#and my phone case got scraped too :(

[tonyglowheart]

god the energy of tonight is. bad lmao

I fckn wiped out on the sidewalk running for the bus (there was a weird rise in the sidewalk that caught me 8) )

I mean I made the bus but that means I probably didn't need to run 8)

scraped my arm and finger, and also knee by the feel of it 8) can't check until I get to a bathroom tho so I guess I just gotta let it bleed into my jeans. my foot is also throbbing so would be gr8 if I could ice it, but I'd have to go home first, which is like an hour+

[fatkish]

Aizawa reacts to his student reader getting tortured ? Mayb they both god kidnapped by a villain while interning or smthing. Random thought that popped into my brain -🐶

I had another request that asked for a reader’s death so I hope you don’t mind that I’m going to combine the two requests.

Aizawa x Student Reader Angst

If I die Young

You and Aizawa had been working on a case involving human trafficking and missing persons from across the globe. A group of villains had been trafficking young women and you guys had supposedly found the abandoned warehouse on the fishing docks that they were using as a hideout. You decided to scope out the place without Aizawa or any backup. You scaled the roof and carefully walked atop it, careful not to make too much noise and alert any bad guys. As you walked along the roof you saw a skylight and ducked into the corner and peered into the place.

You saw a bunch of girls, maybe 15-23 in age range and about 13 of them. They were wearing the torn and dirty clothes they were likely captured in and were chained up using quirk restraining cuffs. You looked around and saw that the coast was clear. There wasn’t any bad guys in sight so they must not be here. You carefully opened the skylight and quietly and quickly descended into the warehouse and walked over to the girls.

“Hey, it’s alright, you’re safe now, I’m going to free you.” You instructed the girls on how to get out of the warehouse and gave them specific instructions on how to get back to the main road where people are. You told them to call the police as soon as they got to the main road and you gave them a bit of money to use a pay phone if needed. Once you got the last girl freed from her cuffs, you helped lead them through the warehouse and buildings towards the road. As you and the girls were nearing the exit to the docks, you saw a black van drive in and you told the girls to not move.

Realizing the kidnappers had returned, you waited for them to pass before you handed your phone to one of the older girls and told her to call the police and tell them their location and to send Eraserhead and any other pros available, and that a (hero name) needs assistance. You told the girls to run and that you would distract the traffickers while the girls got to safety.

You ran back to the warehouse and entered it to find the traffickers.

“It’s too late, the girls have been rescued and heroes are on their way. It’s over.” You stood in the doorway of the warehouse, the traffickers turned towards you as they were clearly angry about losing the girls. You watched as they pulled out their weapons and a fight began. You tried to fight and hold them off but three against one isn’t a fair fight. As you fought, you got more cuts and scrapes and one of them even stabbed you in the shoulder. As you fought against them you started to realize that this could very well be the end for you. As you were struggling with one of the guys, you failed to see another pull out a gun. You didn’t know what had happened until you heard three loud bangs and felt pain in your stomach.

You looked down to see red spots start to bloom like peonies on your abdomen. Still, even with the pain you continued to fight, knowing that you needed to stall for as much time as possible.

(Play song)

If I die young, bury me in satin

Lay me down on a bed of roses

Sink me in the river at dawn

Send me away with the words of a love song

Oh-oh, oh-oh

As you tried to fight, your movements became slow and sluggish. You were getting beat and hit a lot more now. You almost didn’t see the flashing red and blue lights. Your vision was blurry and you could hardly stand, as you fell back, a pair of strong arms caught you.

“(Hero name)! (Hero name), just hang on kid” you knew that voice. That’s the voice of your grumpy teacher Mr. Aizawa. You opened you eyes to see that you were in your teacher’s arms.

Lord, make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother

She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors

Oh, and life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no

Ain't even gray, but she buries her baby

The sharp knife of a short life

Well, I've had just enough time

Aizawa couldn’t believe it, he didn’t want to believe it. It couldn’t be true. His student, was in his arms, bleeding out and on death’s doorstep. He looked at the wounds, knowing rationally that you had already lost too much blood, but emotionally, he wanted to save you.

“Please stay with me (hero name), it’s going to be alright, the paramedics are on their way, just hold on, please”

If I die young, bury me in satin

Lay me down on a bed of roses

Sink me in the river at dawn

Send me away with the words of a love song

The sharp knife of a short life

Well, I've had just enough time

You smiled up at your teacher. His eyes were watering up with tears as you shakily held one of his hands. He tried to apply pressure to your wounds to stop the bleeding. With a soft smile you gazed up at Aizawa and spoke to him, knowing each word could be your last.

“It’s okay Eraserhead, don’t blame yourself for anything. You and I both know I won’t make it to the hospital in time…so just listen to me… thank you for everything… for being an amazing teacher and for looking out for me…don’t… don’t let.. my death… be a sad thing…. Don’t mourn my death…. Don’t focus on the loss…. Instead, celebrate the fact that I lived…. Life is short…. And tomorrow isn’t a promise, so live…. Live with meaning, live so that you don’t have any regrets….. I don’t regret….. what I did…..”

And I'll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom

I'm as green as the ring on my little cold finger

I've never known the lovin' of a man

But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand

There's a boy here in town, says he'll love me forever

Who would have thought forever could be severed by

The sharp knife of a short life

Well, I've had just enough time

As you closed your eyes, Aizawa couldn’t stop the tears from falling. He held you tight as your words sank in. Soon the other hero’s arrested the traffickers and the paramedics came and hoisted your body onto a gurney and drove to the closest hospital.

So put on your best, boys, and I'll wear my pearls

What I never did is done

A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I'll sell 'em for a dollar

They're worth so much more after I'm a goner

And maybe then you'll hear the words I've been singin'

Funny when you're dead, how people start listenin'

In the hospital, Aizawa waited outside your room as your parents came. Your mother was in tears and your father was silent. They entered your room as Aizawa could only stand there and watch as your parents grieved and cried over the loss of their beloved child. Aizawa couldn’t help but remember Oboro, his high school friend. He clenched his fists as he heard you mother’s cries.

If I die young, bury me in satin

Lay me down on a bed of roses

Sink me in the river at dawn

Send me away with the words of a love song

Oh-oh, (oh-oh)

After Aizawa got home, he couldn’t hold it in anymore and he cried over the loss of his student. He blamed himself for your death. He shouldn’t have let you go alone to scope out the warehouse. He should have gone with you. How was he supposed to tell the class that you died. What would he say. As he sat there the reality of your death slowly sunk in. He’ll never get to see you graduate. You won’t be there in class tomorrow, you won’t be in school ever again. He would never grade another of your papers. You’d never be able to make a name for yourself or start your own agency. You’ll never get to have your first taste of alcohol. You’ll never be able to get married or have kids of your own. All your hopes and dreams were gone, along with you.

The ballad of a dove

Go with peace and love

Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket

Save 'em for a time when you're really gonna need 'em, oh

The sharp knife of a short life

Well, I've had just enough time

As time passed, your funeral was set and of course. aizawa went to it. He was terrified that your parents wouldn’t let him say his goodbye but he was surprised when they welcomed him and politely asked if he would be able to talk about you, talk about how you were as a student. They didn’t want to pressure him if he didn’t feel up to it, but he believed it was the least he could do.

As Aizawa spoke about how you were as a student. He spoke about how he enjoyed having you in class, how you were a bright student and had a bunch of potential. He talked about how he watched you grow stronger. After he spoke, he placed a single white lily in your hand. And as the funeral ended, he watched as your casket was lowered into the ground and dirt was placed atop it. Slowly covering your casket. Aizawa would never forget you, as long as he lived, he’d remember the student that he lost.

So put on your best, boys, and I'll wear my pearls

(Oh my gosh, I cried while writing this. I hoped you liked it.)

[luveline]

as a kid i was so scared of my parents splitting up, what if roan learns someone in her class’ parents are divorcing and it sends her spiralling thinking she’d never see reader again?

thank you jade 💛

thank you for requesting lovely ♡ eddie and roan (almost) stepmom!reader, 2k

"Yeah, I got the expensive kind," you're saying, phone sandwiched between your ear and your shoulder, a knife held loosely in your hand. "I don't wanna make it wrong." 

Roan can vaguely hear the rumble of her Uncle's voice on the other side giving reassurances. 

You scrape the blade of the knife against the cutting board. "I know. I know, Wayne, I swear, just… I hardly ever make him dinner and this is our last anniversary before we get married, and– I know. Sorry, that's– I know, you don't mind, it's just–" 

Roan attaches herself to your hip like an octopus, looking up at you as you look down. You smile at her, putting your knife flat to stroke her hair. 

"She's right here," you say, "she's helping me… okay. Thanks, Wayne, you're the best. See you tomorrow. Alright, I will. Bye." 

You put your hand behind Roan's shoulder and walk her with you to the phone. As soon as you've hung it back on the hook, you scoop her up to hold against your chest, even if she's getting longer and longer every day. "Hey, babe. Uncle Wayne says he loves you and he missed you today. He wants to make you dinner tomorrow, so we'll find your nice blue dress tonight and put it in the wash." 

Roan flops her face against your neck. "I love him too." 

"He knows." You press your cheek to hers briefly. "Okay, you wanna sit on the top with me and I'll finish making today's dinner?" 

Roan's happy to sit on the counter and swing her legs as you finish making the pot pie. It's one of Eddie's favourites because his mom used to make it a couple of times a month, and so it's one of Roan's favourites, her lips quirked with excitement as you chop onions, carrots and celery into small pieces for the frying pan. 

"I love the carrots," she says. 

"Yeah?" You uncap the cooking oil to pour a generous splash into the pan. "Want me to put extra in? I don't mind." 

Roan nods enthusiastically. "Yes!" 

She's happy watching you cook at first, but she gets quieter as you finish up. By the time the pie is in the oven she's picking at her little nails, shards of polish in her lap like powdered sugar. 

"You okay?" you ask, wiping your hands clean. She shrugs. You shrug back. "What's that mean?" 

"I'm thinking." 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah." Roan pokes her toes into your thigh. 

"Well, daddy's home soon, but you know you can tell me." 

"Mm," she hums, holding out her hand. You don't take it, folding her into your arms for a hug instead. 

It would usually make her feel better, but Roan feels ten times worse as you soften your tone to a less cheerful murmur, "Got another tummy ache?" 

"Not that." 

"What is it?" you ask. 

She hides her face in your shoulder, pert nose to your soft shirt. 

"You don't have to tell me," you whisper. "Sorry. I'm not trying to pressure you, I promise, I just love you." You turn saccharine again, patting her back as you dote excitedly into the top of her head. "Love you love you love you!" You punctuate with a kiss, and Roan starts crying. 

—

Eddie's startled but not too worried to get home to the sound of Roan crying. She certainly cries less and less now that she's getting older, but children cry so often that he doesn't think it's worth panicking over. 

He can hear you already on the case as he peels out of his sweaty coat and boots. "That's not going to happen," you comfort, voice bouncing off of kitchen tile, the hum of the oven like a baseboard. "It's hard to believe me, but it won't. Me and daddy are super happy." 

His eyebrows rise of their own accord. "Hello?" he asks, moving down the hallway and into your bright kitchen. 

Roan sits in the shadow of a corner cabinet, hunched over her knees with her face held up by defeated hands, tears wetting her rosy cheeks. You stand in front of her with your hand on shoulder, bent to her eye-level, glancing sideways at him momentarily before you say, "Look, dad's home. He's gonna say the exact same thing as me, I swear. Should we ask him?" 

Eddie takes the mantle by your side, quick to rub the tears from Roan's cheek with his pinky. His hands aren't clean enough for anything more. "What's wrong?" he asks. 

"Nothing," Roan says, her voice strangled by a big sob. 

"Babe!" Eddie laughs, half-hearted. "I can see something's super wrong. I might be a dumb boy, but I know when my girl's upset, don't I?" 

"You're not a dumb boy," Roan says. 

"Oh. Thank you, Ro." 

"You're a dumb man." 

"Very funny." He combs unruly coils of dark hair behind her ear, finger following down the curve to her shoulder. "Quick, tell me what's wrong. Just tell me. Rip it off like a bandaid." 

"It's silly," Roan murmurs. 

"Says who?" 

"Says me." 

"Oh," Eddie says, giving you a look to make sure it's alright before he monopolises her attention. You raise your hands with a small smile, as if to say, Please. "Come here, me. I'm gonna have to squeeze this out of you, huh?"

He leans back, shifting her weight against his hip, arm stretched over the breadth of her back. He's not smug, but it does bring a satisfaction to see how swiftly she calms down once he's holding her. It's a familiar picture, Eddie with his lips to her forehead, a crease between his brow just like Uncle Wayne's as he rubs her back, and Roan, a mirror image of her father, palpable relief in her hands as they tangle in his hair. Less familiar but getting there is you at their side, your cheek on Eddie's shoulder and your hand on his elbow.

"What's it gonna take to let me in on the secret?" he asks. He's making a spoiled child accidentally, always bribing and bartering for good behaviour. 

"Nothing…" Her mumbling tickles his cheek as she shifts around. "I'm worry‐ing," —her voice skips over the word, like a hiccup— "about something because of Stacy." 

"Oh yeah? What did Stacy do?" 

"She said her mom, um, her mom said she's getting a divorce. That Stacy won't see her dad again, and it'll just be her and her mom." 

Eddie doesn't judge people much. He can't imagine caring about other people's divorces when Roan was born from a fling and pretty much left on his doorstep —circumstances don't determine your kid's happiness alone. He does worry for Stacy, and his poor empathetic little girl. 

"That's terrible, bubby," Eddie placates, patting her back. 

"It's– well, it's– I'm…" Roan huffs. 

"Whatever you tell me is fine, promise. No grounding, no telling off."

"I know, daddy, it's just hard to say." 

Eddie feels himself physically melt. 

He leans back against the kitchen counter and shifts her against his stomach. His arms burn with the effort of keeping her secured to him, and he's not loving her sad tone —the quicker he finds out what's wrong, the better. He peeks over her head at you for hints. 

You're uncomfortable, shifting from one foot to the other like your feet hurt. 

"What?" he asks you. 

You clear your throat. "I think she's worried about me. If something happened between us, she's worried she won't see me again." 

Eddie would like to think after two years of loving his daughter, watching her grow, and all together being a cherished and irreplaceable part of her life and her support system, that you'd find it impossible to leave her. Even if you left Eddie, you wouldn't leave Ro. He knows that. But only two years… he knows you'd love Roan even if he screws things up, but he can't promise her that things would be the same, because they wouldn't be. 

That's not what she's asking, though.

"What, you think you won't see Y/N anymore?' Eddie murmurs, rubbing her back. 

"She's not my full mom," Roan whispers. 

Eddie reaches past Roan to squeeze your elbow. "You know, that doesn't matter, honey. And after the wedding–" 

"You call me mom for a reason, right?" you cut him off. 

Roan lifts her head from Eddie's. "Yeah." 

"Okay, so, say me and dad get married, and then by some impossibility we realise we can't stay married, will you love me less?" 

"No," Roan says with a pout. 

"I wouldn't love you any less, either. I didn't know I could love someone this much 'til I met you," you say, voice scratchy like you're talking past gravel. "So things would change, but not how much I love you. I'd still see you." 

You sound tentative. Eddie's way less hesitant. "Of course you'd still see each other. Babe, if me and mom break up it'll be because I did something stupid, so you'd see her every time I tried to apologise." He grins at you. "How long do you think it would take you to forgive me?" 

"Depends on what you did." You smile fondly. "Probably not long, Munson." 

"I have a weird feeling we're gonna last." 

Roan sniffles. "I just don't want mom to move away," she says. 

You and Eddie have already spoken about this. Serious but not sombre, on your backs in bed. You're not just marrying me, Eddie'd said, terrified of how much he wanted you to say certain things, and how you might not say them at all. This isn't just a promise to me. I know how much I'm asking from you, it's not a small thing. I won't blame you if you can't say yes, but this is… she's my world. 

I already said yes. And I knew what I was saying yes to, you'd replied, holding your hand up above you, the two of you staring in wonder at the ring on your marriage finger. I promise, Eds. I won't let either of you down. 

"Where do you think I'm going, princess? Me and dad are so happy. I'm staying right here stuck to his hip for the rest of time, but only if you're gonna stick to mine." You duck your head to touch your noses together briefly. "I'm not going anywhere." 

"Promise?" 

"Promise you." He swears you're twisting your engagement ring, but he can't quite see. "Can I have her?" you ask. 

"Sure. My noodle arms are about to snap anyway." 

"Noodle arms," you repeat, stealing Ro from him smoothly. "Yeah, right." 

He flexes appreciatively at your comment. 

Roan snuggles up to your neck, little face in the curve of it, her arms curling around you. You hold her tight and bend back under her weight, an arm against her thighs and another behind the small of her back, hand twisted up to brush her curls. 

"Love you," you say softly. You're smiling like you've got everything you ever wanted. "Maybe if me and daddy break up I can just take you with me." 

"Yeah!" Roan says with a gasp. 

Eddie rolls his eyes. "Whatever, girls. Neither of you can cook, you know that? Maybe tonight you guys can practise your new life together by not eating the dinner I'm gonna cook." Time to lighten the mood, lest Roan spend a special night lethargic. 

You beam at him. "I already made dinner. Happy anniversary, handsome." 

You exchanged gifts and kisses already that morning before work, but Eddie's happy to accept another quick kiss over Ro's shoulder. He dots one on his daughter's cheek to keep things fair. 

"Lucky us, huh?" he says to Ro. 

He's not strictly talking about dinner, and it's cheesy, but you light up like a Christmas tree. "Lucky me." 

[thollandneedy]

Don't you know- Peter Parker

A/n: Nah 'cause that fucking happened to me last week and i HAD TO write about it (Ofc with very different context and description). Btw, i listened to "Don't you know" by James Young while writing it, in case someone likes to listen to music while reading

Warnings: Swearing and smut

Summary: Peter and Y/n get stuck on traffic, but that doesn't mean that it have to be boring...

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"Shut up" Y/n exclaims, smiling at her boyfriend.

"I told you May, would get me one," Peter comments, crossing his arms and looking sideways at the girl next to him, who seems to be enchanted by the small black car the boy had gotten for his eighteenth birthday.

"It's so cute! I love it." The girl laughs, walking a few steps forward and leaning her weight on the open window, so that she can see the details of the car her boyfriend had won.

"Say goodbye to meters and borrowed cars. Now I'm a new man." Peter walked to the front door, opened it and sat down in the driver's seat. His body slouches forward, reaching out and pulling the door open so that his girlfriend can get into the car too. "And I'm going to take my dear lady for a ride in this little beauty here" The brunette put both hands on the steering wheel.

May had always been a hard-working woman, and supporting her nephew when the boy's parents died had become a kind of livelihood so that she could have the energy to work. Due to financial difficulties, Peter didn't have anything above his aunt's budget, but after a promotion, she had finally managed to scrape together enough to give her nephew a car. Stark had also helped with some of the finances and to make the car more powerful than it already was, so it was a gift from both of them to the hero.

Y/n put on her seatbelt, pulling one of its sides until she could feel the pressure against her body. The girl slipped one of her free hands over Peter's hand, which was on the automatic gearshift, allowing him to give it to her after shifting into gear and continuing his journey. Late evening in New York was slowly falling, as the orange light from the buildings reflected off the crowded streets during rush hour. A few bars and restaurants were starting to open, and Peter had his plan to take his girlfriend out for a bite to eat and then park their conversations in an empty parking lot so that they could also get some alone time. The girl took off her two shoes, crossed her legs covered by jeans, and opened Spotify on her transparent cell phone with a Polaroid photo of the two of them.

"Can I put on a song?" The girl asks.

"Sure, love." Peter updates the car's multimedia while his girlfriend searches for something to listen to. 

"So, tell me. Who chose the car? Did you know you'd win?" The girl rests her hands on her lap.

"May had commented that one day she would give me everything I asked for, but it was never something I cared much about. She got a promotion at the hospital, and consequently her salary increased. Ever since I turned 16, she was raking it in." Peter comments without taking his eyes off the street.

"So you're going to be my private driver?" Y/n asked jokingly, causing the brunette to check his eyes in response.

"As far as I know, you have a driver's license." The hero laughs.

"Why would I drive if now you can take me wherever I want? I thought that was the definition of a passanger princess." The girl put her hand to her chest in an attempt to express surprise.

"Oh yes! Of course." Peter laughs.

(...)

"I'm literally going to explode," Peter says, opening the restaurant door so that his girlfriend can get out first. 

"Tell me about it." The girl says, putting her hand on her stomach and then looking at the time on her cell phone. "Fuck, we've got to get going. My parents will kill me if I'm late on a weekday."

"I thought they'd take it easy on you after eighteen." Peter takes the car key out of his pocket.

"They trust me, but still, we live in New York and they're worried." The girl shrugged, unable to contradict her parents.

"I'll take care of you, kitten. You're safe from the dangers of the night when you walk with me." Peter says proudly, causing a low chuckle from his girlfriend who was walking with her arms crossed.

"Of course! Let's pull you out of the superhero closet and tell my parents that I'm dating a guy who could have an accident at any moment in a fight with evil, technological villains." Y/n opens the car door, then sits down again.

"I think it's a great idea. We can let them know that you'll be moving in with me when I pass MIT, and we'll live in a house in the country with two kids and a dog." Peter comments, closing the car door and continuing his journey.

The white lights of the streets, together with the moon, gave the teenagers an unreal feeling. That feeling that the world isn't real, and their existence is just another speck in the middle of several grains of sand on a beach called the universe. The car drove slowly, on purpose, as Peter didn't want his girlfriend to leave. A slow song was playing on Y/n's Bluetooth, which responded to the music by diverting its eyes from the multimedia system implanted in the center of the car's dashboard. 

Peter laughed out loud when he read the name of the playlist the song was part of

"Really? Sexy guilty pleasure? That's the name of your sex playlist?" Peter makes fun of his girlfriend, who stares at him while holding in her laughter.

"In my defense, I started it when I was 16 and I haven't changed it because I find the name comical." The girl smiles as she says it, remembering when she had started exploring the literary universe of hot scenes in books that seemed innocent.

"Your sex life is comical, Y/n." Peter laughs, but then realizes what he's just said, and also jokes about himself without realizing it.

Y/n laughs out loud

"You're terrible at insults." The girl nods, looking at the passing streets like a drawing blurred by the speed of the car.

"Why haven't I ever heard that playlist?" The brunette lowered his eyes again to the name of the playlist playing in his car.

"I use it from time to time to read, or even when I... well... you know." Peter feels the blush rising to his cheeks.

His sex life with Y/n was almost restricted, and could even be considered for those over 14 if they were to classify it. Peter and Y/n hadn't had sex yet, let alone talked about it openly since their time together was considerably short. Even when they were friends, the subject of sex had never come up, unless they were in a circle of older friends and both were drunk. But even in this state, it seemed like a great sin to talk about sex. 

"Really?" Peter swallows dryly, stopping at a red light and running both hands down his dark-wash jeans.  "And what's that like?"

Y/n sucks in a breath when she hears her boyfriend's question. Their eyes meet, then dart away again in an attempt to make the conversation as awkward as possible. Y/n never had a problem talking about sex, but when it came to Peter, even his presence made her nervous.

"When I..." The girl tries to finish the sentence, really being precise in asking if he was asking about what she does in the long hours alone at night while Peter is asleep.

The boy can hear his girlfriend's heartbeat increasing and her throat swallowing. 

"That's it." He cuts her off.

The light turns green, and the blaring horn of a car cuts through the tension created between the two. Peter turns his eyes to the busy streets, while Y/n searches for confidence in herself. 

She looks at him out of the corner of her eye.

Gray shirt clinging to her toned muscles

Tight pants drawing her ass in perfectly

Puffed-out chest

Perfectly wavy hair

Her legs cross over each other, shrinking her body.

“Holy fuck” Peter thinks when he saw his girlfriend crossing her legs 

"It's nice. I like listening to music and closing my eyes, because I seem to get lost in time and sensation." The girl says, still silently watching hers boyfriend's reaction. "I like being without anything on my body. Just the cold sheets because of the air conditioning I turn on, so I don't sweat so much."

Peter pressed the steering wheel against his hands

"And what do you think about?" The boy asks as if his words were sailing over brittle ice.

Y/n takes a deep breath, turning half her torso towards her boyfriend.

What was she thinking?

Perhaps the times her parents went out on business, and the couple found themselves on the sofa taking off only their blouses. Or when she first felt Peter hard while she was on his lap kissing him

When he came out of the shower with just a towel tied around his waist, and his hair dripping with cold water. 

When he used his index finger to touch her chin, and pull her into a kiss

Those same fingers that could touch you so deeply that your legs would collapse without the strength to stand up, and he would pick you up to use you once again as whatever he wanted you to be. Only he could make you feel so wet that you didn't want his touch so close for fear of losing the track.

"You"

Peter feels his cock against the factory of his underpants.

"Tell me about what." His voice comes out sultry, as if for a few seconds, he had put his shame aside. "I want to hear you, love," the brunette asked, taking one of his hands off the gearshift and slowly reaching for Y/n's hand, which was resting on his thigh with the cell phone.

Peter had never acted or spoken like that, but he couldn't deny to himself that he wanted more. He always wanted more, not even if he had to imagine tasting his girlfriend's sweetness. His cock was throbbing against his pants, and he could feel it twitching inside them, while his breathing made a point of being nervous. Feeling Y/n on his fingers, wrinkling them with the groove of his cum, or even thinking about the sensation of his walls meeting his cock, made him lose his shame in seconds. 

When he thought about it, it was something extremely out of touch with reality, but everything he wanted to do, fortunately the initiative had to come from him. Hearing from his own girlfriend that she masturbated thinking about what he was doing was like raising the hackles of a king

The car seemed to get smaller and smaller, and not even the wind in the air could stop them both wanting to take off their clothes. The leather seat seemed to cling to their sweaty skins, searching for something to hold them inside the car. For Y/n, she couldn't describe whether the situation was good or bad, as her sexual experiences had not been very positive during her teenage years.

"I think of your touch. That time we kissed, and I could feel you brushing past my thigh and slowly trying to find my clit." The girl adjusted her posture in the chair, letting her legs relax as well as her posture.

Peter, for his part, could feel everything she was feeling. His powers allowed him to see that she was getting more and more comfortable in the seat because her hard-on was increasing with every double entendre word that was directed at her, and it was a very interesting game to play in the car during a post-work commute in New York. The cars moved slowly, and even if the clock asked them to go faster, they didn't want to. 

"Did you like it?" One of Peter's fingers slid down, tracing a straight line between the upper part of Y/n's thigh.

"Uh-huh." The girl commented, seeing that her hand had now lost the warmth of his touch, so that her body could feel it. 

"Me too." Peter comments, allowing his whole hand to touch Y/n's thigh, squeezing it briefly as a silent sign of confirmation that everything was okay. Then, his middle finger traced a line down the middle of her legs, causing a low moan to escape Y/n's mouth, who, still embarrassed, allowed her legs to spread further apart. The hero's cock was begging to be touched, but this wasn't the first time he'd thought of doing it. His plan had always been to let things happen naturally, but he was also smart enough to know that now with a car, he had more freedom.

"Peter." Y/n's hand finds his fist. "And if anyone sees. There are traffic cameras that can...

"The windows are tinted." Parker comments, looking directly at his girlfriend's breasts which were becoming more and more exposed against her clingy blouse. " Are you okay?"

"Please." Y/n begs in a sly request, drawing a naughty smile from the brunette. 

His index finger fingered his girlfriend's wet spot against the factory of her pants, putting pressure on the girl who relaxed her body against the seat. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other between his girlfriend's legs, Peter grunts to himself.

"Fuck, Y/n. You... you have no idea how much I've wanted to touch you for months." Peter confesses, biting his lip as he feels the girl roll against his fingers and lay her head back on the bench. 

"You have?" The girl gasps.

"We've never been able to spend much time alone, and I've always refused to do anything because... fuck... I can't want to fuck you," Parker confesses, trying to balance the car, his hard-on and his girlfriend at the same time.

Y/n feels her feet fall from the stereotypical virgin pedestal she has built for herself. Peter had never been a saint, and as hard as it was to believe because of his cute face and lack of girl-talking skills, he was still a male teenager who had desires and wishes repressed by shame. 

"Peter." Y/n groans lowly, gripping the hero's wrist tightly as he manages to find her weak spot.

A satisfied smile came from his lips as he began to make circular movements, causing the girl to moan a little louder. Y/n lowered her eyes to the pants that suddenly seemed to be tighter than usual on hers boyfriend. His decency as a person had gone, and all she could think about was tasting him and making him feel so good that he spoke his name out loud without caring if anyone heard.

"Yes. Speak my name, Y/n." The brunette asked, continuing his movements, but increasing the speed.

The friction was intense, and it would have been easy for her to finish right where she started, but her sense of justice and pity tried to speak louder.

"I wanted to touch you." Y/n exposed, staring shamelessly at the bulge in Peter's pants. 

"You talk so innocently as if you didn't want me to be fucking you with my fingers on this very bench." Peter lets out a sarcastic laugh, denying it to himself, and casting a longing glance at him.

Y/n's walls contract as he speaks, as if his body had a will of its own and felt empty when he had nothing to satisfy his carnal desires. 

"I can hear your heart racing, darling." Peter takes his hand off the wheel for a moment, squeezing his hard cock as a form of relief.

Removing the hand that was between his girlfriend's legs, he adjusts the rearview mirror and looks both ways down the avenue. 

"Why did you stop?" The girl straightens her posture in concern.

"I need you now."

"What?" Y/n swallows dryly.

"I want to have sex with you now. Do you?" Parker asks angrily.

Without thinking, Y/n replies:

"I want to" 

"Okay." The boy shifts into gear so that he can change lanes and find another road that leads further away. In a moment of anxiety, the car dies. "Fuck!" Peter curses, drawing a nervous smile from his girlfriend.

"Let's get out of here, Parker. I'm dying to get a taste of you."

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You were straddling Spencer’s lap, his tie loosened around his neck as his fingers clamped on your hips as his lips left a trail of kisses down your neck. He’d just gotten back from a case that had taken him away from you for two weeks and the second he walked through the front door, you were on him.

‘I missed you,’ you whined as his lips brushed against your jaw before moving up to capture your lips in his once again.

‘I missed you too,’ he replied, his voice muffled by your lips. Without realising it, Spencer had begun to buck his hips against you and you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your lips when you felt his cock pressing against you.

‘I can tell,’ you teased, grinding your hips down on him for a second before jumping off of his lap, a whine escaping his throat at the loss of contact. You were quick to pull your jeans and panties down your legs. Catching on, Spencer quickly got rid of his trousers and you couldn’t help but giggle slightly at the sight of him sitting on the sofa with no trousers or underwear but his shirt still done up. Climbing back on his lap, you had an idea.

‘Why don’t we film it?’ you asked as your lips moved to his neck, scraping his skin with your teeth and soothing the marks with your tongue.

‘What do you mean?’ Spencer asked, pulling his head back to look at you, a confused frown appearing on his brow.

‘You know, we could film ourselves,’ you said, shrugging and looking down as you spoke, your fingers absent-mindedly playing with the buttons on his shirt, not quite undoing them. ‘It could give us something to watch when you’re away?’

‘Like a sex tape?’

‘Yeah,’ you replied, leaning in to press a kiss to his neck again. ‘What do you think?’

‘We should give it a go,’ Spencer said, reaching up to press his lips against yours, his tongue sweeping across your bottom lip. You smiled against his lips and blindly reached out to grab your phone from the arm of the sofa before breaking the kiss to find the camera and set it up so that it caught you both in the frame.

‘You ready?’ you asked softly.

‘Just press play,’ Spencer said impatiently, hauling you back into his lap. Clicking the record button, Spencer began to thrust against you again, making whines spill from your lips. ‘Hold on, baby,’ you whimpered, lifting yourself up slightly before lining Spencer’s cock at your entrance and sinking down on him, giving yourself a couple of seconds to adjust to him before you started bouncing on his lap.

You pulled his tie off of his neck before your hands landed on his chest, your fingers making quick work of undoing his buttons, your hands sliding around him once the buttons were out of the way. Spencer automatically went to shrug the shirt off of his shoulders however, you were quick to hold the shirt in place, preventing him from taking it off. ‘Keep it on,’ you said breathlessly, rolling your hips against him.

‘What?’ he asked, chuckling lightly, confused.

‘You look hot like this,’ you replied before swivelling your hips again, making Spencer groan and grab your hips.

‘I’m close,’ he whimpered and you brought both of your hands up to cup his face, leaning down to kiss him softly.

‘Then cum for me, pretty boy,’ you whispered in his ear and that was all it took for Spencer to buck his hips up into you one more time before filling you up.

Spencer’s hand moved down your body as he rubbed circles on your clit with his thumb as you let your orgasm was over you. Once you had both come back down, you curled up on his lap, his fingers running softly up and down your back, you realised that the camera was still videoing and you tiredly reached over to press the stop button.

‘We should do that again,’ Spencer said, sending you a lazy smile as you tucked your head back under his neck.

‘Definitely,’ you replied, sighing happily and pressing a kiss to his chest. ‘Though next time, maybe you can use that big brain of yours to solve the case quicker, so you’re not away as long?’

You felt him chuckle and press a kiss to the top of your head. ‘I’ll try my best.’

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My Favorite Underdog

Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

TW: established relationship?? Hobie's not Spider-man in this, just some dude, cursing, something about domestic, no powers, underdog Hobie just has my heart I love it so much

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You sat down at your desk one lonely night, scrolling through your phone in the dim light emanating from your table lamp. You were tired, but a few more minutes wouldn't hurt, right? You needed to relax, especially after such a stressful day at school.

The rain was pouring outside, making your room seem even toastier with the contrast between freezing cold and a blanket-covered warmth enough to make your head dizzy and your eyes droop.

The patter of raindrops on your window was loud enough to keep you awake though, loud enough that they sort of sounded like knocks.

Oh wait...they were knocks.

You glanced over at the window only for your quaint little moment of domesticity to be completely overturned by the sight of your boyfriend, soaked in blood and rainwater, feverishly tapping at your window in an attempt to be let in.

You practically leapt towards the window, pushing it open and pulling the poor man in while he coughed, ripping his mask off in one fell swoop. "Jesus, took you long enough to notice me-" he said snarkily, leaning against you while you shut the window again.

"What are you doing here? What happened?" You exclaimed, sitting him down on the bed. "Got into another fight." he shrugged nonchalantly, sitting up straight with a slight wince. "Not my best idea, considering that there were three of them."

"Three?" you exclaimed, grabbing your first aid kit (that you always had to keep on hand now thanks to him) from above your dresser and kneeling in front of him. "Are you bloody insane?"

"They wouldn't leave this poor bloke alone! Fucking threatening him like they were part of some gang- stupid wannabes" he scoffed, folding his arms over his chest, only for you to immediately shove them back to his sides so you could pull his shirt over his head.

"They got you good." you said, wincing as you ran your hands over the purple bruises lining his chest. "I don't think there's any internal bleeding, but these are gonna leave some nasty scars."

"Nice. I'll look even cooler shirtless." he said with a grin, leaning down towards you slightly. "What are you doing up at this hour? It's past midnight."

"You're in no position to make remarks about my choices." you replied, rolling your eyes at him as you began to bandage up the little cuts scraping his shoulders and back. He looked like he'd been dragged across the floor, which he probably was. Normally you'd ask, but he seemed like he was in enough pain already. "You can't keep getting into fights like this, 'Bie. You're gonna get yourself hurt."

"Yeah, yeah I know." he said annoyedly, leaning back. "I'm no superhero. I just- I don't know, seeing that poor kid getting bullied like that...I couldn't just stand by and watch!"

"I know, I know." you cooed, cupping his face gently so you could look over the bruises littering his skin. "Shame that you got your pretty face all messed up too."

He scowled teasingly. "I asked them specifically to leave my face alone." he said, smiling at you. He leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours before immediately pulling back with a hiss. "Damn. Hurts to even touch it." he muttered, raising a finger to gingerly pat the bruise on his face.

"I think I have ice." you said sympathetically, walking back over to the little mini fridge in your room where you kept ice packs, just in case he got into one of his little fights (which happened almost every day now).

He just grinned, his eyes raking over you appreciatively as you bundled up the little lump of ice in a plastic bag before plopping down on the bed next to him and pressing it to his cheek where the bruise was reddest.

"What did I do to deserve you?" he hummed, gazing at you with the most starstruck smile. "I think you have a concussion." you told him in an unamused tone, picking up his hand to make him hold the ice pack himself before checking the back of his head to see if there were any more wounds.

He nodded forward slightly to let you sift your hands through the thick hair on the back of his head, searching for any signs of blood. Nothing. "I think...you're good." you told him, glancing at his neck for good measure before letting him pull his head back.

"Thanks Doc." he said with a smile before taking his chance to lean in and kiss you. "Guess I owe you, huh?"

"Yeah, you've owed me for a long time." you scoffed, letting him push you down against the mattress while he kissed your cheek and jaw. "I don't expect you to start making up for it now."

"I could make up for it." he murmured, lips tracing against your skin as he pulled you up slightly. "Let me kiss you."

"You're gonna hurt yourself-" you protested, arms wrapping around his neck as he shifted his weight onto you again, large hands loosely holding your waist. He just smiled, shaking his head before kissing you once, twice, three times, never wanting to let go.

You could barely move with all his weight pressed down onto you like this, practically suffocating you in his arms. It always amazed you how someone so lanky could be so heavy. "Hobie-" You mumbled out against his lips as he kept pressing them against yours, hands cupping your face as he hovered over you. "Yeah?" he asked dazedly.

"You have to rest." you told him, putting a hand over his mouth when he opened it to protest. "I already know you're gonna get beat up more tomorrow, so just sleep, okay?" He scoffed, leaning back and plopping down onto his back. "Fine." he huffed.

He pulled you into his arms the moment you reappeared at his side and hugged you, laying back onto the pillow completely. "Stay here with me?" he asked, kissing your forehead.

"It's my bed, you twat" you scoffed, propping yourself up slightly to gaze down at him. "But yes. I'll stay with you tonight, baby." you added, voice softening slightly as you leaned down to kiss him, hair falling over your shoulder.

"I love you, you know that right?" he grinned, letting his head fall back as you slowly pulled your lips away from his, brushing your hair behind your ear. "I love you too, 'Bie."

You couldn't help but reach your hand out towards his face, pinching his cheek gently while his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "My little underdog." You cooed, kissing his cheek.

"I am not an underdog!" He protested with a huff, pushing your hand off his cheek and grabbing you by the waist again, leaning in for a real kiss. "So you don't like it when I call you baby?" You teased, cupping his face.

His gaze faltered slightly. "I do." he admitted, a wry smile on his face. "But there's a difference between calling me baby, and calling me an underdog." he said with a slight scoff. "You can call me baby."

"Yeah, cuz you're just a baby." You smiled, tapping his nose. "Oh, shut up." he muttered with a half-smile, pulling you into his arms. "I'm still bigger than you. And stronger."

You laughed, kissing his shoulder as he wrapped you into his arms. "I love you, 'Bie."

"I love you too."

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Aaron can hear you moving about in the kitchen when he gets home.

It’s something he’s had a hard time getting used to, the intimacy of it all. The sound of pots clanging and spoons scraping dishes as you stir things. It’s the reminder of having someone there, of never really being alone. Sure, he’s not used to it, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He’s good at being quiet, has to be for his job, so he shuts the door softly behind him and toes off his shoes. Sneaking down the hall, he spots you through the doorway of the kitchen, your hair up, back of your neck exposed.

Hotch leans a shoulder against the doorframe and watches you cook for a little, the stress of the day sort of melting away as he does.

You only catch him when you turn around, jumping and dropping the spoon you’d been holding onto the counter. “Aaron!” His name is dragged out in a whine, “you’ve gotta stop doing that.”

“Watching you cook?”

“Using your agent feet on me.”

He huffs a laugh at that one, a smile spreading over his face freely the way they seem to spread around you.

“Whatcha making?”

“Just some pasta. You wanna help?”

You offer him an apron, the neck dangling from your fingertips. Aaron takes it easily, tossing it over his button up that he’d worn to work. It’s a funny juxtaposition, the crisp state of his shirt and the stained canvas he wears over it.

“Where do you want me, chef?”

Whenever Aaron’s gone, you tend to worry and worry. That he’ll get hurt, that he’ll get tired of juggling you and his work. Then, he comes home to you, putting on your apron without complaining, and you’re not so worried anymore, because it makes sense. Having him beside you makes sense.

You grin at him over your shoulder, now turned back to the boiling water on the stove, “there’s some veggies in the fridge if you wanna cut those?”

“‘Course.”

As he walks behind you to get to the fridge, he pauses to push a kiss into the side of your neck, his arms weaving around your waist. You lean into his touch like an instinct, like there’s a string that shortens whenever he’s near, tugging the two of you towards each other.

You’re lucky to get him this way. Where everyone else sees Hotch, you only see Aaron.

Conversation comes easy as you cook together, Hotch getting a cutting board and setting himself up at the counter next to the stovetop. Not the most functional spot, but it’s the one closest to you, so he chooses it anyway.

Aaron’s not one to open up quickly. He doubts himself, questions whether he’ll be too much for the other person, worries that they’ll get fed up with his scattered schedule and leave. And then he met you and things were different.

He’d had to cancel your second date because of a case, and you’d barely blinked, telling him on the phone that the anticipation will only make it so much better, that it isn’t his fault and you’d be there when he got back. You said all of the right things and he sent you flowers and that was the start of the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

Now, you live together and your toothbrushes share the same countertop and it might not be perfect all of the time but it’s as close as possible, he thinks.

“Hey. Try this for me?” You’re holding out a spoon, a little bit of pasta sauce on the end, your free hand cupped underneath it to catch any that might fall. “Please?”

You never need to say please with him, Aaron thinks, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like the way it sounds in your voice.

He leans towards you, bending to taste what you’re offering him.

“It’s perfect, sweetheart.”

Hotch isn’t lying, but even if it wasn’t perfect, he’d still tell you it was. If only to see the way your face lights up with your smile, the way you bounce a little on your feet.

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The Fruit After The Flesh 18+ -Chapter 14

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Pairing: Thomas Hewitt (Headcanon) x AFAB reader

This chapters Warnings:  Sexual language and depiction of sexual acts, foul language, brief PTSD scene, mention of reproductive choices. This is Slasher smut, be mindful of that and use your discretion.

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Chapter 14

                The day started with you getting a phone call from the contractor, he informed you that your house was fully repaired and ready to move back into; You immediately got changed and walked over, highly excited to see the finished work. You arrived quickly, opening the heavy wooden door where the smell of fresh paint and new wood filled your lungs. The sun’s rays lit up the rooms giving the home a cheery appearance, as if it was happy to see you.

You slowly made your way through the entrance to head straight for your room, when you passed through the doorway you felt a knot form in your stomach, the memory of the fire was making you feel fear as if you were experiencing it all over again. You let the anxiety hit you to really feel the emotions fully, you figured if you could handle the ghost of the past then you could strive to overcome it.

Within a few short moments, the feeling passed but the cortisol surge remained. You left the bedroom and sat on the couch in the living room exhaling deeply as you reclined. You looked out at the large storage container that you had yet to completely empty, it was costing you to keep it on the property and felt like a constant reminder of how new you still were to this country.

The entire day was spent emptying out the storage crate to fill up your home. Extra clothes and furniture found their place in every corner of the house, by nightfall you managed to get your bedroom and bathroom to look mostly normal again. The fire destroyed your bed and stained the wardrobes with soot, some floor lamps were melted and unusable as well as your window curtains.

-Looks like I need to buy a new bed and some furniture- You thought about how nice you could make your room, and what curtains to buy to cover the bedroom window with. -I think it might be good to invest in some security features too while I’m at it- Dover’s attack on you affected the way you felt when you were alone, it was now pertinent to have visibility from many angles and access to view them at any time in case someone tried to hurt you while you were unaware again.

After ruminating on your fears, you locked up and left the house, the moon was now high in the sky and you realized you hadn’t eaten all day. When you left and got to the end of your driveway, you saw headlights shining up the road heading in the direction of the Hewitts house. The driver gave a honk and when you squinted to look, you recognized the truck, it was Charlie.

He pulled up next to you and reached over to unlock the passenger door,

“Get in ‘fore you get ate by a coyote” he said through the open window.

You smile and hop into the passenger’s side of the truck; the seat is rough edged from wear and scrapes the exposed skin on your leg as you slide onto it. You shut the door and thank him for picking you up,

“Are there really coyotes around here?” You asked

He smirks, “Well now, ain’t a whole lot of wildlife really comin’ ‘round here no more.”

You wrinkle your brows, “Must be lucky then eh?”

He chuckles and raises his eyebrows, “Somethin’ like that”

You roll your eyes and give a tight-lipped smirk, you knew it wasn’t luck, if anything it was a whole lot of bad luck that accumulated on this land brought onto poor hapless victims taken from the outside world just to feed the starving Hewitts. This land really was a world of its own, it felt like you were existing in another universe, the remoteness didn’t help much with that either.

“What’s ‘at look for?” he was obviously trying to sleuth out your expression.

Your eyes widen and you quickly face the open window to prevent further incriminating looks,

“Nothing” you hope he would drop it, but he continues,

“You’re bein’ real suspicious ain’t ya? Somethin’ I should know ‘bout?”

You reply with a hint of annoyance in your voice,

“Oh my Goduh, nothiiiiiiiiing” -that should throw him off-.

Charlie laughs and changes the subject,

“You gon’ move back into Tilly’s house now that it’s fixed up?”

You continue to look out the window,

“Yeah, I have been bothering you guys long enough.”

He quickly replies, “You was never no bother girly, I know Luda Mae’s gon’ be real upset seein’ you less. She sure hates an empty nest.”

You didn’t think it would be that much of an impact, you felt like a total leech living there for as long as you did,

“I’m sure she will be relieved having less cooking and housework to do…she never let me help.”

Charlie laughs, “That woman? She’s been feelin’ like a mother again what with doin’ all the women’s work. Was always her happiest when she was carin’ for the boy. Obsessed with motherhood, guess it’s normal for womenfolk to think like that.”

You roll your eyes, you had become used to the way Charlie spoke about women in the time you lived with him, but it was still obnoxious to hear such outdated ideals in modern day.

Charlie puts his arm up on the bench seat, he gives you an inquisitive look, he asks,

“You think like her at all?”

You sigh, “Isn’t that a bit personal?”

He sucks his teeth and looks at the road, he continues,

“Shoot girly, it’s just a question.”

You remain quiet for a few seconds before responding, “No… it’s never really been a goal for me.”

“Huh.”

You replied, already feeling defensive, “What?”

“Just never encountered a ‘no’ from a woman regardin’ kids is all.”

Instinctively, you began preparing to hear the usual patriarchal bullshit thrown at women who choose a different reproductive path. You prepare the counter arguments in your head, you cross your arms and say,

“Ok, lay it out then, tell me how I’m going to change my mind someday or whatever. Let’s get it over with”

Charlie lets out a confused grunt, he turns to you laughing,

“Sweetheart, I couldn’t give two shits ‘bout you not wantin’ to get knocked up. Only reason I bring it up is ‘cus I heard some foolin’ around in the basement the other day.”

Your eyes widen and you tense up with embarrassment, he laughs again,

“Now don’t get yourself all twisted up ‘bout it, s’about time that boy got some tail.”

Your muscles relax a bit, you couldn’t help but blush at your seemingly private exploration being heard. He continues,

“If you n’ the boy are gettin’ that serious, I feel I need to warn you that he’s got no bullet with the blast”

Your nerves wanted out of this conversation, but your curiosity made you dig for information,

“How would you know something like that?”

“Tommy ain’t our blood, Luda Mae found him in a dumpster behind the meat packin’ shop she worked at back in the day. Was a large thing, that boy, t’was clear the momma didn’t want nothin’ to do with him so she tossed him like trash. He was uglier ‘n hell as a baby, not much different than now.” He laughs. “But he ain’t right, somethin’ in his dang blood made him grow into such a fuckin’ beast, made him stronger than any man I ever knew.”

The road was coming up on the house now, you wanted to know more, so you turned to fully face Charlie and asked,

“Being big and strong doesn’t make someone infertile…”

Charlie smirked as he parked the truck near the wheat field and shut off the engine, he leaned his head at an angle to look at you without turning his body,

“Girly, you remember we told you ‘bout the infection fuckin’ up his face?” You nod,

He continues, “He was in the hospital a few weeks getting’ medicine. If he was a normal kid he woulda died. The doctor told us he had some, uh… dang what’d he say now?” Charlie ran his hand through his hair as he thought, “I dunno what it was, somethin’ ‘bout his blood bein’ shitted up n’ to not expect any grandkids, specially with all the drugs they dun gave him. Luda Mae was real upset; I didn’t give no fucks long as he’d help ‘round the farm, and boy did he get useful.”

He got out of the truck and started walking to the house, you sat there mulling over the information you were given. -If he is infertile… No need for protection I guess- The thought of finally being able to safelyhave raw unprotected sex made you hot with lustful fantasies, sex was hard to fully enjoy when you always had the underlying fear of pregnancy looming over you.

You entered the house and made your way to the kitchen where you saw Luda Mae in a nightgown pouring from a teapot. She turned and saw you, a smile immediately formed on her lips,

“You been away all day dear, did you eat anything?”

You shake your head and walk closer to her, she continues,

“Just as I thought. I saved you some dinner in the fridge there, you can heat it up in the oven which is already preheated for you.”

She sets down the teapot and says,

“Did you get a lot done dear?”

You open the fridge and find a large plate filled with comfort food, you respond,

“Thanks for saving me dinner, you didn’t have to.” She smiles at you, and you continue,

“I got a ton of things done, I’ll be out of your hair once my bed arrives”

Luda Mae’s smile sank, you could tell she didn’t want to hear you were leaving. She saw you looking at her expression and quickly changed it back to a smile, saying,

“Well, that’s good for you dear, but don’t go feelin’ like you have to leave right away now. Take as much time as you need.”

You feel her hand gently placed on your upper back, she gives you some comforting rubs and you tell her,

“Don’t worry, I’m going to be over a lot. It’s just that the orchard needs someone there to care for it, and it’s a big job.”

She nods, understanding the need to get back to normal,

“Alright hun, you eat whatever you like and get some tea from the pot there. I’m headin’ to bed now but if you need anything, just knock on my door.”

You thank her again and she walks up the stairs. You see Charlie come in after her, he went straight for the bread buns in the basket on the counter.

“You headin’ to bed girly?”

You shake your head, he stuffs the bun in his mouth and begins to leave,

“thya ‘omarro” His words were muffled by the food he was chewing, you wished him a good night and listened to him walk up the stairs to his room, his footsteps thudding more quietly with each step.

You put the plate in the oven and let out a big sigh as you sat in the chair, you weren’t tired despite being busy all day. The thoughts of Tommy unloading his orgasms into you were energizing, you sat there feeling the ache between your legs gain intensity. -he must have gone to sleep by now, I better get changed out of these sweaty clothes-

You made your way to the bedroom and threw off your shirt and shorts, you took off your bra and exhaled in relief letting your breasts experience natural gravity again. You picked out a purple oversized T shirt that reached your knees, you felt immediately comfortable and paused before you left the room. -Might be fun to feel a little breeze as I eat dinner, everyone went to bed anyway- you quickly slipped your underwear off and tossed it near your bed, you blushed as you made your way to the kitchen giggling to yourself about the bold idea.

You step back into the kitchen and turn off the oven, you leave the plate in there to soak up the last bits of heat so it doesn’t have any cool pockets to ruin the meal. You turn and open the side door that leads to the porch, your bare feet touching the smooth wood floor. The moon was bright and lit up the land, you looked out at your home up on the hill, it was a barely visible white blob sitting lonely on the hilltop watching over the orchard.

You wondered what this town was like when it was busy, there weren’t many buildings around that you saw when you reached the gas station, but you also never drove up the road past the Hewitt house; as far as you knew, there was just tall grass and an evil man’s hiding hole.

The night air was refreshingly cool, it brushed under your shirt and tickled your naked body which felt invigorating. Back home it was rare if the nights were warm enough to stand outside half dressed, but you also didn’t have a large private porch to lounge in either.

Suddenly, a glow of warm yellow string lights lit up from the roof of the porch illuminating a large man standing in the doorway. It was Tommy, he bent down to avoid hitting his head on the doorframe and closed the door behind him. You were shocked to see him, and were now very aware of the fact that you were completely nude under this shirt, you almost missed the fact that he was shirtless.

You pull down your shirt to ensure it isn’t somehow lifting up and making your lower region visible,

“I thought you were asleep?” you ask

“Heard y’come in, wanted t’check up on ya” he spoke softly.

He moved next to you, putting his massive arms on the railing and leaning forward to look at the land. You felt nervous being so close to him with your secret hiding under the thin fabric of your shirt. -Why am I nervous? I was in a pond with him naked for gods sake!- Despite your previous escapades you still felt giddy at the thought of him discovering your hidden nudity.

You try to divert your nerves with conversation,

“Thanks for teaching me how to defend myself, it feels better knowing I might stand a chance now.”

He nods at you and smiles with his eyes, his dark mask hiding his damaged skin, you noticed his pushed back hair was wet and when he moved closer you could smell the fresh scent of a masculine scented soap, it was intoxicating. You shake your head a little to snap yourself out of it,

“S-so were you going to stay up here a while? I need to get my dinner out of the oven if you want to hang out as I eat.”

You quickly make your way to the kitchen hoping to escape his alluring scent, it was flooding your mind with wicked thoughts about his arms squeezing around you like a python while he fucked you. -god damn, why does he have to smell so good, and look so good, and be so fucking massive and hot!- You argued with your thoughts, you wouldn’t be able to try playing with him while Luda-Mae and Charlie were just one floor away, too risky, but you didn’t want to be obvious by pulling him downstairs.

You were wise to his antics, and you remember when he said “I’m gon’ start messin’ with y’now”he made sure you understood he was going to torture you with desire. He followed you into the kitchen barely being able to pass through the doorframe, you try to ignore him, you were onto him and wanted to see what he would attempt.

“I’ll get that for ya” he reached down into the oven without oven mitts and grabbed the plate without flinching, he sets it down on the table in front of you then reaches to get you a fork.

You touch the plate and it stings with heat,

“How didn’t that burn you?”

He shrugs, “Thick skin I guess”

He takes a seat next to you and hands over the fork, you thank him and begin to eat. He leans back in the chair and relaxes as he watches you, he then asks,

“That house o’ yers is done huh”

You nod, eating hastily not realizing how hungry you were. He continues,

“Y’gon’ move on out then?” His voice was vibrating the plate on the table from the low timbre.

You swallow the large ball of food in your mouth and reply,

“The orchard hasn’t been properly tended to in a while, I have to keep those trees alive and… Tilly made it a clause in her will.”

He crosses his arms and nods, leaning back and looking away,

“Won’t see much of ya ‘round then I s’pose”

You put the fork down and sit back, a serious look on your face, he looks over at you and notices the shift,

“What’s amatter?” he asks.

You look him in the eyes, “I wanted to run something by you actually”

He shifts in his seat and places one arm on his thigh and the other on the table while his torso was turned to face you,

“Y’can ask me whatever y’want”

A tiny smile hits your lips from his words,

“Well, Dover didn’t really teach me about caring for the trees. I figure I can read up on it and do my best to learn everything I can but…” You paused, you clenched the edge of your t-shirt bottom before finding the courage to push out the question, “I want to know if you knew anything about caring for orchards, and maybe, if you did… you could teach me the basics until I can do it myself”

Tommy was quiet, he put his hand to his chin and was deep in thought, you got nervous and added,

“Y-you can say no its ok, I know it’s a big ask since you already do so much around here, I just thought it would be nice to… spend more time together is all.”

He leaned back in the chair, it creaked under his weight,

“I’ll help ya. I dunno a whole lot ‘bout orchards but, I helped Tilly when she needed it, she taught me a thing or two”

You smile, “I’m really glad”

You got up to put the leftovers away, Tommy followed and stood up to open the fridge door from behind you as you placed the food back inside.

When he shut the fridge door, he kept is arms around you fencing you in. You spun around to look at him, he was towering over you, his steely blue eyes gazed at you through heavy lids. He moved his hand to gently caress your neck and trailed it under your jaw, lifting your face to look in his eyes.

“Y’don’t need no excuse to get me alone” his voice was smooth and enshrouded your mind making you feel a wave of arousal flood your body.

“Oh Yeah?” you speak in a breathy whisper.

He nods slowly, you touch the thick leather of his mask and say,

“What do I need to do to see your handsome face then?”

He hangs his head down and laughs, he lifts his head and brings it close to your face,

“Go ‘head then”

You excitedly remove the mask revealing his gnarled old wound that exposed his teeth through his cheek, the more you got to see his real face the harder you fell for him.

“Still likin’ what y’see?” he asks.

You smile and lift yourself up to his face, you look into his eyes and slowly move in to kiss his lips. He lets out a muffled hum as he kisses you back, you press in harder and lift your hands to cup his face, his stubbles was shaved off to a clean finish. You forgot how wonderful his lips felt, the kiss quickly became heated with passion, both of you began to breathe more hastily.

Tommy put his hands on the sides on your body, slowly moving them downwards until he reached where he wanted to. He wrapped his hands around your thighs and lifted you up onto his chest so your face was the same level as his, you stifled an excited squeal when your body lifted into the air so effortlessly.

He smiled and kept you in his arms while kissing you, you threw your arms around his neck to keep your body leaned forward past his bulky pecs to reach his face. You felt his hands move inwards towards your weepy slit. He was trying to get a more stable grip so you could sit comfortably, but when his fingers discovered no underwear, he stopped kissing you and gave you a devilish grin,

“What we got here?” he spoke through a chuckle

You blushed and bit your lip remaining quiet, unsure of what to say,

He kept tickling your labia with gentle flicks of his fingers, your breathing hastened and you suppressed a moan with your hand over your mouth,

“Bad girl, y’need to go to yer room huh”

You nod, “Put me there”

 He moves his mouth close to yours, but when you lean in for a kiss, he slowly pulls away grinning. He carries you through the porch door, entering sideways and leaning down to avoid hitting his head. He stops when he reaches the double door leading to your room, he turns around and places you on the railing of the porch which is wide enough for you to sit comfortably.

“Why did you set me here?” you ask.

“I aint givin’ in so easily” he grumbles through a smirk

“…do you want me to beg or something?” you laugh.

He gives you a smug look, “Maybe”

“Oh please, I can keep myself under control. No amount of flirting would make me want to be-“

He cuts you off by gripping your hips and pulling your body close to the edge of the railing top so you were flush against his warm torso. You huff defiantly until he presses his erection onto your cunt, your abundant juices coated the fabric of his sweat pants. You let out an unexpected moan and quickly cover your mouth to quiet it.

Tommy slowly rubs his stiff cock up and down the length of your lips, pressing in when his head met your hole just to tease you. He was grinning watching you hold your hand to your mouth as you hushed your whines. You so badly wanted to feel the skin of his dick move inside you, the cloth barrier was unbearable. He was enjoying the antagonization, his grip on your hips was firm you wouldn’t be able to escape even if you wanted to, he just kept pulling you closer to him until you gave in and said,

“Please, I want it” your words were like a song to him.

“Well, since y’asked nicely” he growled.

He threw you over his shoulder, making you giggle, and entered your room through the porch entrance closing the doors behind him as swiftly as he entered. He gently laid you on the bed gazing down at you while you writhed with arousal, you hesitantly spread your legs and lifted your shirt to reveal your lower half. Tommy got on the bed, it made a creaking groan under his massive weight. He leaned over you and placed one of his hands down between your folds caressing your entrance, you breathed in sharply and spread your legs further to let him have more access.

Tommy ran his fingers over your tender skin, his digits getting slick with wet the more he rubbed. You put your arms around his neck and pulled his face onto yours and kissed him, he moaned into your mouth and slipped his middle finger into your hole,

“Oh fuck” you whispered

His finger was almost as thick as an average man’s penis, and just as long. He slowly moved in and out of you, the calloused skin scratched your walls and bumped your g-spot sending your nerves into overdrive with pleasure, he feels your walls clench down on his finger,

“Y’got such a tiny lil hole” he says gruffly.

“Yeah? Why don’t you fuck it then” you command.

He pulls his finger out and runs his hand up your shirt skimming along your sensitive skin as he moves, he finds your breast and starts massaging the nipple making you moan with the electrical impulses that tickle your nerves.

“Y’want me bad huh” his tone was mocking.

You reply in a breathy tone “Please, fuck me”

Tommy pinches your nipple before he leans back and pulls his massive cock out from under his sweatpants, his erection was so full that he whined as he held it. Seeing his massive length was sending you over the edge with desperation. Tommy lowered himself down so his shaft lay on your clit, his dick was heavy and warm, the feeling of it on your swollen nub was making you feel drunk with desire.

He rubbed his length up and down your wet folds at an agonizingly slow pace, your wetness coating all along his cock making it glisten in the light of the moon. You tried to wrap your legs around his hips to pull him in but he quickly grabbed them with ease and pushed them all the way back so your knees were touching the sides of your chest.

You were so sexually frustrated with having him tease your greedy hole, you tried to raise your hips to entice him to slip inside but he remained steady.

Tommy saw how badly you wanted him to fuck you, he loved watching how your body beckoned him to enter it. He decided to have mercy on you and pressed his thick head on your hole, allowing you to slowly adjust to the width. He let out heavy sighs as your pussy began to slowly swallow his tip, the soft velvety feel of your lips made him moan deeply. The stretch of his girth sent waves of pleasure through your core and the vibration of his deep voice made it seem like you were mating with a beast.

You managed to slip halfway down his head before he couldn’t take much more and he began to slowly move his tip in and out. He was groaning, trying to control himself but your slicked entrance was beginning to bring out something feral from deep within him, he kept trying to slide more of himself inside but you weren’t opening up fast enough to allow him full entry.

You grab onto his wrists and dig your nails in, he was so wide that your poor little cunt couldn’t adjust fast enough to meet his lulling thrusts. You could feel a sting of pain with each movement as his width increased, the pleasure was overpowering the sting and you didn’t want him to stop. It felt like an impossible task to get even just the rest of his head inside, but you wanted so desperately to be penetrated by him, so you focused on relaxing your muscles to grant him deeper access.

He was quickly losing control over his movements and felt your vaginal walls loosening up, he fought the urge to just aggressively push in deep to get past the last hurdle. He was high on the feeling of your insides, his mind felt light and dreamy, as if his brain was swimming. He kept pressing in further with each forward motion until all of his head was finally inside you, he pulled out further before each hungry thrust to coat himself in more of your dripping sweetness.

“I want the whole thing, give it to me Tommy, I need it” you pleaded.

Tommy needed to get hold of his mind that was beginning to slip away, he had a strong carnal desire to just plow into you but he instead forced himself to remain still. You look up at him wondering why he stopped moving, your vaginal walls still pulsating around his tip from the incredible sensations it brought. He gives you a crooked grin and gently pulls out of you, then stands up off the bed and hastily puts his pants over his erection.

“What! Why?” you asked furiously

He laughs, “That’s payback, my angel”

Tommy walks out of your room and leaves you there a dripping, horny mess; You chuckled to yourself and flopped onto your stomach and yelled into your pillow. You now wanted to get past this cheeky stage and just start fucking like rabbits but you knew he was going to continue this provocatory teasing. It was time to pull out all your tricks and make it so unbearable for him to resist that he will give up messing around and give into his temptations.

Tommy got back into his room in the basement, his mask back on his face where it belonged. He was still fully engorged and now feeling pain from the intense pressure, he needed a release badly, but he also wanted to start practicing control over his desires. He was worried, he felt so close to just letting go and fucking you silly, he wanted to be fully present and aware if your needs when you two finally, properly, lay together.

He flopped on his bed and sighed; he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep this up for. The next time, he may not be able to pull away so easily.

Special authors note: I wanted to stray from the norm of Thomas constantly being portrayed as having a breeding kink (it can be hot don't get me wrong) because I know there are a lot of women who don't want to read breeding/pregnancy kink for various valid reasons and its fairly hard to find AFAB x Tommy smut where he isn't depicted in such a way. If you were expecting that, I apologize for disappointing you but I try to cater to the people who don't often get catered to because inclusivity is important to me when making adult content. So from here on out, the rest of the chapters in this series will be for the gals who don't want to think of that stuff when reading smut. Thank you for taking the time to read my fic, likes, reblogs, and comments are extremely appreciated.

-Next chapter

[starshinegarcia]

Holiday House

Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader

Part 2

In short: Hotch needs help, and you need a job. Part 1 of ?? we shall see how far this goes :) Warnings for mentions of alcohol (very infrequent) possible mentions of smut/cut to black scenes in the future! ;) __ Is in place of Y/N!!

“And the town said, ‘How did a middle class divorcee do it?’”

Aaron Hotchner was never one to admit to needing help, let alone one to ask for it. But as he sat in the dim light of the kitchen, a case file in one hand, a glass of whiskey in the other, a million thoughts ran through his head. His thumb rubs his temple gingerly, averting his gaze from the graphic crime scene polaroids, over to his son’s bedroom. Just a few hours earlier, he had called off abruptly to pick up Jack prematurely from school, after he had climbed to the very top of the jungle gym in an attempt to do something Garcia called “parkour”.

He survived with only a few scrapes and bruises, but it was clearly a drastic cry for attention.The door was open ajar, illuminated only by the dinosaur night light, casting a soft blue glow over the sleeping boy. When Haley had died, he had quickly realized that being a full-time father would not prove easy with his job. As time went on, it only got more difficult for him to divide his attention- and Jack’s recent episode at school was a cruel wake up call. One thing was evident- he needed someone to attend fully to him, and Hotch needed the ability to commit fully to his team, and to the BAU.

So, first thing in the morning, Penelope was faced with a curt knock on her office door. Spinning around in her chair, she rises and opens the door, Starbucks in hand. “Fancy seeing you here, hands- Oh, hello, sir, m-my apologies. I thought you were Derek.” She cleared her throat, but arched an eyebrow as she detected a faint twinkle in Hotch’s eyes. “Garcia.” “What do you need sir? Stats? Access to a secure database?” She spins around quickly, already typing the nearest case details into her supercomputer. “Well, actually, it’s more of a personal question. Do you happen to know any, uh, childcare workers?” “Like a nanny, sir?” He cringed at the cutesy word, but nodded nonetheless.

“Yes, I suppose.” Garcia pushed her glasses up her nose slightly, observing the man in front of her. Although she wasn’t technically a profiler, she knew Hotch well enough to find things out of place, as they were now. “Actually, yes, sir, I know just the person.” A slight plot began to form in her head, as she sent a number through her printer and into Hotch’s hands. “That’s my friend, __. She’s perfect, lots of experience, Jack would love her. Actually, sir, you would too..” Hotch fumbles for a second, before raising an eyebrow in her direction. “That’s quite enough, Penelope. This is strictly for Jack’s benefit. I appreciate this, however.” He nods curtly, backing out and bumping straight into a coffee-bearing Morgan. “Trying to steal my girlfriend, boss-man? Not cool.” Derek chuckles, pushing past him politely and planting a kiss on Penelope’s cheek. “Damn, I beat you to it!” He gestures to the coffee already in her hand. “I can always use more,” Penelope giggles.

Hotch shuts the door quickly, glancing down at the number in his hands. He walks quickly back to his office, passing right by Spencer and Rossi arguing about something or another. “With all due respect, sir, Logan Paul has absolutely nothing against Mike Tyson-” “He’s a billion years old!” Shaking his head slightly at his team’s banter, Aaron sinks into his chair, punching the number into the landline on his desk. Everyone else may use cellphones now, but Aaron still preferred the old fashioned way, when it came to business.

You had just finished an extremely degrading night shift at the diner, picking up your phone with a raised brow as you exited the back room. “Hello?” “Hello, this is SSA Aaron Hotchner. Is this __?” Your heart rate picked up- maybe from the fact that an FBI agent was calling you, maybe because his voice was low and steady and weirdly attractive. “O-oh, um, hello sir do you- need something?” Hotch takes notice of the light and airy pitched voice on the other side of the line, and something about it makes his heart skip a beat. He ignores it, proceeding, “I was wondering if you were prepared to interview for an in-home, uh, nanny job? For lack of a better word. Penelope Garcia gave me your number, and I trust her judgment for better or worse.” A smile spread across your face. “Absolutely, sir. When would be a good time to meet, Mr Hotchner?”

It’s strange. Aaron gets called sir about a hundred times a day, but something about your innocent voice sends a shiver down his spine that he can’t explain, but does his best to ignore. “Why don’t you stop by my house at around 6 tonight? We can talk, you can meet Jack, and we can go from there.” “That works for me, sir.” You smoothen out your skirt, a sudden blush chasing your cheeks as you think about meeting this mystery man, one you’d only heard anecdotes about from your best friend and her boyfriend. “Perfect. I’ll have Garcia send over my address.” The line clicks before you get the chance to respond, leaving you slightly flustered, with your hands wrapped around your cellphone a little more tightly than you thought, almost as if you were holding onto the idea of him. The poor man, left alone with his son, with a job like that.. You shake your head, quickly grabbing your purse, clattering your nametag down on the counter with a defiant “I quit.” to your manager as you happily left that damn place for the last time.

Back at the office, Aaron watches his team out in the bullpen, Morgan and Garcia enveloped in something on his desk while Spencer spins a rubix cube towards Emily, with a “good luck” sort of look. He’s not sure what the emotion he’s feeling is, but whatever it is, he brushes it off and grabs the case file dropped off earlier, emerging into the open office, with the same professional air as always- if a little less uptight than usual.

“Who knows, if she never showed up, what could have been?”

A/N: AHHH this was so so much fun to write!! I hope my writing style and the way I write Hotch is okay, I’m still new to the fandom and show but I did my very best! Suggestions are always welcome! Please like, comment, reblog and send me requests!

-e.a <33

[multi-fandom-imagine]

-Jealousy || Leon S. Kennedy || *Rewrite*

Summary: Leon Scott Kennedy was not the type of man to get jealous, it’s not like he had something to get jealous all. Until Chris Redfield started to show his face around you. That nasty feeling building up in his chest though it only made matters worse when Claire let it slip that her brother may have feelings for you too. Now Leon hopes that he didn’t miss his chances with you.

A/n: flashback is Italicized, female reader, rewrite of this fic

Warnings: Blood, bit of gore { Broken bone.}

Leon did not get jealous, at least that is what he kept telling himself to help him sleep at night. Though of course the very thing that he claimed he didn’t get jealous about was sitting across from him. You were talking about some case, some woman named Mia Winters.

Not that he cared, why should he care about some bio terrorist. No he cared about why Chris suddenly seemed to hanging around you more.

“Leon!”

“What?” Blinking a few times he adverted his gaze frowning for a moment as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“I was just trying to…are you okay…you look exhausted Leon.” You frowned leaning forward to get a good look at the man, you could see dark circles forming under his eyes.

Scoffing, Leon adverted his gaze. “I’m find Doc, you don’t gotta worry about me alright.” He did his best to not let his feelings show through but you were always concerned for him.

Placing your hand on top of Leon’s you gave it a small squeeze. “You know you can tell me anything right.”

Shaking his head, Leon did his best to give you a weak smile. The warmth of your hand brought a flood of memories back. The shared kisses, the nights where neither of you had gotten much sleep and of course he had to blow it, end whatever you both shared.

Self sabotage at its finest.And even after all of that, you still stayed by his side.

“So what’s with the get up.” Leon did his best to divert the conversation to something else, something that wouldn’t make him realize his feelings for you.

Snorting, you lent back into the chair giving him a slight smile. “Well that was what I was talking about for the last ten minutes.” You teased. “I got asked…recommended actually, I’m heading out to Louisiana.”

Shaking his head, Leon’s eyes narrowed taking in the blue Umbrella logo on your shirt. “What do you mean you’re heading out to Louisiana? Who recommend you to go?”

Sighing, you frowned as your phone chimed. Pushing away from the table you then stood up. “Chris did…look I have to go alright. I’m not going to argue about this, it’s a long flight and I don’t want this to be on my mind.”

Leon tried not to wince from the sound of the chair scraping, though he did feel a slight weight lift off his shoulders feeling you press his lips to his forehead, he wanted it grab you. He wanted to tell you how he felt. “Hey! Stay safe for me will ya.”

Giving him a small wink you lingered by the door, your fingers clutching the handle. “Only if you get a proper nights rest for me Kennedy.”

Opening his mouth, he sighed giving you a small wave as you slipped out the door and into Jeep, though it didn’t take long for him to finally notice Redfield watching him.

When you get back, when you get back he’ll tell you how he felt. He just hoped that he didn’t fuck up his chances with you.

+•+

The flight to Louisiana was long, you normally were able to enjoy these types of flights. You were able to talk to the team, talk to Chris but now. Right now you had way to much on your mind.

“Something on your mind?”

Turning to Chris you let out a forced laugh. “A little…it’s just. Leon and I were talking and before I left, he just looked like he had something to say.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Chris peered out the window. “Maybe he wanted to confess his feelings to you.”

Barking out a laugh, you narrowed your eyes. “Leon confessing his feelings to me. Are we talking about the same man? Besides we ended that, pretty sure he’s still hung up on Ada.” You muttered.

“I wouldn’t be so sure on that.”Sighing, Chris patted you knee. “Get some rest alright. I’ll wake you of something happens.” He joked.

Shaking your head, you let out a small scoff though it didn’t stop you from falling asleep but once you felt the jolt from the helicopter your eyes snapped opened.

“Sleeping beauty finally wake?”

Turing your attention to Chris you were about to reply until you noticed a woman laying unconscious. “Is this.”unbuckling your seatbelt you rushed over to the unconscious woman.

“This is Zoe Baker, she’s stable and luckily for us she’s not infected. Can’t say same to Mia Winters, don’t even have a body to bag.”

Frowning you opened your med beg still examining the woman, she may have been stable but it didn’t look good for her. “She has a high fever, I need to get her the proper-.”

Your voice getting cut off from Chris’s shout, you didn’t even realize the helicopter starting to take off, your body tumbling out of the side hitting the ground hard as you rolled hitting a man. “Shit. Ethan Winters I presumed.”

“Ya…who the hell are yo-Shit watch out!” The man shoving you out of the way of getting swiped by something, though with your gaze glued to the B.O.W in front of you, you barley had a chance to dodge a large crate falling towards you.”

The container to take out the B.O.W falling on your leg, a cry tearing from your lips as Ethan rushed to your side moving the object off your leg. “Of fuck…is that your bone.”

Gritting your teeth you had to bite back another scream. Blood pouring out your wound, the broken bone poking through the flesh. “Shut the fuck up and take that bitch out.” You growled placing the gun in his hand. You tried to stay conscious, but the pain was overwhelming. You listened to voices shouting around you, a horrified scream before everything went black.

+•+

You were used to hospitals, you worked in them, you weren’t used to being a patient in one though. Letting your body slump in the bed you did your best to remember everything that happened. The man Ethan Winters, he stayed by your side until he knew you were okay.

Zoe Baker, she was alive thanks to Ethan too. You remember seeing her briefly. You heard Chris talking about Mia, you weren’t sure how to feel about her death but at least the man can move on with his life and Leon. You remembered seeing Leon when you got administrated into the hospital, you weren’t sure you ever seen the man look so concerned.

So scared.

Gritting your teeth you did your best to sit up only to feel a hand on your shoulder pushing you back down on the bed.

“Where do you think you’re going.”

“Leon?”

Chuckling the man sat back down in his own chair, he looked so drained. “The one and only.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I can leave if you want.”

Wincing you shook your head adjusting you body as you reached out to grasp his hand. “No…stay…please.”

“I was joking y/n....I wasn’t going to leave you…I mean not unless you kicked my as out but shit I gotta say...seeing you like that scared the crap out of me.”

“Leon.”

“No…I have to say this. I’m sick of being a coward. I care about you. I care about you and I know you can do better than me.”

Rolling your eyes you let go of his hand to instead you placed your hand on his cheek. “I love you too.”

“What!”

Shrugging your shoulders you dropped your hand relaxing into the bed. “Chris may have mentioned something like that.”

“I’m going to kill him.”

Opening on of your eyes, you gave him a teasing smile. “You know what would be better, you kissing me.”

“I..” sighing. Leon shook his head giving you a slight smile bending down as he captured your lips in for a kiss. “Get some sleep for me, will you.”

Returning the kiss, you let your fingers dig into his arm. “No promises.”

+•+

Checking his gun Leon jumped up from his seat as medics rushed by, he barley registered your leg in a make shift cast, narrowing his eyes he watched Chris walk by but before he could get any further he could help but grab his arm.

“What the hell! You were supposed to watch her not have her get rushed off to the fucking hospital!”

Turning to face him Chris was alway worried enough but hearing Leon remind him of his mistake only pissed him off even more.

“Don’t you think I know that!” Shaking his head he rubbed his neck. “You should see her?” As much as he didn’t want to admit it Chris knew how the man felt and he was positive of your own feelings.

“Why?”Leon frowned eyeing him.

“She called out your name before she blacked out...try not to blow it Kennedy because I will be their to pick up the pieces if you fuck shit up.”

Watching him walk off Leon squared his shoulders waiting for the okay to see you and taking his advice Leon knew what he had to do.

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

A/N: This was a request on my Wattpad called ‘Bound to One Another’ and forgot to put it on Tumblr. I hope you enjoy it!

Also, it switches from Chase and the reader’s pov, please be aware of that, but it starts off with the reader pov!

Pairing: Chase Davenport x Reader

As far as I know, it’s got typos-

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"Hey, guys!"

I said, walking over to Adam, Bree, Chase and Leo. They all greeted me with smiles and waves, while Chase pulls my to his side by my waist, and kissed my temple.

"Where we're you I've been looking everywhere for you?" Chase asked setting his chin on my head. "Yeah, he was sweated so much, it looked like it rained inside the school." Bree said, motioned to Chases shirt.

"He extremely worried that you missed the first couple of classes, but honestly, that isn't something he should be worrying about. Mr, H's class is anything, but fun." Leo said, as we all, except Chase made that one face.

"His class is in fact fun, what about the time we studied the human body, and how many different systems the body has and-"

"And that is why you don't have many friends." Adam said while Bree and Leo nodded their heads. I shake my head and look up at Chase, "It's alright, I just over slept and the traffic was so bad today. I'm lucky enough to even have made it to school." I said walked with them to our classes.

"See? Right there. I would've taken advantage of that.." Leo said and fist bumped Adam.

I rolled my eyes as they when to class and Chase pulled me aside. "You sure, you're okay?" I nod, grabbing his shoulders. "Yes, I promise you. I'm a-okay. And if anything were to..." His face gives me that really look, but I continue to talk anyway. "...Were to happen you'd know. Okay?"

He sighs and nods his head. "Alright, I gotta go to class now." I smile at him, giving him a farewell kiss, and went to class.

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It was around 2:40, when I had left school, I said goodbye to my friends except Bree and told Chase, I'd call him when I got home. I usually take the bus, till I get somewhat close to my house. Then I walk the rest of the way, listening to some music, and chatting with Bree, about girl stuff before bringing the subject back to Chase and I.

"Chase was really worried about you, though. I've only ever seen him worried when, he was taking that big History Exam." She said and we both laughed a bit.

"I know, and I promised him that nothing happened, and that I'll always message, whatever the case may be, so I don't worry him."

"Good, but I better get a text too, cause being left with three boys? I love 'em, but boy can they be annoying." She said, waving as she walked home on her own.

I continue walking to my own house particularly slow today though, just to take in the scenery. That was until I saw a rustle of leaves to my right. I brushed it off as it was quite windy today, and I'd expect leaves to make some sort of movement, in windy weather.

I kept on my walk until I heard a bit of a hushed voice, and started to speed walk a bit. Something wasn't sitting right in my gut and I always listen to my gut feeling. The rustling of leaves picked up and I started to run, only to have my arm gripped tight, as making stuff fall out of my pocket, including my phone, yanking the earbuds out of my ears, with such haste.

I hissed out my clenched teeth and tried loosening my kidnappers grip on my arm, but he wouldn't budge, so I kicked the back of his knee causing his to kneel down, probably scraping his knee, and I yanked my arm and tried to run.

He grabbed my ankle, causing me to fall and hit my face on the pavement. I groan feeling my face get hot, near my eyebrow, and lower lip and some blood dripping from my nose. I turned to see him rushed as me I scrambled to my feet and, run as fast I could.

But he was faster.

I screamed her help, but it was no use, the nearest town was little ways ahead from where I was, all because I was wanted to stop and smell the bloody roses! He grabbed my by my waist and put s hand over my mouth, and I kicked and screamed trying something, ANYTHING, that could get me out of his grasp, but he tossed me in the back of his car and locked it.

I banged on the door, begging and pleaded for someone to here me, but no one was there. I eventually stopped, and slouched against the vans doors, and cried silently, eventually crying myself to sleep.

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I walked back and forth, ready to rip my own hair out of my own head. "Chase, calm down maybe, she was at a friends house." Bree asked as they watched me stress out, in the middle of the hallway at school. "I already ran that probability in my head, over 12 times today and trust me she's not there."

"She said she'd call, but she hasn't and I..." I slowly turn to face my siblings. "I think somethings wrong."

We all looked at each other uneasily, before I walked quickly out the of the school, with nothing but determination on finding (Y/N). "Chase! Wait up!" "Hey! Slow down." "Where are you going?" They said running after me.

"I'm going to find her. You can either come with me, or stay here your choice." I said turning to leave, but Bree grabbed my arm. "What about class, and we all know how much you love Mr.H' class." Leo nodded and pointed at Bree, as if her statement was correct.

"I do, but finding (Y/N) is way more important then some...some...stupid class!" I walked away leaving them wide eyed with Leo's mouth agape. "Who are you? And what have you done with Chase?" He said, as they ran after me.

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'Ugh...'

'What happened?'

I slowly lift my head, as my eyes fluttered open. I tried to get a look at my surroundings, but it was little blurry, and my head was throbbing. I tried lifting my hand up to feel my temples, but I realized I was bound to the wall. I tried freeing myself, but that definitely wasn't the way of doing so.

"Move, and my father will hurt you."

I looked straight ahead of me, and groaned with audible annoyance.

"Marcus.." He just smirked at me, swirling the tea in his little teacup, with a coffee stirrer. Then Douglas came up from behind Marcus and came over to me.

"Sorry to cut this...lovely conversation short, but (Y/N) is feel a little sleepy."

"What? What are you talking about-?" I asked before Douglas put me to sleep, smiling at me with mischievous eyes.

I groaned as I lifted my head again, which felt heavier then before, vision still blurred, but this time I saw things moving through my blurred eyes. I blinked more trying to clear my vision.

I had come to realize that it was Bree and Adam, we're fighting Douglas and Marcus. Whilst Leo and Chase tried freeing me, and we managed to escape and rushed to their home.

I was sat on the couch in the living room and felt extremely dizzy all of a sudden. I don't know what it could have been. Neither did anyone else, so Mr. Davenport had me stand up to do a body scan.

He stopped, looking at me with worried eyes, putting the scanner down.

"What is it? Did you figure out why I'm so dizzy?"

"I uh...I did. But you might have to stay with us for while."

"Wait, why?" I said looking at him with fury burning inside my chest. "What did they do to me?"

"Douglas has implanted a chip in your neck. A bionic chip." Big D, said looking at me with nothing but pure, guilt.

"You don’t mean…?" I said, but he nodded already know what I was going to say. I looked around at everyone before my eyes landed on Chase.

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I had went to my parents house, and told them something other then the fact that I now have bionics, and now have to stay at the Davenports. Cause who's to say that they'll believe me if I told them the truth.

They eventually yet reluctantly, "believed" me and let me go. I packed some things to take with me, who knows how long I'll be there? And who knows how long it'll take me to master this newfound ability or abilities.

I stepped into the car and Mr. Davenport drove us back to his house. After I got there Chase had pulled me aside, away from everyone else.

"You have no idea how worried I was, when you didn't come to school the next day. I didn't know what to do-"

"But you found me, and I'm okay, sorta." I said with a small giggle, causing him to smile.

"I know, and now we're connected by our bionics, so we've got nothing to fret about. But I have to ask you something." I nod, feeling a little nervous in my gut area.

"After we're done with school and all. Would you like to marry me.. one day?" I open my eyes wide and look at him if he's crazy. But I quickly realize he isn't joking and I'm quick to answer him with a 'yes.'

The group cheers, high fives and hugs each other. As Chase and I share a loving kiss.

"They grow up so fast." Tasha said, as Mr. Davenport, wrapped his arm around her waist.

"I know, it's like almost yesterday, he was still wearing pull-ups." Adam said whipping his tears. I laugh as we pulled apart, Chase way too happy to even try and argue with Adam.

[illumins]

𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞—𝑙. 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑘 (#⁰⁴)

✦trope: fluff, spidey-mark, spiderman

✧first pov

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The rain had just stopped, leaving the air filled with that clean, sharp scent that follows a storm. I was sitting across from Mark at a small, somewhat rusted metal table outside a quaint little sandwich shop that had somehow survived the rise of gourmet cafes and organic juice bars in our neighborhood. We had chosen the place almost randomly, but the subs here were genuinely good—thick with meats and dressings, the bread a perfect sort of chewy. It was the kind of place you'd miss if you blinked while passing by, but Mark had promised they had the best Philly cheesesteak subs, and he hadn't lied.

I was mid-bite, savoring the spicy tang of peppers mixed with the creamy melt of provolone, when I caught Mark watching me with an amused sparkle in his eye. "You've got a little..." He gestured to his own cheek, and I wiped at mine, laughing a little too loudly. The ease of the moment wrapped around me like the warm after-rain breeze.

"So, college plans?" I asked, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face, trying not to show how much I cared about his answer. It mattered, suddenly, far too much.

Mark leaned back, the chair creaking slightly under his weight. He was always in motion, somehow, even when he was sitting still. "I've been thinking about NYU. Theater program," he said, and then, as if anticipating my surprise, added quickly, "But you know, something flexible, in case...you know."

"I know," I said, the corners of my mouth twitching upwards. I did know. The 'in case' meant in case Spider-Man duties called, which they did, often unpredictably. Our whole relationship, if we could even call it that yet, had been a series of rainchecks and rescheduled plans, thanks to his double life.

Just as he was about to take another bite of his sub, the ambient noises of the city changed. It was subtle at first—the distant wail of sirens that we both had learned to filter out, living here—but then the murmurs started, a ripple of urgency passing through the crowd along the street. People began to move faster, glances thrown over shoulders, phones lifted towards the commotion like flowers tilting towards the sun.

Mark's eyes flickered towards the disturbance, a frown knitting his brows as the distant sirens grew louder, more insistent. He placed his sub down gently, as though it was made of glass, his body tensing like a coiled spring ready to release.

"No," I said, sharper than I intended. My voice sliced through the bubble that had formed around us, popping it with a snap as real as the thunder that had rumbled overhead earlier. I reached across the table, my hand cupping his cheek firmly, forcing his gaze back to me. "Not today, Mark. Let the police handle it."

He blinked, surprise etching his features for a split second before the stubborn set of his jaw told me he was about to argue. "But—"

"No buts," I cut him off, holding his face still. "Today, you're just Mark with me, okay? No masks, no swinging across the city. Just us."

He sighed, the sound heavy with a mix of resignation and relief. "Okay," he agreed, though his attention drifted again as another siren cut through the air, closer this time. I could almost hear his thoughts, the pull of duty that tugged at him as palpably as the tug of war we played with this napkin between us.

We tried to return to our conversation, to the easy flirtation that had fluttered between us before the sirens. But his eyes kept darting away, drawn to the activity on the street, to the responsibilities he held as tightly as he did his secret.

I took another bite of my sub, the flavors dull on my tongue as I watched him struggle between his instincts and his promise to me. It wasn't fair. Not to him, not to me. The realization settled in my stomach like lead.

"Just go," I murmured finally, my voice soft but firm. I pushed my chair back, the legs scraping against the concrete with a grating sound that matched the scrape of my heart against my ribs.

He looked at me then, really looked at me, and for a moment I saw the weight he carried on his shoulders, saw it and understood it as clearly as I understood my own reluctance to let him go. "Are you sure?" His voice was low, tangled with a guilt that didn't belong there.

"Yes," I said, stronger now because it was what he needed, what we needed. "Go, or I'll change my mind."

Mark stood swiftly, the chair clattering behind him. He leaned over, his hands framing my face this time, and his lips pressed a swift, grateful kiss on my cheek. "Thank you," he breathed, each word punctuated with an urgency that made them sound like promises. "It'll be quick."

I watched him run, his form retreating into the blur of the crowd, disappearing as if he had never been there. Sitting back down, I picked up the remnants of my sub, the bread now soggy and unappealing.

"That's my future," I whispered to myself, a mix of pride and sorrow threading through the words. The sirens faded into the distance, taking with them the sun's last rays, leaving me in the gathering dusk with my thoughts and the echo of his promise. It'll be quick. But I knew, even as the words played back in my mind, that with Mark, nothing was ever certain. Nothing, except the inevitable call to action that was as much a part of him as his bright, earnest smile.

[hithertoundreamtof23]

I have a PSA concerning AI

First of all, ai has been scraping voices and using them for monetary gain.

My professor got called by his "son" because he "got arrested for running over a pregnant lady". Concerned, he called the number he was referred to which was a "lawyer" recommending paying for bail. The "lawyer" sent him the location to pay the bail money, which was 2 hours away in the middle of nowhere. There are multiple bail places around our college town, so my professor realized it was very suspicious. He called his wife and sure enough, the son was fine and not arrested.

He's not the only person this has happened to, and people think the voices come from those who respond to scam calls. Although it's fun to mess with scam callers, they can recover your voice and record it to use later in similar schemes.

Please create some sort of riddle or safe word or something in case you are unsure if it's your loved one or not calling. Also, spread the word! Many of my friends have gotten similar calls.

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On another note, I did what you're not supposed to do and asked chat gpt to recreate a fic in the style of my ao3 account.

DISCLAIMER: I have never used AI and never will again. This was for curiosity and educational purposes! All my work is genuine and I do not support chat GPT.

Here are the screenshots:

(some words are cut off a bit, sorry about that! Also, ignore the time and my phone battery XD)

As you can see, ai was able to recreate my common tags, themes, and characters. It was also able to perfectly replicate my punctuation style (way too many commas and wordy descriptions) in a way you wouldn't expect a computer to do.

Those that have read my fics before know and probably recognize sentence patterns, imagery, etc. that are sort of my signature (I guess?), but ai was able to form this fic in just a few seconds.

This is obviously a problem for not only artists and creators, but also for the population as a whole, which is a whole other rant for another day.

I don't know if I'll lock my fics (which I'd hate because I get a lot of involvement from nonmembers), or what I'll do, but I do know that this is startling to know what ai is capable of.

To put things simply, AI is getting to dangerous levels of awareness and control.

[buckybuckyboo]

Bucky's home!!

Summary: You've been waiting for Bucky to get home from his mission. 3 months is a long time.

Word count: 1,510

A/N: All mistakes are my own. I DO NOT give permission for my work to be copied, translated or posted on other sites. Feedback is always welcome and I'd love to hear what you think! Should there be a part 2?

It's been a few weeks since Bucky had left for his mission with Steve but it comes with the territory. You just wanted him to come home in one piece. Hearing your phone chime and taking it out of your robe pocket, unlocking it, and seeing it's a message from Nat.

{text}: Hey killer! Fossil 1 and Fossil 2 are on their way home!

You giggle a little and text her back.

{text} Nat you're so mean! Thanks for letting me know x

Yes! He was coming home! After 3 long months, he's coming home but you knew he wouldn't be home straight away because he had his paperwork to do. As soon as you finished your thought your phone rang and your face lit up when you saw Bucky's name come up.

"Hi, baby! I missed you so much" You say softly into the phone and he answers with a groan

"My god sweetheart, you have no idea how badly I've wanted to hear your voice"

"Me too baby, are you okay? Are you hurt? Is Steve okay?"

"We are fine baby just some little scrapes, nothing to worry about"

"Will you be long at the tower?"

"I shouldn't be baby, Steve has offered to do the bulk of the paperwork. He's sick of me telling him how much I missed you" He chuckles.

"Aw baby, okay, I'll be here waiting for you my love"

"I love you sweetheart I'll see you soon, bye."

You were smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.

Going about your day as normal, doing some food shopping in case Bucky wanted something when he got home, although you were hoping he would only want you. Heading back home and putting the food away then heading upstairs to shower and change your clothes. Making sure to use Bucky's favorite body wash, he won't be able to keep his hands off you. Putting on some lingerie and one of Bucky's oversized t-shirts and heading downstairs to watch some TV until he came home. Making yourself some tea, grab a big fluffy blanket, settle in on the couch, and wait for your man to come home.

Some hours have passed and you haven't heard from Bucky. Looking at your phone to make sure you didn't accidentally put it on silent and miss his calls. Nope, nothing there. Leaving your phone back down on the coffee table, you lay down on the couch watching TV and eventually fall asleep. Some more hours pass and Bucky finally gets home. He come's into the house and it's dark, the light from the TV lighting up the living room. He peeks around the corner of the door and sees you asleep. His heart feels like it's going to melt in his chest at the sight of you. He's missed you so much. He quietly makes his way over to the couch and settles in behind you, pulling the blanket over himself.

He rested his hand on your leg and felt bare skin.

"Di you do this for me doll?"

Whispering into your ear. Bucky pulls you back so you are laying flat on your back pulling your leg up over his so he has access to your pussy. Pulling back the blanket to see your lingerie.

"Fuck" he whispers. He gets off the couch and kneels in front of you slipping your panties off and hooking your leg over his shoulder. Running his finger through your folds, he feels you shift on the couch.

"Feeling needy my love? Don't worry, Daddy's home and I'll take good care of you"

Bucky slowly drags his tongue through your folds moaning at your taste. You let out a sigh feeling something between your legs, you lift your hips off the couch and grind against his face.

"That feel good baby girl? I bet it does. You better be dreaming about me" He jokes and goes back to sucking on your clit.

Bucky watches you as he flicks his tongue against your clit making you jerk your body. Your moans bringing you out of your sleepy state, looking down and seeing Bucky between your legs almost makes you cum right there. Biting your bottom lip as you run your fingers through his hair.

"Why hello sleeping beauty"

Smiling down at him. "I'm sorry baby, I tried to stay awake for you"

"It's okay sweetheart, now if you don't mind I'm a little busy here" He smirks and goes back to sucking on your clit and pushing a finger inside you and curling it.

Throwing your head back on the armrest of the couch you let Bucky do his work. You missed his mouth on you so much. You could feel your orgasm rising as you moved your hips against him.

"Oh fuck Bucky please don't stop! I'm so close!"

He knows when you say that, that he's not to go any faster or slower. Just stay in the same rhythm. You cum all over his face in a loud moan. He holds your hips still never stopping his tongue.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! My god Bucky!"

Bringing you through your orgasm, he slowly licks through your folds cleaning up your mess. He kisses up your body removing your t-shirt and pulling your bra down to suck on your nipples.

"Oh, Bucky I missed you so fucking much! Please fuck me"

He leans up fumbling with his belt and the button on his jeans. You sit up kissing him sweetly and taking his Hanley off, kissing his chest as your hand disappears into his jeans stroking his cock.

"Fuck I missed you so much too baby" Smiling up at him as you free his cock from his boxers and took his tip into your mouth. The moan that leaves his mouth is almost pornographic. Taking him deeper into your mouth and moaning around him.

"I'm sorry baby girl but I can't wait any longer"

He lays you down on the couch, pushing his jeans down as he climbs on top of you lining himself up at your entrance and slowly pushing in.

"Fuck, baby! I missed the feeling of you around my cock"

"I missed you inside me, baby, my fingers weren't enough, needed you, needed your huge cock inside me"

"Oh yeah? Baby girl needs to be stuffed good huh?"

"Yes Daddy please stuff me full of you"

"Fuck baby girl you drive me fucking crazy"

He leans in kissing you fiercely while filling you to the hilt with his cock. Your breath hitches, feeling the stretch of your pussy around his cock. three months is way too long for Bucky to be away from you, if you could, you would hide in his backpack to be with him. Thinking about that didn't matter now, he's home.

"Please baby don't go easy I need to feel you"

He groans at your words, burying his head in the crook of your neck as his cock slowly slides out of your aching pussy and he slams back in, hard, making you almost scream out.

"Fuck! Yes baby just like that"

Wrapping your legs around him, your hands running through his hair pulling on it as you come closer to your release.

"That's it baby you squeeze me all you want"

He whispers against your skin, sucking and biting at your neck leaving those sweet marks of him that you love looking at in the mirror after.

"Please Daddy, want you to fill me up. Missed being so full of you"

Moving your hips to meet his as you both moan.

"I'm gonna cum baby, you gonna cum with me?

"Yes, Daddy! Feels so fucking good!"

His hands hold your hips in place as he slams into you again and again. Pushing his cock deep inside you as you both cum. Your pussy milking his cock for all it's got. You feel him twitching inside you. Both of you are out of breath as he kisses you.

"I missed you so fucking much baby girl"

"Really? I couldn't tell" You giggle and kiss him again.

"You seem like you've been pent up baby, you couldn't relieve yourself on your mission?"

"I tried to baby but it just wasn't the same, even watching porn doesn't even help. I just always need you"

"What if we made our own?"

Bucky shifts on the couch to look at you.

"What?"

"What if we made our own little video, just for you to watch"

"Are you sure doll?"

"You would have to be very careful with it but if it helps when you're away"

"I promise baby, nobody will see it"

It's been a few days later and you're sure Bucky has forgotten your little chat about making a little sex video. You wait for him to come home, when he enters the front door, he sees you standing in your silk robe.

"Welcome home baby, we have a sex video to make"

You undo your robe reviling black lingerie. His eyes grow wide at the sight of you.

"Let's go, big boy"

[crusty-chronicles]

Sandwiched between (Ging x Reader x Kite)

Synopsis: Getting a little too drunk, you and your friends start getting frisky. Unfortunately for you, you're sandwiched between a man who wants to ruin you and another who treats you like glass.

Part 2

NSFW, So minors get out 😤

Warnings: threesome, fingering, anal, vaginal sex, drunk sex, friends with benefits kind of, cum, hickies, AFAB reader, slow burn I guess, I love me some exposition okay. 🥺

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It's a bit hazy to you how it started. The feeling of soft kisses under your jaw and the scrape of stubble across your neck had distracted you. Fingers working to rid you of your clothes while others eagerly touched exposed skin.

It must have had something to do with.....

Oh

You remembered now.

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It was rare the three of you were in the same place. Ging always on the move searching for new ruins. Kite constantly traveling to complete new surveys on recently discovered species. And you changing labs every now and then to study the stars.

It was miraculous, really, that the three of you had ended up in the same town. A few quick phone calls later, and you had all agreed to meet up at a bar to celebrate the new discoveries. (Although it took a little more convincing for the flakiest of the group to say yes. Namely, saying you'd tell his son where he was if he didn't get his ass over there.)

The bar you'd chosen to meet up in wasn't too crowded. The noise level was decent and the atmosphere was cozy. Surprisingly, Ging was the first one to get there.

Who made sure to let you know when you arrived last.

"Well look who finally decided to make it? I've been waiting for an hour."

You directed your attention to Kite.

"We've only been waiting twenty minutes. He's already on his fifth shot," he said while gesturing to a very pouty Ging.

"Ass, couldn't even wait for me to get here to start drinking." Your tone was teasing as you took your seat.

"Yeah, yeah. What kept you anyways? I mean it was your idea to go out drinking. You'd think the one who suggested it would be here first." Ging grumbled. Reaching for another shot before you stole it from him.

"Hey, it's not my fault I was late. Some braindead idiot lost all the research we gathered. We had to manually log in everything again and make several copies just in case. Such a pain."

You threw your head back and downed the shot. Your face scrunched up at the strong burn in your throat.

"Getting shit-faced tonight, I see?" You noted.

A huff of amusement from your left.

"You'll be more than shit-faced if you keep stealing his drinks. Here, this one's not as strong." Kite nudged a small glass towards you.

You took a swing and were delightfully surprised. The drink was a little sweeter and not too rough going down.

"You know me so well." You wriggled your eyebrows at the taller male, making him thwap the back of your head.

"Ow. Ging, Kite's bullying me." You whined.

"Good. That's what you get for stealing my shot. You owe me fifty cents for that by the way."

"Fifty cents? You're such an ass."

With the drinks flowing, you all became a little looser. Laughing and shoving each other for what felt like the first time in years. Faces tinted rosy shades from the alcohol. It was a pleasant change of pace from working tirelessly as Hunters.

"So what did you find?" You questioned Ging.

"Believe it or not we excavated a bunch of tombs. There was some dead language scrawled on the top of them that we're probably gonna decipher tomorrow."

"You got pictures?"

"The association doesn't really want that stuff out there yet."

The three of you looked at each other in silence for a second. Then drunken laughter rang out.

"Yeah fuck that, I've got ten. Wanna see?"

Ging pulled out his phone and placed it in the middle. He leaned over your right shoulder while Kite leaned over your left. Sarcophagus-like tombs were displayed on the screen.

"Okay Mr. Lurka Ruins. Fancy stuff." You then turned your head to address Kite.

"And you? What freaky little creatures did you find?" Your words were starting to become slightly slurred.

"My team and I managed to discover fifteen new species of insect."

You opened your mouth to speak, but were cut off.

"And before you ask, yes I did snag a few pictures. Here."

You sat contently as Kite's phone swapped with Ging's in the middle. Your eyes lit up with each new bug.

"You found those all here?"

"Yeah.... Now what have you been up to?"

Both men watched as you giddily reached in your pocket.

"Not to brag buuuut- Guess who discovered a planet!!!"

You switched on your phone and proudly showed your lock screen. A dark blue orb with black rings of stardust.

Ging let out a low whistle before speaking.

"Damn, not too shabby. Your little telescope picked that up?"

You nodded enthusiastically, a sight that was endearing.

"Hell yeah! And I'm working on a better model to be able to make out the details better. Three stars here I come!"

You had accidentally leaned you all the way back into Kite. You flashed a bright smile from your position. He grinned back before continuing the conversation.

"And you're gonna make sure to apply for it right? You're not gonna be lazy like Ging."

A protest of 'Hey' from the scuffed-up Hunter as you righted yourself up.

"Nope. Ging always sets the worst examples, like parenting." An offended gasp was heard.

"Kite, Y/n's bullying me!"

You stuck your tongue out.

"Can't you two argue without putting me in the middle?" Kite said, his tone exasperated.

Your playful banter with your friends was cut off by a stranger approaching. A tap on your shoulder had you swiveling around on the barstool.

"Can I help you?" You figured whoever it was just wanted directions.

Unbeknownst to you, it was some skeez who was hoping to get lucky tonight. He noticed you sitting down, along with your choice of company. A very scuffed up looking man who was probably homeless and wandered into the bar. And another gaunt dude who looked like a fragile push over.

Obviously you were in need of someone better. A pretty thing like you would do wonders for him.

"You most definitely can."

The semi-sober one of the group, Kite, was able to pick out this guy's predatory tone easily. A look at Ging told him he wasn't too fond of this stranger either.

"Why don't you ditch these losers and spend your night with a real man?" The skeez had a smug smirk on his face.

You, however, were not amused.

"Excuse me?" You weren't too thrilled about some stranger ruining your night with your friends. But this guy didn't take the hint.

"No need to be shy. I promise you'll enjoy yourself if you come home with me tonight."

You laughed, but it was a mocking one. And even though both men wouldn't have hesitated to put this guy in his place, they knew you could handle it yourself. Plus, you'd probably be upset if one of them tried to step in.

"Ten bucks says they kick his ass." Ging addressed from over your shoulder.

"Twenty says we get kicked out for it." Kite added.

Attention was back on you as you slammed your drink down at the guy's pestering.

"C'mon, don't be difficult. I can give you double than what these guys are paying."

Yeah that dude was fucked.

"Well 'these guys' can probably fuck me better with their fingers than you can with your two centimeter dick. And it's kinda sad, dont'cha think? Paying someone to touch you because no sane person would ever try?"

The skeez froze. Anger replacing his smug expression.

"You know what, you're a slut anyways."

Ging looked over at Kite once more.

"Fifty says we have to pay for damages."

You shot up from your seat and approached the man. The anger turning into shock as you lifted him by his collar and slammed him through a table. You were very respected in your field, and they knew you wouldn't take being talked down to. Plus, your already short fuse was made even shorter thanks to the drinks running through your system.

You wiped your hands on your slacks and returned to your seat.

"Fucking hell. There goes my night." The bartender eyed you as you sat down. You quickly offered up your card.

"Here, for the table."

Your expression turned grumpy, turning to look behind at the mess you made and grumbling out profanities.

"Think it's a sign I should stop drinking?" You asked.

"You should. But are you really gonna commit after you've been pissed off?" Kite responded, trying to help distract you.

"Absolutely not. If anything, I'm gonna destroy my liver and get the biggest hangover of my life tomorrow."

Even though the conversation started to shift little by little, a certain Ruins Hunter couldn't shake your earlier words out of his head.

'Well 'these guys' can probably fuck me better with their fingers than you can-'

An idea said so offhandedly, it shouldn't be taken seriously. Yet here he was, unable to rid the image of you spread out so nicely, crying at the way his fingers hit all the right spots inside you.

A thought he would blame on the alcohol for fogging up his good judgement.

And it had him thinking. Maybe both of you could celebrate in a different way tonight. To be fair, you were all just about to be kicked out of this shit bar for using that guy to destroy the table. Besides, if you got uncomfortable, he'd stop and that would be that. No harm no foul.

So he leaned over, stubble brushing against your ear as he spoke.

"You know, if you really wanted to test that earlier theory out, I'm open to it."

You choked on your drink the moment those words left his mouth. Immediately your face went a darker shade and you sputtered for a response.

"You are honestly the worst." Your eyes looked everywhere but at him.

"Yeah, but I think I know my way around a body or two. Let's have some fun tonight. We did come all this way to 'celebrate.'" Then a bite to your lobe.

And the touch wasn't unwelcome. The advances weren't icky like that other drunk's. They made you feel hot and bothered in a very good way. Maybe it was the buzz of alcohol in your system. Maybe it was because you knew Ging so well. Or maybe, just maybe, it had to do with the fact that your other friend was right next to you watching.

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Kite knew what Ging was doing, and he wasn't too happy about it. The dirty things being whispered in your ear had your legs squeezing themselves together. Your reaction was very much positive. And he wouldn't deny your earlier words having an effect on him too. But he was not about to let his best friend whisk you away to go fuck somewhere.

At least not without trying to woo you himself first.

Cautiously, he placed his hand on your thigh. The act catching you off guard and effectively sending shivers down your spine.

Heat starting to pool in your stomach from both of their ministrations.

Kite flashed you an innocent look when you directed your attention towards him. Hand inching higher up your thigh, lightly caressing your covered skin.

Then another lustful murmur in your ear from Ging.

"Looks like someone else wants to have fun. Think you have enough room to fit the both of us inside?"

The thought had you squirming. And as tempting as it was, this was neither the time nor place.

"Both of you behave. We're in public." But the hand on your thigh dipped between your legs and the lips against your ear trailed down to your neck.

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You'd given in quickly after that, dragging the both of them out and towards your apartment. Which was fortunately close by. And thank god it was because as soon as you opened the door, enthusiastic hands were back on you.

"Play nice," You warned after Ging had turned your head away from Kite's to stick his tongue down your throat.

A grumble, but no further protest as you all stumbled towards your bed.

A soft kiss that turned feral from the silver haired hunter. Bottom lip being tugged by his teeth. You gasped lightly at the suckling sensation on your neck from the other male. Both of them working together to rid you of your shirt.

"Feel good? No regrets?" The question was mumbled against your skin by Kite.

How sweet.

Your bra was quickly discarded and one of your nipples was enveloped by Ging's mouth.

"Mmm, feels great. But you're both going a little slow." You pulled away from the duo and shimmied out of your pants. A noticeable damp spot on your panties as you spread your legs open.

"Fingers only. And if you can make me cum in twenty minutes, we can do whatever you want. Sound fair?"

If they weren't hard before, they most certainly were now. A shared look between the two. It would be a team effort.

You were pushed lightly down on the mattress and watched as troublesome clothing was discarded. Hats and cloaks thrown to the side so they wouldn't get in the way. You let out a noise of disapproval as your poor underwear was ripped to shreds.

"Here, get these wet for me." Ging placed two of his fingers in front of your mouth. You obeyed and suckled on his calloused digits.

"Help us get you started, okay?" A different set of fingers placed themselves against your lips. You opened up and let them slide in. Your warm tongue taking turns wrapping around each one.

Your mouth would definitely be a point of interest later.

Even though you were soaking at this point, it didn't hurt to add a little more natural lubricant. In fact, it would probably feel even better.

Once they were sure their fingers were wet enough, they were removed from your mouth with a 'pop.' Never one for patience, Ging quickly thrusted his fingers inside your welcoming hole. You let out a hiss from the stretch that turned into a whine as Kite applied delicious pressure against your clit.

"Fuck!" Neither of them were going slow. If anything, they were speeding up at the sound of your pleasured cries. The fingers thrusting into your cunt grazing your g-spot. The ones circling your sensitive bundle of nerves were precise and unrelenting.

You feebly moved your hips to try and match their pace. A feeling of pride and smugness at the fact that you were coming undone so quickly. That yes, their fingers were proving to be more than enough for you.

But you needed to reach your high faster if other activities were to happen. The sooner you did, the better the night would get.

"Let's switch," Ging suggested. Kite stopped his movements for a second to hear him out.

"Your fingers are a little longer and mine are more calloused. Worth a shot, dont'cha think?"

A devious smirk made its way onto the taller male's face, understanding what Ging was getting at.

"Oh most definitely."

You were left confused as both men pulled away. Only to practically scream as bigger fingers plunged into your needy cunt and repeatedly hit your g-spot, along with rougher ones abusing your puffy clit. It was different than before. Better.

And the combined stimulation had your legs shaking. The coil in your stomach tightening at an alarming pace.

"Right there!" You encouraged. The fast pace from before was back. A few more well-coordinated movements and you were cumming hard.

Your legs fighting to close, but the death grip on your thighs prevented them from doing so. Both men wanting to see your climax in full.

The tremors going through your body. The way your hands fisted the sheets above you. Your pussy clenching around nothing as Kite removed his fingers. And your release leaking down your legs.

It took you a second to catch your breath. The haze in your mind clearing up and noticing the lustful stares from your friends.

"How long was that?" You asked. Regardless, you'd still let them do what they pleased with you. You were in no rush to cut tonight short after that.

"Fifteen minutes." Ging proudly announced.

You let out a small laugh.

"Hey what's funny!?!"

"You being so excited, stupid."

A small slurping sound interrupted your banter. The need in your core was back as you watched Kite lick his fingers clean of your juices.

He flashed you a wolfish grin when he met your gaze.

These men would be the death of you.

"So what's next? You fuck me?" Maybe you were a tad bit more excited than you should be. But after seeing what they could do with just their fingers, you were eager to see what they could accomplish with more.

"Doesn't sound like a bad idea." Ging said, discarding his shirt before moving to undo his pants.

"Who would you want inside?" Kite asked, starting to strip down as well. Your answer was immediate.

"You, obviously."

"What!?!? Why does Kite get to be inside!?!" Ging complained. You gave a small glare in return.

"Remind me again which one of us has a kid? Maybe if you'd brought a condom I would consider it." It sounded like you were lecturing a child. And in a sense you were, a man child to be exact.

A possessive hand pulled you forward.

"Did you bring a condom?" The question was genuine from Kite, who was not prepared to defend against why he should be the one fucking your cunt instead of a protected Ging.

"Why would I bring one?!?! It's not like I knew I would be having sex tonight!!! And you didn't bring one either! It's not fair!" Ging pointed an accusatory finger at the silver haired male.

"Yeah? Well I trust Kite's pull-out game a helluva lot better than I trust yours. Zero beats one," You butted in.

"Fine, but if you get pregnant we'll all know who the father is."

"And I'll probably be a better one than you," Kite defended.

"No. No, no, no. I am not getting knocked up. You-," you pointed at Kite. "Are going to pull out. I'll buy some plan b in the morning. And you-," you pointed at Ging this time. "Need to decide where or what you want to fuck."

A beat of silence.

"I want your ass. Good with that?" A fair trade if he was being honest. He'd get to hear you scream and fuck the next best thing.

"I can make peace with that. So do we just...." You'd never been in a situation like this before. You didn't know who went where or what the proper position would be. All three of you on shaky knees on top of your bed. It was new territory that not even the wonders of booze could downplay.

"Here. Face me. Arms up here. And wait for Ging to go in first. Then we'll ease you down on me. Okay?" Kite's directions were comforting. His soft tone doing wonders to relax your body.

So you listened and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, waiting patiently for the man behind you to make his move.

You felt a finger prod at your ass and jumped.

"What? You've never had something in your ass before?" You weren't too fond of the teasing tone Ging had.

"No shit Sherlock. So you better go slow. And be damn grateful you're the first one I let in there!" You threw over your shoulder.

A finger pushed into you, the feeling foreign. Your body tensed up at the unfamiliar intrusion.

"Relax, it won't hurt that bad." Ging assured.

Another entered. Both thrusting into your ass slowly, spreading your tight ring of muscles open. Prepping you for his achy cock.

He was desperate to just shove himself in and chase his own high, but you were his friend. And your comfort came first. Even if he wouldn't admit it out loud.

So he took his time getting you accustomed to his fingers. Gently pushing in and out until he added a third.

You made a noise of discomfort at the added stretch. Fingers digging into Kite's shoulders to ground yourself.

"You're doing so good. Just relax, okay? If it hurts you can scratch me. But you'll be fine." A kiss on your pulse from the silver haired Hunter.

You nodded, feeling Ging remove his fingers and something bigger poke at your entrance.

"Take a deep breath and count to three. I'll go as slow as you need. Promise." You were surprised by how sweet Ging was being.

Aww, he cared.

You did as he instructed. You took a deep breath. One. Two. Three-

"SHIT!" You tried to move forward to get away from the burning intrusion, but Kite's grip kept you in place. You didn't know if it hurt so badly because you'd never done anal before, or if Ging was just too big for you to handle.

Either way, you endured the pain as best you could. Nails unfortunately breaking through Kite's skin. A damn shame.

"You're taking me so well. Already halfway in. Just a little more and we can take care of you. Don't be stupid and force yourself if it's too much, kay?"

A jolt of pleasure at Ging's praise. Not enough to dull the pain of your hole being stretched, but it was a start.

The feeling of lips against your neck distracted you. Your grip relaxing slightly.

"Almost there. Let me give you a reward for being so good."

The calloused pads of fingers made their way back to your clit while tender lips made their way to your chest, hand and mouth messing with your perky buds.

The pain was mixing with pleasure in a way that left you breathless. Unable to identify if you liked the combination or not. You felt Ging bottom out at last. He kept still, hands having a steady grip on your hips.

"There we go. Wasn't too bad now, was it?"

You shook your head, body trying its best to get used to the new sensation of having your ass full.

"Told you you'd be fine. Now, are you ready for me?" Kite whispered softly to you.

"I'm ready." You figured this would be the easy part. It was something you'd done before. Something familiar. It wouldn't hurt.

At least that's what you had thought.

Kite rubbed his member against your entrance, gathering slick so he would slip in easily. He aligned himself properly and pushed in slowly. Wanting to savor the feeling of you wrapped around him. He was surprised to feel how tight you were.

He barely registered your nails digging into his shoulders again until he heard you sniffle. Looking up, he saw you fighting back tears.

Concern for your well-being filled both of them.

But it wasn't because you couldn't handle it. It was just-

"Why the fuck are you both so big!?!" You whined.

It might've not been the best thing to say while both of them were getting adjusted. Neither of them could control their body's response to your words. A harsh snap of the hips from Ging and a hard thrust from Kite at your admission.

"Shit, don't say things like that yet. We're gonna hurt you, dumbass." Ging lectured, trying his best to keep still inside you.

But the thought that they were the biggest you've ever had, was making it very hard.

"S'not my fault. Feels too full inside." Both of your holes wrapped snugly around their cocks.

Another involuntary thrust inside you.

"Just tell us when you're ready. Can't hold back if you keep talking." Kite groaned against your ear, having fully bottomed out.

Your body felt hot, unused to being filled so well. Core burning with need at the fact. You were in for a long night.

"Okay. Go."

You felt them pull out slightly, the sting from your ass slowly dissipating while the uncomfortable stretch to your cunt became pleasurable.

Both setting a slow pace to get you used to the feeling. Lengths dragging against your sensitive walls until it drove you crazy. You might not be able to walk properly tomorrow.

"Faster, please." Your voice shaky with your request.

Hands around your hips tightened along with another set above them.

"I thought you'd never ask," Was Ging's cheeky response before ramming himself back in. The sudden harshness from his movements earning a gasp. The force making you crash into Kite's chest.

"Make sure to let us know if it's too much." Soft words before he righted you up and started slamming into you.

Immediately your eyes lulled up into your skull. Your cunt and ass taking them over and over. A loud squelching starting to fill the room. Grunts and groans sounding in your ears.

You couldn't help but throw your head back at a perfectly coordinated thrust from both. With your neck bared open, rough lips quickly attached themselves to the skin.

Your arms reached behind you to pull Ging closer, encouraging his assault against your neck. Crying out as he bit down on a sensitive spot.

You were vaguely aware of another set of lips trailing down to your chest. Eyes widening as a wet heat enveloped one of your nipples. Tongue lapping the sensitive bud before switching to the other.

You moved one of your arms back down and fisted silver locks, tugging Kite closer to your chest. The feeling of both mouths on you causing your holes to clench down.

It was getting harder and harder to form a coherent thought. Your throat going sore from your cries. Your poor body caught in a tug of war between the two men. Arms wrapped tightly around your body to angle themselves better.

Cocks hitting you in all the right places even though their movements greatly differed.

Ging's were fast and erratic, like he was jackrabbiting into you. Kite's were deep and sensual, like he was savoring your warmth.

It was hard to tell which you liked more. The brutal pace inside your ass stretching you like no one else had. Or the loving one inside your pussy that opened you up nice and slowly.

It didn't matter either way. What mattered was the way both had you seeing stars behind your eyes at the unwavering pleasure.

Your head was turned sharply to the side. Rough lips covering yours with an eager tongue slipping past. A groan from the Ruins Hunter as your tongues danced together, the taste of liquor a friendly reminder of tonight's earlier events.

Your head was guided away from him and towards a softer pair of lips. Kissing you tenderly before licking your lips for entrance. You obeyed and whined as Kite's tongue swiped across the roof of your mouth, getting a proper taste of you.

He pulled away with a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

The sight had your body tensing up and clenching down as your orgasm approached. You felt a smirk against your shoulder before a husky voice filled your ears.

"You liked being fucked, huh? Like having your little ass pounded into? Like Kite's cock splitting you open? Gonna cum already? You're such a baby."

Heat flooded your belly at Ging's words. Grinding your hips back into him as the coil wound itself tighter. Then there was a gentler voice in your other ear. One that was less cruel but had a very similar effect.

"That's it. You're squeezing me so tight. You enjoying yourself? Feel nice fucking your best friends? Cuz it sure as hell feels nice fucking you."

Your head felt dizzy from the different tone in words. Both making your slick drip down in between your bodies. You just couldn't hold on anymore, the shafts pounding into your holes becoming too much.

"Cumming! Gonna make me cu-ahh!" You let out a scream at the feeling of fingers rubbing against your clit once again. And it would have been comical to see both fighting and swatting the other away to touch your sensitive nub.

Key word: would've.

But the added sensation only had your mind going blank. The coil snapping as you spasmed around Kite's cock and clenched down on Ging's. The pleasured little ripples letting them know you'd reached your high.

Neither of them stopped to let you catch your breath. Even as tears of overstimulation started to form. You were just so nice and tight around them. Your gooey walls discouraging them from pulling out.

Until Ging got the bright idea to change things up a bit. This position was a little awkward and you did just cum twice.

You were lifted and swiftly pulled off Kite's cock, much to his displeasure and confusion.

"Wh-? Hey!"

"We'll have more fun this way."

You were set down ass up and face in front of Kite's dick. If you were being honest, you didn't mind this new change of position. The only thing you missed was being filled up so perfectly by both men. But this would do just fine.

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An: A cliffhanger??? Yes, now all of you go to horny jail. I'll finish up part two later this week. I didn't expect it to be this long so the original warnings are gonna change around a bit.

[sweetnsour1]

10:19

Fluff, x g/n reader (feat. Bakugou & Kaminari)

You blinked back at the sunlight cutting across the patio, slowly seeing more of a silhouette talking to Bakugou. You elbowed him in the side until he nodded as if you’d spoken.

“Oh. Just Kaminari.”

“Just? What kinda’ intro is that.” The blue shades slid back into his hair, showing off the creases around his eyes when his smile widened at you.

“Hel-“

“Sorry, but you are so pretty.” You paused at the interruption, tilting your head to take in his expression and features.

“Oh? Thanks. You’re pretty too.” You turned back to the man beside you. “Gonna grab a drink. See you guys inside?”

“Um…dude?”

“Hmm?”

“Did they just shoot me down or?”

“Don’t know. Don’t care.”

You heard the scraping of a chair as you wandered into the building. The air was much cooler than the summer you’d left on the other side of glass. Yet the bakery atmosphere was thick with cinnamon, meeting you with a different sort of warmth. You jumped as a hand wound around your waist. You relaxed into it as you saw the pink skin tone.

“Mina, I almost smacked the shit out of you.”

“Um, you should smack people who grab you.”

The guys caught up as you wriggled loose of your friend’s grip. She squealed just as you broke free.

“I love your earrings!” Your hand flew up to your ears, curious which ones you’d put on earlier. You found the cool surface of clay polymer and laughed.

“Thanks, they’re my new favorites.”

“Mmm, I like ‘em too. Didn’t even notice them at first. Only saw that beautiful face.” You turned your smile to Kaminari as he fell into the seat beside Mina.

“I’ll have to let the guy know he should work harder at the earrings if my face is stealing the attention.” Your eyes darted to the table, seeing she had already started breakfast without you. “I’m gonna grab a coffee. You good?” Mina took a large bite of the muffin she’d been working on and waved you off in the direction of the counter.

“The fuck keeps happening?”

“What? If you spilled on my fur again, I’m covering you in acid.”

“They-dude, I don’t even have anything. What would I spill? Wait… wasn’t I annoyed about something other than you?” You caught the sound of a soft slap. “Ow.”

You took your time looking through the display case and menu, letting their bickering float around you. Mina seemed to have countless faux brothers she bantered with like this.

“Oh, so am I broken or are theyyy?” The blonde’s voice morphed into a whine…very younger brother of him. “I mean, NO reaction? I’m not that fuckin’ low on the hero charts, what’s the deal?”

“Hmm. Maybe they don’t like blondes…or idiots.”

“Shut your-“

You turned just in time to see a pink finger flick a forehead. You sipped at your drink, hovering near the chair they’d left open for you once you reached the table.

“They don’t have a problem with blondes.” You smiled at the way Bakugou chimed in without looking up from his phone. He always seemed to be actively listening to his friends no matter what he was pretending to be more focused on.

“Sorry, kami…they just don’t like you then.”

Bakugou finally looked up at you when you still hadn’t settled into the seat beside him. You shook your drink at him, rattling the ice.

“This is really good. Sure you didn’t want one? It’s a new spiced one.”

“What about meee?” You laughed. The whine still hadn’t left Kaminari’s tone. He really was giving off younger sibling energy.

“Spiced? You seem like you prefer the sugary stuff.”

“You’re so sweet I could skip the sugar.” You hummed, processing the information.

“So you want me to get you a spiced one?”

His mouth fell open. “What? No, I-“ You sat down, watching his desperate gaze fly from a laughing Mina to a smirking Bakugou. “What…is…happening…to me?”

“They’re just not great with that.” You furrowed your brows as a pink hand gave unsolicited head pats, tugging your head away from her reach after she got a couple taps in.

“What does that EVEN mean?”

Someone grabbed your drink from your loosened grip as you swatted at the pink attack that was never ending.

“They didn’t even realize we were dating for a few weeks.” Bakugou took a long sip from your drink. “That is good.”

“Hey! I said I’d get you your own.” You yanked it back, frowning at the new level halfway down the ice. “What’re you guys talkin’ about anyway?”

“How pretty you are.” You rolled your eyes, shoving him out of his chair.

“Haha. Very funny. Go buy me another one of these, you monster.”

“Sure thing, beautiful.” You smacked his hand away as it pinched at your heated cheek. You saw Kaminari’s mouth was open.

“What…is…HAPPENING?” You laughed as Mina pet him like a dog.

“There there.”

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Just some mindless bakusquad I guess?//might edit later