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Seen and Unseen

Women are portals

Dissolving borders

Deep soul have you feeling love that's so immortal

— Women are portals by Dounia

Pairing: Eivor Varinsdóttir x black!healer!reader

A/n: little warning on healer being pro-choice and offers Eivor one. For @flashfictionfridayofficial entry this week. Smut mention. I did not proofread this.

Bleary-eyed, you tugged the coat a bit tighter around your sleep tunic. You hurried to the door of your home, answering hesitant knock.

“Wolf-Kissed? What’s wrong? Am I needed? Let me put on boots—.”

The blonde warrior stayed your hands, pausing your mounting alarm. “I apologize, healer,” she began in her raspy voice, made moreso by the hour and trying to whisper. It was unclear how close to morning it was with the darkness ofthe sky beyond her. How long had you been asleep before her rapping pulled you from it? “I know appearing at the healer’s home unannounced can seem dire. The anxiety is mine alone, in my head, chasing off sleep.”

You opened the door more, beckoning her in. Treading softly as not to wake your still sleeping mother and younger brother, Eivor followed you to your healing room. She helped you light candles to reveal the area, half apothecary, half examination space.

“What ails you?”

Eivor hesitated, her eyes trailing over your jars of salves, the herbs drying from the ceiling.

“You’ve… you’ve also been training with Valka, have you not?”

“Aye…”

She nodded stiffly. Swallowed. “Been getting sick. Thought it was the boat, though I’ve never felt my stomach turn with the waves no matter how rough before. Then I thought it was rancid meat. Then I thought I’d gone too long away from the stench of livestock and had just become sensitive to it all over again.”

Finally, cool blue eyes met yours. Now you swallowed.

“Thinkin’ it may be…” your eyes flickered for the briefest moment down her torso “…something else?”

“Been back more than a month. I can only devise so many excuses.”

Biting your lip, you gathered a few jars, a mortar and pestle, and your bag of runes. And when it was all said and done, you both had your answer.

The distinctive symbol of Berkana had you drawing in a gasp and Eivor sighing in acceptance.

“Welp. It appears an unseen foe has been wreaking havoc on my senses. Fighting me from the inside? Now that’s not honorable.” Her voice lowered, the murmuring sounding more like coddling as she subtly rubbed her stomach.

“Which would you like me to prepare?” You asked her, one hand near the ingredients for a tonic that would soothe her nausea, the other on a tea that would… see to the source of it. Her intense blue eyes slid left and right before she reached her hand out, palm up, for the tonic.

“Would just love to keep down what I fuckin’ eat. Gonna be a scrawny little thing if they won’t let me feed us, eh?”

You snorted, setting about grinding ginger in your mortar.

“May I ask… the father?”

Eivor blew out a breath. “Well, we’ll see when they’re born. But I doubt I’ll be tracking down whichever he it was.”

And from that night, you don’t quite know why you took it upon yourself to be a pseudo-partner for Eivor, a substitute second parent for the invisible little guest in Eivor’s body. However, you learned a lot in the following few months.

Handsome as she had always been, the glow of pregnancy somehow made her look even more ethereal. Her blonde tresses unbound more often than not, framing her strong jaw in an evocative way.

Also… being with child did not seem to wholly dissolve the libido. At first, you thought it simply because you were always there, always close. An easy target for her flirtatious jokes.

They were not jokes, you found. And the way she lured you in, got you under her, rutting like there was no tomorrow, you’d think she was either in heat or trying to knock you up.

Another more wholesome realization was that Eivor had always wanted to be a mother and secretly hoped she would have a son to cradle and coo at. You’d hear her murmur to herself as if she was speaking to someone else as she went about daily tasks. Sigurd was giddy to remind her how willful she was in her own youth and to expect it tenfold in her offspring as penance. Eivor would curse him but look as if she couldn’t ask for anything better.

Then one summer day, the roars of the Wolf-Kissed gave to the wails of an infant in the jarl’s longhouse.

You delivered the baby, held him to your chest as Eivor got situated to receive him. She took in his light brown skin, the mess of dirty blond curls on his head and laughed out loud.

“I’m telling everyone he’s yours.”

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"Kento Nanami, a man so used to not have what he wants. Your man, ever the sweetest, never taking what he desires. So, if Kento won’t take, you’ll give to him. Wholeheartedly."

BELLA????? THIS IS ART????? if there's any type of fic out there that showcases the things that nanami deserves IT IS THIS ONE!!!

i just love the way you write this need to give, the way nanami is always so giving but hardly has the chance to indulge????

MY JAW DROPPED I LOVE THIS AHHHH THANK YOU FOR SHARING THIS WITH USSSSS

──────〃✰ KINKTOBER DAY 3: 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀

title: sweet dreams synopsis: watching the man you love deny himself of his needs, you take matters into your own hands. or lips, to be more precise. [1.5K] cw: established relationship, service top!reader, somnophilia, body worship, nipple stimulation, masturbation (m!receiving), oral (m!receiving), choking (gn!receiving), hair pulling, overstimulation.

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Some people give, some people take.

The world is a very complicated place, but it’s been a long time since you understood the balance is meant to be broken. Few rejoice youth’s spring, and only because most suffer the harshness of winter’s duties.

Kento knows that too. He saw spring escape from between his fingers as blood warmed his skin and worries filled his mind. A renowned soldier aware of the stupidity of the war he fought.

And he can’t ignore it. He tried, it would be so much easier to go on looking only at the path ahead of him, but Kento can’t. Isn’t that one of the reasons why you fell in love with him? Because he’s good. Because he cares.

Kento became the person that could’ve saved him once his youth rotted. Damn, Kento became the person that would’ve been able to save you when yours faded. He gives, wholeheartedly.

You only wish he would take something for himself too.

How many dreams have he chose to ignore? How many desires have he gave up on? For a man relying on the believe people are fundamentally entitled to have time, Kento doesn’t appear to have noticed how badly he deprives himself of it too.

The creak in the mattress made your eyes flutter open. “Kento?”, you babbled, fighting against your heavy eyelids.

He sighed. “I’m sorry”, Kento whispered. His body involved yours, his cold lips leaving kisses on your bare shoulder. “Go back to sleep, amor.”

You faced him, fingers intertwined with his golden locks. You stroked them, nails scratching lightly his head. Kento’s arms tightened against you. The tension on his body was palpable.

Curtains closed, your phone away so you would need to get up in the morning to turn off the alarm, the lampshade forgotten in the bedside table: you could still see his exhaustion. You felt it in the way Kento couldn’t let you go. You heard it in his deep breath. And smell it in the salty air, a subtle suggestion that blood was washed away.

“Was it bad?”

He hesitated. “Almost”, Kento said.

Your nails moved to his ear. Lightly, you caressed it. Your thumb followed the line of his jaw, the delicate valley of his lips, the veins of his neck. “I can make you forget about it”, you offered. You moved closer, leg sliding between his thighs.

Kento said nothing. Your knee found his crotch, pressing against it. Moving your open palm against his chest, you made a mental note to be good and soft. Your man had enough of rough for the night.

Supported on your elbow, you gave your warmth to his lips. A sweet kiss, innocent as if you couldn’t feel his cock hardening. Kento opened his lips, you almost taste the toothpaste.

And then he turned his face away, depriving himself once more. “I want this. You”, he sounded almost apologetic. As if he did something wrong. “But I’m so tired.”

 You moved your leg away, a deep sigh escaping from Kento’s throat. You took his hand from your hips, massaging his fingers as you led them to your mouth. “Dream with me”, you kissed each of his knuckles.

Kento chuckled. “I always do.”

He went back to hugging you, eyes closing as Kento adjusted his head on the pillow. You scratched his head, and continued even after he told you to rest.

Kento was really tired. He didn’t even call you stubborn.

You admired him. It was so dark, but your eyes still couldn’t look anywhere else. Such a sweet man. Always strong, always ready. The hand that executes is the same that holds you with care. The man that keeps on breathing out of rage wouldn’t dream of showing you anything but his love.

If there has to be a majority suffering, if this needs to be a rule, then you want Kento to be with the few. You wouldn’t mind feeling all the pain alone. As long as it’s his.

And now, already deep asleep, you can still feel him. Half rigid against your tummy. Kento Nanami, a man so used to not have what he wants. Your man, ever the sweetest, never taking what he desires.

So, if Kento won’t take, you’ll give to him. Wholeheartedly.

Your body is his. No complains from Kento will convince you that bleeding in his place isn’t the right thing to do. No pain will stop you from fighting battles alongside him. No tiredness will ever make you think twice before using your domain so he can heal properly.

Your mind is his too. When you look at Kento, all you do is wonder about his needs. Gazing at his eyes, you look for signs of exhaustion. At his thin cheeks, you plan healthy meals. His clothes make you turn on or off the heater. No sickness can get to him before you already know what medicine to buy.

His clock wouldn’t agree, and neither does Kento, but he owns your time too.

Slowly, you moved away from his embrace. The mattress creaked again, and you waited for him to say something. Kento couldn’t have noticed it less.

Your fingers worked on the buttons of his shirt. Putting the soft fabric away, you revealed his torso. Surrounded by darkness, you knew where to kiss every scar. One day you’ll draw stars all around them. Your nails explored the skin of his body, every line and curve remembered carefully by your mind.

Gently, you pressed his nipples between your fingers. You licked them, feeling as they grew rigid, and sucked on them. Leaving a glistening trail of saliva behind, you kissed his whole chest with open mouth.

You kneeled on the mattress, catching your breath. Stretching, you turned the lampshade on. If Kento wakes up, you want him to see how willing you’re to make him feel good. You know he’ll enjoy the sight as much as you love being seen.

Pulling down his boxers, you grabbed his half-hard cock. You pressed your thumb against the rosy head, biting your lips at the feel of him. A baffled grunt made to your ears.

You couldn’t wait any longer.

Placing a kiss over the head, you brushed your nose against his growing erection. Holding Kento, you sucked his heavy balls. The sound of it in the middle of a silent night made you feel like a sinner.

Hell doesn’t seem like that bad of a place now.

You licked his length, losing your mind at the muffled sounds he made. Making out with his head, you drooled over him. What a mess you were making. What a mess your mind was.

Oh, Kento. Such a giver. Always so careful. How you want to break him. Make him fall apart for you. To get Kento crying, begging for all his desires to come true. You would do anything he wanted. If only he would ask you.

Lost on your own fantasies, you chocked on him. So eager. You pumped his cock wet with your drool, so hard between your fingers, and prepared your jaw.

As you took him in, the tender flesh stretched you. Salty against your tongue. You chocked again, but this time you simply continued. With tears forming in your eyes, you devoured him.

You didn’t even notice when Kento’s eyes fluttered open. When the small grunts turned into sensitive moans. When he tried to move, half present and half lost in a sweet dream.

“Wh- “, his fingers grabbed the sheets. Kento moved his neck, the sudden motion burning his wounded back, and looked down. “Oh, fuck.”

Looking at you, eyes closed as you took his entirety into your mouth, Kento shuddered. His body fell on the pillows, hands grabbing your hair without a worry about not being gentle. He couldn’t think. Kento couldn’t do anything but feel.

His hips moved on their own, his mind nowhere to be found. Kento whimpered, eyes closed so hard he could see blurs all around. Was he dreaming still? It feels like one.

Deep into your throat, feeling it gagging around him, Kento cried. Sobbing, tears feel on his ears. It was too good, too sudden. His legs were shaking, his throat burning. Lost in a dream, unaware of how his fingers forced your head down on his length, Kento panted your insides with his thick load.

You didn’t allow one drop to go wasted.

After his high came to an end, Kento noticed he wasn’t breathing. He opened his mouth, trying to get as much air as he could. His throat ached as Kento gasped, surprised by the sweetest kiss he ever received.

“I’m sorry”, you whispered against his lips. Stroking the golden locks, you kissed his chin and cheeks. “Go back to sleep.”

So Kento laughed. Like a maniac. “You are…” Dizzy eyes glared at you, his mouth left hanging open. He smiled. You couldn’t see, but you heard it. He left kisses all over your face. “Dream with me”, he asked.

“I always do”, was your response.

Was the truth.       

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

WEEK 2 - ❝𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜❞

⊹ ࣪ ˖ alhaitham x reader | aphrodisiac ⊹ ࣪ ˖

summary ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟall these voices in the background of your brain, they tell you everything he’s thinking

WEEK 3 – ❝𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡��❞

⊹ ࣪ ˖ phantom of the opera!rafayel | corruption ⊹ ࣪ ˖

summary ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟyou must sing, his angel of music

WEEK 4 – ❝𝐒𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧❞

⊹ ࣪ ˖ fallen angel!zayne x mortal!reader | dirty talk ⊹ ࣪ ˖

summary ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟwhere touch fails, words take its place

WEEK 5 – ❝𝐁𝐲 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝❞

⊹ ࣪ ˖ dark!morax x mortal!reader | power imbalance ⊹ ࣪ ˖

summary ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟas a faithful servant, you will do anything to gain the god’s favor

𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖕 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖘, 𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍 𝖒𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌

𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖆𝖑 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖜𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖊𝖋…

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𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 | 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐨. 𝟏

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Mr. and Mrs. Barnes

Pairing: Husband!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky suggests sneaking off at the gala. How can you resist?

Word Count: Over 3k

Warnings: Unprotected v. sex, sex in a closet, dirty talk, possessiveness, established relationship, slight insecurities, mention of breeding, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes and he's a simp for you (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Sorry, lovelies. I just really wanted this. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky didn’t bother to hide his discontent as he looked around at the ballroom. Was it a gala? Fundraiser? What cared? He hated functions like these. People were either there to kiss ass and move up the chain of command or gloat about how well off they were in life under the guise that they were doing good for others. He didn't attempt to converse with any of them, but still had to go as a way to support SHIELD in some capacity and show that he was no longer the Winter Soldier.

At least Steve and Sam were excused from the event due to a mission.

Leaning against one of the pillars and tugging at his bowtie, he spaced out momentarily. No one looked his way, but he still felt judged. Like he didn’t just belong at the event, but amongst anyone. He wanted to go home, get out of his tuxedo, and get the product out of his slicked back hair. He debated sneaking away from some air until he blinked and saw the reason he was truly there: you, the only real person in the crowd of liars and cheaters.

He never understood the expression of clothes clinging to someone like a second skin until you stepped into your floor-length black dress earlier this evening, the fabric enhancing every beautiful curve of your body. His eyes narrowed as you moved around the room and exchanged smiles and handshakes with people. Your aura drew people to you, men brushing against you and their stares lingering for far too long. It served as another reminder of why he didn’t want to go tonight, especially when a General gripped your arm.

If he had a glass in his hand it would’ve shattered.

Convincing you to stay in bed didn't work since you both had to make an appearance, but it didn't mean he wanted you apart from him. “Get over here,” he whispered, craving your attention, needing you close.

As if you sensed him seeking you out, likely feeling the weight of his stare, you turned to meet his gaze across the room. Your eyes sparkled with love that he never thought he’d receive in his lifetime. The kind of love he never wanted to be without again. “Would you please excuse me?” You asked loud enough for him to catch as you removed your arm from the man’s grip. “My husband is waiting for me.”

Your hips swayed as you worked your way toward Bucky, not stopping for any other man who tried to catch your eye. Hearing you call him your husband brought the first smile to his face since he arrived. He still couldn’t believe some days that you wanted forever with him. “I was wondering when my beautiful wife would remember I was here,” he said once you were close enough, reaching out for your hand.

The moment you took it, he stood tall and pulled you against him. He was certain no one else came close to the intimidating vibe he put out, his hold on you possessive as you smiled. “As if I could forget. Practically heard you growling when General Rando touched my arm,” you teased.

“Because he has no right to touch you,” he said, your lashes fluttering as you spun away. His hands guided you back to him. “I know you’re better with people than I am, which is why you’re the one who has to socialize and I’m sorry for that. But you also said I’m not allowed to break any fingers tonight and I won't be held responsible if he tries to touch you again.”

He swore he didn’t have a possessive bone in his body until you sauntered into his life, giving him hopes and dreams and longing.

You laughed at him, a seductive sound that had a few heads turning. “You do know I can break his fingers myself, right?”

He chuckled, leaning close to your ear and tickling your skin with his breath. “I know you're more than capable of kicking his ass. One of your many wonderful qualities,” he whispered. People underestimated you and that was always a mistake. “But I still don't like that he touched you like he wanted to own you.”

You rang a finger along his bowtie. “We all know who owns me and we know I own you, too,” you said, holding up your hand to show him your wedding ring. He tried to ignore how fast his heart pounded at the sight of his ring on your finger, the pledge you two made together. “In a very healthy, non-toxic sort of way, of course.”

He smirked, glancing around at the crowd before looking back at you. “Of course, but maybe we could give everyone a friendly reminder that we’re a happily married and loyal couple.” His voice dropped lower, teasingly. He wanted to make your heart race like his. “Or maybe we could sneak away for a bit. Make this night a little more interesting.”

“Sneak away?” You feigned innocence as you blinked at him. He was certain any innocence you had before he met you was gone thanks to him. “Whatever for?”

“You know what for. It’ll be like that expo we went to a few months ago.” Bucky tilted his head slightly, studying your face closely. He easily picked up your sharp inhale, the way your pupils dilated and lips parted. It was clear that sneaking off was something that very much interested you. “C’mon, baby. This gala is boring and neither of us want to be here. My idea is much more fun. You know it is.”

He touched your cheek, your skin warm under his hand. He wasn’t able to keep you in bed earlier like he wanted, but the thought of pulling you away and having you right here and now had his stomach fluttering with excitement. “This gala is boring,” you agreed carefully.

“Then let’s make it exciting.” His thumb brushed across your lips and it took everything in him not to push his thumb inside. “You made me come to this thing. Don’t I deserve something for showing up and behaving?”

“I haven't made you come yet.” His muscles went taut when you briefly sucked the digit into your mouth, electricity crackling under his skin. He admired your boldness, how you were unashamedly yourself in front of these people. You didn't and would never care what they thought. “And I didn't make you come to this event, but I can make it worth your while.”

He held your chin and moved close until only an inch separated your faces. Your eyes gleamed with a hunger that rivaled his. The air crackled between you, daring you both to give over to your obvious desires. “And how exactly do you plan to do that?” He rasped when you suddenly pulled back and helped move him across the floor in a dance.

“My plan? I thought sneaking away was your idea,” you smiled, guiding you both closer to the open doorway. “But if we can find a closet or dark corner, you can do whatever you want with me. And I’ll even let you fuck my throat first thing tomorrow morning for behaving.”

A rumbling, deep groan escaped his throat. His fingers dug in possessively when he gripped the nape of your neck and tilted your head so he could taste your skin. Your body molding against his, soft and yielding against his solid frame, wasn’t enough. There were too many clothes in the way and he wanted to bury himself deep inside you.

“You drive me crazy, Mrs. Barnes,” he whispered, lifting his head to look into your eyes.

“The feeling is mutual, Mr. Barnes.” You bit your lip once he waltzed you for enough away from prying eyes, the heat flaring between you. “I need you.”

Every nerve ending came to life when he claimed your mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue plunged past your lips, holding you steady as he devoured you. You melted against him, which only brought forth his primal hunger more. His intensity never scared you and he would be forever thankful for that.

You gasped as your back hit a wall, the sounds of chatter and music from the ballroom muffled. Your nails scraped the fabric of his jacket, both of you lost in sensations of lust and desire. As one of your hands continued its journey to his shoulder, the other wandered down his torso and didn’t stop until you gripped his thick erection through his pants.

He abruptly broke the kiss when you gave him a squeeze, his eyes wild. “Fuck,” he breathed, gripping your wrist and pushing more firmly against your hand. “You feel that? That’s what you do to me.”

With dizzying speed, he spun you so that your back pressed against his front. You panted as his hand ventured through the slit of your dress and brushed along your trembling thigh. “Wait until you feel how wet I am,” you whispered, grinding your hips back against his.

His mouth brushed the exposed column of your throat, alternating between small bites and open mouthed kisses. “Still get wet for me?” He asked, massaging your breast with his vibranium hand and drawing another gasp from you when he pinched your nipple. He marveled at how much he could feel with that hand and how he’d never harm you with it.

“Have you seen yourself? One look from you and I’m soaked.” Your back arched as he bit down again. He wished he saw himself the way you did. “And you’re my husband. That craving for you isn’t going away.”

He rocked his hips against yours, seeking out more contact and friction as his cock throbbed and heart swelled. Marriage wasn’t a constant honeymoon phase. It took work. Effort. Compromise. But you were worth every moment, every struggle, every up and down.

Laughter from a few feet away had him lifting his head, both of you looking toward where the noise was coming from. “Fuck,” he snarled, wanting to scream at whoever it was to go the fuck away.

“There’s a closet around the corner. We just need to pick the lock,” you told him, smiling over your shoulder. “I may have scoped out the place in case this happened.”

He chuckled, utterly in awe of you. “I fucking you love,” he exhaled.

Walking with an aching hard-on wasn’t easy, but he managed to get you both further away from the ballroom. He picked the lock with record speed once you got to the door and moved you both inside. He flipped on the light, wanting to see as much of you as he could. For a moment, you two stared at each other and waited for the other to make a move. He loved the anticipation.

“I’m disappointed in you, Mr. Barnes,” you said, reaching for the doorknob to lock it. He was about to ask what he possibly did to upset you when you smirked. “You didn’t mention anything about me not wearing any panties.”

His cock was ready to burst from his pants. “Because that fucking clown out there interupted me,” he rumbled, pinning you against the door and crowding your body. His nose touched yours as he hiked your dress up, desperate to kiss you again. Eager to feel your wetness. “You trust me?”

It was a question he always asked. You put all of yourself into his care, your body, mind, heart, and soul. It was only fair that he made sure you still wanted him to be the one for you today, tomorrow, and every day after that. Even then a single lifetime would never be enough for him. He wanted a thousand lives with you.

“Always,” you said, an ache in your voice that he couldn’t resist. He fused his lips with yours, building up the fire all over again when his hand found your damp heat. The most intimate part of you where you allowed him to make himself at home. Your hands shook as you went to undo his pants, wanting to free him. “And you trust me?”

It wasn’t just his heart that contracted. His very soul trembled, wanting to wrap itself up in your light and love. “With everything in me,” he promised, sighing when he pulled his cock free from his underwear. “I’ll worship you later. Those gorgeous tits of yours. Your sweet cunt.”

Once you were home, he’d slip off your dress and give every beautiful inch of your body the attention it deserved. He’d draw a bath for you, too, and hopefully join you so he could simply hold you. But he was desperate for you now. He thought he’d burn if he didn’t have you.

You hiked a leg around him, moving your hips enticingly. There was only so much he could take. And who wouldn’t fall under the tempting spell of your body? “I’m ready for you.” Your soft moan echoed in his ears as he trailed a finger along your slit to your clit, barely touching it. He knew it would shoot small sparks through your body until you begged for more. “I mean it, Barnes. Get. Your cock. In me.”

“My needy little wife,” he whispered against your lips as he gripped the base of his cock and probed your entrance. The breathy sound you made when he began to push in had his blood pulsing in euphoria. It was a wonder he fit some days with how tight you were, but your slick heat stretched and welcomed him every time.

“My needy husband,” you smiled as you enveloped him completely, your fingers curling in his hair.

“What kind of man isn’t needy for his wife?” He began to thrust in deep, deliberate strokes. It matched the rhythm of the music in the distant ballroom, the two of you creating your own sultry dance. Maybe he would go up in flames. At least he’d have you to burn with. “Fuck, your body was made for my cock.”

Each snap of his hips tore more moans and whimpers from your throat and sent shockwaves through his system. You clenched around him with a smile, looking like a debauched angel. “My pussy was made for you, so ruin it.”

He groaned, his pulse beating strongly as his grip tightened on your hips. He fucked you without restraint, just as greedy for you as you were for him. Allowing himself to feel you and what you did to him was everything he was denied for so long. His life had only been order. Pain. You let him lose control. You gave him pleasure. Even a home.

I love you.

“I love you, too, Bucky,” you panted, brushing a thumb over his cheekbone as his eyes closed against the emotions threatening to surface. “I love you, too.”

His pace picked up, urgent, frenzied. At this rate, he might explode into fragments from your declaration and how good you felt. “You love me?” He bit out, his eyes opening and breaths harsh as he felt you clench again.

You cried out, his hand flying up to brace your head before it hit the door. “So much,” you moaned as you gazed at him. You were the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Fierce in love and loyalty, patient and steadfast. He feared some days he’d need you more than you needed him, but you drove that thought from his mind. “I’m yours.”

“I’m not gonna last,” he warned. He couldn’t with the way you looked at him, the way your walls gripped him, knowing you were his.

“Neither am…” Your mouth fell open as your release hit you, your fluids drenching him. It was a wonder to watch you go over the edge in a blissful orgasm. He wanted to be right there with you.

“There you go. Good girl,” he encouraged, your body still tight around his cock. He erupted in one last thrust, his head falling back with an animalistic roar. “Fuck…”

Bucky braced a hand against the door, the other holding you like a lifeline. If only the two of you were at home so he could properly cuddle with you. His breathing remained ragged for a bit as he came down from his high, your breathing beginning to steady, too. He couldn't help but smile as he took in the sight of you thoroughly ravaged and satisfied. “Worth every second of being here,” he sighed, slowly pulling out of your twitching hole. You inhaled when he moved a hand down and swiped two fingers along the mess seeping out of you. “Clean them off for me, baby,” he ordered huskily, bringing them to your mouth.

Obediently, you parted your lips and allowed him to push his fingers in. You swirled your tongue around them to taste your combined essence, moaning at the tangy flavor. He tucked himself away once you finished up, afraid that he’d fuck you all over again if he didn’t get completely dressed. It didn’t stop him from gazing longingly at you as he fixed his jacket.

And it didn’t stop him from imagining your mouth around his cock the next morning.

“Now.” You grimmaced slightly as he helped you steady yourself and straighten out your dress. He knew that look. It was the look you got for a split second whenever the sticky remnants continued to trickle down your thighs. He loved having that claim on you. “How do you expect me to go back to the gala after that?”

“I don’t,” he smirked, his hands moving back to your hips as he snuck in a gentle kiss. “I think it’s time to get you home and back in our bed where you belong. I promised I’d worship you, remember?”

You nodded, your eyes still slightly dazed. “On one condition.”

He titled his head. “What’s that?”

A slow smile curved your mouth, his heart pounding and cock twitching back to life at your answer, “You put a baby in me tonight.”

So, lovelies, was it okay? I feel rusty. And who wants a future fic of Bucky breeding you? Just me? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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──────〃✰ KINKTOBER DAY 1: 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏 𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑

title: poker face synopsis: luckily, mr. zero didn't knew you were part a mugiwara. luckily, mr. zero fell for your bluffs. unfortunately, you never imagined it would be that hard to not fall for crocodile's charm. [3.1K] cw: mugiwara!fem!reader, strip poker, strip tease, public sex, cock crush, nipple stimulation, size difference, fingering (f!receiving), riding, biting, scratching, finger sucking, p in v, creampie, possessive behavior, mob boss meets a baddie, pussy so good he wonders about marriage.

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With a thick cigar between his teeth, Crocodile forced himself to smile. “Five of a kind”, he dropped his cards on the table. “Seems like the house won. Again.”

Crocodile’s presence in Rain Dinners works to reinforce his reputation as a hero in this wretched island. Unfortunately, it also means Crocodile is tormented by the most boring clientele.

To watch someone gambling everything they own out of delusional hope and losing it all because of sheer mischance is only interesting the first few hundreds of times. Now, all Crocodile feels is disdain.

He curses those vermin that stole the joy of victory.

Murmuring complaints, two bettors left the table. The croupier stretched his arm, reaching for the cards left far away from him. As the cards were shuffled, Crocodile took in the chance to observe the tables nearby. Searching for chaos to be dealt with, such a common occurrence in a casino, an unusual sight stole his attention.

A long, thick, light pelted fur coat. Crocodile inhaled the smoke, holding it in. Admiring you with that coat over your shoulders, no one would’ve imagined this is the middle of a desert. And still, you didn’t break a sweat.

One of the bettors decided it was the right moment to thank Crocodile for his protection over Alabasta. He did his best to sound modest, heroic. To embody the last hope of this dying island. The moment a white blur entered his peripheral vision, Crocodile simply ignored the man’s existence.

With a hand over the chair’s top rail, you stared directly at the croupier. “May I?”, you asked, voice sultry as the desert.

Crocodile took the cigar out of his mouth, releasing the smoke in the direction opposite from you. “Made just in time”, he moved his hand towards the croupier ready to start. “Do you know how to play, hon’?”

You took a sip from your glass, not bothering to answer him. Placing your coat over the chair’s rail, you reached inside its pocket and took the poker chip’s box. You left it open on the table, emerald dress moving on your body as you sat down and crossed your legs.

The box was filled to the brim.

Your lack of interest on him ignited something within Crocodile. Curiosity. Something far more interesting than gambling against weak bluffs. “New to poker?”, Crocodile smiled devilish. The sort of smile that make pretty women like you forget about decency.

If only you had looked at him.

“New to this island”, you answered, sounding as bored as Crocodile was before you got there. The way you danced around his question was enough for him to know you didn’t want the others to think of you as an easy target. Usually, Crocodile would simply profit on it. This time, with you staring straight into his eyes, he couldn’t care less about this game. “Is it worth?”

“It will be.”

A promise Crocodile intended to fulfill.

Feeling his gaze burning your skull, to not smile was never so difficult. If you were weaker, you would’ve laugh until your cheeks fell apart from your face. How funny. How alluring. Ah, Luffy really told you the truth.

Your life will be funnier around me, Luffy gave you the brightest smile you ever saw. Stroking your cheek, he cleaned the trace of tears. I will never let you get bored.

A Shichibukai stands before you, unable to see you as part of the threat he is so interest in dealing with. The man that sent thousands of bounty hunters after your crew, that forced Vivi to witness as unnecessary violence tore her nation in pieces, doesn’t even know that you’re part of the group he wants to exterminate.

Good. That means the plan of distracting Crocodile has a chance of working.

Each bettor made an initial contribution for the deal to start. At every round, you raised the amount of chips. It didn’t matter if others were dropping out of the deal or if Crocodile doubled the bet with no hesitance. You simply continued to bet more.

That was alluring. It told more about you than your pretty lips could. You’re not here to make money. You’re not here to waste it. You’re here for amusement. And that Crocodile can give you any time.

“Showdown”, the croupier called. “Please, bettors, show your hands.”

The woman sitting beside you sighed, showing two pairs. Two bettors had dropped out, choosing to wait until the next deal. You placed your cards on the table. 4, 3, K, 10, 10. One pair. “Does that mean anything?”

The first man to drop out chuckled. “Only that you lost.”

Lost in the way your smile spread across your face, the croupier had to remind Crocodile it was his time to show the cards. “Three of a kind”, he murmured. This time, he put no effort into acting as if he cared that he won. Crocodile just wanted to learn more about you. “Do you know the rules?”

“Does it really matter?”, your bright smile was enough to enlighten the whole place. As the croupier changed the card sets, you gave him your solely attention. “The best liar wins at the end.”

“No surprise you haven’t won yet”, Crocodile smirked. He spread his legs, cigar between his fingers. His golden hook glistened, reminding you of the threat he represented simply by breathing. “It’s so easy to see right through you.”

But not to see how I stole all those chips from you, was what you thought. “Seems like a failure of mine”, was what you said out loud.

With a movement of his hand, a waiter approached. Crocodile whispered into his ear; eyes still fixated on you. Intoxicated on his presence, you forgot to look away. What a tempting man. From then on, your glass never remained empty.

Deal after deal, you continued to lose just as Crocodile continued to win. Deal after deal, you continued to answer just as Crocodile continued to ask.

Until there were only you two left at the casino. You let go of your glass and closed the poker chip’s box, raising from the chair. “Should have expected a pirate to be a good gambler.” You took your coat, walking away from the table. “Have a good night, Crocodile.”

“One last deal?” Crocodile was quick to offer. Desperately, you would add. “And then we call it.”

You raised the empty box. “I have nothing left to bet.”

And at that, Crocodile saw his last chance of amusing you. “Then let’s bet everything we have.”

Sat down again, chin supported by your palm, you frowned. The wine had started to affect you both. “And by that you mean…”

“Everything”, Crocodile spread his legs, resting his hook on his thick thigh. You told yourself he was begging for you to stare, but you weren’t that sure of it. “Every chip on this table. Everything on our bodies.”

As he closed his mouth, a part of Crocodile feared his proposition would offend you. It doesn’t happen often, but there is a chance he misread your signals.

“I’ve been eyeing your rings since I sat here”, you wondered out loud. “Just as you been eyeing my dress.”

But to be so straight to the point… Crocodile wasn’t quite expecting that. It was what he wanted, but to see how you two were connected made harder for him to breath.

Then you sighed.

“As tempting as it is,” and you were standing again. Crocodile hated to see that. He would hate even more to see you leaving. “It is also getting late. Like I said, I’m new to this island.”

“You have nothing to fear”, Crocodile bargained. “Not when I’m around.”

“But you won’t be around on my way back to the hotel.”

“Then stay here”, he offered. You arched an eyebrow. “I don’t intent on letting you walk away that easily. I’m a pirate. I’m used to taking what I want for myself.”

For an eternity, you both stared into each other’s eyes. A silent negotiation. His final offering, your final chance of doing the right thing and walking away from danger. You could see his very soul. How it burned just beneath the surface. Crocodile felt the same heat coming from you.

The croupier forced a cough, remind you of his presence. It took much of his strength for Crocodile to not kill him right then and there.

“Shuffle the cards and leave”, you ordered.

He obeyed. Quickly. You both took a look at your cards sets. A smile died within you. A smirk grew on Crocodile’s face. The moment the croupier closed the exit door, Crocodile showed his hand.

Crocodile looked even bigger than he already was, filled with the confidence of a winner. “Four of a kind.”

Dropping your hand on the table, you were the winner he believed to be. “Royal flush”, you smiled. “Pretty sure that’s the highest since we’re not using any wild cards.”

Shock was a good look on Crocodile. After analyzing your cards, his gaze returned to you. “You said you didn’t know how to play.”

“Oh”, you drank the last sip from your glass. “Did I?”

And at your answer, all he could do was laugh. Crocodile ran his hand through his black hair. “You hustle me”, he whispered. Crocodile wasn’t able to get rid of this genuine smile.

Your laugh was real too. It made Crocodile breath in your scent, get drunk on the sweet sound coming from you. Not a bluff, not an act. It was real, and it only made you more beautiful. “And now you have a debt to pay.”

His face darkened, reminding you of who he is. You hustled Crocodile. You hustled Crocodile. You never thought of yourself as a stupid woman, but here you are. For fucks sake. Luffy really is rubbing on you.

Crocodile bended over the table, his broad shoulders creating a shadow over you. His hand grabbed your chair’s arm, his hook moving your chin upwards. A strand of hair fell in front of his orange eyes, and looking into them you felt like a powerless prey about to be ravished.

Face lurking inches above yours, Crocodile smiled devilish. A smile that made you forget about decency, focusing only on the promise of more of him. More of the man that wants to kill you. “Enjoy the show”, Crocodile whispered.

His blue scarf was the first to be throw away, and neither of you cared about where it would land. His long fingers worked on the buttons of the rumpled black-striped vest, so slowly you almost took it off of Crocodile by yourself.

The peach shirt beneath showed a portion of his wide chest and instead of finally getting rid of it, Crocodile held the leather belt around his waist.

He had so much fun teasing you, admiring how you couldn’t look away. A man as handsome must feel entitled to the silent praise. He really thought he was the one in charge, didn’t he? And for long enough, Crocodile was.

You’re a lot of things, but you’re not patient.

Leaning against the chair, you raised your leg. The silver heel brushed against his pants, from down on his ankle until the insides of his thigh. And when your painted nails shined right in front of his crotch, you forced your feet against it.

“Stop playing around.” Cocking your head, eyes explored his still covered up body. “Don’t make me wait.”

Crocodile grabbed your ankles, calloused hand stroking softly your skin. It wasn’t a rough touch, but not less possessive because of it. You put more pressure, making him groan. “You are insane.”

“And why is that?”

“Anyone else would fear me”, Crocodile’s voice reminded you of velvet and sharp knives. It lingered on your ears. “And here you are. Demanding more.”

You sighed, fingers brushing against your lips. That voice… it was your last straw. Fighting his hold, you put your foot down on the ground. You grabbed his shirt, pushing him back until Crocodile sat down on his chair again.

He opened his mouth as you sat down on his lap, but you gave him no time to do anything. “You talk too much.”

Holding the chair’s top rail as leverage, you dive into him. Tooth biting his lower lip, tongue forcing a passage into his warm mouth. Your free hand found a spot on his large neck, bringing Crocodile closer to you. Instead of waiting, you took what you wanted for yourself.

Just like a pirate would.

She isn’t fragile, Crocodile thought. She won’t break.

Sinking into you, Crocodile forgot about self-control. He simply ravished you, just like you demanded of him. A wild animal and nothing more. Exploring your mouth as if it was his to control, hand grabbing your soft skin without a care about finesse or decorum. Crocodile pressed his hook against your chest, enjoying how it didn’t stop you from moving as you wanted to.

You got him out of that stupidly tight shirt, hands scratching his chest as your hips moved on top of his crotch. He forced you down, putting your whole weight upon himself, and ripped your emerald dress into pieces with his hook.

“You’ll pay for this one.”

It was a complain, but your fingers working to unbutton his pants made clear you couldn’t care less. His kisses travelled to your neck, tongue leaving a trail of drool on your shoulder, mouth closing against your nipples. Your fingers intertwined with his hair, encouraging Crocodile to continue.

“I will get you anything you want”, he said, voice muffled. He couldn’t get away from your body to speak. “You burn hotter than the fuckin desert.”

No shame, no hesitation. Freed from his pants, you licked your palm before grabbing his cock. You pumped him with zero delicacy, thumb pressing against the dark, sensitive head. Just like everything in Crocodile, it was big enough to make you wonder.

As if he could read you mind, Crocodile slid his hand into your panties. Long fingers explored your lips, precise with every movement. Thumb pressing against your clit, two fingers against your wet slit. His hook brushed against your thigh, arm locking around you to press you down on his fingers.

Your loud moan embarrassed your very soul, but all Crocodile did was laugh. His teeth closed around your neck, biting hard enough to make you whimper. That’ll mark you for sure. “Ride me, hon’.”

With your nails deep into his back, you stretched yourself on Crocodile’s fingers. You bit his earlobe, brushing your face against his as you speed up your movements. In your hand, his cock throbbed. Crocodile was leaking, burning in the same way you do.

“Take what you want”, you whispered against his ear. “Fuck me already.”

It happened so quickly, you barely understood how he moved. A second before you were on his lap, two fingers deep into your hungry cunt, lips around his ear. Then you were sat on the table, poker chips falling on the floor, Crocodile standing between your legs.

A fucking monster.

Crocodile took his drenched fingers from you, and wasted no time before sucking them clean. He grabbed your thighs, exposing yourself from him. “She’s delicious”, Crocodile stared at your pussy. His fingers pulled your lips apart. “Will get me addicted to her.”

Using your legs, you got him even closer to you. Crocodile grabbed your hair, pulling you into a messy kiss. Fighting against your tongue, he fit the head of his cock into you. You moaned into his mouth.

Moving your heels against his thighs, you forced him inside of you. A stupid decision. Your head collapsed against his shoulder, the entirety of his length touching all the right places. So good, so right, so… much.

Crocodile wasn’t in that much of a better situation. Eyes closes tightly, lips hanging open as a deep cry escaped. So wet, so warm. Moving slowly, Crocodile chortled. He had no control over his mind anymore.

“Don’t you dare stopping”, you manage to say. “Just… fu-fuck, just like that.”

Deep thrusts as his fingers worked on your clit: Crocodile wouldn’t dream of doing anything other than you wanted. He could feel your drool gathering on his shoulder. How your fingers were deep into his forearms, or how the hold of your legs around his waist weakened.

All Crocodile wanted was to make you as addicted to him as he already was to you. To get you to scream his name, begging for more and more. He wanted you to take from him. To get what you wanted. And Crocodile wanted everything you could give him.

Feeling waves of pleasure washing over you, mind empty as a white canvas, you tilted your head back. Eyes half-open, you admired him. His raw lips, face covered in sweat. Marks of lipstick all over his chest, just as deep nail marks and surface scratched. You looked down, watching as he entered you.

“You are worth way more than eighty million.”

Crocodiled bended, tongue playing with your aching nipple. “After my head, hon’?”, he sucked on them. You stroked his hair, enjoying how primal Crocodile looked.

“Do I look insane?”, you moaned.

Crocodile looked into your eyes, face near yours. You placed your arms around his shoulders, but he held you in place. Crocodile simply looked at you. As if there was something new, something he never saw before.

“You do”, Crocodile whispered. It felt so intimate. For a moment, you weren’t being fucked in an empty casino. For a moment, you two were sharing a secret. “You’re perfect.”

You melted against him. Lost on your orgasm, you unlearned how to breath. The fact you couldn’t think didn’t stop Crocodile from kissing you. As you closed around him, Crocodile reached his limit. Tooth deep into your throat, he marked you again.

Tears formed behind your eyes, throat aching as you finally breathed again. You laid your head on his chest, feeling it rising with his unregulated breathes. A firm hand held your waist, his nose stopped in the union of your shoulder and neck. His biting hurt so good, just like your scratches on his skin.

When Crocodile opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was his hand holding onto the table. He looked at the fours rings you said caught your attention. And he saw how there was only one finger lacking a ring.

Insane, Crocodile thought. She’s making me insane.

As his hips moved away, a cry left your throat as he emptied your pussy, your legs finally stopped working. Crocodile took his cigar from the ashtray, smoking it for a few seconds. When he released the smoke, you grabbed his chin and made him face you. Inhaling it, you closed your eyes.

Not a second after you let it go, his hand and hook slid beneath your thighs. Effortlessly, Crocodile took you from the table. Your shaken legs closed around his waist as he carried you. “What you doing?”

Crocodile finally looked into your eyes again. He smiled, and it was genuinely. “Taking what I want for myself.”

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[haravath0t]

OH FUCK YEAHHHHHH

SOMETHING WICKED THIS WAY COMES

KINKTOBER 2024

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖𓉸ִֶָྀི ִֶָ་༘࿐ WEEK 1: OCT. 6 | CECAELIA!SUGURU GETO

❝BLOODY WATERS❞

SYNOPSIS ‧₊ ᵎᵎ ⋆ cecaelias are quite curious creatures and suguru was no exception. when mating season approaches, a window of opportunity to thoroughly explore the human that had piqued his interest presents itself.

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖𓉸ִֶָྀི ִֶָ་༘࿐ WEEK 2: OCT. 11 | DEITY!SATORU GOJO

❝FOOD FOR THE GODS❞

SYNOPSIS ‧₊ ᵎᵎ ⋆ the death of satoru gojo tilted the axis of jujutsu society. left forgotten and unlaid to rest, sorcerers feared that the strongest would one day manifest into a cursed spirit and wreak havoc on the people who failed to grant him peace in the afterlife. in an attempt to appease him, an offering is presented every year on his death anniversary. every year, offerings made it out of the shrines guarded by tengen's barrier safely–all except you.

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖𓉸ִֶָྀི ִֶָ་༘࿐ WEEK 3: OCT. 18 | HEIAN ERA!RYOMEN SUKUNA

❝CUP RUNNETH OVER❞

SYNOPSIS ‧₊ ᵎᵎ ⋆ only one was worhty of being his queen of curses.

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖𓉸ִֶָྀི ִֶָ་༘࿐ WEEK 4: OCT. 25 | DRACULA!SYLUS (LOVE & DEEPSPACE)

❝I'LL CRAWL HOME TO HER❞

SYNOPSIS ‧₊ ᵎᵎ ⋆ in every life, you are his bride.

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖𓉸ִֶָྀི ִֶָ་༘࿐ WEEK 5: OCT. 31 | SHADOW MONSTER!CHOSO KAMO

❝THAT BOY IS A MONSTER❞

SYNOPSIS ‧₊ ᵎᵎ ⋆ your shadow is quite fond of you.

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POOKIE 😭🫶🏽

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I LUB YOUUU

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[haravath0t]

Baby Hotline

Summary: Peter picks up an easy side job to make extra dough between his day job and superheroing

Pairing: Peter Parker x black!reader

A/n: this was a fun one to finally realize 🥰🥰 for @flashfictionfridayofficial 😘

Surprise colored his face as the standard ringing of his outgoing call cut off after one trill. He rattled off his usual greeting. “Hi, this is Peter with PromoPros—.”

“Hey, Peter!”

The young man blinked at his wall, then at his phone and back again as he put it back to his ear. “Uh, yeah, hi. I was.. was calling about—.”

“Peter, slow down, what’s wrong?” The recipient interrupted him again, her voice full of rushed compassion. He was… beyond confused.

“Ummmm???”

“I’ll be right there! Don’t worry, okay?” The person’s voice on the other side was then far away, like they were talking to someone else. “Hey, I’m sorry, my friend really needs me. I’ll talk to y’all soon!”

Then some jostling and a groan of relief, loud and clear. Waaaait a second!

“Did you just use me to get out of talking to someone?!”

“Yes. Multiple, irritating someones. A truly gag-worthy ‘team building’ so I owe you. Go ahead and try and sell me whatever you wanna sell me as a thanks. I’m Y/n, by the way.”

He breathed a laugh, running his fingers through his hair as he leaned dangerously back in his gaming chair. “I’ll be completely honest with you, I haven’t been able to get out much more than my name since I started here three months ago. I don’t remember the spiel at all.”

“Oh, that’s pretty sick, actually. Do you have, like, a call list?”

“Yeah, I pretty much just have to call all the numbers on my list by the end of the week and—.”

Time became irrelevant as he and the stranger gabbed back and forth, Y/n going about chores on her side while he spun idly in his gaming chair. She was nice. Funny. Very interesting and verbally walked him through the making of a jambalaya that he was honestly kinda stoked to try himself. They shared an inordinate amount, the way you can only do with a rapidly intimate acquaintance you make in a day and get along with like a house on fire like when you were 6 at a random playground. And dare he say, she sounded… cute? If this phone had a cord like in that old movie from the 90’s May made him watch with her, Peter imagines he’d be twirling it shyly around his finger. But instead, the loose thread on his shirt was two inches longer and the lock of hair above his right eyebrow had been curled and curled and curled again.

By the time he heard the dial tone after they both said goodbye; his phone read “Call ended 3:47:18” and “battery: 12%”. Usually Peter got his weekly list done in a day, but he couldn’t begrudge the distressed beep his phone gave as it demanded charging. Y/n had been a delightful change of pace.

[haravath0t]

um so getting fucked by logan in public place...i mean getting fucked by logan-

(please know the way i'm salivating over this man is downright sinful.)

author's note || babes,,, i feel u. this man is in my dreams 24/7. i lov u for requesting this <3

summary || basically, you defend Logan and he quite literally goes feral.

warnings || fluff, some angst, anti-mutant rhetoric, SMUT [minors dni], P in V sex, praise kink, public-sex, desperation

Logan was used to being alone. It was second nature for him to blend into a crowd and survey the bustling fullness of the night. Usually, he hightailed to the back of the bar, his eyes studying carefully while he nursed the beer in his hand. 

When Logan met you, though, some things changed a bit. Instead of being at the back of the bar, he usually sat right next to you. While he wasn’t much for PDA and often abstained from it, he still let the hardness of his thigh rest against yours. It was such a simple touch, but you knew how much Logan needed to breathe in your presence. It soothed him. 

Tonight was like any other Friday night. You both wanted to go to the bar for a little bit of fun before another mission killed the atmosphere. Logan usually has a beer in his hand and his other subtly resting against your back. His eyes would bore into yours as he watched you talk about your day. It was always something he looked forward to. The ways that your eyes would sparkle underneath the illuminating bar lights. 

The bar was packed tonight, though. Bodies were practically on top of one another—playing pool, dancing to the stereo, or attempting to chat up someone to take home. Your idea to go to the bar had not just been your own. You could hear Logan’s heartbeat race as someone kept bumping into him—despite the very menacing aura rolling off of him. 

So, in response, you were currently nursing a whiskey all by your lonesome. It wasn’t that you were lonesome, it was much of the opposite. Logan had stepped out of the bar for a quick smoke, wanting to calm the nerves that pricked his skin. Logan needed a breather. He never wanted to leave you by yourself—although he knew you were completely fine. He just didn’t want to. You smiled at him with one of those breathtaking ones that caught his breath. 

“Go. I’ll still be here.” You whispered. God, he loved you. It was so evident, yet the years of having a broken heart shattered his ideas of loving someone again. The pain was etched across his chest, back, organs—everything. Add the number of people surrounding him, caging him in had reached an overwhelming capacity. So, he stepped out toward the back and dragged his cigar across his lips. He let the nicotine softly quiet the aches in his chest. 

You sipped the bitter taste of Jim Beam, your body almost shuddering at the hot feeling of liquor going down your throat. You felt the buzz already—not having much of anything to eat despite Logan asking if you had eaten. He handed you a granola bar in the car. He already knew the answer to his question. During a heated discussion with Scott, you had completely forgotten to eat some lunch. 

Logan was as caring as always—rubbing a hand across your wrist to ask if you had anything to eat today. However, your thoughts of him were screeched to a halt from a presence coming straight toward you. 

“Where’d the big guy go?”

Your eyebrow quirks up at the sensation of a tall silhouette behind you. You didn’t respond, though. You and Logan were used to the comments—usually, fans wanting pictures with the well-known X-men. Those you didn’t mind. Men like these, though? The ones that taunt you for your differences, the ones that make your skin itch.

“C’mon. That mutant scum isn’t here anymore. No need to act so tough.” 

You huffed out of your nose in disgust. There was a sizzle underneath your chest that made you want to scream in anger. You held your ground, though, knowing that it wouldn’t help very much. You knew men like these. Any use of your powers could end up with a call to the police and another article about how “violent” mutants are.

Although, not budging made the stranger even more pissed than he was. “You’re too pretty to be with a beast like him. Didn’t you hear, anyway?” This man just wouldn’t stop fucking talking. “The Wolverine hurts anything he touches. He’s a fuck up. A low life. A fucking animal—” 

Now that comment is what made you turn your head. You had heard enough before you slammed your glass on the bar counter. The man beside you jumped in surprise. A scowl on your lips, nostrils flared. “What the fuck did you just say?” 

Logan’s eyebrows twitched as he heard the snarl in your voice. He burnt out the cigar on his skin—slightly wincing at the sizzle of his skin. Worry surged through his chest at the mere idea of your discomfort. A primal need to protect the thing he loves was fogging his brain. The leather of his jacket was straining against the bulge of his muscles as he sauntered back through the bar. His shoulders were taunted back, surveying the bar as everyone’s head turned to you and some guy. 

His eyes widened at the sight before him. You had bunched the collar of the man, lifting him off the floor. Your eyes were wild with anger, your teeth clenched tightly as you spoke to the stranger. “If you ever talk about the Wolverine like that again, I’m going to cut off your head and feed it to your fucking wife—” The boom of your voice echoed through the bar. It was so silent that a pin could drop. 

You could handle comment after comment thrown at you. That, you knew quite well. However, you knew how Logan actually felt about the comments. They called him an animal. A beast. They forced him into something he was always scared of. Himself. You knew him differently. He was Logan. He would make you a cup of coffee every morning, adding a sprinkle extra of cinnamon that he knew you loved. He left fuzzy blankets in his room after the first time you spent the night with him. You commented how itchy his sheets were and ever since, he silently wraps you up in one with an arm attached to your waist. He would place a protective arm in front of you during missions—always assessing the danger to make sure that you would never get hurt. He was so much more than anything they portrayed him as. He was human and everyone—including the team—sometimes forgets that. 

“Darlin’—” You felt your shoulder visibly relax as his large hand enveloped your soft skin. “They’re not worth it.” 

Your heart was beating fast against your ears. You did everything in your power to not throw the man across the room. Your teeth snarled at him—the guy visibly winces, expecting the worst. You slowly lowered him to the ground and let go of his collar. 

“Fucking mutants.” He spits before backing up as far away from the two of you as possible. You turn to move again and the guy gets startled and jumps in fear. Logan squeezes your shoulder to try and ground you once again.

He sees you visibly relax, some regret etched into your features. He knew that you didn’t want to cause a scene but you couldn’t help it. He knew that feeling quite well—when it came to you, he was the same. 

“Let's go home.” 

Logan was silent as the two of you walked out of the bar. You cringed at the pure stillness of the night. You didn’t mean to do more than you should have. It was just an instinct, especially as the vexation flowed through your veins. 

You stop in your tracks for a moment. You opened your mouth to say something which prompted his steps to a halt, as well. “Logan, I’m—” He never let you finish. He grabs your shoulders and shoves you against the brick wall of the bar. You let out a gasp, but it’s quickly swallowed by his mouth on yours. 

His heart is beating fast, echoing against his ears. For once in his life, someone had protected him. Someone had stood up and defended him. Sure, Charles has done that many times, but not from an act of pure love. Charles believed in him. You loved him. 

He has this feeling in his chest. He wantonly has an itch to devour you. He wants to lick the sides of your body and ravish in the pure essence of you. He’d never had this feeling before—this animalistic, pure affection was pounding against his chest. 

“You just couldn’t help it, huh, princess?” He grunted against your ear. His hands caged you in, one resting beside your head and the other deliciously attached to your hip. His teeth nipped at the skin below your ear. “You just wanted to defend your old man, hmm?” He hummed. 

The hand on your hip lowered to your thigh and squeezed the plush flesh. You were wearing a pretty dress tonight, one that you knew he would rip off later. You just weren’t expecting it now. “I just—” He breathed in the smell of your shampoo and it sent a shiver down your spine. “I couldn’t let him talk about you like that, Lo.” 

You let out a whine as he growled against your ear. He was insatiable—unhinged. Something was brewing beneath his stomach that he had never felt before. “Oh, pretty girl. You wanted to protect me?” His lips were at the shell of his ear. You nodded. You almost felt shy now, a direct contrast from earlier. 

Your leg moved to wrap around his own, curling right around his hip. He smirked at the sparkle in your eyes. “Yeah, I know, baby. God, you’re just so fucking good to me.” You were both losing your patience from the pliant kissing and stumbling of limbs. You both were desperate and wanting of one another. 

His lips lowered down your neck. The hand that was caged against the side of your head was now pressed up against your breast. You whined, “They can’t—” You gasped as he squeezed the plush flesh. “They can’t say those things. Made me—” He smiles, lips curling into a little smirk. He moves his arm down to your aching cunt. “Made me see red, Lo.” 

Your hips buck into his hand, the wall scratching against your shoulders as you’re shoved more into the brick. “Yeah? Wanted to hurt him, baby?”

He groaned into your ear at the thought of blood covering your hands from destroying the man trying to insult him. It only fueled more of his fire. He couldn’t take it anymore—mouth still sticking to yours in a gruesome dance across your lips. The saliva spread to his beard, messy and filthy. 

“Wanted—ah—wanted to see him pay.” His hand fully dipped between your panties, bunching up your dress as he lifted you up against the wall. It happened swiftly, yet your mind burned with want and need.

“Fuck. You’re so wet.” He teased your slick entrance, making your legs instinctively pull him closer. “Logan, please.” 

He could smell the way you were leaking for him, spreading the slick around with his fingers. He let out a growl and swiftly unbuckled his belt. He couldn’t wait any longer and neither could you. 

“Can’t wait to fill you. Such a pretty fuckin’ pussy.” He moves your panties with his thumb and swiftly glides in his wide girth. You moan in unison, but you swallow his own and yours with a long kiss on his lips. Your tongues swirl together and you could’ve sworn he pulled you even further. You could feel every inch of him inside of you. He moaned at the stretch of your cunt wrapped around him. “Feel so good, pretty girl. Gonna—fuck—gonna make you mine.”

Your head hits the back of the wall and you start to feel fuzzy in the head. “Lo–” You whine. “Love you.” You whisper into the night air. Something hits Logan in the chest and he can’t help but snap his hips into you even further. 

It makes you see stars, but all Logan can think about is how much he loves you. His chest was burning with something different—something more primal than he had ever felt. It made him want to drool, place his head against you, and live there forever. 

“Love you too, baby.” He grunts. He wanted to do this properly—to be a gentleman. He wanted to take you out to dinner, make sweet love to you, and then tell you those three little words. It completely went out the window when you defended him—when you stood up for him like no one else has. You completely had his back and he couldn’t help but let the happiness burst through his veins. “Love you so fucking much. You know that, baby?”

He makes you turn your head towards him to look him in the eye. You nod immediately, but that isn’t enough for Logan. “Need to hear you, baby. Say it.”

“You love me. I know you love me.” He groans and pumps his cock straight onto your cervix. It makes you squeal at the sensation and he feels the slick run down to his balls. The cold night air made goosebumps on your skin, though, your mind not even noticing. 

“Fuck, I love the way you sound. Don’t be shy, baby.” You fully moan, more than likely the sound echoing across the bar parking lot. “That’s it.” You both were beginning to feel dizzy with love and lust. He couldn’t stop staring into your eyes. He was too immersed in them and he never wanted to look away from them again. 

“Fuck, Logan!” 

“Let go, baby. Let me feel you.” The coil finally snapped as you unleashed the precipice of your orgasm. Your body shuttered against him, all while he was singing praises in your ear. You clench around him so hard that in one thrust, he’s filling you up to the brim. He slowly pumps his salty cum into you, your body convulsing with pure ecstasy. 

You start to giggle in his arms about the whole night. Logan couldn’t help but smile too. You were just too contagious. 

“Let’s go home, Lo.”

He couldn’t help but smile brightly at the thought. He couldn’t suppress the pure joy like he normally could.

“Yeah, okay.” He whispers.

You were home to him. 

He never had to do anything alone anymore. He certainly didn’t have to deal with the demons attached to his hurt heart.

He finally had you.

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Hellfire Fucks Up

Summary: Fred fucks up BIG TIME!! He asks Druig for……his help.

It's the last thing he wants to do is ask him for anything…including help to cover his own ass.

Warning: Enemies to friends??? It's a strong word for them. Druig punching someone . criminal shenanigans.

He had no idea how he was going to fix his fuck up and this would put his crew back at least a few very expensive weapons. Kingo & Phastos we're away on a job thank fuck. He didn't need those two to worry about. What he was terrified of was Mauve.

Fred was pacing back and forth frantically.

"Fuck! I'm dead….I'm dead."

Fred was scared of one woman his partner of the past six years. She'd run him over with the fastest car in his collection multiple times if she found out how bad he just fucked up.

Fred stopped in his pacing as he thought of a solution instantly. He groaned in disgust, he knew who to ask to save his ass.

He growled.

Fred had to ask Druig….for help. The mere thought of him asking that ass for anything put a scowl on Fred's face. But it was that or face Mauve and he'd do everything to avoid that. So he went looking for the rook.

Druig was hanging outside of the bar he took the final drag of his pipe before turning the tiny machine off. The smoke leaving his lips in the warm summer air. His's brows furrowed seeing Fred walk towards him. Which was odd they didn't have any business to chat about besides that they rarely talked at all.

The only thing that kept these two from being at each others throats was Mauve. She needed both of them. So they tolerated each other because of her.

"What do you want?" Druig sneered and eyes narrowing.

Fred growled back and mumbled "I need your help."

Druig cocked his head at him.

"What?"

Fred gritted his teeth. "I need your help."

Druig started to chuckle then laugh out loud.

"Oh you must be in deep shit…what'd you do?"

Fred looked both ways then told him.

"I left a dock door open and our gear got stolen."

Druig's face opened in pure shock. And he shouted "YOU DID WHAT?"

"SHUSHHHHHH! the whole block doesn't need to know!"

"yeah…including the weapon i made to kill the Botonist."

Druig froze, and did a double take at Fred.

"Wait, you figured out how to stop the Botonist?" Druig looked at him astonished.

"You learn a lot playing with fire, including how to make a inferno deadly enough to kill a man eating plant." Fred says proudly.

Druig remembers when M got thoes scars that The Botonist gave her all thoes years ago. It racked his brain trying to gather info to take him out for years, and here was the solution in a unlikely place.

"I'll help you…but I need a ride." Fred nodded.

"I've got plenty of thoes."

A sleek black car rolled up to the curb it's handles popped out and Druig got in and the car drove off down the street.

"This car is so quiet it might as well be a ghost." Druig told.

"Thanks. It's gotten me & Mauve out of some dangerous situations."

Druig grinned.

"Oh turn here…and turn your lights off." Druig instructed.

"Keep the engine on." He told pulling up his hood and his skeleton mask down. Fred pushed buttons that turned all his lights off but the dimmers as they crawled down the abandoned street to a run down building at the end of it.

"If I'm not back in 20 came get me." Druig grabbed his weapon and put it on his pocket and slipped out of the car. Fred watched him disappear into the building. He took out his phone and started texting his next date; and Mauve. She was covering for a bartenders shift all this week while they were on vacation. So he thanked whatever God there was that she was preoccupied with work while all this happened.

Druig came back to the car rubbing his bruised fist on his shirt.

"There's a towel in the glove box." He wrapped it around his fist.

Druig let out a annoyed sigh. "Grunts are idiots."

Fred looked at him puzzled before he drove off.

"What did you do?"

"What I do best. Flatter and turn their words against them and told them their worst fears."

Fred raised brow.

"…And when that didnt work I knocked one of their brain cells out till they told me what i wanted to hear."

"I know where they are…and I've got a couple of the people from the bar to roll up and pack it away." Druig pulled out the rag from the glovebox and wrapped his hand in it.

Fred let out a sigh of relief. Maybe Druig wasnt so bad after all…maybe.

"It's all the way on the other side of Omis though, thoes grunts got far."

"Fuck."

Fred sped up to get on the freeway. He turned on his police lights and cars parted for him as he speed down the highway. Druig watched the car go from 0 to 60 to 80 to 120. He hadn't felt driving this fast and precise since Makkari's getaways. Makkari would like Fred they both have loves for insanely fast vehicles. Fred's car eventually slowed down once they got off the highway and he turned off the blue lights.

"You still in one piece over there?" Fred asked Druig.

"Your not the only speedster I know Fred." Druig disclosed.

Fred's brow furrowed. "Who's the other?"

Druig cleared his throat. "my old partner Makkari…that woman was faster that a speedin bullet on wheels."

Fred was curious and they were at least another two hours away from their destination, so he decided to just ask more questions.

"Was…is she…?"

"No, she's not dead. She just stayed with my old team to protect the youngest. Her name's Sprite."

Fred listened to Druig's story about him quitting his old team and running. He started to understand Druig more on the drive.

"that's rough man, do you think Ikaris is still hunting you?" Fred asked.

"I dont know, I havent heard anythin about him through my contacts in a long time, that's why I came back to Omis. Once I wasnt in danger I knew Mauve would be safe."

"You stayed away so she wouldn't be killed to get to you." Druig nodded.

"Damn…"

"Aye…"

"She was mad at you for a long time then…she was sad, then she got angry and went after all of Omis's most wanted list. Picking them off like flies…then she met me." Fred told. Smiling fondly.

"Who were you before you met Mauve?" Druig asked.

Fred let out a deep breath.

"Your not going to believe me mate."

"Try me, M says you have a harrowin past." Druig told dramatically.

Fred scoffed. "My entire family was frozen to death by my previous boss. All while I had my cock in a stranger."

Druig looked at Fred in shock.

"yep, and I became the heir to the richest family in Omis all while the public mourned their legacy philanthropic family…" Fred told sarcastically.

"That's fucked man…like really fucked."

"I met M when she tried to take out Dr. Artic. She failed terribly and got second degree frostbite…took her back to my place had a Dr look at her and waited for her to wake up."

"I offered her all the resources I had at my fingers. And well you know the rest."

A moment of silence fell between the two men. Before Fred broke it.

"M understood my rage. So I stood by her."

Druig nodded smiling.

"She is one talented beautiful woman."

"talented & terrifying." Fred told. Both men agreed profusely.

"Hey when we get the gear back…I could use your skills to help me plan more for the Botonist…If you can still stand my presence after this." Fred offered.

Druig nodded.

"Yeah, I'd do anythin to put that psyco six feet under."

Fred rolled up to the building next to a few other cars with their lights on. He recognized some of the people as the other assassins from the bar. One of them handed Druig some giant pliers. And he cut the locks on the door. And everyone ran into the place armed to the teeth, only to find there was no one guarding the cases of gear. Everyone grabbed stuff with Harpy's emblem on them loaded their cars and drove back to the city just as the sun started to rise.

Fred placed a long case in the trunk of his car and opened it. Druig looked at Fred with a puzzled look.

"That's a super soaker water gun…"

Fred smiled at him mischievously.

"That's the flamethrower?!…that's impressive. I bet you gave Phastos a thrill outta this one.

"It's not a normal flamethrower…this can cause class B, C and D fires. And I have different canisters of it back at the lair."

"taking the phrase light em up to a whole new level." Fred laughed.

The two men got back in the car and drove back home, with a better understanding of the other and maybe just maybe a bit of respect towards the other.

Mauve placed a drink in front of Druig and a bucket of ice. He sipped the liquid in the glass while he iced his hand; Mauve kissed his cheek. And walked towards the other end to Fred sipping his beer.

Mauve looked between the two while she cleaned her bottle opener. They didn't insult each other when they walked through the door, just a casual nod at the other.

"You two are awfully quiet this evening…What happened?" Mauve asked.

Fred shook his head, grabbing the bottle opener and reaching for another beer near him.

Druig opened the first aid kit and began to bandage his hand. When Mauve's phone rang in her pocket. She answered.

"WHAT? WHEN?"

Fred froze and began to get up and leave.

"Oh, thank fuck its all there then?"

"Ok, thanks." Mauve ended the call.

"Why did Kingo just call and ask if I knew about the robbery of our dock?" M deadpanned.

Druig looked at Fred slowly. Who was almost out the door. Mauve picked up on it and her mouth dropped.

Fred smiled nervously and ran out the door. Druig concealed his smile in the glass. Watching Mauve hop over the counter and chase after Fred. With many of the patrons of the bar laughing at their squabbling.

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Meet the new Villian of Omis City

Mauve is the Owner of Pick Your Poison a Bar that is also a cover for mercenaries and assassins. She became a Villian out of necessity.

[haravath0t]

Crazy in Love

Such a funny thing for me to try to explain

How I'm feelin', and my pride is the one to blame

'Cause I know I don't understand

Just how your love can do what no one else can

Crazy in Love — covered by Sofia Karlberg

Pairings: Loki Laufeyson x reader, Peter Parker x reader…. Kinda

Warnings: manipulation, vampiric thirst, that’s it pretty sure

A/n: this was the perfect prompt for me to finally get this idea out!! Thanks @flashfictionfridayofficial 🥰 also yes it’s September but I’m still considering this part of my Jackolanterns in July challenge cuz i was gonna write it for that lol.?Minors, ageless and blank blogs, and serial-likers DNI

Blood pumped, lively and beckoning under porcelain skin. The Adam’s apple bobbed as your painted lips left roses of pink upon the blank tapestry, tracing the prominent artery underneath. Your tongue sneaked out, flicking for just a teasing taste. How much longer could you go without? This edging was delectably unbearable.

Loki shuddered under your ministrations, his hands wrinkling the silk puffs on your upper arms as he tried to restrain himself similarly, though you’re sure his canines weren’t the thing throbbing for action. Mortal men were so cute. Eager like puppies no matter how refined a front they put up. They never changed.

Before you could slip up, accidentally show your hand far too soon (patience was surprisingly still not your virtue even after all these decades), the wrought-iron gate to your paramour’s garden slammed open with a resounding clang.

A brunet young man, with chocolate eyes crazed and bitter stormed down the path. “Unhand her, cretin!”

Loki whipped around, blocking your body with his own. “What is the meaning of this?! Who are you to demand things of me on my property?!”

“I am Peter Parker, and you will release my love at once! You even force her to wear the color she hates! I know not who you are to her, but it is nothing to the passion and love we share!”

Rage screwed Loki’s aristocratic features in the face of this barely grown boy, merely a university scholar surely, accusing his love of infidelity. “You dare imply such duplicity of a lady of her standing?”

This Peter stood his ground, chin raised. “I do! In the name of true love, the love we made night before last in my estate!” Peter’s eyes turned plaintively towards you. “Do you not remember how we held onto each other until the sun threatened to rise?”

Loki didn’t even allow you to respond to the man. “Impossible! Night before last, she and I were at the opera then took a long carriage ride back here! You are mad, man, take your delusions elsewhere before I call authorities!”

Peter blinked several times, painfully confused before settling back on anger. “You lie! She was with me. We are soulmates! And I won’t allow you to keep her from me.”

He pulled out a rapier from his side and Loki answered with unsheathing the daggers he keeps ‘neath his vest. “You come spoiling for a duel on my land, boy, you have it!”

The two men charged at each other, clashing in the middle with beastly roars. You raised your brows at the violence, pleasantly intrigued. They were already so consumed with each other, they didn’t notice as you backed away from the fray. Didn’t notice when you levitated off of the ground and perched yourself on the gazebo a ways away to give you a better view of the senseless battle.

Your head tilted as you propped your chin on your palm, your elbow on your silk and organza covered knee. “Will they only draw blood or take life, I wonder…”

A disgruntled hiss sounded beside you and you looked to see your own face, your own form, but in a shade of blue you found too sweetly innocent to wear. She grimaced similarly at the soft cherubic, pink dress you wore.

“Do not muse such things, twin. We wouldn’t want them to cut our fun short like the last pair.” She chastised you. “Be content with bloodshed.”

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☕️📸Moodboard Monday😃🍫

For this Moodboard Monday I wanted to do one for a WIP I have that’s a Judy Robinson x black!fem!reader Stardew Valley AU 🤩🤩🤩 I’ve been getting back into playing lately and I hope it gives me some inspo and motivation to got on this fic!! For now, I had fun making this 🥰🥰

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Restart

Summary: Mauve is known as Harpy now to Omis City the infamous Villian that attracts talented people like herself to the city. She's killed her way up to top dog and has made a name for herself. Druig is a free agent now and finally gets the guts to man up to her…after all these years. But, will she take him back?

Warnings: Make Up Smut, angst, Mauve making Druig prove himself in more ways than one.

Omis City was nearing dusk the sun reflected off the building windows. Sirens wailed in the background, traffic crawled through the city. A man stood on the sidewalk closed his eyes and took a whiff of the city air. It had just rained and he could smell the freshness of it.

Druig closed his eyes as memories flashed through his mind of this city. He always missed it but couldn't bring himself to return. Not after he hurt her. But things had changed he was a wanted man by his former team. And he didn't want to hide anymore especially not from Mauve. Druig took a deep breath looked both ways before crossing the street and entered a bar that was a front for assasins, mercenaries and criminals, Pick Your Poison.

He had got word that Harpy was the mastermind behind the whole thing. He had a guess it was Mauve. She always had a knack for surrounding herself with talented people good or bad. He had rebuilt his reputation as The Rook and became an informant often turning on the people just to get information. He was hella good at it. It allowed him to disappear but always have an ear to the ground on what went on in the underground.

His morals had changed drastically since his departure from the Robinhoods. And he liked it.

Druig sat on a stool at the bar top ordered a dark drink on the rocks. And asked to make it fly. The bartenders stared stiffly at him.

"What business do you have with, Harpy?" He asked.

"I'm an old friend." He told.

The bartender looked skeptical at him.

"How old of a friend are ya?" He told gruffly.

"I was there when she killed Vulture." Druig deadpanned.

The bartender went over to a wall picked up a phone. After a few moments he returned; dropped his towel and told Druig to follow him.

They meandered their way down a back hallway that had an elevator at the end. The bartender put his badge to the door and pressed a button.

"Get in."

Druig stepped inside with him. The bartender put his badge in the elevator slot and another compartment opened he pushed the button. And they rose past the concrete below.

"Penthouse." The elevator announced.

Druig stepped out of the elevator and soon the bartender was gone. There was a front door at the end of the hallway it was a modern art deco design. Druig smiled. Some things never changed. He took a gulp before ringing the doorbell, his palms were sweaty.

Mauve heard the doorbell ring and sat out two glasses on her kitchen counter top. She didn't believe what the bartender downstairs told her. But just in case it was her ex she didn't want to talk to him without a drink in her hand at least.

The doorbell rang again and Mauve decided to open it.

The past and the future seemed to collide in that moment in the doorway. Druig looked at her like a deer in headlights. Mauve held on to her door handle tightly. Moments seemed to pass by.

"Hi." Mauve spoke.

"Hey, Mauve." Druig finally found his words.

Mauve opened her door wider. "Come in, have a drink." She told.

Druig nodded and followed behind her. Her penthouse apartment was spacious with its towering windows and modern design but cosy furniture and vibes.

"This is a lot bigger than your loft in the burrow, you've stepped up." Druig compliments.

Mauve grinned softly pouring out the liquor into both glasses and sliding one to him.

Mauve spoke. "Haven't you heard I'm Queen of assassins now, and it comes with perks."

They beat around the bush with small talk for a while.

Mauve took a gulp of her drink. So many things she wanted to say but she couldn't figure out any of them so instead she asked the obvious.

"Why are you here?" She pondered.

"I should have never left you…" Druig confessed. Looking at the bottom of his drink the liquor long gone by now, and all that was left was the giant ice cube and his thoughts that were swarming in his mind for years.

"Why did you?"

"I thought it would be safer if I ran as far away as possible so Ikaris wouldn't come after you…when Ajak & Sersi were killed. He took the mantle of leader…It was fine till it wasn't."

"He turned on all of us so we decided to split up. Only Thena, Gil & Sprite stayed everyone else was MIA or fled." Mauve gestured for him to continue.

"it was easy to disappear; but it cost me…you." Druig looked up and saw Mauve. Last time he saw her was four years ago. She was thicker now, she was always short & stout. Her hips and thighs were wider, her legs were still muscular, he could see her wing tattoo peek out from under her T-shirt on her arm. It actually wasn't even hers it was his old shirt. It looked better on her anyway. Her scars looked healed but worn like old leather on her legs. She looked beautiful even though he knew she was angry right now.

"I kept tabs on you, M."

That threw Mauve off. But she continued to hold a expression of distrust.

"I heard some contacts talking about your crusades."

"I had a hunch you we're out for blood for all those scum…killing them like it was personal."

"its fuckin amazin." He chuckled then his grin faded.

"Then I saw your partner, Hellfire in a candid someone took. And I figured you moved on."

It was Mauve's turn to laugh.

"We've been through hell together, he saved my life, I've saved his, we're cleaning up this city one kingpin at a time and raising all kinds a hell as we do it." Mauve told with vindication folding her arms.

"But…we're not together." Mauve told. Druig looked at her with shock but relieved.

"I heard about the fallout of the Robinhoods from Kingo & Phastos…they work for me now." M told.

"They thought you were dead."

"I hoped you weren't, I just told myself your just really good at hiding in plain sight, like a whisper in the wind."

A flicker of hope surged in Druig's veins. She hoped he was still alive? His face softened.

"I've missed you." He whispered.

Mauve let out a breath and paused, trying to say her next words without crying.

"Show me how much…you've missed me." She responded with glassy eyes.

Druig gazed at her hopefully for a moment only a moment because he closed the space between them within seconds. He grabbed her face with both of his hands and kissed her passionately. All the emotions he held for her built up in that moment. He felt them banging at the front of his chest. Trying desperately to fall out.

Mauve wrapped her hands around his neck hand grazing the back of his neck into his hair. She dreamed of this moment many times over the years. What shed say, what'd she do her emotions all of it. But none of it was said nor remembered now. He had hurt her bad, she wanted to hate him she really did.

But you don't hate someone that you think about everyday, you don't keep old mementos of someone once they are no longer in your life. She had loved the ghost of him those years he was gone. This wasn't a dream.

She could feel his hands on her, feel his heartbeat, feel his emotion. And she didn't plan on letting go this time.

Their hands started to roam each others bodies, tugging and pulling the others clothes. both bodies on fire with passion for the other. They crashed their way to Mauve's bedroom. And she fell back on her bed.

Druig stood in-between her legs grasped her shoulders and kissed and nipped at her neck. His tongue danced over her moles and creases in her brown skin. he hummed against her skin in content. Damn he missed the way she smelled.

Mauve sighed lightly, as her hands wrapped around his torso pushing back softly. She slowly fell back on her bed her legs now dangling on the edge of her bed. Her and Druig eyes locked on each other. He wiggled out of his pants, his hands caressing over her legs fingers tracing her scars. He got on his knees and kissed her legs tracing her scars with his lips. With every kiss he looked back at her like she was the most memorizing thing he ever laid his eyes on.

Mauve felt her heart swell as he did this.

Druig continued to kiss his way up her legs till he got to her core. He pulled down her boxers and dove into her sucking her clit. Mauve gasped sharply. Druig licked her clit sloppily, his tongue was everywhere licking desperately.

Mauve's hands grabbed his hair and tugged fistfuls of it at a time. Druig let out a garbled moan. He didn't care how lewd it sounded. He wanted M to hold on & never let go of his hair, so he continued to devour her pussy.

Druig felt himself burning he humped the air beneath him. She tasted even better than he remembered. He glided his hands up the back of her thighs and sucked deeper earning him a grunt. He whined, and moaned .

Mauve felt the build up in her tummy the warmth, the release coming. She arched her back and came in moans. Druig drank it all in.

Druig rose from her core breathing heavily still holding on to her thighs, caressing them softly.

M beckoned him forward with her index finger he went willingly. She pulled him down to her to kiss him but instead she slapped him hard across his face. He didn't even flinch.

"That's for leaving." she told.

"I deserved that." Druig responded.

Mauve yanked him down by his neck to lock her lips with his. Druig laid on top of her kissing her back with his own. Both of their hearts were beating rapidly against their rib cages. They were sure the other could hear it. Druig and Mauve had many nights together in this same bed many years ago. They've cuddled, they've fucked, they've played around they've been themselves without all the responsibilities of a titles. It was a special place. Her bed represented more than anything and for her to let him even be here was monumental. He knew that and she did too. And Druig would have to prove himself to even get a chance at getting her back.

Druig laced his fingers with hers and ran his tongue across her lips. her mouth parted and their tongues danced together slowly. Savoring the taste of the other; they parted briefly to breathe and gaze at the other. Noses barely touching but sharing the same closed space.

M scooted closer up the bed while he took off his pants his cock was hard and it made her smile. Druig slid his hands up her t shirt to remove it and her body was now on full display for him. She had gotten a few more tattoos besides her bird wings thoes were on her entire right bicep it started from her shoulder to her elbow. A new one on her left forearm said; Veni, vidi, vici.

"Nice ink, it suits ya." he complimented.

She smiled.

Mauve crawled over to him grabbing his face and kissed him again her hands went up his spine and she could feel him shiver. They tangled their limbs together, lips moving languid but staying longer in places they occupied.

Druig had laid on his back pulling her onto him. He groaned deeply when he felt her hand on his cock. Looking at her with a growing smile/ soft moan on his face.

"I want you to fill me up, can you do that for me baby?" M asked still stroking.

Druig nodded. He rubbed his precum over his shaft. Mauve slung her hips over to sit on his torso. He grunted low as blood rushed to his core. M adjusted on top humming till her core found the right hole. Mauve sighed softly sliding down his shaft. While Her hands rested in his chest.

Druig moaned out like a ballon when her cunt slid down his cock. "Soooo warm, love."

M rolled softly back and forth while his hands glided up her sides. His mouth found her brown nipples. And he suckled on them like a baby.

Mauve moaned into his ear. As she rolled he thrusted up teasing her deeper parts with his cock. hums and soft lewd whine came out of Druig and pleasure filled noises came out of Mauve. She wrapped her hands around his head and dropped her head on his. She saw the sweat on his face, his eyes closed and mouth enjoying her boobs. this turned her on. Him being completely lost in her.

" sooo good Dru….sooo--" M sentence was cut off by her quickening pants and moans. Druig was thrusting up then easing back to her sheets again, and again, and again.

Her head fell in the crook of his neck. Mauve wined. Druig grunted loudly he wanted to cum so bad. He could feel his skin heat up, core burning. He was so close.

"F-Fuck, Mauve. You feel so good…every fuckin thing about ya drives me wild…"

She let him move her hips up and down. He turned them over on her side and continued to fuck her side ways for a bit before flipping over on top and quickening his thrusts.

With Every thrust he felt a explosion of emotions coming to the surface many that he hid. He framed her face with his arms staring into her amber brown eyes. sweat dripping from his chest. She stared back into his their noses grazing the other. Panting together to reach sweet ecstasy.

Mauve's back arched, toes curled her hands grabbed the sheets and she climaxed, in a satisfied cry. Druig's hips started to jerk as he came in a series of curses and moans.

Their collapsed limbs wrapped around each other as they felt their orgasms. Breathing heavily together as they came down from their high still holding on to each other as their breathing came down from rapidly beating to a resting pace.

He kissed her neck and shoulders. Now they were a sweaty mess on her bed. Druig whispered in the darkness in her ear after a long moment of silence.

"I've done a tons of things, a whole lotta good a whole lotta bad and everythin in between. And i dont regret any of it. But the one thing i regret, that haunted me was leaving you. I thought i was doing the right thing. I was scared for you of what would happen if i stuck around, i couldn't live with myself if i put you in danger after everything you've gone through, Mauve."

"I came back because…my entire being missed you. I know you dont forgive easily but I will follow you like a shadow if it means you'll take me back…I love ya Mauve. took me leavin to realize that."

Mauve turned her head to him. tears in her eyes. She sniffled.

"I love you too…But I dont trust you…You have to earn that back, do you understand Druig?"

"I will savor every ounce and inch I get, M."

With that they sealed their lips with a longing kiss filled with the emotions they had left.

the next morning...

Mauve rolled over into his back which he turned over and pulled her in without waking up, they both grinned in their sleep and dozed once again…

Later that morning Druig finally opened his eyes and Mauve was not beside him. Yawning and running his fingers through his hair. He could smell a pot of coffee and food. So he went to go find her.

Mauve was drawing on a whiteboard in the middle of her living room. It had the beginning of a plan on it. She sipped her coffee pondering. Scratching her elbows. She felt his arms wrap around her from behind. And his lips peck her neck.

"Beautiful Villains don't sleep in?" He told.

Mauve chuckled. "I scheme in my sleep, baby. It's how I get the upper hand."

Druig smirked. "That's impressive."

"Thank you."

"Did you scheme last night?"

"That's kinda hard to do when you've got someone between your legs. So no I didn't, nosey." Druig laughed.

Druig looked at her notes on the board. And hummed. Mauve looked at him curiously.

"If you've got any ideas go ahead and add them." Druig took a piece of bacon from the plate on the end table and drew lines and scrabbled in margins. While Mauve watched the shirtless man work in front of her.

"If you turn this person, on this person, you can get info on your inside man, thus making them all distrust the other…" Druig told.

"Which would make them easier to infiltrate." Mauve's mouth turned up in a smile.

"Want to help on this one? It's a crime lord the burrow over."

"For you… anythin."

When Fred waltzed into Mauve's living room and saw Druig his eyes grew wide at her.

"I'm sorry for what I'm about to to do next Mauve." He told as he marched up to Druig and punched him in the gut.

Druig kneeled over and coughed on the floor.

"Did you forgive him?" "a little bit, he's still gotta earn it back."

Fred walked back over to Druig on the ground and pulled him off the floor. Fred towered over Druig he squinted his eyes down at him.

"I know all about you man, and she may be starting to forgive you, but if you even think about fucking up. I will kill you." Fred whispered to him. An death glares in his eye.

"Don't end his life Freddie." Mauve told. Fred squinted his eyes at Druig.

"No worries Mauve there's other ways to kill someone."

"I can see why your partners in crime, you both have the crazy gene." Druig told.

Mauve cackled.

"That says a lot about you man." Fred told.

Druig smirked. It did say a lot about him indeed.

[haravath0t]

Need You Tonight

They say, "Let her go, let her go

Maybe she'll come back"

Everyone's giving me advice to move on

But they're playing our song…

— Need You Tonight by JP Cooper feat. RAY BLK

Pairing: Peter Parker x black!Reader

A/n: this was a perfect prompt to inspire me to finish this idea up! Happily so 🥰 for @flashfictionfridayofficial

Peter thought he’d made the safest bet.

His friends had been begging him to come out with them, to do something other than work and “work” and stare at the wall. Empty walls. Walls that used to hold framed pictures and art.

He had finally budged, giving in to their pleas and well-meaning advice (but no, Harry, he’s not intending to get under someone else tonight). Peter chose the venue, chose the day, all with a phantom person in mind. One that didn’t go out on Fridays and certainly not to overstimulating clubs like this.

Instead of being overstimulated himself, Peter let the chaotic lights, the palpable bass, and the deafening songs numb him. Let them numb him for over an hour as he nursed a single Long Island Iced Tea.

Then his dissociation rewarded or cursed him.

Peter was uncomfortably used to looking for you in everyone he saw. Hairstyles similar to yours, a silhouette or profile that wasn’t quite right but close enough to turn his head. So long, Peter had been playing the Almost You game that he froze as his tally hit 10 out of 10.

Definitely You swayed disinterestedly to the music, a small half-hearted smile on your lips as you held a martini glass with two hands.

And then your song came on. The one that played during your first kiss. Your smile turned bittersweet and you continued to bop, your gaze falling to the floor.

“Don’t do it, man.”

Ned’s voice came to his ear as a hand landed on his shoulder. Inconsequential. Could anything have stopped Peter from abandoning his drink, abandoning his friends and making his way over to you?

💙

Cherry and angostura sat on the tip of your tongue following another sip of your Manhattan. Bittersweet, just like your heartstrings being plucked by the song playing. It brought back memories, brought back a face that you couldn’t get away from. Masked as it always was, with an automatic x-ray vision, the visage of Spider-Man on your screen always took a backseat to the brown curls, eyes and freckles of Peter Parker.

So you did a double take when that face, that man, stood before you bathed in neon lights.

“Could I dance with you?”

To this song? Now? After seventy-six days of no contact? Not that you had been counting or anything.

Could there have been anything to stop you from tentatively nodding? Placing your hand in his and letting him lead you to the dance floor?

Despite the fast pace of the beat, Peter pulled you in close. Slow dancing in the middle of chaos with him should not have felt so right.

The song bled into another, and another, but the two of you remained, shuffling further and further away from the throng of bodies and swaying together on the outskirts.

“Can I take you home?”

His question hitched your breath, made you purse your lips against the immediate ‘yes’ they wanted to form. “I don’t think that's a good idea.”

“I just wanna talk.”

“You know we won't just talk.”

“Well if we talk about the important stuff, would that be so bad?”

“Peter….”

“Y/n, please, I need you tonight.”

You were only human, nowhere near as strong as Peter.

As you left the club together, sirens whirred close enough for you to hear in the opposite direction of your place. You looked to Peter, expecting him to look torn, to look guilty, to see the apology you were so used to on his lips.

But he just gazed steadily back at you. Unflinching. Resolute.

“I can’t be there for everyone all the time. But I want to be there for you, always.” He gripped your hand a bit and tilted his chin down the sidewalk. “Let’s get out of here.”