#and personally I think he’d watch TV standing up with his hands behind his back

[dragonlikeleaves]

a favorite past time of mine is drawing characters from media I don’t plan on consuming (not yet, at least)

[miley1442111]

unfair- a.hotchner

a/n: he's an asshole in this for a while btw. i wrote this with fem!reader in mind but i don't think there's any mention of it so imagine what you like! mad spoilers for season 3 episode 20- Lo-fi (aka i verbatim copied dialogue from it). 'ly' means 'love you'

summary: what happens when Aaron is met with an ex-fling in the workplace that seems to hate you, surely he'll be by your side, right?

pairings: aaronhotchner x reader, platonicBAUteam x reader

warnings: general criminal minds topics, mentions of murder, mentions of panic attacks, general relationship angst, reader getting hurt, mentions of guns and bullet wounds, mentions of death, suggestive themes at the end

Part 2

You hated New York. You hated the bustling crowds, the rude people, and the barely breathable air. 

“Is it just me or does Agent Kate kinda look like Haley?” you overheard Jj say, and your heart dropped. Aaron and Haley had only been legally divorced for a few months, but they’d been separated for a lot longer than that. Your relationship with Aaron had grown into a 10 months long rollercoaster of highs and lows. He was hard on himself about the divorce, about not seeing Jack enough, but you were always there to comfort him. Jj blushed when she realised you’d heard and mouthed a ‘sorry’ your way. You nodded as an acceptance of her apology and continued with the case. 

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Kate had been shooting down your ideas all day. It could’ve been something as simple as lunch ideas, or something relating to the case, she didn’t care. Your input was unnecessary and unwanted. This led you, the only licensed psychologist on the team to be silent as Aaron, Kate and the nypd cops bounced ideas and facts about the psychology of the unSubs back and forth. You knew that what they were saying was outdated. You knew it, and yet you kept your mouth shut, not wanting to give her another reason to silence you. You weren’t even that mad at her, more at Aaron. Why wasn’t he speaking up for you? He alway did before and he promised he would intervene if someone was being unfair and not listening to you in the workplace. He made that promise to the entire team. You were hurt by him, and by the rumours you’d heard. And then you thought back, since you’d gotten to New York, he’d barely glanced your way, his eyes focused on the case or Kate. Derek slumped in the chair beside you, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

“She’s a real piece of work, everything I say is just the wrong thing,” He complained, a tired tone in his voice.

“Want to go back to the hotel? I could use an early night if no one is going to utilise us,” you offered, exhaustion and hurt guiding you against your better judgement. 

“Sounds like a plan, sugar, you and me sharing like old times?” he asked tentatively, clearly sensing the upset you were carrying. 

“You and me Derek, as always,” you smiled. You had known before-hand that the hotel only had so many rooms and in the beginning of the BAU, you and Derek would always share, since he was the person you were closest with. He took your hand and gave it a small squeeze before standing up to gather his things. You stood up too, grabbing your bag and coat. 

“Leaving so soon?” Kate asked, clearly malicious intent behind her eyes. 

“Yeah, just tired and all, listening to you spew absolute bullshit is exhausting,” you yawned and gave her a fake smile as her jaw dropped. Aaron sent you a look of warning, one you met with your own hardened eyes. “Goodnight,” you waved at the cops you had befriended, who waved back, all too happy that someone had finally put Shelly in her place. 

Derek and you walked to the hotel hand in hand, just as you used to, he got the room key, you showered in the bathroom as he watched tv, then vice versa. You texted Aaron a simple, ‘sharing with Derek. Ly xxx’ before you let yourself fall asleep, comfortable in the clean hotel bed. 

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You always wrote it out. He thought to himself as he rushed to the hotel, mere minutes after you sent the text. He had been tired and maybe his vision was clouded with Kate, an old fling of his if he was being honest. He pulled at his tie in the elevator as he caught his breath. When the doors opened on the floor of your room, he found you standing on the other side, your eyes semi-shut as if to try and conserve your drowsy state, a habit he knew you possessed and loved. This brought an ease to him, a small smile made its way onto his lips. You had your headphones on too, which meant you really were sharing with Derek. His smile dropped. 

“Honey,” he sighed and you yawned and rubbed your eyes. 

“Aaron?”

“Yes honey, can we talk-”

“In the morning,” You cut him off, “I’m just getting ice. The ice machine on this floor is out of order.”

“It technically is 1:34 am,” he corrected and you sent him a glare. He shut his mouth. “Can I at least kiss you goodnight?” 

“I don’t know, is your mouth not too tired from kissing Kate’s ass today?” You stifled a chuckle at your own joke as he sighed. 

“Honey if you let me-” 

“Please, for the love of god, shut up, I’m too tired for this,” You got off as the doors opened and closed them behind you, pushing the button back to his floor. You grabbed your ice and took the stairs instead of risking him being there. You got back into your room and fell asleep again, even more to think about. 

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You walked into the police precinct with Spencer, ready to help him with his geological profile when Aaron stopped in front of you, and Spencer continued walking on. 

“We need to talk,” he essentially demanded and you rolled your eyes and tried to push past him to follow Spencer but he grabbed your waist and started walking you both into an empty interrogation room. 

“Are you planning on interrogating me?” You chuckled as he let go of your waist and started pacing around the room. “What is the problem here?” You asked. 

“Why don’t you tell me? Something I did made you so upset that you decided you wouldn’t sleep in the same bed as me, something I did made you not tell me you love me, and something I did made you not let me kiss you goodnight. So please, just tell me!” He was frantic, the early signs of a panic attack clear in his body language and face. 

“Aaron, come here,” you walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold him. His hands pulled you closer to him, squeezing you tight into his chest. “I was just mad about Kate not taking mine or Derek’s ideas, and how you didn't help either of us out. I just wanted some space to clear my head-”

“Were you jealous?” He asked, pulling away from you.

“No? I was frustrated that mine and Derek’s ideas were being shot down, this has nothing to do with Kate.” 

“Then why did you say what you said last night? It made her deeply upset,” he explained and you rolled your eyes. 

“Because it was true? Maybe next time, let the registered and licensed psychologist with 2 phDs speak?” 

His eyes were trained on you. “Not everything always has to be about you, some people are very sensitive to things like that-” 

“I’m starting to think I should be jealous of Kate” you knew it was a low blow but it was one you were willing to take. “I’ll see you around, agent.”

You left Aaron alone in the room, a frown that was bound to stay all day. 

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Derek had been right to station BAU team members on platforms and we were about to have another body. 

“Hotchner,” a brief pause. “Does it look like it could be one of our guys?” Aaron spoke into the phone.

“What’s going on?” Derrick asked, 

“We’ve got eyes on one of them, he’s on the subway platform at 59th and lex,” Aaron’s eyes met yours and you looked away, focused on Penelope’s voice over the phone..  

“59th? We could have been right there,” Derek sighed, clearly frustrated with Aaron’s behaviour. 

“Garcia, can you get eyes on him above ground?” 

“If he makes it to the park, we've lost him,” Kate explained.

“We could've had that guy,” Derek stressed. 

“Even if we were on that platform, odds are he would have moved on to somewhere more isolated,” Kate argued. 

“Maybe, but it was worth taking a shot,” Derek shot back.

“We had every available man on the street,” She scoffed.

“And I suggested to you that you use this team,” Derek seethed. 

“Second-guessing doesn't do us any good right now,” Aaron piped up. 

“Hotch, how am I supposed to look these cops in the eye and tell them that we're actually here to help them?” Derek demanded, even you were getting angry now.

“We're here to present a profile. That's what we need to do,” Aaron said in that terrible deadpanned voice that made you want to shake him until he was the real Aaron again. Your Aaron. 

“I said to put us at express stops- 14th, 42nd, 59th and that's exactly where they hit!” Derek snapped.

“It's not your place to have this discussion,” Aaron crossed a line with that.

“My place?” Derek questioned.

“You need to back off,” Aaron scolded. 

“We got 7 bodies, man,” Derek said, shocked that Aaron would ever treat him like this.

“Which is exactly why we need to stay focused,” Aaron countered.

“Focused. From where I'm standing, All your focus is on her, not on this case, you're ignoring your girl, so it's not on y/n, but on her,” Derek rebutted. 

“Take a walk, now.” 

You gasped when Derek called him out, but as Derek walked off he offered you a hand, one which you took, and left Aaron with Kate. Derek left to go ‘take a walk’ to a bar nearby and you sat in an office, going over the case with Emily and Spencer. You all ended up sleeping in the office, you chose to be as far away from Aaron as possible. The next day, you were positioned with Emily. 

“How’s it going with Aaron?” She asked and you let out a groan. “That good huh?”

“He’s being such a dick, I have no clue what to do,” You sighed. 

“Maybe talking to him will help?” She offered and you shot her a glare. 

“He doesn’t want to hear me, he just wants to talk,” you explained, hopping off the train and walking up the platform steps. You heard a gunshot and looked around, knowing he was close. 

“Garcia? Where is he?” Emily asked.  “He’s headed our way.” You ran towards the way he was coming from and spotted him, chasing him the other way. You were faster than Emily and stopped in the alleyway. He shot. He grazed your side and Emily shot him and grabbed his gun. 

“Y/l/n?! You ok?” She called back to you. 

“It was just a graze, I’m fine,” You took a deep breath as the adrenaline wore off and the pain started to seep in. Emily and you waited for the ambulance and you started getting stitched up as the rest of the team arrived. Derek came straight to you, Aaron hot on his heels.

“You good sugar?” He asked and you nodded as the needle went back into your skin. 

“Not my first bullet, probably not my last,” you joked and you saw Aaron’s eyes widen. Spencer and Jj shot you a look of concern from behind Aaron and you sent them a thumbs up, Spencer and Jj nodded, understanding that you were ok.

“Can I have a minute alone, please?” Aaron cleared his throat and Derek rolled his eyes but obliged anyway, walking away. “Are you ok?” 

“Yeah, great. Nothing like a bullet wound to put a pep in your step,” you remarked, sarcasm flowing freely. They finished with the stitches and put a dressing on the wound. As soon as you were out of the paramedics hands, Aaron wrapped you in an all-consuming hug. 

“I was so worried,” he whispered. 

“Yeah, so was I, I didn’t think you could get your head out of your ass in time,” you snorted, hearing others laugh at your joke. Aaron rolled his eyes and cracked a smile. 

“I was being unfair, wasn’t I,” he sighed, his hands resting on your waist. 

“Yes, yes you were.” 

“I love you, and I’m sorry I didn’t show it,” he offered and you smiled and kissed him softly. 

“You know it’s going to take a bit more than a few pretty words and a hug to make this right, right?”

“Oh I know, but I was hoping you would at least be in the same bed as me tonight? Then I can at least start apologising,” he smirked and you laughed. 

“Maybe,” you mused. 

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[thursdayinspace]

ficlet: a long time and no time at all

So, @laurencem asked what Mulder and Scully were doing at the unremarkable house at midnight for the anniversary of the millennium kiss. I could imagine their night having been something like this. tagging @today-in-fic

It’s been a long time and no time at all. She’s looking out the window, three minutes to midnight, lost in thought; it’s dark outside, but the room is filled with the soft light of a single lamp and a few candles. She sees little but her own reflection looking back at her, a contemplative look on her face.

His reflection joins hers as he steps up behind her, placing his hands on her hips and leaning his chin on the top of her head. He fits against her as if their bodies were made to slot together. She’s never felt small in his arms. She feels invincible.

“Hey,” he says.

“Hey,” she answers.

“What are you thinking about?”

She takes a second to answer. It’s been such a long time and no time at all. “Us. You and me.”

“Funny,” he says. “I’ve just been thinking about the same thing.”

It doesn’t surprise her. They don’t celebrate many holidays, but they celebrate this one. There aren’t many New Year’s Eves they’ve spent apart. The few she hasn’t spent with him, she’s spent alone. She knows he’s done the same. This night belongs to the two of them. There’s no room for anyone else.

His eyes are fixed on her reflection. Hers are fixed on his. If she squints, she can see their younger selves in the window standing slotted together like puzzle pieces, and it seems right. Such a long time. She leans back against him and sighs. No time at all, really. She takes his arm and lifts it to look at the watch on his wrist. One more minute. She links her fingers with his before letting their hands drop back to their sides. It seems like yesterday that she touched him for the first time, shook his hand and changed her life.

It seems like yesterday that he leaned towards her in a hospital hallway and touched his lips to hers for the first time.

“Twenty-five years,” he says. Of course he’s thinking about it too.

“A quarter of a century.” It sounds like forever when she puts it into words. It has been forever. It is forever.

He sways back and she turns in his arms, looks up at him, wonders how the sight of him can still take her breath away. In the small space between them he lifts his arm so they can both see the face of his watch, the seconds ticking down. They don’t speak. Time passes without words. They’ve never needed many.

Ten seconds. She hears the countdown from the TV twenty-five years ago, feels the quiet calm she’d felt as she watched the world stay the same.

Five, four, three.

She looks up at him, his gaze meeting hers, and the look in his eyes is the same it was then. It’s always been the same.

Two. One.

He leans in.

Midnight: a moment’s pause, close enough they’re sharing breath, and even if she can’t remember the number of seconds it took for his lips to meet hers back then, she thinks it must have been exactly this long before they closed the final inch of distance for the first time.

A soft, lingering kiss, so familiar it makes her heart flutter in her chest. She knows his lips so well. They’ve touched every part of her body. They’ve formed words that have healed her and hurt her and made her feel like the luckiest person in the world. The new year wouldn’t start without his kiss, the hands of the watch frozen in the half second before midnight. She doesn’t know how time moved on when they weren’t together. Maybe it only did because she closed her eyes and wished him to be with her until the universe believed that he was.

The smile on her face is different than the one from twenty-five years ago. His is too.

She’d never thought she was all that special until he’d looked at her.

“Happy new year, Scully,” he says.

“Happy new year, Mulder,” she answers.

A quarter of a century ago, so much had happened to them that she’d believed nothing could surprise her anymore. These days, so much has happened to them that she expects new surprises every day.

This is the only thing that will never change: she loves him. Utterly and completely. It’s been so long and no time at all since she let that knowledge out its cage in her heart, shared it with him, and learned what the look in his eyes had been telling her all along. To be loved like this is more than she can comprehend.

“When you kissed me back then,” she starts.

“Twenty-five years ago?”

“Yeah. When you kissed me then…” She puts her hands on his chest to feel the steady beating of his heart. “I never asked. Was it supposed to be a New Year’s kiss? Or the start of something?”

He runs his fingertips gently along her temple. “Neither,” he says. “I think I was admitting something that had been true for a long time.”

“Okay.”

“Did you understand?”

“I think I did,” she says. “Did you understand my answer?”

He nods. “I think I did. Either way, it worked out alright, didn’t it?”

It’s been a long time and no time at all since she kissed him for the second time. In the car as she dropped him off at his apartment. A long time and no time at all since she asked him if he needed help with anything with his arm in a sling, a long time and no time at all since he said yes and asked her if she’d come up for a while. A long time and no time at all since they kissed for the third time and then more times than she can count.

She kisses him again. She kisses him like it’s twenty-five years ago, she kisses him like they’ve been kissing for a quarter of a century, she kisses him like time has no meaning at all.

He’s the same and he is different. She’s the same and she is different. What they’re saying to each other is the same. That time passes, and they’ll face it together. Always.

[urlovebot]

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Too close

closeted bada, bf-to-ex howl, secret gf y/n.

c/w: angst. angry howl, homophobia, minor and very, very minor physical harm done to bada. closeted bada, out and proud reader. its alooooot of angst. some comfort at the end though so don't worry!

a/n: the characters depicted are not related nor based off of their personalities in real life. this is purely fiction. also shout out to @wrosie-writes. they wanted to see anti howl fic. they ask, they shall receive. enjoy!

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"are you okay?"

bada hears howl, but she's more concerned with the contents on her phone than she is with him.

"i'm fine." bada tries to make it sound as believable as possible.

“i don’t get you.” howl glares at her, eyes boring into the back of her head.

“...what are you talking about?”

“you and y/n. you’re just really close with her. you confide in her, you trust her. it kind of pisses me off if i’m being honest.”

bada moves her focus from the tv to howl who stands behind the couch she sits on. she looks at him incredulously. why is he bringing this up now?

“what prompted this?”

“you. i know you’re texting her right now.”

bada challenges him, “and if i am?”

howl rolls his eyes and runs a hand through his hair. he was so fucking fed up with you. every chance you got, you were with howl and bada. howl felt like you were intruding all the time, meanwhile, bada told you to not be a stranger. he was angry.

“i want you to stop talking to her.”

bada fully turns around and blinks up at him, “what?”

howl’s eyes narrow, “you heard me. stop talking to her.”

bada shakes her head, “i shouldn’t have to choose. don’t make me choose.”

howl stands firm and bada almost caves. a part of her loves howl. another part of her loves you, deeply.

bada stands up and tries to walk around him. what the fuck was she supposed to do? why was he putting her in this impossible position?

“lets go to bed and talk about this in the morning. please.”

bada continues walking towards their shared bedroom but howl stops her. he grabs hold of her wrist and pulls, “don’t walk away from me. you’re avoiding this.”

she wrenches her hand out of his grip and rubs at her wrist. he’d never done that before and it hurt. it hurt.

“i just don’t want to talk about it right now.”

howl frowns and tries to grab at her again but bada dodges his advancement toward her. she shifts to the other side of the island in their kitchen.

“i dont like this.”

she felt scared. small.

howl raises his voice, “you know what i don’t like? watching my girlfriend be mentally intimate with another person. you’re not even fucking her, you just care too much about her. you pour yourself into her instead of me. god, bada, we havent had sex in weeks! you barely let me hold your hand. Is it y/n? is she forcing you to do something you don’t want to do?”

bada’s jaw drops momentarily. but her shock is replaced with anger and frustration. distress and confusion. “what did you mean by that last part?” she leans forward and places her hands on the surface in front of her.

“you heard me. i know y/n likes women. is she coming on to you? you know i don’t like that and i can make her stop if you want me to. just say the words.”

bada shakes her head, confusion still drawn on her face, “you can make her stop? how? and what do you think it is that she could possibly be doing? what’s so wrong with her liking women?”

howl puts his head in his hands. he couldn’t believe how dense bada was acting. it’s like she didnt understand that-

“i don’t like that about her. you know that doesn’t sit right with me. i can take care of it. of her.”

fear pools in the bottom of bada’s stomach. she gets nauseous and thinks carefully about her next words as they mean alot for your own personal safety. she did not want to compromise that. she… she did not want to compromise herself either. she tries to act passive and pulls out her phone. she sends you a quick “sos” and sets her phone on the counter.

“you don’t need to take care of anything. stop worrying about it. about me. about her. everything is fine. i’m tired baby, can we please just let this go for the night?”

she glances down as she sees the texts coming in from you.

are you okay?

please answer me.

are you at howls?

its late, i need to know if you’re safe

i see your location, i’m on the way

*y/n has shared their location with you*

i’ll be there in 10 minutes. if it’s howl messing with you again, i swear to god i’ll take that fucker out tonight.

howl rounds the corner of the island and takes steady strides to bada and she stumbles back, praying that you show up sooner rather than later.

“you don’t see how she’s fucking with your head? she doesn’t love you like i do, bada.” howl reaches a hand up to bada’s face.

bada shakes in fear, its creeping up her spine and she can feel his breath on her face. he’s too close.

he’s too brave.

bada takes his hand in hers and places it back down by his side,

“you don’t love me howl. I’m something for you to show off like a trophy to your friends. I have no real meaning to you. you dress me up and make me out to be whoever you want me to be, but i’m not her. I’m not the girl you want me to be so desperately.”

bada straightens up for the first time in a couple months and she laughs as she realizes - her and howl stand at the same height. it makes her chuckle in his face. she advances towards him instead and now, the tables turn. howl looks almost… disturbed? shocked? he’d never seen bada be so… firm. so confident.

“y/n lets me be myself. fully. she accepts every part of me without question. her love is unconditional with no limit. no ceiling. there are no dealbreakers- she just loves me. howl i cant even wear sweatshirts around you without you saying i’m not being feminine enough. i’m not pretty enough. but y/n? it doesn’t matter what the fuck i have on because its me. and she loves me regardless.”

bada’s phone dings again and as she looks down at it, its you.

i’m parked, i’m in the elevator going to your floor now

bada walks around howl to their bedroom, he follows.

“where do you think you’re going?” howl crosses his arms.

bada grabs her emergency bag, only needing a couple items since you already had half of her wardrobe at your apartment. “i’m going out. i’m not sure when i’ll be back.”

she exits the bedroom and makes her way to the door,

“and let me just tell you this, howl. If it came between you and y/n, i will always choose y/n. without question.”

and as if on cue, the doorbell rings. bada swings the door open to reveal you in a pair of sweatpants and one of her sweatshirts draped on your body. bada tries her best to shield howl from your sight and exit as swiftly as she possibly can given the situation, but howl grabs her arm and yanks. you hear bada hiss, and as soon as you lay eyes on howl, you feel rage encompass your entire being. you step into the door and remove his hand from her arm, pulling bada from out of the door frame and behind you.

“how dare you lay your fucking hands on her? are you kidding me?” you take a step forward but bada pulls you back and intertwines her hand with your own, “let’s go y/n. please”

howl’s body is slumped, insecurity swallowing him whole. you can't help but laugh at him. he was such a fucking idiot. you turn around and scan bada for any harm, luckily, she seems fine other than being a little shaken up. you lean up to give her a kiss on her cheek and take one last look at howl. pathetic. you both turn to walk away and howl hopes bada turns around to look at him, show any waver of uncertainty. but she never looks back, she just moves forward. with you.

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your fingers twirl through bada’s hair. she’d changed into comfy clothes once you guys got home and now she’s sprawled out on top of you, head laying on your chest.

“you okay?” your hand pushes the hair out of her face. you feel her nod. she shifts so that her head is resting upright.

“i am now.” she grins up to you, pressing her lips against your own. she really meant it this time.

[undercvrfan444]

Description! Mafia leader Satoru who loves his little doll but can’t let her attitude go unchecked.

Authors note! I’m thinking of elaborating on this drabble and making a fic. Dividers from @thecutestgrotto and @k1nzer

Reader who had been giving Satoru attitude all day and him knowing it’s because she hasn’t been taken care of. Any other person that snapped or bit at him the way she did would have been dead long ago.

You were sitting on the couch watching tv as Satoru sauntered in behind you. Gently he let one of his big hands run up your neck as he pushed your head back so you made eye contact with him.

“Hi doll, feeling better?” His words were low and teasing but held a bit of uncertainty to them. It sent chills down your spine and heat straight between your legs hearing him like this. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Is all the you respond with.

Satoru clicks his tongue at you and bends down in your ear, hand tightening ever so gently over your throat. His long slender fingers were cold against your burning skin and it drove you mad.

“Oh I think you know very well doll.” His teeth grazed your throat, like he’d pounce on you any second. “You’ve been so mean to me baby. So imagine my surprise when I feel like i’ve done nothing but keep you safe and warm.”

Your chest heaved under the thin material of your shirt. Blood rushed to your ears in anticipation, knowing damn well you’d get what you wanted deserve for being so hateful all day. Hushed whimpers leave your lips when he removes his hand from your neck and stands up, coming to sit beside you.

Before you can take this chance to crawl into his lap he’s already two steps ahead of you. In a flash you’re pulled softly into his chest unable to move. As Satoru talks his thick chest rumbles. He’s so much larger than you without all the extra muscle he has, but you can’t deny it’s a turn on to feel how hard and ridged his body is while he envelopes you.

“Listen please, doll. Be a good girl f’me and take yer pants off. Okay?”

The quiet yet direct tone Satoru takes with you rings in your ears. It’s not like him to let bad behavior slip past without being punished…and he fucking feasted on the fear that exuded off of you. In compliance with his orders you slip out of the pants you had on leaving you in the skimpiest panties you could have owned.

“Oh fuck.” It was a low groan you didn’t know it you even heard right. His fingers were slow to caress you, teasing so nicely you almost regretted your actions today. Almost. “Did you have this planned doll? You wore those slutty little panties because you knew I’d do something about you being mean to me all day?”

Satoru was on his best behavior right now and you knew that. His words were sugar coated; not at all what you expected. It thrilled you beyond belief!

The man was like a storm at sea. So beautiful from a distance while still being able to settle fear deep in your chest. His cologne filled your nose making your head buzz instantly. A few seconds passed before you mustered up a few words.

“N-no. I just…I-“

“Ah ah. No no no, none of that stuttering mess.” He pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “Talk to me like the big girl you are. We both know you have a reason behind your actions and sputtering like a baby won’t save you right now.”

Without a warning Satoru ripped the thin fabric of your panties off of you. Red, stinging marks were left in wake of the material earning a squeal from you. “I-I’m sorry! Satoru I’m sorry!” Your words were rushed as you felt his fingers press between your slick folds.

“I just wanted some attention! I shouldn’t have been mean I know. I know!” A pained squeal erupts from your lips when he pushed two thick fingers past your entrance, stretching you so painfully good.

“Oh I know you’re sorry sweetheart, but unfortunately you’re still going to have to be punished. My men would think I started going soft if I didn’t work this attitude out of you.”

His fingers are brutal with how rough he bullies your pussy. Squelching and sloshing noises fill the room while you push on his wrist. Searing pain mixes with tingling pleasure that leaves you wanting more of his attention.

*Ring!* *Ring!* *Ring!*

both of you stop moving for a second. Gojo grins behind you, retrieving his phone from his back pocket while giving you a “you gonna be quiet?” look.

“Hello?” His voice was smooth as it spoke to whoever was on the other side of the phone. His fingers however…

Both of your hands clamp over your mouth to keep the pitiful whines from being too loud. His fingers pulled out of your pussy up until he was barely touching you before slamming into the soft tissue. Curling his fingers, he continued to bully your cunt while talking over the phone.

The mix of his cologne filling your senses, fingers stuffing you so deliciously full, and the intriguing feeling of possibly being heard coaxed your orgasm to build. The warm feeling in your tummy gathers quickly at the feeling of being manhandled.

Satoru’s fingers were *thick.* Thick and rough skin that rubbed against you so perfectly it felt like you were drunk. You don’t know why he had this effect on you, but it was welcomed with open arms. He could talk to your body like no other man had ever been able to.

“Sa-ah-toru! g’na cum…please!” The soft words are muffled under your hands. A sinister grin crossed Satoru’s face as he sits the phone beside him on the couch, clamping his own hand down onto your smaller hand and pushing his fingers deeper inside you.

A few seconds later and you’re coming undone on his fingers. Any screams or cries you tried to get out are stopped by his tight grip on your face. It’s hard to stay quiet as drool slips down your chin, thighs clamping tightly on his hand while you twitch.

Carefully his teeth nick your ear as he presses soothing kisses into the soft skin. “Shh be quiet or else you might get us in trouble doll.”

Your chest jumped as you took in ragged breaths. It didn’t take long for you to sink into his chest, nuzzling back against his shoulder and feeling his fingers scissor softly inside you. It wasn’t anything to give you real pleasure but just enough to keep that warm feeling in your tummy enjoyable.

You hadn’t even realized Satoru’s phone call ended until he pulled your hand away from your face easily. The red hue on your cheeks made him smile and pepper little kisses around your face.

“That wasn’t so bad now was it?” A quiet giggle fills your ears.

[tiredfox64]

I was wondering if you could write about Smoke and the reader have already been married and they have kids of their own (2 or 3) and Kuai Liang and Harumi decided to give them a break by watching the kids while Tomas and the reader go on a date night and when they come back they see Kaui Liang and Harumi look exhausted and lost while the kids are being rambunctious? Lol

Never Again, Not Even for Cake

Prior notes: I’ve babysat my niece once. I ended up telling my fiancé my baby fever was gone. Still looking for it. (I’ll get to the other requests soon)

Pairing: Tomas x Afab reader

Warnings ‼️: A child (no)

Ah yes, life’s pleasures. Fall in love, get married, have yourself a little family, the good stuff. Ah but hey, did anyone tell you have difficult kids could be?

Well, Tomas was a child once, but that doesn’t help. You did come from a large family, that helps. It was like living with bunnies. Even if you were the youngest there was always a cousin, niece, or nephew to help with. So you got the hang of this.

The first were a pair of twins, god help you. Two rambunctious boys who went behind their father’s back and learned smoke magic themselves. They aren’t skilled but they like to use it for pranks. And when they turned five, what do you think happened? That’s right! You fell pregnant again! This time with a baby girl.

So now you and Tomas have a family with a pair of six year old twins and a one year old baby girl. Take a guess, when was the last time you ever caught a break? Long time ago. That’s why Kuai Liang and Harumi stepped up and decided to babysit. That’s what good godparents do. You were a little skeptical since you never really knew how good they were with kids. But they constantly said it won’t be bad, you two need a break, you guys haven’t had a date in a while, etcétera etcétera. You caved, now the lovely couple stands in your home, ready to babysit.

“Are you sure you two can do this? You do realize the twins are sneaky? The little one found out she can grab things now.” You kept blabbering and Tomas had to reassure you.

“My love, I’m sure they will be fine. Kuai Liang helped raise me so I’m sure he can deal with the boys.”

“But-“

“We know the milk is in the fridge we just need to warm it up. She is teething so there are frozen teething toys in the freezer. The boys will eat anything and they like to sit down to watch Power Rangers.” Harumi quickly shut you down by going over some of the key points you told them.

“I still don’t think your use of the television is a great idea when calming the boys down.” Kuai Liang critiqued as if he has any say.

“It’s just a tv, Kuai Liang. Other parents do worse you have no idea.” You snapped back.

“Okay, love, I think we should get going. They look like they can handle themselves. Goodbye! Thank you again!” Tomas thanked his brother and sister in law before dragging you out of the house.

Finally a moment of freedom.

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A simple dinner alone was already a treat itself. Not having to force the twins to sit down, stop fighting, and just eat their food was a relief. Or your baby crying in the middle of the meal and having to listen for a good minute to figure out what she wants. The worst is when she’s just crying for no reason and you can’t do anything but let it pass.

There was none of that. Just you and Tomas having a yummy meal. It took you back to the time when you two were just dating. You could never really sit down since Tomas seemed paranoid he would be caught sneaking out of practice. He’d always scare you by popping out of no where from a puff of smoke. It wasn’t ever a big deal and he’d take your hand to go get some food. You commonly would steal from his plate whenever you could but you would give something back in return. A trade. He was happy to see that you still do that even when you guys are now married. You haven’t changed a bit and he was happy with that. Not even becoming a mother could suppress your personality.

You still look as gorgeous as the day he met you and he still looks so handsome. You never doubted your relationship with him. Never doubted marrying him or having kids with him. This date shows that there is a still a strong spark between you.

Not even when the dinner was done did the date truly end. You guys walked, talked, and laughed together. Never even a mention of the kids. Oh that’s right, the kids.

“It’s getting pretty late. You think we should start heading back? We did tell that that we would be out for three hours.” You suggested.

Tomas took a moment to think about it. Yes, it was getting pretty late. Late enough that the kids might need to be put down for bed soon. But…

“Nope, I think they will be okay with us being out for another hour. It’s not like the kids have anywhere important to be tomorrow so they can stay up late.” Eh, good enough, may the date go on!

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You and Tomas felt more rejuvenated. All smiles and laughter. You even felt good enough to get Kuai Liang and Harumi a whole cheesecake as another thanks for babysitting. You of course had to get the twins their own slice or else they won’t even shut up.

What you didn’t expect is to walk into was pure chaos. Your motherly instincts kicked in the moment you heard the baby crying. A cry of pain, probably the teething. Ah but Harumi looks like she’s in more pain. The baby had a tight grip on her long hair. That’s what you forgot to tell her. The baby yanks so she should put her hair up. Well at least Kuai Liang was safe from that.

…never mind the boys got him. He looked like a shell of his former self. His bun was so close to unraveling. At least nothing was on fire so that means they didn’t trick him into using his powers.

You placed the desserts on the kitchen table before running to Harumi. You forced your baby girl to open her hands and let go of Harumi’s beautiful black hair. It looked all messy now when it’s usually all smoothed down. You opened the freezer door and popped in the first frozen teething toy you could see. Immediately the crying stopped and she was satisfied once more.

Poor Kuai Liang, the twins are yanking at him and asking him to do more tricks. What is it with boys and arson? Tomas came over quickly to yank them off him, holding them by the back of their shirts. Looking around you could see the living room was in shambles.

“What in the world happened here?!” You yelled out.

“Why didn’t you say anything about them using smoke magic?” Kuai Liang asked in a tired voice.

“We told you they were sneaky.” You said.

“That’s not-!” He stopped himself from screaming at you.

Tomas placed both boys down on the ground again before scolding them into apologizing and cleaning the living room up.

“I mean look, you lived. You still have head on your hair,” You pointed at Harumi, “And you still have your sanity in tact.” Referring to Kuai Liang.

That was a lie they look utterly exhausted. Traumatized even. You’ve never seen these two that disheveled before. Hell, not even you looked this way after giving birth to the twins. Though their looks didn’t stop Tomas from asking for something else.

“Thank you so much for taking care of the kids, Kuai Liang,” he pulled his brother in closely to whisper something, “Could you come back next week? I want to take her out again.”

Kuai Liang damn near looked like he would kill his brother. He didn’t say anything. He just took Harumi’s hand and went out the door. They didn’t even take the cheesecake. Oh well! More for the family!

After notes: I’m sorry if this seems disfuncional. I ended up crying during my speech today so I feel off. I’ll be done with this semester soon. Only three weeks to go. Adiós!

[artdcnaldson]

Consider: you're a close friend of Tashi's from stanford and you'd drifted apart after the injury. You vaguely recognize Patrick at a bar and decide to go home with him despite not... Really remembering where you knew him from. This becomes a semi regular hookup. Until...

You get pregnant. You try calling him but it's not like he picks up. And you'll be damned if you beg for help from any man, especially Patrick fucking Zweig. So ... Maybe it's a bit spiteful. You could've included that important detail in any of your voicemails.

You have a girl. Victoria. (Ricky for short. Yeah it's corny but hey. You're a single mom. You get the right to feel however you want about the situation.) You try not to be bitter - even when you start seeing news that the three of them are together again and you're... SOL.

There's a kids tennis day camp nearby. Shed seemed interested and it gave you some free time. Ricky's 6 now, just a couple years younger than Lily. You show up to pick her up, all sunglasses and tight ponytail and cool ease when you see a girl with the same eyes as your college best friend clinging to your baby girls hand with two men walking behind a bit awkwardly.

What were you going to say now?

This actually makes me insane like hbngngnggg also changed the daughter’s name one fraction ok i think it makes sense tho

Patrick was getting too attached— 24 years old, in his prime, and he didn’t want to tie himself down to someone. He stopped picking up your calls and fucked his way through the eastern seaboard— far away from you so he could get you out of his mind.

A little over a month after he started ignoring you, he got a text.

hey. can you call me?

And he was mean. He knew it was mean, because he saw the message come in and he felt a fondness. And he wasn’t sure if he missed your pussy, or if he missed you. He knew he longed for conversations with you, the way you’d mindlessly trace whorls over his back and talk about the day, ask about things he liked, his childhood, fond memories, tell him some of your own. It came too easy, the most natural thing he’d felt since Art, since Tashi, so he got out. He stayed out.

who is this lol

You don’t text back. He doesn’t see you again for seven years, but you don’t stop seeing him. Partially, you see him in your daughter, in her personality, in her eyes, in her crooked smile, in her ears. It always struck you as funny, the way genetics picks and chooses things like that.

It wasn’t just her— it was your incessant need to know about him. You kept up with his ranking, watched a few of his matches after Ricky goes to sleep and you have the TV to yourself. It was just like that for a while— his rank would dip, it would rise, but he stayed relatively stagnant.

Until New Rochelle. You watched the match live with Ricky, because she had developed a persistent interest in the sport since she’d learned about it in P.E.. A month prior. After the match, after the insanity of the tie break, when Patrick wins, Ricky asks for you to please put her in lessons.

You start small— a local thing at the YMCA. She takes to it like a duck to water. Fucking genetics, if that was even how it worked. You start working your way up, wind up paying a ridiculous amount of money for a fancy tennis camp just because she loves it so much. You show up a couple minutes late for pick up a few weeks in and Ricky runs up to you with a friend in tow.

“Can Lily go to lunch?”

You crouch down and push your sunglasses atop your head, smiling fondly at your daughter. “I dunno, baby… does Lily want to go to lunch?”

“My dad and Uncle Patrick already said yes,” Lily supplies, gesturing behind her.

And fuck, of fucking course. You stand, sweep invisible dirt off of your legs and look at Patrick Zweig in person for the first time since, what? 2012? He looks good, of fucking course he does. You’d seen him during matches, but normal clothes look good on him. It pisses you off.

“You know you just agreed to Chuck E Cheese, right?” You say in lieu of a greeting, omitting awkward pleasantries with Art and Patrick. Maybe Art at least deserved a hello, congratulations on retirement, on the US Open, but the asshole standing beside him was all you could focus on. “I take Ricky after tennis lessons.”

“You have a kid,” Patrick says, not a question, just a statement of fact. You nod, swallowing down irritation. Your luck was so fucking bad. “And she’s…”

You sigh. “She's turning seven in a few months,” you supply. He swallows, nods, does the math in his head

Chuck E Cheese is hell. You remembered liking it as a kid, having your fifth birthday there and being scared of the animatronics. But they got rid of the animatronics, and made the mascot in question creepy and skinny and all but one skeeball machine is out of order. But you play anyway, leave Art and Patrick at the table as soon as the girls get up.

Patrick finds you, sidles up so close it’s like he has no sense of personal space. “She’s mine?”

You huff in annoyance, flub your roll down the skeeball lane. 0 points. What you want to say is something along the lines of, what the fuck do you think? But you remember where you are, sigh, and try your best to censor yourself. “Yes. Biologically, she's all yours.”

He fucking groans, swears under his breath, paces a bit behind you as you ignore him and keep playing. You toss another skeeball down the lane, then another, and the timer runs out before he speaks again.

“You didn’t think maybe you should tell me anytime in the past seven years?” He finally says, He grabs your arm, his hands warm and big and exactly like you remembered.

“I thought I should,” you reply, as casually as you can as all of the hurt and frustration and resentment rears its ugly head. “But you lost my fucking number within the same week that you ditched the west coast for wherever the fuck you went. I called you— over and over. You were the one that never picked up.”

He huffs in annoyance. “You could’ve left a message. Something. I deserved to know that I had a fucking kid running around.”

Ricky darts by, steals your hard earned skeeball tickets from the machine, and runs off giggling like a maniac. You smile fondly and pocket your game card. You turn to Patrick and let the expression fall back into something cold and stern. “I disagree. And I think it’s best if Ricky doesn’t find out.”

He grabs your arm, pulls you closer. “You fucking named her after me,” he practically growls in your ear. You clench your jaw and look away. “She’s never asked who I am? Never wondered about her dad?”

You pull your arm away and glare. You’re sure you look like two divorced parents trying and failing to play nice for their kids’ sake. It honestly amuses you a bit— you might have laughed about it if you were with anyone else. “One, her name is Veronica, okay? Ricky’s a nickname. Two, yes, of course she wonders. She’s a kid. Kids ask questions. You should know that Uncle Patrick.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he mutters, an annoyed smile twitching at the corner of his lips. “I’m living with Tashi and Art. Tashi’s coaching me this season.”

You laugh wryly and start to walk back towards the table. “I didn’t ask.”

“Yeah, but you want to make bitchy fucking comments, don’t you?”

You roll your eyes and brush past him. “Fuck off, Patrick.”

But you can't deny it. As you sit at the table and watch Patrick get roped into some game hacking scheme by Lily, as Ricky stands to the side and watches with wide, interested eyes, that you feel a twinge of... something.

When Ricky comes back to the table with a large plushie she got from the prize counter and happily says that man helped her win it. When Patrick smiles fondly down at her and steals crusts from Lily's plate. Maybe you don't have to hold him to a seven year grudge. Maybe you could let him back in.

Not for your sake, of course. Clearly that would be a bad idea. A horrible idea.

But for your daughter? Maybe you could just reap the benefits.

[queenimmadolla]

Eddie, ass, fluff

𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯!𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞

It started off innocently, a complete accident.

You’d been walking with Eddie, down the Wheeler’s driveway after a small get together with your friends while he tossed one of his dice and caught it.

He’d been distracted by your conversation about how you didn’t care for The Terminator, which he took personally, fist closing before he could actually catch the die and it bounced off of his fist to tumble along the driveway.

“I’ll get it!” You were closer to it, anyways, dashing forward to bend down and swoop it up.

You’d turned to him, tossing it back before you could take in the stupefied look on his face, “Eddie, catch it!”

He fumbled to do so, snapping out of whatever was on his mind while his face turned red.

“Uh, my bad. Thanks.”

Weirdo. 

At first, you thought maybe he was just getting clumsy because after that, he kept dropping everything.

More dice, pencils in the hallway, his rings, just about anything he could get his hands on ended up on the floor, you’d never picked up so many objects before.

You’d begun to refer to him as butterfingers.

Then you noticed it was only something that happened when you were alone. Eddie could impressively twirl a pen between his fingers with no problems during the Hellfire sessions he’d invite you to sit in on and you didn’t notice him drop any of his lunch from where you sat with your other friends, across from the Hellfire table. He remained dexterous around others, so why was he constantly dropping stuff around you? 

The idea of Eddie being nervous in your presence came about, but you couldn’t figure out why he would be. Other than dropping things, he acted pretty normal.

He invited you over for a movie after school, and since it was a Friday, you’d agreed on the basis that you got to choose the movie. There was no way you were gonna watch The Terminator, which you knew he’d pick just to spite you.

That’s how Girls Just Want to Have Fun ended up in the VCR and in the middle of his empty threats to commit bodily harm to himself, you attempted to turn on the television.

It didn’t turn on.

“Eddie,” you frowned, pressing the power button a couple of times. It was making the clicking sound but the picture wasn't coming on, “I think your TV is broken.”

“Huh,” Eddie’s eyebrows scrunched together as he joined you in front of it, nudging your hand aside to press the same button and you rolled your eyes.

“Did you think I did it wrong, Eds?”

Eddie didn’t respond, just held his other hand over your face like a face-hugger before he darted back to the couch and jumped onto it.

“Maybe it’s unplugged.”

You glared, gesturing to the tv stand, “Then plug it in.”

He smirked, lounging back with his arms folded behind his head and mocked in a high pitched voice that sounded nothing like you, “You’re closer.”

“You little shit,” You mumbled as he laughed, the sound deep and rumbling through the trailer. With a sigh, you got down on your knees and crawled to the side of the stand, peering behind it. 

Sure enough, the thick cable cord had been pulled from the wall. 

“Gotcha,” you muttered, reaching your arm between the space to fumble around for the cable. Once it was in your grasp, you spent the next couple of seconds randomly pressing it into the wall until it finally caught along the plug and you pressed it the rest of the way in.

Shimmying backwards enough to sit back on your legs, upper body turning towards Eddie, you began to ask, “Can you turn on the─”

You stopped short, having noticed Eddie’s eyes pry away too late to not be caught and you finally got the missing piece of the puzzle, realizing exactly what his sudden clumsiness was about.

Eddie wasn’t dropping things around you because he was clumsy. He wasn’t even nervous around you!

“Were you staring at my ass?”

“No.” He answered too quick, face getting red like it had done that first time in the Wheeler’s driveway. Then his gaze flickered briefly away before it was back on you, a telltale sign of guilt.

He was lying. 

Eddie had been staring at your ass, had been dropping stuff so you’d bend over and pick it up for him. All to get a good look at your ass.

“You were!” You gasped in delight, pointing your finger towards him, “You were staring at my ass! Oh my god, this whole time I thought your equilibrium was off or something, but you’re just a perv trying to get an eyeful!”

“I wasn’t looking…” He mumbled, now actively avoiding your gaze as he turned even brighter but you could see the corners of his lips twitching, the smile he was trying to hide.

“You know, I don’t think about my ass often, but it must be somewhat impressive if it caught your attention,” You baited him and like a chum he fell for it, head turning to you.

“It’s really—” His palm slapped across his mouth as he caught himself but it was too late. Eddie Munson was about to make a statement about your ass because he had been staring at it.

“Hah! You fool!” You pushed yourself up and made your way over while he groaned, grabbing one of the pillows on the couch to smother himself. Maybe death would save him from embarrassment.

“You’re definitely a pervert, but I’m kind of flattered.”

You heard him mutter something that sounded like shut up against the fabric of the cushion, and just for shits and giggles, you pushed the remote off the coffee table. It tumbled against the carpet.

It took a moment, but Eddie lowered the cushion to glance at you, eyes widening in amusement when he made eye contact, having expected you to be bent over picking it up. Looks like Pavlov's experiment worked both ways: you had unknowingly been trained to bend over and pick up anything Eddie dropped, and he had unknowingly trained himself to look in your direction anytime something dropped. 

He’d expected to see your ass again.

“I knew it!” 

Eddie couldn’t deny it any longer, laughing as you teased him mercilessly. He most definitely wouldn’t be hearing the end of this.

And if it got him out of watching Girls Just Want to Have Fun, then he could live with it. 

He hoped.

[m0chisenpai]

back in black

˚｡⋆ miguel o'hara x black!fem!reader

in which miles finds an ally in the questionable, morally gray spiderman variant

Hobie was communicating with somebody. Gwen could tell from the way his fingers danced across his watch. He was good at diverging from what his point was. Countless times he’d stolen bags of chips out of her hands without her noticing, snuck the tv remote to turn on his own show of choice. But Gwen could tell as his eyes looked down at his watch, he was sending something to someone. 

The question was who was he calling. But when he caught her eye out of the corner of his eye, his lips moved. “Trust me.” and so she did. As she stood, half defeated behind a raging O’hara who tore through the crowd, eyes ablaze, he came to halt at the portal that opened in front of Mile’s body.

Something large, and inky with bulging white veins landed in front of Miles. It was twice his and Miguel’s size and its milky white eyes looked back into Miles’. His head began to ache and a flurry of white and black surrounded the beast as he squinted. But something in his bones told him to trust this terror that stood between Miles and the rabid leader of the spider society.

“Miguel” her voice purred, silencing the chaos around them.

Whatever, whoever this was had power because not one spider person attempted to step forward and take her down. 

It slowly inched closer to the leader, hands sitting on her hips. “Attacking a child? Surely y this is a new low for you, and our expectations were already low as it is. Oh excuse me, MY expectations were low.” 

The leader clicks his teeth, fangs just barely revealing themselves past the scowl on his lips. “Says the par-'' the growl that left her was enough to make Miles step back and Miguel to shut up. Its eyes narrow and fangs, large and jagged make Miguel’s look like cat fangs. Those teeth could tear through a whole being, could even consume bones and all if it wanted to. And Miles thinks surely that thing HAS. But Miguel doesn’t stand down against this creature, only narrows his eyes more.

“Careful with your words. Y/N might have the tiniest of a soft spot for you, but I will not hesitate to tear you limb from limb and eat your heart out. And from her thoughts, she is not opposed.”

“I’d like to hear that from her.”

A silence falls between them. And the creature huffs and peels backward, sinking into the flesh of whatever it was encasing. Whoever was in it began to reveal themselves to be a woman who stood at half of Miguel’s height. She wears a spider suit, similar in style to Gwen’s, but it’s black and white, and it’s nothing like anything Miles saw. 

It's similar to the creature's texture, slick and clings to her body more like a second skin than a spider suit. 

Her mask covers half her face from her nose down and her braids end just a bit past her hips. Her eyes are sharp and if any one were lucky to get just close enough to see, they'd be able to make out the dusting of freckles across her cheek bones. Her eyes look like a ghosts, nearly white making her look to have no eyes at all.

She looks back to Miguel and she nods, “you’re going home kid.” The leader's eyes flash red as he points a finger to the boy hidden behind her body. “That kid is a threat! An anomaly! He shouldn’t even be here. He shouldn’t be a Spider-Man!”

“O’hara, your canon blah blah whatever theory is no more than an empty theory with no proof. Had it been true I should be dead, no?” her head tilted and eyes slanted as she looked up at him. “I shouldn’t be Spider-Man. I am no hero and you know this well, even your little glitchy bug thing.”

“You’re different.” His eyes soften. Because truth be told, you should not be here. You should be somewhere on your earth, in your perfectly normal little bubble writing the next big piece for the paper. You should be putting that big private university degree to use and getting you rmoneys worth. 

 But instead you stuck your nose somewhere you shouldn’t have been, on the brink of death. Till your little…friend came along. Now you spend your nights tearing out the throats of crimimals and by day you’re Y/N L/N. Editor of the city paper, somewhat decent upstanding citizen of your Earth.

Anything but normal.

“No, I’m right. And you know you are wrong. Let the boy go home to his father, no boy should have to go through trauma for a mask. And if I find out anything or one lays a hand on him or his family, which I will..”

Her eyes cut to the crowd behind Miguel. And from her neck that inky creature reveals itself. Curling around to hover beside her head. Two voices harmonized to release a single threat.

“Your pancreas will become our dessert.”

[siren-141]

can your write a bucky one with the "that new hair cut suits you" maybe make it smutty. plzz. cause short haired bucky is DADDDDDDYYYYYY

no bc short-haired bucky is hands down the best bucky and I will NOT be taking any criticism on that

prompt: “that new haircut suits you.” warnings: slight size kink, hair pulling, unprotected sex. 18+ only, minors DNI

pushing through the door, you put your bag down on the counter, your keys next to it. “home!”

you walked through the doorway, head down in your phone scrolling mindlessly through your apps. it had been a long day at work, a non-stop rush of people for the entire day wearing you down, and all you wanted to do was slump on the couch and watch TV until it was time to go to bed.

“coming!” bucky’s voice rang out from the bedroom down the hall. walking into the living room, you plopped down onto the couch and let out a big sigh. “how was your day?”

you shut your eyes, rubbing them as you let out the loudest, most dramatic groan you could muster. you could hear him chuckle from the other room at your dramatics.

“it sucked, it just sucked.” sitting up, you took a deep sigh. fiddling with the TV to try and find a good show, you continued. “babe, I couldn’t catch a break. I mean, it was one person after another coming in, and one woman- this one woman! she got so mad at me for doing my job when it was really her fault that she-”

your voice faltered and came to a stop when your husband walked into the room. he leaned against the door frame, a smirk on his face as he saw your reaction. all you could do was mutter a meek oh.

“what do you think?” the smirk never left his face as he walked toward you, crossing the room in just a few steps. he had a way of making you feel small. he towered over you as he stood in front of you, looking down at you with those eyes – those gorgeous, dark, lust-blown eyes. everything about him right at that moment went straight to your core, and you could automatically feel that familiar feeling. panties dampening, clenching around nothing. your husband had that sort of effect on you.

“your new haircut suits you,” you said, looking up at him. he had let his hair grow out a little over the past few months, and you had loved it – you thought nothing beat watching him sift his fingers through his hair every time that little piece would fall in his eyes, or carding your fingers through his hair when he’d lay on your chest. but looking at him now, hair cut shorter, that certainly beat it.

his finger came up to rest under your chin, tilting your head up even more. oh. he was in that kind of mood.

“yeah? I was hoping you’d like it.” all you could do was nod, reaching up to grab at his waist to pull him down. his smile only widened, seeing how easily he reduced you to no words.

luckily, he was feeling generous today, and leaned down to your level. his large hand cupped your face as his lips met yours, kissing you deeply as you moaned into his mouth. you pulled at his shirt again, maneuvering him to sit next to you on the couch, immediately moving to straddle him.

“someone’s feeling desperate today, hm?” he asked you as you began to grind on his hard length, the only thing between you two being a few layers of clothing. instead of answering, you just kissed him again, this time with a brand new intensity. your hands wrapped behind his neck, fingers threading through his hair and grabbing a fistful, pulling on it until he practically growled.

“need you, right now,” you pulled away, breathless, already standing up to strip down. it was a hurry, both of you tearing off clothes to just the bare minimum, and you were right back on his lap like you had never left.

you sank down on his cock slowly, both of your moans mixing together in between kisses. wasting no time, you started to move your hips, desperately moving up and down and just feeling him fill you. sitting back a little, your hands never left his hair as you ran your fingers through it, mind going foggy with how fucking good he looked and the feeling of his cock in you so deep.

“there you go, that’s right,” one hand moved up to pinch at your nipples, just hard enough for you to feel that shock go down your spine, while his other hand moved down in between your bodies. his metal thumb pressing harsh circles onto your clit had you tightening the grip you had on his hair, your other hand pressing light scratches to his chest. you whined from the added stimulation, eyes fluttering shut for a second before you opened them back, meeting his eyes. “look at you, so desperate. I can see that look in your eyes, sweetheart, you’re starting to get all hazy on me. just need to cum around this cock hm? that’s all you need.”

his words were driving you crazy, pushing you even further to the edge that you were so desperately chasing. “please,” you whined, and he could feel you tighten around him.

“cmon, I got you baby. just need me to take care of you, isn’t that right?”

he took your moan as a response, and went into what you could only consider as overdrive.

wrapping his arms around you, you leaned against him again as he held you in place, his hold tight on you. his hips thrust up into you fast and hard, fucking into you like he’d never do it again.

“fucking take it, I know you can. I know you’re fucking close, I can feel you tightening up on my cock.”

if bucky was being honest, he was on the edge too. you felt so good around him, everything from your cunt taking everything he gave you to your warm skin pressed so close onto his, he knew you both just needed a little more.

“ohhhhh fuck, fuck, right there, please right there,” you were babbling at this point, basically directly into his ear with the way you were positioned. every pretty moan, every pretty whimper, every beg, it all went straight to his cock and it only made him fuck you harder.

but then he hit your sweet spot.

he hit that damn spot, the one that makes you go crazy every time, and that was it. you cried out, immediately plummeting into that orgasm that had been brewing since you laid eyes on him. all you saw was stars behind your eyes as you clenched around him, hips moving unconsciously to just feel more. in the haze, you hadn’t realized that you had a death grip on the fistful of hair you had in your hand before you had cum.

the combination of your cunt fluttering around his cock and the sharp pull, the slight pain, of your fingers gripping and pulling at his hair as you came undone on his cock, was enough to send him straight into his own. holding you down on his cock, you could just barely feel his cum shoot into you in spurts, filling you up until a little bit began to leak out.

his grip on you finally loosened, and you both stayed pressed against one another as you both came down from your highs. when your breathing finally returned back to normal, you slowly sat up, a little smile on your faces.

“so now that you’ve seen my surprise for you, how about you finish telling me about your day while I get us cleaned up?” you couldn’t help but laugh, starting to get back to your conversation from earlier.

[manjiroro]

realisation

character: chifuyu

content: fluff, gn reader

synopsis: chifuyu has always had a crush on you but a sudden realisation dawns on him when he sees you sitting on the couch in his best friend baji’s house

wc: 774

i find this really messy but let me know what yall think <3 i apologise for any mistakes and i hope you enjoy!

Chifuyu’s after school routine is always the same. meet up with baji at the school gate, walk home together and occasionally, hang out at baji’s place till night. But today was different, instead of walking into an empty living room, there was someone sitting on the couch in front of the tv, someone he did not recognise in the baji household.

“Oh? You’re home early” baji directs it to the figure sitting on the couch. Said person turns behind to face baji with a disinterested expression. 

Chifuyu freezes on the spot. He’d seen that angelic face before, passing by his class whenever he was daydreaming in class, and how he purposely walks the longer route to his class just so he could admire their beauty as they looked out their classroom window into the grassy land. No doubt, it was you, his crush, sitting on baji’s couch. His heart sank, of course you’d be taken by such a badass that is baji keisuke. Chifuyu believed that he didn’t even stand a chance, not when it was against baji, the coolest guy he’s ever known.

“I didnt even go to school today dumbass, im sick” you explained, expression growing more annoyed at the black haired male. Baji walks towards you, reaching a hand out to your forehead. Chifuyu couldn’t bear watching anymore, he couldn’t take seeing the one he secretly pins for being showered with care and love from another man. But, just as chifuyu was about to divert his gaze to the ground, baji flicks your forehead instead of feeling it, causing you to hiss in pain.

“What the fuck was that for, asshole?!” you seethed at baji, one hand slapping him in the arm and the other coming up to soothe your forehead.

“For calling me a dumbass” baji states plainly. It didn’t take long for the both of you to start bickering while chifuyu stood a distance from the both of you, dumbfounded. Was he… in the middle of some lovers’ quarrel? But yet, it didn’t feel like it, actually, now that he got a better look, the both of you look somewhat similar.. 

before he could place a finger on it, he was soon snapped out of his thoughts, “Could the both of you stop bickering for once? We have a guest over!” 

you and baji snapped your heads to the source of the voice, 

“Sorry mom..” the both of you said, glaring at each other in the process. 

That’s when a lightbulb lit in chifuyu’s head, you and baji are siblings. He sighed a breath of relief, maybe he does have a chance with you.

“Let’s go chifuyu.” baji’s voice brought chifuyu back to reality as he hurriedly followed baji into his room, sneaking a glance at you in the process. 

The atmosphere in baji’s room was silent between both boys, neither knowing what to say after the incident.

“Don’t bother going for y/n.” baji said out of the blue, catching chifuyu off guard as he stuttered and scrambled, trying to think of a proper response.

“I can tell you like them chifuyu, you’ve been staring at them ever since we stepped into the house.” chifuyu shuts his mouth, face turning a light shade of pink.

“they’re mean, rude, and annoying. you’ll never survive with them constantly nagging by your side.” baji sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, almost as if he was relieving said experience again. The blonde male nodded and promised his friend that he’ll give up on pursuing his sister from then on. 

Soon, night falls and chifuyu was about to head out the front door when he was stopped by a soft voice calling out to him from behind. Chifuyu blushes, instantly recognising who it was.

“I’m sorry you had to listen to mine and keisuke’s bickering.. Here, take these as a form of apology from me and keisuke.” the flustered boy turns and reaches for the gift, which was a bag filled with snacks and cat treats. 

“Oh! Keisuke told me all about peke j, hope he likes the treats too.” you said sheepishly, giving chifuyu a smile, to which he feels like he’s gonna start melting from how adorable you look.

“T-thanks! I’m sure he’ll like them too!” the poor boy stuttered, free hand coming up to scratch the back of his head. 

You giggled, nodding at him, “have a safe trip back home!”

You wave as he steps out of your house, waving back at you. Once the door closes, chifuyu clutches his shirt, heart beating quickly as his face felt warm. Maybe… he could afford breaking that promise to baji. 

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[goreinfested]

Hi, I’ll give you full creative range since you just got back to writing. I’m sure you’ll do an amazing job.

Just Headcanons of a relationship with the undertaker 💜

I hope you have a wonderful day and a fun time writing. Take as long as you need.

RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS W THE DEADMAN:

Undertaker is definitely a more private man when it comes to his personal life when it comes to the fans HOWEVER that doesn’t mean that he was going to hide you away from the rest of the world.

Especially if you’re another wrestler in the wwe. This man will sit backstage and watch every. Single. One. Of your matches without fail. Even if he had just came back from a match or if he had one up next. His love for the business is stronger then anyone there and the respect he has for you being right in the business with him is immense

Everytime you’d come through gorilla he’d be right there waiting to comfort you or celebrate with you “I’m so proud of you” “you did the best you could darlin’” and sweep you off your feet (literally).

at first when you two met it was safe to say you were intimated by the phenom. I mean it’s the UNDERTAKER. you thought he’d be exactly how you saw on tv but boy were you wrong. He was one of the most humble and nicest man you had encountered at wwe, always addressing you in such a kind manner and giving you advice whenever you needed.

HE definitely loves when you walk him over to gorilla before his matches, locked hand in hand together showing your love and encouragement. It made him want to put on the best performance for you AND the fans.

A lot of the time you had together was unfortunately at the workplace so he tries to make the most of it. Doing small stuff like working out with you and meeting up around the venue just to be close to you whenever possible. What can he say? Being around you is more than enough for him

Leaves black roses in your dressing room at every chance with a card that always says ‘ from taker <3’

And they say romance is dead

Definitely introduces you as his significant other to all his pro wrestling friends backstage and will speak endearingly about you if you’re ever brought up in the conversation

You saw sides of him which were hidden away from most of the world. Despite what the masses think they know, the deadman actually had a silly side

He is the number one offender of using cheesy pick up lines. He will walk up to you in the hallway and be like ‘ hey I haven’t seen ya around here, come here often?’ ‘Did I just die in the ring? Because I think I’m seeing an Angel in front of me’ and everytime you’ll roll your eyes laughing at the way he annunciates his obviously rehearsed lines.

He is NOT shy about kissing you when he’s not actively doing his job out in the ring. Taker is more reserved than most but he will never use his dedication to the ring to ignore giving you what you deserve. Affection is important in a relationship

At home or when alone he’s a lot more endearing, offering to help you cook while he stands behind you enveloping you with his warm arms and giving you cheek kisses

Wherever you are is his home so when you’re apart he will try and call you whenever possible even if it’s just for a few minutes just to tell you he’s thinking about ya and will affirm how much he loves you

( AN: I know this might not be EXACTLY what you were looking for but I tried </3 I’d love to get another request to build on this though :) thank you sm for requesting ! )

[alittlegiraffe]

Title: Fault Lines

TW: I struggle with a restrictive ED, this was a processing exercise for me.

The house felt empty without him. It always did. When Marshall was on tour, you tried to keep busy. There were errands to run, books to read, shows to watch—but no matter how hard you tried, the silence always caught up with you.

Tonight, the TV played some music video you’d seen before, but you weren’t really watching it. Your gaze was fixed on the women dancing on the screen. They looked perfect. Long legs, tiny waists, glowing skin, and all the confidence in the world.

You shifted uncomfortably on the couch, tugging at the loose sweatshirt you were wearing. It wasn’t enough to hide the way your body felt wrong. You weren’t like them. You weren’t toned, glamorous, or effortlessly stunning.

And yet those were the women who surrounded Marshall every day. On set. In his videos. At the afterparties.

He’d never said anything to make you feel insecure, but that didn’t stop the doubt from creeping in. How could he not notice the difference? He was out there, living the life of a rap legend, surrounded by perfection, while you were... this.

The thoughts became a constant hum in the back of your mind. It didn’t help that social media seemed to magnify your insecurities.

You’d seen the comments under pictures of the two of you: *“Eminem could do so much better.”* *“Why’s he with her?”* *“She’s so plain.”*

At first, you tried to ignore it. But the words stuck. They followed you into the mirror, into your closet, into every meal you tried to eat.

It started small—cutting out snacks here, skipping meals there. You told yourself it wasn’t a big deal. You were just being “healthy.” But soon, it became all you thought about. Counting calories. Weighing yourself. Staring at the untouched food on your plate and feeling a sick sense of accomplishment.

When Marshall came home from tour, you plastered on a smile and wrapped your arms around his neck, pretending nothing had changed.

“Missed you, babe,” he murmured, kissing your temple.

“Missed you too,” you said, ignoring the pang of guilt in your chest.

For a while, you managed to keep up the facade. You laughed at his jokes, listened to his stories, and curled up beside him on the couch like everything was fine.

But Marshall wasn’t stupid. He noticed things.

The first time he asked about it, you brushed him off.

“You’re not eating?” he asked one night, glancing at the barely touched dinner on your plate.

“Just not hungry,” you said quickly, forcing a smile. “Long day.”

He didn’t push, but you could see the flicker of concern in his eyes.

It wasn’t until a few weeks later that the cracks started to show. You were standing in front of the bathroom mirror, pinching at the skin on your stomach, when you heard his voice behind you.

“[Y/N].”

You froze. Turning slowly, you saw Marshall leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed. His face was unreadable, but there was something raw in his eyes.

“I didn’t hear you,” you said, your voice shaky.

“What are you doing?” he asked, stepping into the room.

“Nothing,” you lied, brushing past him. “I was just—”

“Don’t do that,” he said, catching your wrist. His voice was soft but firm. “Don’t brush it off. Talk to me.”

You looked away, your throat tightening. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“The truth,” he said.

The words spilled out before you could stop them. “I just... I just want to be better,” you whispered. “I want to look like the women in your videos. The ones on your arm at events. I want to be the kind of person who deserves to be with you.”

Marshall’s jaw tightened, and he let out a sharp breath. “Is that what you think? That you’re not good enough?”

You didn’t answer. The tears in your eyes said enough.

He stepped closer, cupping your face in his hands and tilting your head so you had to meet his gaze.

“Listen to me,” he said, his voice breaking. “You don’t have to be like them. You don’t have to change a damn thing about yourself. You’re already enough. You’ve always been enough. And I hate that I didn’t see this sooner.”

“But—”

“No,” he interrupted. “Don’t do that. Don’t tell yourself you’re not enough for me. You are. And if I ever made you feel like you weren’t, then I failed you, and I’m sorry.”

The tears spilled over, and he pulled you into his arms, holding you like he was afraid to let go.

“We’ll figure this out,” he murmured into your hair. “You don’t have to go through this alone. I’m here. I’ve got you.”

The next day, Marshall sat you down at the kitchen table, a list of therapists and dietitians in front of him.

“We’re going to take this one step at a time,” he said. “Whatever you need, we’ll do it. Together.”

The first appointment was the hardest. You felt vulnerable and exposed, but Marshall sat beside you, his hand never leaving yours.

Recovery wasn’t linear. There were days when you felt like giving up, days when the mirror felt like your enemy. But Marshall was there for every single one of them.

He started eating meals with you at the table, making it a ritual—just the two of you. Some nights, he’d cook. It wasn’t fancy, but it was heartfelt, and he always made sure you ate.

On days when you couldn’t face the world, he stayed home with you, distracting you with movies or writing sessions where he’d let you hear the rough drafts of his songs.

He’d leave little notes around the house: *“You’re beautiful.”*

*“You’re stronger than you think.”*

*“You’re enough.”*

Slowly, you started to believe him.

Months later, as you stood in front of the mirror, you caught a glimpse of yourself—not perfect, not flawless, but healing. And for the first time in a long time, you smiled.

Marshall stepped into the room, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“You’re doing good, babe,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Thanks to you,” you said softly.

He shook his head. “You’re the one doing the work. I’m just here to remind you how amazing you are.”

And as you leaned into him, you realized he was right. You were healing, and you weren’t alone.

[danicalithegirl]

Coffee and TV (One Shot #3)

Art by: @jemmacdraws

It was late, we had both worked a double, and we were finally getting some time to ourselves. My roommate, having decided she needed the apartment, gave me no choice but to hang at Eddie’s. I wasn’t mad or anything, but my bed was WAY more comfortable than his and I could really use it right about now. I was in this strange middle ground of trying to clean up a little while also providing us—him, really—with snacks. He’d already cracked open a Coke, his favorite after-work ritual, and was sprawled out on the couch, a cigarette hanging from his mouth, because why stick to just one vice when you can double up?

"Work suuucked. I need to cool off, man," he groaned, dramatically tossing his shirt onto the dining table, like it had personally offended him.

I watched him wander over to the fridge, half expecting some sort of grand hunt for another cold Coke. Like clockwork, he came back with one in hand, flopped down onto the couch, and lit up.

Meanwhile, I was up, moving around the room, trying to clean up the chaos that always seemed to follow him. There was something about being in Eddie’s space—his chaotic, endearing space—that made me love him even more. It wasn’t clean or perfect, but it was him, and there was a kind of charm to the clutter. Every so often, I’d find myself standing directly in front of the TV. Not on purpose... mostly.

“Babe, c’mon,” he said, lazily waving his hand to the side, but I could feel his smirk behind the cigarette.

"What's that? You need something?" I’d ask, completely ignoring his request and standing in his line of sight even longer. It became a bit of a game.

Eddie chuckled, a little defeated, and eventually just leaned over, peering around me like he was too tired to put up a real fight. It wasn’t much, but it felt like a win.

I wandered off to the kitchen again, grabbing a big bowl and filling it with Ruffles before plopping down next to him. Without thinking, I snagged his cigarette and took a relaxing drag myself.

He turned away from the TV for a moment, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Make yourself at home, then why don’t ya?”

I laughed, inhaling again before passing it back to him. He took it with a playful smirk, clearly enjoying the little twist of our routine.

“Really? I get to make myself at home with your random mug collection and all the mess?” I elbowed him lightly, gesturing to the kitchen, which looked like a tornado had swept through it, leaving nothing but chaos in its wake.

He feigned offense, clutching his chest dramatically. “How dare you! Wayne gave me some of those mugs! Says every home needs a great random assortment of ceramic drinking vessels.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, if I'm going to be crashing here more often, something's gotta give: the mugs or the mess.”

He pouted for a moment, clearly torn, then relented. “Fine. I’ll work on the mess. But the mugs stay.”

“Deal!” I said, raising my bowl of chips in a mock toast. “May the mugs reign supreme over the chaos.”

He paused the show, glancing over at me. “What did you mean about crashing here more?”

I gave him a half-smile. “I meant what you think I meant, Eddie.”

He still looked puzzled, his face showing a flicker of confusion, maybe even a little worry. “Wait, you mean like... staying here?”

I could see the gears turning in his head, like he wasn’t quite sure how to feel about it.

I shrugged, “Yeah, this place is bigger, and you live alone. Thank god for rent control, right? I don’t know... I love living with Robin, but she’s always bringing Katie over and basically evicting me for their ‘alone time.’ It’s fine ‘cause I’ve been working late nights, so I’m not around when they ‘get to it,’ but... yeah, it’s getting old.”

Eddie’s lips curled into that familiar mischievous smile, his worry melting away. “Well, if you stay here, no one’s kicking you out.”

I leaned into him, feeling his warmth against me. “I know,” I whispered, snuggling closer and taking another drag of his cigarette.

[creelkobblelaufeyson69]

An add on to this post

But with details 👀

There’s never a lazy moment with him

Warnings: smut obviously

Y/n was trying so hard to focus on the film she was watching, but couldn’t stop thinking of the night before with Peter Vincent. Him thrusting into her pussy as her head was arched back. His hand around her neck tightly as he fucked her. His hands roaming each part of her body. It didn’t feel real to her, but she knew it did in fact happen

Her phone buzzes beside her, but she chose to ignore the call since she was too focused on the film. The person calling was growing impatient and decided to keep calling her until she picked up

When she did pick up, she didn’t bother to check to see who was calling. “What the fuck is so important to be ignoring me?” The voice of Peter Vincent asked her. “Sorry, I was focused on a movie I was watching” she says as her eyes were still on the tv screen as she spoke

A laugh escaped him, which gets her a little annoyed. “Sorry, I think you being more focused on a film then me is hilarious. I bet you’re not really paying attention because of how well I fucked ya last night” her face goes red at the unnecessary call out from him

“I’d assume it’s the same for you as well. You did tell me you’d only call me if you wanted to see me” she pointed out. “Hm, clever girl. Should I come over to yours then?” She had to think about what she was wearing, and also think of how long it’ll take for him to get to her house

“Yeah. Imma go get ready then, see you soon daddy” she hangs up, and places her phone back onto the couch. Y/n gets up, and starts to walk to her room. Once she had entered her room, she walks up to her closet that held all her sex toys and lingerie

She was looking through her lingerie to decide which one she should wear. Y/n sighs as she decides that it wouldn’t be necessary since she knew he’d be hella impatient with her tonight. She just decided to take all of her clothes off to surprise him at the door

A couple of minutes had passed by, and there was a knock at her front door. Y/n gets up from her bed, and then walks off to her living room. When she had entered, she approaches the front door. She checks the peephole to make sure it was him, and not someone completely random

It was him, so she opens the door. His eyes instantly roamed her body as a shocked expression showed on his face. His eyes met with hers as she moves aside to let him inside. He enters her house, and shuts the door behind him

The two go to her bedroom where their was handcuffs on her nightstand waiting to be used. He takes his clothes off as she goes to lay down on her bed. After he had discard his clothes, he crawls on top of her. Both of their faces inches away from each other. He goes into her without a warning, and begins to thrust

Her head arches back, and her hands go to his back as he instantly hits her g spot. His hands were on her comforter as he was picking up the pace of his movements. Her walls began to clench already, but he stops. He stands up and told her to come closer towards the edge of her bed

She listens, and soon her legs were lifted up and placed onto his shoulders. Soon his cock was back inside of her. His head arches back at the same time as hers. Her hands were gripped tightly onto her bed as he pounds into her pussy. “Fuck” she moans out as his cock begins to hit her g spot again. Her eyelids were at the back of her head as he fucks her

Her walls being clench again, which makes him stop again. He pulls out and places her legs down. “Get on all fours” he orders, which makes her listen to him. He does the same once he’s back on her bed, but he had placed his cock inside of her ass

Her head arches back to his shoulder as both their hands intertwined with each other’s. He begins to leave hickeys onto their neck as he thrust. “Peter” she moaned as she felt her climax again. He stops and then pulls out. She felt mad that he wouldn’t let her cum at all

“Daddy, I wanna cum” she says, which makes him sigh. “Fine, I’ll let you cum darling. Just lay back down, okay?” He gets up and watches as she lays back down. He goes back to being on top of her, and instantly goes inside of her pussy again

He thrusts as her hands go onto the comforter this time with his hands back in hers. He continues to thrusts until she had came all over his cock. He stops, and then pulls out of her. He stands up, and went to her bathroom to clean up. She had sweat covering her, and she felt somewhat hesitant to go into her bathroom now

Once he was done, he had said his goodbyes, and then left her there to be alone. That’s when she had realized she was just his toy, and nothing else. She takes a bath to self reflect now on her decisions now. Peter had returned to his place thinking of her as more than a person to fuck

He had actually developed feelings for her now

[raineandsky]

#8

(Part 1) (Part 2)

The TV is blaring some nonsense the civilian couldn’t care less about. There isn’t much else on at this time of night though, and he’s only watching it to pass the time. The newscaster is talking about some fires downtown, from what he can gather, but it’s no different to usual. He imagines it’s being sorted even as it’s being reported.

The front door swings open a little violently, the handle probably leaving yet another dinge in the wall behind it. He huffs in annoyance as he clambours to his feet.

“I thought I told you to chill a little with the door opening, [Villain],” he calls. “We can only replace that wall so many times.”

He gets to the doorway of the living room, glancing out into the main hallway. The front door has already been closed – hopefully carefully with the lack of noise – and someone is standing in their hall. Not Villain; they’re too tall, too bulky, and holding an air of self-importance Villain has risen above.

“[Hero]...” he says to no one in particular, but the person at the door nods stiffly.

“I’m here to save you, [Civilian],” the hero announces, as if he’s in a comic book and not in the midst of breaking into someone’s house.

“I don’t need saving,” he snaps coldly. He’s already planning his escape – he doesn’t know if it’s worse for the hero to think he’s a hostage here or that he and the villain are in cahoots. “So you can leave.”

The hero frowns like he was expecting the civilian to throw himself at him in thanks. “You… need saving from [Villain],” he says as if the civilian just didn’t understand.

There’s an open window in the kitchen. It’s only three stories up. “No, I don’t.”

He darts back into the living room, vaulting over the sofa. He can hear the surprised “hey!” following him from the hall, but he doesn’t look back. His socks make him more or less slide into the kitchen. The window isn’t open – damnit, I closed it ‘cause it was cold earlier, he thinks distantly – but it isn’t locked. He decides it’s worth the time.

His fingers grapple with the hinge, shoving the window open with a decrepit crack. He levers a leg over the side as quickly as carefulness will let him go. He doesn’t get to make the next part of his plan before a pair of hands wrap around his arm, holding him steadfast halfway out the window.

“Let go of me,” he demands boldly. The hero’s hands only tighten on him as he yanks him out of harm’s way. The civilian has no chance of overpowering him, and he just lets it happen. “You have no right to be acting like this.”

“I’m trying to save you, [Civilian],” he retorts again. God, this guy’s like a broken record, the civilian thinks. The civilian eyes the handcuffs hanging off his belt for a moment as he gets manoeuvred back into the living room.

He was right to worry, as the moment he’s out of danger of launching himself out of windows the cuffs are put around his wrists. The movement is gentle, like he’s worried the metal might hurt him. “I don’t think you understand,” the hero continues. “This is [Villain]. You’re in grave danger around her.”

He lugs the civilian to the front door, carefully letting it shut behind him. His car sits at the bottom of the building near the entrance – one of the fancy agency cars. “A load of empty pomp,” the villain would always say.

“I don’t think you understand,” the civilian spits. The hero is pulling him down the stairs, and he doesn’t even bother to try to fight back. He’d rather his dignity is in order when the villain comes for him. “You are not saving me. This is kidnapping.”

“Well, your kidnapping will get you a warm bed and really, really good food.” They get to the bottom floor, the staircase opening into the outdoor courtyard. “And [Villain] is clearly pretty set on you. Let's all hope she’ll come for you.”

The hero pulls his car door open – the front passenger side, he notices – and carefully pushes the civilian inside. He gets into the driver’s seat and not a minute later they’re pulling away, probably to the agency.

The civilian isn’t entirely sure who the agency thinks he is. He’s not certain he wants to know, really. One thing is for sure, whatever their deal – they’re expecting him to act as bait to make the villain come to their base. He figures they’re wildly underestimating what she’s capable of.

(Part 2)