caused butterflies to errupt in your stomach, feeling glad youre red from being sick so the flush from kita wasnt showing.
he helps you in bed as he opens the water bottle for you along with handing you the correct dosage of medicine. once all that was taken care of, you rested in bed as he explains the assignments, slowly dozing off to his calming voice. shinsuke looks up from the papers and sees you sleeping so peacefully.
he wasnt able to take a good look at you at first when you opened the door. you wore such a thin, silk pj set which pretty much covered nothing in his eyes. of course this is his invitation to touch, correct?
a rough hand carresses the apples of your cheeks, trailing down your neck, and to your breast. he palms them gently, making sure not to wake you up, only drawing out little disturb whimpers in your sleep. were you really getting turn on in your sleep from him touching you? what a slut, your nipples were already perking through the silk.
he trailing down to your exposed stomach, teasing the elastic hem of your shorts. though he does stop there, waiting for another time to continue. he gets up from where he sat on the floor in front of your bed to go to you closet.
he opens the drawers, smiling a bit when he sees all the panties you had ranging from lacy and frilly to simple and silky. he takes the nicest pink ones, stuffing the couple pairs in his jacket pocket befor setting everything to look untouched. he goes back to your bed to lean down and kiss your forehead before he leaves.
you woke up to the feeling of kita’s hand brushing the hair from your forehead to press the kiss and leaving without a word. in your cloudy mind all you could think of was how sweet and perfect kita shinsuke is.
