#but they also sort of intertwine and comment on each other

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I'm just calling cause I'm used to it, you'll pick up cause you're not a quitter / a mix for suo and taichi (side a)

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Touch The Darkness

dark mafia!Steve Rogers x female reader

summary for this chapter: Accompanying Steve to a club goes terribly wrong. However, what follows may shake you even more. Certain self-discoveries are best left ignored and denied, right?

warnings for this chapter: dark!Steve Rogers; forced marriage; violence; being turned on by violence (not against the Reader); hurt her and you die trope; hurt/comfort of sorts; smut; gun kink; oral (m receiving); fingering; anal play; double penetration; dirty talk; praise; D/s undertones;

word count: 6.2k

Author’s Note: We're on the penultimate chapter! It means certain discoveries and revelations about Princess and Steve's dynamic. Personally, I'm happy that I've written it all exactly like I imagined when I created the outline for all ten chapters of this fic 😎 Also, just to calm you all down, the main story will end on chapter 10, but it doesn't mean I won't write some fics and drabbles for Steve and Princess in the future.

Also, in this chapter, there's a tiny blink-and-you'll-miss-it reference to @krirebr's vampire Steve ���� No, he doesn't appear. There's just a particular innuendo.

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Chapter 9. Eruption 

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A myriad of colorful splashes chased each other along the dark, cathedral ceiling. Following their drugged dance felt both tiring to your eyes and childishly relaxing. 

When Steve informed you of the opening of a new club - one that was officially owned by someone else, but in reality fell under Steve’s command in that twisted dark web of connections you learned intertwines the city and the whole fucking coast up to the Capitol - you snorted at him that you’re not a college girl interested in spending her Friday evening skanky, drunk and groped. 

The last word you should’ve skipped, because of course your husband grinned that lethal way that wordlessly reminded you that you’d most certainly be groped and ruined by him anyway. 

Thankfully, Steve didn’t utter a word about the importance of that club opening to his business, or reputation, or whatever. You didn’t give a damn about any of that. Honestly, you doubted Steve did either. 

It was probably an opportunity for him to remind someone that he was still the biggest predator, or to put deep fear in them. For you, it was a chance to get a migraine. 

However, Steve had one argument - the only one he used - that won you over. 

Pepper was going to be there.

Apparently, her husband loved all kinds of extravagant parties and had a solid chunk of the club’s profits. Considering the interior design of that monstrosity, you suspected Tony also had some influence on that matter. It was gothic meets the 80’s disco, though you couldn’t exactly imagine a gothic staple in the form of a vampire preying through the glittery crowd to sink its fangs into someone’s neck under the disco ball sparkle. 

But Pepper’s company was always welcome. Not only she became a true, honest ally in this murky underworld, she also helped you remember there were pieces of your life worth enjoying, instead of just drowning yourself in bitterness and hate. 

She was exceptionally smart in assessing you, too. She never pointed out money or status as something of value, but rather opportunities to use to help others and small bits of care you refused to see on your own. 

She also had a hilarious evil pixie side and roped you into making sassy, judgmental comments on the people dancing the night away on the dancefloor below. 

You both leaned on the wooden balustrade of the choir balcony of the former church that now served as the VIP lounge, watching and laughing as the colorful crowd swayed on the shiny-tiled dancefloor. Behind you, Steve, Tony and some two other men whose name you chose to ignore, had a business conversation. Bucky and Nat were off to the side; partially on duty and partially off of it, having some almost-silent conversation with Tony’s man, Happy. 

Despite your vehement reluctance at first, you found yourself relaxed and having fun (which you assigned mostly to Pepper’s influence). 

Steve didn’t attempt to show you off in any way; he didn’t suggest you go dancing, nor did he send you away when he started talking business. And when you walked back to the sofa, his body shifted your way without him losing his focus on the conversation. 

His hand landed on your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze, but thankfully not moving upward in a bold, inappropriate way you knew he was capable of. 

Pepper smirked at you when she noticed the gesture, then grinned unrepentantly when you shrugged but made no move to knock off Steve’s hand. In a way, it was comforting to have him acknowledge your presence; even if a part of you was irked at the possessive side of it. 

Not to mention the third, unsophisticated inner goblin, who wanted you to spread your legs a bit and have Steve’s fingers glide up your thigh. 

With a sigh, you relaxed against the soft cushions and let your gaze roam the ceiling for a moment, chasing the spots cascading off of the disco balls and chandeliers. You shifted your attention back to the table when a hostess brought fresh drinks. 

She set the glasses on the table, perfectly balancing the smoked-glass trey on one hand. The hostess behind her held the trey more wobbly, though still gracefully. You suspected she had experience in the job, but not necessarily in serving a group that had to at least be rumored to be criminals. 

You glanced at her face, noting the perfectly maintained calm, polite smile. Not a drop of sweat, nor a tick of nervousness. She actually reminded you of Natasha, once her mask was torn off and her true identity was revealed.

That realization made you pause. 

You weren’t a behavioral psychologist, but that level of composure and control of the smallest muscles in the body rang alarms in your head. Your own body shifted, your back straightened and your muscles tensed. 

You felt a twitch of Steve’s fingers against your knee.

It seemed to be less than a blink of an eye when the hostess tilted the glass trey and a glint of metal was seen before sparks ignited.

At the same moment brutal force knocked you off the sofa and down onto the floor. Heavy, suffocating weight landed on you, crushing you and stealing your breath. 

Though it was possible that the sudden burst of panic locking your lungs in place was responsible for the trouble with breathing. 

You squeezed your eyes tightly as your ears filled with noise that mixed with the still beating music. A crash, yells, another echo of a bang. Two, three heartbeats and the heavy mass was lifted off of your body. It didn’t quite help with your breathing. Quite the contrary, its lack seemed to steal away the sense of warm safety. 

Forcing your eyes open, you dared to look around and up. 

You were curled between the sofa and the knocked over table. It was kicked onto the side, the wide table top forming a wall in front of you. The floor on its other side was now covered in a spill of drinks, shattered glass, and redness that surely didn’t come from any juice. 

The tight spot you were pushed down into provided a semblance of shield. 

As did the looming shadow over you - the tall, broad form of your husband, standing in a way that hid your body from the only open angle through which someone could reach you.

Steve was the one who pushed you down to the floor, you realized. The heaviness that pressed into you was the weight of his body. 

The music was still loud and you couldn’t hear the exact words, but Steve was spitting out commands. His fists were clenched, the muscles in his forearms tense so much that his veins protruded visibly even through the dark swirls of ink on his skin. 

Slowly, you dared to lift your upper body, bracing on your hands to peer over the table. You saw Tony rush Pepper down the stairs, his hand laid protectively on her head. Their security formed a tight cocoon around them. The other two men were nowhere to be seen, probably rushed away into safety by their own guards. 

Natasha and Bucky were gone at the moment, as well, though you suspected it was to deal with the would-be assassin. Through the carved balustrade you saw the sway of bodies still dancing to the music, oblivious to what had just happened on the VIP balcony. Your civilian logic told you all these people should be evacuated, but apparently your mobster husband saw it differently. 

With your heart hammering wildly in your chest, breath still shallow and burning your lungs, you ungracefully scrambled to your feet. You moved closer to Steve, keeping yourself at his back when he remained unmoved. 

You noticed one of his arms tensing and slightly rotating in a micro-move to keep you shielded behind him. You barely stopped your own fingers from clutching onto the fabric of his shirt. 

You didn’t want to lean onto him for support as panic threatened to take over you. 

“No,” you heard Steve’s steely voice as he spoke to one of his high ranking men, “if we sound the alarm and start evacuating people, any accomplices might slip out with the crowd. This way we have more control.”

“Right.” The man (Sam, if you remembered correctly) nodded. “I’ll check the security feeds and see if anyone left in the last fifteen minutes. Nat and Lena will swipe the crowd.” 

When Sam walked away, you finally moved to stand beside Steve. He didn’t even look at you, yet you were sure he was aware of your every little move. His jaw was set in a hard grit. He had to be angry as hell, which was understandable considering he was just shot at. 

You were closer to breaking into heaps of crying and screaming, so you did what usually helped you keep yourself together - you refocused. 

Unfortunately for Steve, he was the only close object your attention could stick to for longer. 

You watched him survey the crowds dancing below then sharply assess the VIP lounge. Not even out of breath, he remained composed, hard as a granite statue. His clothes weren’t even that much rumpled. Though the sleeve of his shirt sported a splash of dark liquid. It wasn’t growing rapidly and the fabric wasn’t torn, so it didn’t appear to be a wound to his shoulder. 

As your gaze traveled up, however, you registered the source of the spill. It made you gasp aloud, a wheezing sound that felt near painful as your chest constricted in rising panic.

Steve’s temple was smeared with blood. Redness matted his dark gold hair around it. A thin trickle of blood dropped down from his earlobe and splashed on the sleeve of his shirt. 

“Jesus fuck, you’re shot!” 

Your palm cradled the side of his face, fingers pressing against the wound. To which Steve reacted with a hiss and childish tilting of his head away from your touch.

“It’s just a scratch.” He grunted, acting like his brain wasn’t just inches from being blown out. 

Steve was more interested in Bucky’s return and a short report on first findings, which you didn’t even listen to, still focused on the bleeding wound. So much, you didn’t even pay attention to your own increasing worry for the man you were supposed to hate. 

“Just a scratch my ass.” You spat in annoyance, frantically looking around for something that could help you form a makeshift dressing. 

Finding nothing of the sort, you reached to the underside of your own dress and, cursing, ripped a piece of the lining. 

Folding it in a big square, you lifted on your tiptoes and pressed it against Steve’s temple. This time you held yourself steady on his arm with one hand, so when he tried to lean away you easily followed the movement. 

“It needs to be checked.” Not caring that Bucky and Steve were in the middle of organizing next moves, you interrupted. “You could have a fractured bone, or internal bleeding. If the pressure on your brain grows, it could lead to-”

“Princess.” Steve growled in a warning tone, gripping your wrist.

“I’m not doing you a trephination at home when your brain matter drowns in your own blood!” You spluttered angrily, hitting at his hand. 

That made Steve pause and look at you. Or maybe it was the pitch in your voice, the quiver of your lips and tears brimming your eyes. He studied you for a longer moment, unbothered by your fingers trying to pry his fingers off your wrist. 

“Fine.” He conceded and turned back to Bucky. “Call Banner. Tell him to be at the clinic in thirty.”

Bucky didn’t comment on the interaction between you two, though if you weren’t so focused on your self-appointed task you might’ve noticed a spark of amusement in his eyes. Still, his face betrayed nothing, as usual. 

“Come on.” Steve’s arm slipped around your waist. “We have to get going if you want the good doctor to tell you the same thing I said, that it’s just a scratch.” 

“You have to put pressure on the wound.” You directed him to hold the improvised wound dressing, but Steve made no move to follow your instruction.

“That’s your job.” He shrugged.

“I can’t exactly walk and keep my hand at your temple at the same time.” Not with the height difference between you two. 

Suddenly, his arm around you slid lower. In a swift move, Steve gripped your ass and hoisted you up. Your legs wrapped around his middle instinctively as he placed both palms under your buttocks. 

“Easier now?” He grinned at you as he started walking toward the hidden exit at the back of the lounge. 

“Have you lost your mind?” You gasped, more shocked than outraged. “You’re wounded, you shouldn’t be straining yourself. It might increase the bleeding.”

“Having you on me is no strain, Princess. Besides… my blood is about to abandon my head for the more exciting ride down south. With the way your warm pussy is right against my dick.” 

You wanted to yell at him to stop diminishing the seriousness of the situation, but you figured it was serious only for you. To think of it, your husband probably had a lot of experience in being shot at. Perhaps, his assessment was more accurate than yours and this was, in fact, a minor scratch.

Still, your worry didn’t decrease. Your fingers were slightly trembling as you held the lining of your dress to his temple. It was soaking up blood, though thankfully not a deadly amount of it. Given that Steve was still able to walk and not get dizzy should be reassuring, as well, yet your brain didn’t accept it and demanded a hospital check-up anyway. 

In the car, Steve kept watching you curiously, as if your behavior was an intriguing novelty to him. 

It was to you, too. 

Was it that fear of falling prey to bloodthirsty rivals of his if Steve died? Just an empathetic reaction because you were a caring person in general? Or were you truly worried for a husband you hated? 

The hate part was crumbling to pieces, it appeared. There wasn’t a single flicker of joy, or malicious satisfaction that he got hurt, that someone might have killed him and released you from the forced marriage. 

Like there was no repulsion whenever Steve put his hands on you; be it when dancing at Tony’s ball, rousing each inch of your body as he fucked you into unconsciousness, or simply passing by you when moving around the house. 

For a few weeks you told yourself it’s simply desensitisation grown out of habit, since you were exposed to that touch constantly. However, there wasn’t only indifference to it. There was a certain, fucked-up warmth. And pleasure. 

It grounded you even at that moment when you pressed to his side at the backseat of the car and Steve smoothed his fingers along your thigh, as if he was the one soothing you in distress. 

Scared of what else you might feel, you abandoned the makeshift dressing when you reached the private clinic ran by doctors Banner and Cho, choosing instead to walk side by side with Steve. The clinic catered to Steve and a plethora of his criminal minions, but was also veiled with pretty bows of free service for the homeless and at-risk citizens. Bruce was already waiting in the hall when you entered, ready to get right into saving mode.

Instead of rushing towards you, like the doctors in the ER might, he scanned Steve’s body head to toe as you approached, then released a single (relieved, or disappointed) “Oh.”

“It’s just a scratch, but my loving wife got really worried.” Steve informed briskly, gently pressing his hand to your lower back. “Check her first.”

“What?” You almost stumbled in your steps. 

You were about to protest that you didn’t need any checking, because you had zero injuries. It would’ve fallen onto deaf ears, because Bruce nodded and guided you forward to a room stocked with top quality equipment. 

“Are you worried your massive body broke my ribs when you laid on top of me?” You snorted at Steve after doctor Banner checked your pupils. 

“Nah,” Steve sat on the gurney opposite of yours, “you have my body on top of yours quite often and sustain no injuries. Can’t be sure about shards of glass, or ricochets, though.”

He said it nonchalantly enough that you suspected he wasn’t really worried, but more likely a little petty. Since you forced him to come here, he would subject you to medical treatment as well. Steve couldn’t be worried about you. Not when he was the one making sure to cover you from any bullets and the table he kicked over to provide a shield knocked all the glass on the other side of it. There was no chance anything hit you.  

“All good.” Bruce announced then swiftly turned around to finally check Steve’s wound. 

With wide eyes, you observed his every movement. How he checked Steve’s vitals and went through the basic neurological examination. Then how he cleaned the wound and dried blood on Steve’s earlobe. 

When he said no stitches were needed, only strips, you felt both a relief and suspicion. You pressed your lips tightly to prevent yourself from questioning Banner’s decision. Or from demanding a CT scan. 

You refused to look at Steve for longer than brief glances on your way back home. And when you were at home, too. Since he and the doctor claimed he was fine, you wouldn’t give a damn anymore. No matter that it still gnawed at you. There was that growing itch to check if the wound wasn’t bleeding, if he didn’t have a headache, if he wasn’t dizzy, if… 

No! Don’t! You inwardly scolded yourself as you rubbed your freshly showered body with a towel. 

In the bedroom, Steve was already in bed. He showered before you, since you decided to distract yourself from thoughts about him by calling Pepper and checking if she’s all right. Leaning against the headboard, he simply read something on his tablet. Probably one of the variety of articles on economy, science, or politics. It still shocked you that someone so primitively brutal was so fucking smart. 

Just check once, the voice in your head goaded as you slid under the covers. One quick check and you can go to sleep. You won’t fall asleep if you don’t check.

Cursing under your breath, you rolled to the side and then sat up. Steve tilted the tablet down as you leaned over him. Without a word of explanation, you scanned his injury. Your fingertips traced gently along his hairline, close to the wounded area but not touching it directly.

Steve’s warm, steady breath tickled your skin. He made no comment as you silently fussed over him. Not even a sassy remark. 

It looked good, the injury. With the strips in place and all blood cleaned off, it really appeared to be just a scratch. Yet the tension in your body rippled with the potency of an eruption. You swallowed hard. 

Steve’s fingers circled your wrists gently. He tugged your hands down. With another nervous gulp, you tilted your head to look him in the eye. For a moment he didn’t say a word, just studied you with a frown. 

When he spoke, it was with words you didn’t expect to hear. Not from him. 

“You’re okay.” It wasn’t the softest shush, but a firm declaration. 

You shook your head, feeling the sting of tears gathering beneath your eyelids. 

“You are.” Steve repeated calmly. His frown deepened when you closed your eyes and shook your head again. 

It was another life-threatening situation you found yourself in since Steve barged into your life. A part of you was shaken to the core by it. But it wasn’t that part that tightened the iron grip around your chest at the moment. 

“I’m okay.” Steve’s assurance opened our eyes. 

You looked at him, teardrops swaying on your lower eyelashes. A heartbeat, a stuttered breath, and then the tears fell freely. 

Strong arms wrapped around you, crushing you down into Steve’s chest. He didn’t coo at you, didn’t whisper any soothing reassurances. He simply held you. 

And it scared you so fucking much how good it felt, even though it shouldn’t provide any form of security when he was the monster who forced you into all of this. 

You fell asleep in the monster’s embrace. Woke up with relief that his warmth was still there. Neither of you made any comment about your breakdown last night. Aside from briefly watching Steve move and dress, you didn’t feel the desperate need to check his wound again. 

It was easier, getting back to the routine of daily life and ignoring the uncomfortable revelations about the messy tangle of emotions you felt. The fact Steve was his usual self, one that felt nothing beside rage for vengeance and desire, helped to pretend that nothing has shifted.

Natasha’s presence also reminded you of why hate and disdain should be your main operative modes with your husband. With occasional need for a good fuck. Nothing more. 

When less than five days after the shooting Steve came to pick you from work himself, you greeted him with a suspicious glare. Then, when you realized he was taking you back to the club, you cursed the fact you were already trapped in the backseat of the car, which meant you had nothing but your own fingernails to attack him with. 

Which also didn’t happen, because you weren’t in the mood to be fucked hard while Bucky sat in the front seat. 

The club was empty and thus eerie. 

The VIP lounge was cleaned so thoroughly nothing suggested it was chaos and mess a few days ago. Even the table Steve kicked over was fully polished, or maybe it was replaced with a new one. 

Steve left you there and walked back downstairs, onto the main floor. Soon after, you heard the door open and the sound of some scuffle. Hesitantly, you walked over to the balustrade and peeked over it. 

Heart lurched to your throat, your fingers tightened on the wooden beam so hard you almost broke your nails. 

In the spotlight on the floor knelt a man - bruised and weak, meaning he already had a meeting with some of Steve’s people. Bucky was a few steps aside, having dragged the man in. Steve was standing right in front of the man. In all that dark, scary glory. 

Back straight, sleeves of his shirt rolled up, a display of tattoos and glinting rings. It reminded you of that first moment you saw him stride into the health center. 

This time, Steve held a gun in his right hand. Fingers firmly wrapped around it, with confidence of a man who used it hundreds of times. Not flamboyant showing off. No tremble of uncertainty or fear. He held it like an extension of himself. Like an experienced surgeon might hold a scalpel. 

In the empty cathedral belly of the club, Steve’s voice carried easily. 

“You know,” Steve started almost conversationally, “I often admire the gumption of some gangs who go for what they want. Sometimes, if I’m really impressed, I even offer them to work for me.”

“I’m not even bothered you went bold with your attempt to kill me. Not the smartest move, but I can see what you hoped to gain. However-”

You didn’t hear the click of the safety being switched off, but you assumed it had to be that moment, because a visible shiver went through the man’s body.

“ -you made a huge mistake-” Steve lifted his hand and aimed the gun at the man.

“ -scaring my wife.” 

The gunshot echoed. 

Steve didn’t toy with the man. Didn’t prolong it like a game, but simply executed the kill order he’d have placed on the man’s head anyway. 

You felt the reverberation of that shot through your bones, yet no nausea followed. No urge to turn away and hide your face in your hands. Your fingers clenched tighter on the banister, but you kept staring ahead. At the spot where blood was pooling around the dead man’s head in a creepy halo. 

Slowly, you moved your gaze from the wide splatter of blood to your husband. The way Steve was standing as confidently and unshaken as before. Your eyes dragged up his form, taking in the gun still in his hand, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. His insanely handsome face and eyes looking up at you. 

He said something to Bucky, but you didn’t listen to the words. You were too focused on watching Steve and the way your body ignited with terrifyingly hot excitement. 

When scenes like that played in your dreams, you could easily blame them on brain chemistry going awry in sleep. Getting wet because your dream subconsciousness liked being made to ride the handle of the knife while blood covered the floor was something you could assign to haze beyond your control, since it happened in sleep.

But now it was happening in reality. 

It wasn’t the killing that pooled warmth low in your core, but the way Steve held that gun, the way he didn’t hesitate. The way he fucking moved toward the stairs and up to the balcony you were on. 

Your walls clenched as Steve stepped into the lounge. Your breath quickened with each powerful stride towards you. 

He still held that gun in his hand and your body nearly toppled with need, remembering how it felt still warm and lethal when he rubbed it against your pussy that one time. 

Though at the moment you didn’t want it inside of you. No, there was a different desire blooming and spreading its demanding branches. 

You wet your lips with your tongue as Steve stopped right in front of you. Icy blue eyes so intense as he studied you. He was the magnificent iceberg in a sea of sunset red ripples and you were the sun warmth about to melt yourself all over his jagged edges.

When Steve touched your cheek with the muzzle of his gun, you didn’t even flinch. You were bravely holding his gaze. He traced a line from your temple, over the roundness of your cheek and down, pressing under your chin.

“Take what you wish, Princess.” His tone was underlaid with hunger that resonated with yours. 

Because, for the very first time, you weren’t playing down the sudden eruption of dark desire you felt for Steve. 

He put his arm down, holding the gun at his side, as you reached for his belt. Steve’s chest seemed to expand when you didn’t hesitate to unbuckle it. Your fingers worked swiftly, any previous tremble gone, as you lowered the zipper. Then you were dragging his jeans down along with your descent to your knees. 

For all the times Steve had his mouth on you, wrecking you completely, it was the first time you were going to fill your mouth with him. You had your hands around his cock many times, but strayed away from tasting him. Especially out on your own volition. 

You didn’t only want to do it now. You needed it. 

Every inch of your body was thrumming with that irresistible craving to worship the scary power that was Steve Rogers. 

A man who fucked up your steady life. A man who showed no remorse. Who was never soft, or empathetic. A man who protected you with his own body. Who held you as you broke down. Who killed someone for scaring you. Who would do many more unholy things. 

You ran your hands up Steve’s thighs then gripped the back of them to steady yourself. Your breath puffed along the hardening length of it as you admired his cock for a moment. You’d never say about any dick that it’s pretty, and you wouldn’t say it about Steve’s either, but there was something about it that was so fucking attractive. 

Maybe it was the man it was attached to. 

With a little hungry growl you opened your mouth wide and swallowed as much of it as you could. You felt too impatient to play with it this time. Though, with the pleasure that zinged down your spine at the velvety heaviness pressing on your tongue, you could see yourself doing it in the future. 

What you couldn’t take in your mouth you wrapped your fingers around. Smearing your own saliva along it, you set a mild rhythm. Suck and stroke. A little twist of your hand as your tongue swirled over the crown. 

The feeling of a gun gliding along your scalp like a caress pinched your nipples and clit into throbbing attention. Your shameless moan vibrated around Steve’s cock, making it swell in your mouth. 

Steve didn’t hide his groans of pleasure, either. They spurred you on even more. 

“Is it the gun, or is it my cock that turns you into a needy, slutty princess?” Steve’s voice was the most shaken you’ve ever heard him to sound. 

A garbled whine was your response as his dirty words added to the mess between your thighs. 

You were wet the moment he walked up the stairs and towards you. Every second of what followed only worsened your state. 

“You can have my gun in your mouth too, if you want.” Steve teased, weaving his free hand into your hair. “But you’d have to let go of my cock. And with your eager sucking I’m not sure you’d like to part with it anytime soon.”

Glaring up at him, you pressed your fingernails into the skin of his thighs. It only made him chuckle. 

When he lightly tapped the gun over one of your cheeks, you jerked forward with a muffled moan, taking more of his cock into your mouth. Too much. It hit the back of your throat and made you gag. Tears sprang to your eyes as your body tensed. Steve’s fingers in your hair tightened. He let out the sexiest moan.

And it was the hottest thing you ever experienced when sucking a man off. 

You didn’t try to repeat that, but it doubled your eagerness and efforts. Your own hips started swaying in desperate need. You were so hot and wet, and aching to have your pussy filled. 

“Princess,” Steve grunted; you felt his muscles tensing. 

“I’m about to come. Do you want me to paint your beautiful face, or do you want to swallow every drop like a good girl?” 

You paused for a second, holding just the tip of his thick cock in your mouth. You considered the options for a moment then, holding Steve’s gaze, you slowly took him deeper. As deep as you could without tipping that gag reflex again. 

“As you wish, Princess.” He huffed, half amusement half all pleasure. 

When you hollowed your cheeks and sucked harder, at the same time moving your spit-slick fingers to cup Steve’s balls, he growled a curse. It stretched into a long moan as his cum filled your mouth. 

Each time you swallowed small gulps of it, your tongue moved under his throbbing cock, drawing out more. 

Your chin and mouth were glistening with saliva and white streaks of cum that dribbled out. Steve’s grip on your hair didn’t ease as he slipped out from between your lips. He held your head in place as he brought his gun and rubbed the muzzle in the shiny mess on your chin. 

Then he was tossing the gun aside and lifting you up onto your feet. Steve’s mouth was devouring yours even before you steadied on your legs. His tongue dipped in, unbothered by the remnants of his own cum. 

You gripped at his shirt, eagerly responding to the dirty kiss and mad passion that erupted. Steve’s chuckle melted against your mouth when you rubbed yourself against him.

“Did sucking my cock make you wet, Princess?” 

All of him made you wet. But you weren’t going to admit that. 

You didn’t have to answer his question, either. Steve found out himself, driving his hand beneath your skirt. His fingers pressed against the soaked fabric of your underwear. Not just a wet patch. A sticky mess. 

“Fuck!” He groaned, his hips bucking against you. 

Suddenly, he was turning you around and pushing you forward. 

He bent you over the wooden balustrade, pulling up your skirt and kicking your legs wider apart. 

Your glazed over gaze landed on the floor below. The dead body was gone. So was Bucky. Only the dark pool of red blood remained, flashing at you with memory of ruthless brutality. Still, your ass rubbed against Steve’s hand eagerly, your desire not the slightest diminished by the memory of horror. 

Steve ripped your soaked underwear. He tossed it over the balcony, making you watch the ruined garment fall down. 

You didn’t have time, nor brain capacity, to see the metaphor of your own innocent life falling down into his evil clutches. 

You moaned, back arching, as Steve’s fingers swept between your swollen, wet folds. 

“I’d give you the gun, but I want your tight pussy all to myself. Not going to share it even with your favorite, lethal toys.”

His fingers were more deadly, you wanted to say. But no words fell out, only a strangled cry, when Steve pushed two of his thick fingers in. Eased them in and out a few times, before suddenly rotating and curling. He pressed against that spot that made you keen and arch onto your tiptoes. 

“That’s it, Princess.” He praised, wrapping his free hand around the front of your neck. “Getting all messy on your husband’s fingers.”

A guttural cry ripped from your lungs when he forced a third finger in. 

It felt almost too much. Almost as stretched and full as when he had his cock buried to the hilt. 

Then it was really too much when one of his fingers, now all slick with your juices, withdrew from your pussy and pressed against your rim. 

“Ohgodohgodohgod-” you babbled, clenching your eyes shut. 

But you didn’t jerk away. Didn’t plead with Steve to stop. Instead, you shuddered and moaned when he slowly, but mercilessly pushed that finger into your ass. 

“So fucking tight, Princess,” Steve panted against your ear. “You’re making me hard all over again.”

He fucked both of your holes, increasing the rhythm until your cries were growing louder. Until you broke like a string stretched too far and your wetness coated his hand up to his wrist. 

You were a boneless mess, held up only by his hand on your throat and the sturdy balustrade. You felt his pulsing cock against your thigh, getting hard again just like he said. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers from your fluttering pussy. Squelching sound of it made you scorch with embarrassment. 

But then there was another pressure. Right next to the finger already knuckle deep in your ass. 

Steve was pushing another finger there. 

“Nghhh!” You whined, tensing against the bigger intrusion. It was somewhat uncomfortable, yet seemed to rouse your spent body anew. 

“You can take it, Princess.” Steve breathed against your neck as he shifted his position behind you. “Today you’re daring. Taking what you want and not shying away from it.”

His second finger sank deeper and the head of his dick nudged at your pussy. Your hips rocked back against him. You weren’t sure you did it consciously. Your mind felt too scrambled at the moment. It was more an instinctive chase after another shattering completion. 

With two fingers in your ass, the fullness of Steve’s cock stretching you felt nearly overwhelming. And so fucking good. 

You bucked against him with a whine when Steve remained still for a longer moment. His fingers around your throat clenched slightly before he finally gave you the friction you wanted, pulling slightly out then slamming back in. 

At first he fucked you only with his cock, holding his fingers in your tight hole. When your cunt spasmed around him, betraying your heightening peak, Steve amped the ruin by thrusting in and out of your ass. 

Your gaze was no longer on the pool of blood. It became foggy, unfocused. Your eyes rolled back, your vision filled with a kaleidoscope of colorful shards. Your hands let go of the wooden banister; one clutching onto Steve’s arm, the other reaching behind you to grip and twist the fabric of his shirt. 

“Going to come for me again?” Steve rasped, scraping his teeth along the skin of your neck. “That’s it. Go on. Come from having all of your holes owned by me.”

“Come from loving it.” 

And you did. 

Your cry echoed under the cathedral ceiling. A spilling of high pitched keening forming a lewd choir as Steve kept fucking you through your orgasm, tipping it into another peak as he followed soon after and his cum filled your clenching cunt. 

His own ragged breath sank into your skin. He eased the hold on your throat and instead wrapped that arm around your chest. After easing ers out of your ass, he wrapped it around you as well. 

Excess of his cum dribbled out of you when his softening cock slipped out. It was forming a glistening white splatter on the floor between your legs.

A contrast to the dark red blood on the other side. 

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

#most powerful force in the universe?? is this one (1) perfectly human little girl?? perhaps??#< prev tag#Y E S#please do more poetic waxing i am Listening very closely#and yeah absolutely agree with everything#i dont think the bleedthrough whatever it is can affect them too much#but its absolutely possible thats something in the background they are constantly dealing with#tbh the bois are either a super good or a total disaster and bleedthrough could be useful in both cases lol#ALSO ALSO#i wonder if dealing with this secondhand but Intense grief ever since gaining consciousness mellowed out the entity when the bois met#early episodes entity is pretty melancholic and philosophical those fall into the Sad TM category feelings generally#you know what i need a meme#faroe changed john truthers unite

#somewhat less related but the main hook that caught me in the show besides the premise is music#and like one of the main songs of the show is madness and its associated with the king plus the king himself seems to fancy artists#SO SO#what if#johns god shard power is actually pulling out faroe's song out of arthur's mind and john is literally hearing it just as the audience is#we all know thats the tune of arthur's soul is it too far-fetched a god of art and madness would be attuned to it#i wonder if that tune was...excuse me. drowned so deep down below an ocean of rage that yellow couldn't hear it#right before arthur played it on that piano and then that train hit yellow all at once and he lashed out because of that intense pain#cause honestly yellow swallowed quite a lot of revelations much better than you would expect i always found it weird he raged so suddenly#what can i ever only ramble in tags xD#i love throwing psychic damage around at mutuals

YEAH YEAH like. yeah i don't think necessarily the bleedthrough is the direct cause of anything, but i DO think it adds to a lot of things. just like, a factor hovering around in the background enhancing whatever blowout fight and/or declaration of unending devotion they're doing today. i also think that maybe john has gotten like... more distinct from arthur's emotions over time, potentially? like maybe as he finds his own humanity he has a better basis to keep his footing and not just get swept along with his host, which is really more of an extension of him learning how to process emotions in general i guess, i'm getting distracted. what was i talking about

OH YEAH AND YELLOW. fuck, yeah yellow... if there IS anything to the idea of faroe's memory affecting john on a more fundamental level, then god, yeah, of course that same like, templating?? would fuck with yellow, like. when john met arthur he was mostly confused and scared abt the general situation he found himself in, he was barely even given time to process parker's death let alone react to it. but compared to when yellow met arthur?? he was at a fucking Low Point. grieving and angry and suffering and ready to fucking die, god that would be fucking poison in an emotional link with a being who's new to humanity and already feeling lost and defensive. no wonder they ended up hating each other, that was a fucking death spiral from day 1.

gald you're enjoying the psychic damage)))

tbh John is not Exactly comparable to Gilgamesh, cause he has Dark World Amnesia TM or whatever, but everything else tracks with him

p.s. also I believe this change-inspired-by-grief only really solidified after Faroe's story was revealed. It forced John to reconcile the fact that he can feel such deep and heavy emotion not only with Arthur (or Lily), but also someone he never even met. Every other sympathy he displayed was passing or surface level, which is a very good start of course, but I don't think it was enough to convince John to change so thoroughly as he had to.

(I'm a secondhand Faroe grief for John enthusiast)

(wrt this post)

YEAH GOD YEAH like it’s not an exact 1:1 (i def don’t think john is nearly as much of an asshole as Gilgamesh even at the start, he’s more just… clumsy?? emotionally?? idk how to phrase it) but it’s more abt this Being that was once so far above humanity, choosing to “lower” himself to that level and in doing so experiencing both the heights and depths of human emotion. “irreversibly changed by friendship and love and loss and regret” indeed…

anyway this is tangential to your point but is there any emotional exchange btwn these two that can’t be enhanced by that implied empathic bleedthrough. I do not think so. bc like, speaking of grief. if john gets any of arthur’s emotions then he kind of can’t avoid this one, right. it’s always always there, from the fucking moment they meet, before he even knows who or where he is he knows that melody and john can feel it when he plays, that love with nowhere to go. it’s a heartbeat underscoring their whole journey. her song her name her memory burning so bright that fucking elder gods can’t take it away from him. how could john Not feel at least some of that, right. before he knows anything else abt humanity, before his name, before the lake or the hospital or any of it, he knows the taste of arthur’s love, and his grief.

…was this just an excuse for me to wax poetic abt the importance of faroe’s song. maybe. but anyway I think there is a STRONG argument to be made that she is the single most important character in the whole show. like she drives so fucking much of it. none of it could have happened without her on SO many levels I could talk abt it forever

[sillylilsquid]

𝕲𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊

♥︎summary: When you stumble across the Instagram of a rising rapper named Thanos whose music and charisma captivate you, you never expect for a relationship to blossom. Taking a leap of faith you travel to visit him in Korea. The chemistry between you two is undeniable. Though one night and one little pill drives a wedge between you, causing you to return home feeling heartbroken and hopeless. Just when you start to move on Thanos reaches out, desperate to make admins. Against all odds you give the purple haired man one final chance. Where music and your deep rooted feelings for each other intertwine you together again.

♥︎trigger warnings: au, no squid game. afab reader, sexual themes, brief descriptions of verbal/physical abuse, drinking, drug use, oc thanos. minors dni!! 18+

♥︎a/n: 10.3k words. purple text is thanos, pink text is you. credit goes to @lexalith for my inspo from their fic 'friends' plz read it, it's so good :')

It was never your intention to fall for him. For Thanos. A korean rapper you met on Instagram who slid into your dm’s so casually. Your friend had sent you a link to his music, and after listening to it you searched for him on Instagram. His music wasn’t really your taste, per say, but his voice was what caught your attention. The way he rapped, the words spilling off his tongue so easily. His seemingly cocky attitude. It drew you in. After scrolling through all of his posts you decided to follow him. His feed was pictures of him in a recording studio, arms wrapped around women dressed in tiny clothes, his smoking. You could tell he lived a party boy lifestyle.

What you weren’t expecting was for him to follow you back. He wasn’t very famous, but he still had no reason to follow you back. So you always wondered why he did it. Until he started interacting with you. He’d like your posts and stories, occasionally he’d comment on them. You never thought much of it, thinking it was a way for him to attract more fans. Then one day as you sat on your couch studying, your phone vibrated on the table next to you. Absent-mindedly your hand grabbed for it and when your eyes tore away from your homework to see the notification you were in shock.

Instagram: direct message from legendthanos. Your finger hesitated before opening the app and then your messages. you haven’t posted in awhile senorita. miss seeing your pretty face :( 

You sat in utter disbelief. This had to be some sort of prank, a sick joke. This man had no clue who you were. You didn’t even live in Korea; in fact you didn’t even technically live in England, you were just there to study abroad. Thoughts raced through your head and you fought with yourself to even respond to him. But then you gave in–I mean what could go wrong? He doesn’t even know you, if it got weird you could just block him. You decided to keep it short and to the point. 

nocturnalnymph: you don’t even know me, but thanks

legendthanos: i could get to know you 

notcurnalnymph: nahhh i don’t think you’d want to

legendthanos: don’t play hard to get mama, lemme get to know you

notcurnalnymph: mama? really?

legendthanos: ;)

The messages went on like that for a few days. He’d ask how you were doing, or he’d message you saying he was bored and wanted to talk. He’d send pictures of whatever he was doing. And you. Well you kept your replies limited, and when you did reply they were nothing special. Part of you felt bad because you didn’t want to come off as rude, but you also didn’t want to lead him on considering you didn’t even live in the same country. Neither of you had a chance.

Thanos was persistent though. Even if you didn’t reply, he’d keep on messaging you. You had to give it to him, the messages did make your day every time you saw them. Eventually you started to reply more. You had even started to send him pictures too. Of your outfit, or your homework, or random things throughout your day. Then one day with no other words he sent you his phone number. The numbers stared at you, daring you to save them. You did.

The two of you began texting which was a lot easier than messaging on Instagram. Any time you’d see that the three little dots pop up to indicate he was typing you would grow excited. You had a mini heart attack every time he replied to you. A smile was always present on your face anytime you’d talk to him. Your friends began to grow concerned about why you were glued to your phone. You had never been one to be on your phone all the time. But with Thanos on the other end you couldn’t resist. You played it off, lying and saying it was someone you met at a bar. They couldn’t know it was Thanos. They would think you were insane! Hell, maybe you were.

Texts turned into phone calls which turned into facetime calls. The time difference was difficult, but the two of you figured it out. Thanos would say he didn’t care if he had to stay up all night, as long as he got to see you. The two of you would talk about anything and everything. There was never a lull in your conversations. He even told you his real name. You knew deep down he was probably using you, but the feeling of being liked outweighed that thought.

You laid in bed, blankets pulled up around you as you watched Thanos on the other side of the phone. He was getting ready for a show. You helped him pick out an outfit and now you sat watching him fix his hair. Occasionally he’d stop to hit his vape, always smirking at you as he blew out the smoke. You’d tease him, telling him how bad it was for him. “I wish I could go to your show.” you mumbled, pouting at him. Thanos chuckled, “Baby girl, I told you I’d pay for you to come anytime you want. I’m just waiting for you to say when.” The nickname made you blush. He always had some sort of nickname for you. He was the king of sweet talk. Calling you baby girl, or beautiful, or your favorite being ‘his girl.’ Damn it made you feel special.

Then one day you received a text from Thanos, you knew it was late in Korea. You sat in shock as you stared at the picture on your phone. 

I know you did NOT just send me a picture of your dick 🫣

oops wrong person

lol jk

all for you baby ;)

Su bong! 

Facetiming him grew less and less innocent when one day he answered right after a shower. His chest still dripping with water. You knew he was naked and you tried not to stare. How could you not!? His tattooed skin glistened. He teased you that night, going on and on about how you were staring. Practically drooling like a dog. And before you knew it you were watching him jerk off. You sat in your bed, eyes wide. You didn’t even want to blink in fear you would miss something. Your thighs pressed together to relieve the pressure you felt between them. It didn’t stop there. The two of you frequently found yourself sending dirty photos, and getting off together. It became routine. Talk about your days, flirt, jerk off. Hearing your name fall off his lips never failed to make you wet. 

A few more weeks passed and you finally agreed to meet him. It was spring break so you didn’t have to worry about school for two weeks. You didn’t tell him at first, and booked your ticket with your own money. Once he found out he wasn’t very happy. Complaining to you how he had wanted to pay for it. You rolled your eyes, ignoring his complaints. “If you keep it up I’ll cancel my trip.” you said, though it was an empty threat.

Once at the airport you texted him. About to get on the plane, see you in 12 short hours! 😚 He replied quickly, safe travels mama xoxo. A few seconds later he sent another: can’t wait to get my hands on you ;). The trip was long and stressful. You hated flying, especially by yourself. As you grabbed your suitcase you stopped by the bathroom to freshen up. You fixed your hair, put on some perfume and hoped that even though you weren’t dressed up that he would still think you were cute. It was a silly thought, you shouldn’t care what he thinks of you…but you did.

Thanos stood in the airport waiting for you. He had stepped outside multiple times to smoke in hopes to ease his nerves. He was a wreck. Never before had he been so nervous over a girl. He was Thanos, the rapper. The man who could get any woman he wanted, whenever he wanted. But something about you was different. Talking to you felt different than flirting with any other girl. He raked his hands through his purple hair for what had to be the hundredth time then headed back inside. 

You watched as the purple haired man entered the doors, and you stopped in your tracks. The two of you stared at each other before he rushed towards you. Thanos tightly snaked his hands around your waist, your arms going around his neck. “Fuck you smell so good,” he groaned, burrying his face in your hair. Your skin flushed with a warm blush. “What a great first thing to say to me.” you teased him. “Goddamn, you are so much sexier in person.” his words rolled off his tongue. His voice sent shivers down your spine. He had pulled back just enough to admire you, smirking. 

You followed him out to his car, allowing him to carry your suitcase. His height towered over you, making your normal confident self feel small and shy. His car smelt like weed mixed with the scent of his cologne. It was overwhelming, intoxicating in the best possible way. The drive to his place was short and you stared out the window the whole time. The only place you had traveled before was to London for school. Never had you expected to be in Korea, especially with a man you had been flirting with from Instagram. If your friends or god forbid your parents knew what you were doing you’d be in so much trouble.

“Seoul is really pretty.” you commented, following him up to his tiny apartment. Thanos laughed, “it’s alright, great parties though.” he unlocked the door and pushed it open for you. The apartment looked no different than what you had seen on facetime. It was messy–clothes and shoes strung about, but it didn’t bother you. You were just thankful he was letting you stay here and not making you pay for a hotel. You stood in his living room, watching him as he set your stuff in his room then came back out to you. Shyly your fingers fumbled with the seam of your sweater. Feeling self conscious under his gaze.

Thanos grabbed for your hand, pulling you a step closer to him. “Wanna go out tonight?” he offered, and you shrugged. You really didn’t care what the two of you did. “My friend, Nam Gyu, he owns Club Pentagon. Shit gets crazy there! Or are you not a club girl?” his hand caressed your cheek briefly. You didn’t want to lie to him, you rarely partied. Once in a while you would go out drinking with your friends, but it was rare. “I can be a club girl if that’s what you want.” you teased him, reaching up to ruffle his hair. Thanos tightened his grip on you. “Yeah, that’s my girl.” he mumbled, bringing you into a hug.

That evening you were thankful you decided to pack at least one nicer outfit. You knew he’d want to party, it was his signature. You threw on a tight skirt, and a random band shirt that you tied in the front exposing the skin of your stomach. You didn’t have any heels, so you settled for your platform doc martens–good enough, you thought. Your makeup was simple and you wore your hair down, knowing how much Thanos loved it like that.

Thanos sat vaping on his couch and playing on his phone when you walked in. His eyes slowly drifted up and down your body as if to mesmerize every curve. Worried that if he blinked you would disappear into thin air before his very eyes. He cleared his throat, letting out a few compliments as the two of you walked down to his car. Even though he had called you sexy and beautiful before…this time felt different. You picked at your nail polish when he drove, beginning to feel anxious. Sensing your unease he reached out and rested a hand on your knee. It caught you off guard, but it did soothe your nerves.

At the club Thanos never let you out of his sight. He’d always be touching you in some way. An arm around your shoulders, his hand in yours; not wanting you to go anywhere without him. The club was huge and packed tightly with people. The smell of sweat, weed, and alcohol made your head feel fuzzy. You took a few shots with Thanos and his friends, but tried not to drink too much. You were a lightweight, and there was no way you’d embarrass yourself in front of him on the first night. He danced with you and even in the sea of people it felt like it was just you and him. 

Nothing happened that night. Or the next two nights. You were a little disappointed he hadn’t even kissed you. You knew him to be so bold and cocky, and even though he did act like that around you he still hadn’t made a move. You weren’t going to. Not until you knew he felt the same. Texting and facetime were so different than in person. What if he simply didn’t find you as attractive in person?

The next couple days were the same. You two would spend the day together doing different things around the city and go party at night. In fact, you were beginning to really like going out with him. Maybe clubbing was your thing, you just needed a man like Thanos with you. Tonight you wore one of his shirts. Your favorite one. It was bright green and fell mid thigh on you. You paired it again with your boots, but wore the shirt as a dress. Thanos became more handsy that night. 

You two drank together at Club Pentagon and you grew bold enough to pull him out to the dance floor. Back pressed tightly against his chest you swayed your hips. “So fucking hot. Wearing my favorite fucking shirt, fuck.” he groaned, his fingers digging into your hips. The alcohol in your system seemed to make you feel bold. “You really like it?” you teased, tilting your head back to look up at him. He stared into your eyes with his half lidded ones. His eyes were dark. “Fuck yeah–fuck.” he grumbled, closing his eyes momentarily. He felt him against your back, his cock straining against his jeans. 

You hadn’t planned on having sex with him so soon, but damn he made it so hard to resist him. Turning in his arms, your hand tangled in the back of his hair, pulling him roughly to your lips. Thanos kissed you back with just as much passion. His fingers drifted up under the shirt you wore, and trailed higher and higher. Part of you felt shy and worried others would see. But the other part of you just wanted to jump his bones. 

The two of your lips moved in sync as if they were meant for each other. Your fingers played with his hair and soon you pulled yourself off him to catch your breath. Heart pounding in your chest while you stared up at him. Lips swollen from kissing. Cheeks hot with a blush. Your eyes stole a quick glance down at his jeans. 

“You just gonna tease me? Or are you gonna finish what you started baby?” his voice was teasing, trying to get a rise out of you. Trying to fluster you. You held your chin high. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you replied innocently. Then you turned to walk back to the bar. Thanos stood in the middle of the dance floor, mouth agape as you walked away. “Fucking tease.” he muttered to himself, taking a drag from his vape. 

You weren’t alone for very long at the bar when Thanos caught up to you. He slid into the seat next to you and buried his face into your neck. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he said just barely loud enough for you to hear over the music. “Wearing my fucking shirt, pressing your ass against me–I think you need to finish what you started.” your body stiffened just slightly. “Unless you’re too scared.” “Never.” you grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards the nearest bathroom. 

He barely shoved the two of you into a small stall before you were tugging his jeans down. Thanos leaned back against the door, staring down at you. His chest rising and falling quickly. You had to admit you were nervous. It had been a long time since you had been with a guy. But you acted so cocky over the phone, you couldn’t let your facade slip now. His cock sprung out of his boxers and you sunk to your knees before him. He wasted no time in tangling his hand into your hair. Though he wasn’t rough he was firm, holding your head in place. He grasped his cock with his free hand, tapping it against your cheek. Then against your lips. Silently you opened your mouth. 

The sound that escaped his lips was animalistic. You took him in your mouth, grabbing onto his thighs to steady yourself. You let him move your head and thrust into your mouth. His cock hit the back of your throat. Tears welled in your eyes as you held back a gag. But you let him continue. You let him fuck your mouth however he pleased. Warmth spread through you, your thighs clenching together to relieve some of the pressure building up. Thanos continued to huff and groan above you, finding it hard to keep his eyes open. His head leaned back against the door but he kept his eyes on yours. You never closed your eyes. Wanting to watch him the whole time.

“That’s a g-good girl,” he moaned, his voice deep and lust filled. “My good girl, hmm.” you nodded ever so slightly. “Gonna make me cum with your pretty little mouth.” he said, making you squeeze his thighs. Thanos' hips moved more sloppy now, his pace faltering ever so slightly as he reached his orgasm. “Fuck, fuck,” he cursed. “Look at you taking it. Look beautiful with your mouth on my cock.” and with that, he came. Even though his hand stopped moving, you continued to move your head. Wanting to get every last drop of cum from him. Once you pulled away you wiped the drool off your chin and stood up.

Your legs felt wobbly so you reached out for him. He held you tightly, not letting you fall. “I knew you had a pretty mouth, but god fucking damn.” His words made the desire in your core grow. He had always talked to you like that online, but in person felt so much more intimate. Thanos pulled up his jeans, fixing himself before he unlocked the bathroom stall. When he stepped out you stood in place. Not feeling like you could move. 

“I didn’t forget about you, baby girl,” he grasped your wrist. “We’re going home.” you followed him as he weaved through the crowd of people. He stopped briefly to talk to Nam Gyu, who looked at you and laughed. You knew Thanos had to have told him why you two were leaving so suddenly. Your cheeks were on fire and you tugged at his hand, wanting very much to escape the uncomfortable situation.

He obliged, dragging you out towards his car. His pace was face and his strides were long. You struggled to keep up. He noticed and stopped in his tracks causing you to bump into him. He picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder. “Put me down!” you exclaimed, a squeal escaped your lips as you held onto him. You tried to use one hand to pull the shirt down to keep your butt covered. Thanos’ hand moved yours away so he could spank you. 

He threw you into the passenger seat and the two of you were back in his apartment in record time. Thanos barely had the front door closed before he pushed you against it and trapped you with his own body. “Thanos.” you giggled, feeling ticklish as his lips traced your neck. The way he kissed and bit at your skin drove you crazy. 

“Can’t believe you sucked me off at the club,” he chuckled. The sensation sent chills down your body. “What a little slut. My slut.” you nodded frantically, fisting his tee shirt in your hands. Never before had a man called you that…and if it weren’t Thanos you probably would’ve felt different. But when he said it your head spun.

Again he lifted you over his shoulder as he marched towards his bedroom. He tossed you down on the bed like you weighed nothing. Your body bounced by the force of you hitting the mattress. You laid there; hair sprawled out against his black comforter, shirt pushed up to expose your panties. Panting. You felt like a dog in heat. You needed him. More than you had ever needed anything in your life.

Thanos took his time undressing you. He slipped your shoes off first and kissed up your body. Your shirt was next to go. It landed somewhere amongst the mess of his room. Left in just your bra and panties, you felt exposed. The cold air making your skin grow goosebumps. You tried to cover yourself up shyly but Thanos was quick to pull your hands away. “Stay here.” he rushed out of the room in search of his phone. Quickly returning to you with a smirk. Thanos stood in front of you and took a picture, then tossed his phone to the side. “Gotta have something to remember you by when you’re gone.” he teased.

“Thanos!” you reached up, as if you were trying to steal his phone away but he pushed you back against the mattress. He started at your feet again, resuming his kisses up your body. Every so often he would bite at your plush skin. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to calm yourself down. Your bra and panties were ripped off your body. “Hey! Those were expensive!” you exclaimed, pouting up at him. “Don’t worry mama, I’ll buy you more.” you rolled your eyes at the nickname. No matter how many times you’d beg him to stop calling you that, he never would. 

His tattooed hand pushed your thighs apart. A finger tracing up and down your entrance before landing on your clit. Thanos took him time. Teasing you, because he knew it drove you crazy. Once you were crying out and begging for him he pushed off his jeans. Even though you’d just seen him earlier, you were still in awe of how big his cock was.

Lining himself up with you he took his time pressing just the tip in. You felt yourself stretch around him, and you saw how visibly tense Thanos was trying to hold himself back. Then once he knew you were ready he slammed his hips into you. You screamed out his name, and he moaned yours. His hips moved frantically, the sound of his skin slapping against yours sounded crude in the silent room. There was no way the neighbors didn’t hear the scene.

It didn’t take very long for that familiar feeling to build in the bottom of your stomach. “Thanos..I-I’m gonna, gonna c-cum.” you managed to get out between moans. He praised you, waiting to feel you clench against his cock. The sensation almost sending him over the edge. He pulled out, pumping himself a few times in his hand before spilling his seed onto your stomach. You watched with half lidded eyes, soaking in the sight in front of you. His naked chest heaved, sweat dripped down his forehead. Once he was finished his eyes met yours. A smirk plastered on his face.

“I knew that pussy would be good.” Thanos said. You covered your face in your hands. “Stop! You know that stuff makes me shy!” you exclaimed. His laugh sounded like music in your ears. “Yeah baby girl, why do you think I do it so much? I love seeing my girl all flustered.” your heart skipped a beat when he called you his girl again. 

Thanos finally pulled himself off you and offered you a hand. He started a shower for you and left you alone to clean up. You washed off the sweat and cum on you, then washed the makeup off your face. For a few minutes you stood in the shower replaying the previous events. You had never been fucked like that before. You had never came as hard as you did when Thanos was inside you. It felt like a sin. The good kind. The kind that made you feel like sinning over and over again.

You laughed to yourself thinking about your friends' reactions if they found out. Everything you were doing was very much unlike you, but Thanos made you feel different. You weren’t sure if he was actually different from other guys, but you wanted to think he was.

After your shower you tugged on another one of his shirts and a fresh pair of underwear. You brushed the tangles out of your hair and returned to his bedroom. Thanos laid on his bed, in only a pair of boxers. He was vaping and humming along to music that played from his phone. His music, you recognized. Standing in the doorway you took a moment to admire him. His tattoos, his muscles. Everything about him seemed so perfect.

A week went by and you two spent a lot of your time together having sex. He would take you anywhere; he’d lift you up on the kitchen counter, in the shower, in his car. Your body was sore and screaming for a day off–but you wouldn’t allow it. You didn’t know the next time you would get to see him in person so you had to enjoy it while you could.

One night you went over to Nam Gyu’s house. It was only a small group of their closest friends. Everyone sat around drinking, smoking weed, and laughing. You sat a little outside of their group feeling somewhat left out. You had decided not to drink, and you didn’t like the way weed made you feel. But you let them do their thing. You were a guest, you weren’t going to interrupt their fun. Nam Gyu poked fun at you a few times, and you half expected Thanos to say something but he didn’t. Well he did…but instead of standing up for you, he joined in.

Laughing about you were a prude with drinking and party drugs, but you were loose when it came to your body. The comment surprised you. “Yeah this bitch can’t get enough of me!” he exclaimed, leaning back against the couch. A few people laughed, but you sat there completely silent. “Practically begs me every single day. Huh, slut?” That caught you off guard. He’d never called you bitch. He’d never called you a slut outside of the bedroom–and even when he did say it, his inflection showed he was only joking. This time it didn't feel like a joke.

“Don’t call me that,” you mustered up the courage to say. Your body language, however, gave away how embarrassed you felt. Thanos repeated your words in a mocking tone. It had to be because he was high, you thought to yourself. You watched Nam Gyu give him some type of pill earlier. Thanos had swallowed it eagerly. He wasn’t thinking straight. That’s all…right?

The evening went on and Thanos never let up on his words. It got to the point you weren’t embarrassed anymore, you were pissed off. “Thanos,” you said when you got a brief moment alone with him. He ignored you, taking a long drag from his joint. “Thanos.” you repeated, your tone growing annoyed. Again, no response. “Su bong.” His real name falling from your lips. His eyes snapped to yours. “Don’t fucking call me that, bitch.” His voice sounded angry, hateful.

“I-I want to leave,” your voice faltered ever so slightly. “Please can we go?” Thanos stood up, his posture tall and assertive. You coward beneath him, taking the smallest step backwards. Why was he acting like this? “Get to walking then.” he shrugged, staring down at you. Tempting you to argue with him. You took a second to collect your thoughts, not wanting to cause a scene in front of everyone. 

You bit your lip briefly, wanting to assure your voice would be steady. “I can’t walk back to your apartment. I don’t even know how we got here!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms up in defeat. “Just take me back, then you can come finish whatever the hell you’re doing.” you bargained with him. “I’m not from here. I have no clue where anything is. Please.” you begged him now. Thanos grabbed your wrist, his grip tight. “Figure it out. Go whore around, maybe you’ll find a ride that way. Don’t wait up for me, I’m gonna find some other desperate whore to fuck tonight.” “Excuse me?” Maybe you hadn’t heard him right. “Dumb fucking bitch.” 

A tear fell out of your eye and started to race down your cheek. You hated yourself for crying. Yes, you were hurt by his words but you were more angry than sad. The Thanos, the Su bong, you knew would never talk to you like that. 

“I said don’t call me that.” your voice was more angry now, and you reached up to push him away from you. He barely stumbled backwards, but that seemed to just set him off. Thanos lunged forwards, pushing you back. Your back hit the wall and you felt the breath being knocked out of you. “Don’t you ever lay your hands on me.” he sounded so distant, like a whole different person. His pupils were huge. It was obvious how high he was.

“Don’t fucking push me!” you yelled at him, and without thinking you slapped him. Your hand stung as it made contact with his cheek. You froze. Not believing you did what you just did. No fucking way you slapped him. Thanos laughed in your face before he reached up and slapped you back. Behind you heard his friends mumbling amongst themselves. One of them called out his name, but he ignored them. “Get the fuck out of my face, you fucking bitch,” he growled. “Stupid fucking slut. Leave!” 

You jumped, the loudness of his voice startling you. You struggled to escape how he had you pressed against the wall. When you managed to duck away from him you grabbed your bag and rushed out the door, slamming it as hard as you could behind you. Tears streamed down your face at a steady pace now. What were you supposed to do? Where were you supposed to go?

It was dark outside, and freezing cold. Your small sweater did hardly anything to keep you warm. You tried to retrace your steps, tried to remember the scenery from the drive over. A few times you got turned around. You considered finding the nearest hotel and paying for the night, but you couldn’t. You hardly knew the language; you relied on Thanos for basically everything. You trusted him. But no longer.

If your friends knew about this, they would’ve said “I told you so.” You hated yourself for even coming to Korea. You shouldn’t have allowed yourself to feel the way you did. Should’ve kept everything on Instagram. In fact you never should have responded to him in the first place.

You weren’t sure how long it took you but you finally found a way to his apartment. You were thankful there was a key hiding under his doormat. Letting yourself in, you retreated to the bedroom. As you silently sobbed you packed your suitcase. There wasn’t much you could do this late at night, but in the morning you were leaving.

You changed out of your clothes into a pair of your sweatpants and a hoodie. Your makeup stained your cheeks. Skin blotchy from crying so hard. Hesitantly you laid in his bed. The smell of him overwhelmed your senses. Though you found comfort in it. You closed your eyes and prayed that sleep would take over you quickly. Then your phone buzzed.

baby did you really leave?

answer the phone

ur being ridiculous 

are you fucking someone else rn?

im sry, plz call me.

bitch 

answer your fucking phone 

baaaabbbbyyyy

In between his many text messages he would call. You never answered. You left his texts on read. They would fluctuate from being kind and trying to apologize, to spitting hate at you again. This went on for a while, but you never gave in. “Fuck you, Su bong.” you spoke out loud to yourself in the empty apartment. Before you knew it you were taken over by sleep.

When you awoke in the morning your head was pounding from all the crying. Thanos wasn’t in bed next to you, honestly you were expecting to not be home at all. Then you found him asleep on the couch. He was curled up with his hood over his head, no blanket or anything. A few minutes passed and you just stood there watching him. Contemplating waking him up.

“Thanos,” you whispered, poking his arm. No response. He was still breathing, at least he hadn't overdosed or something. “Thanos.” you said a bit louder this time. Slowly he groaned, rubbing his eyes. Then he sat up and looked at you. “Baby girl–” his voice was hoarse. “Don’t call me that.” you said plainly. “Take me to the airport. I’m going back to London.” You had made your mind up, there was nothing he could do to change that.

“Listen,” but you cut him off again. “I’m not listening to you. Take me to the fucking airport.” your voice was stern, your arms crossed over your chest. Thanos grumbled to himself, pushing past you to grab his keys. The drive to the airport was uncomfortable. He had turned the radio off and neither of you spoke. The silence was thick between you. 

Once he parked his car you reached for the handle, trying to leave as quickly as you could. He called your name. You hesitated, waiting to see if he had anything else to say. When he didn’t speak you turned to look at him. It was the first time you had made eye contact with him that morning. He remained silent. You laughed, shaking your head as you got out of the car and grabbed your suitcase from the trunk. 

Thanos followed you, grabbing your hand before you could walk into the airport. You again looked at him silently. Your name fell from his lips, barely a whisper. “Please don’t go.” his voice showed no emotion but his eyes pleaded to you. You shook your head, your mind was made up. When he realized he wasn’t going to get anywhere he dropped your hand. “Leave then, I don’t care.” his words stung. Deep down they cut through you like knives.

Then you disappeared. Booked yourself a flight and returned to London that evening. You didn’t tell your friends. You wanted to be left alone. You needed to be alone. 

Spring break ended and you struggled to return to school. The first week back was miserable. Your friends knew something was wrong but you refused to tell them. Just saying you were in a slump, you’d get over it. A week later you dropped out of the spring semester. 

Not once did you get any messages from Thanos. Multiple times you found yourself typing out messages to send him. You never did. Sometimes they were heartfelt, professing your feelings for him. Others were hateful, asking how he could treat you the way he did and feel okay about it. Your finger always hovered over the send button, but you never pressed it.

One night as you laid on your couch watching a movie your voice buzzed. Your heart seemed to stop momentarily, and something screamed at you to look. What if it was Thanos? No it couldn’t be. He hadn’t texted you yet, he wouldn’t text you now. You were wrong. In fact he wasn’t texting you, he was calling you. You watched it ring and ring and eventually his name disappeared.

will u answer my call?

please i need to talk to u

baby plz

🙁

You couldn’t believe yourself but you typed out a response. Then deleted it. Then typed out another, and another until you settled on a simple one. It showed no emotion.

don’t call me baby.

im sry

mama 

plz answer my calls

Again his name flashed on your screen as he called you. And again you ignored it.

seriously call me

ik ur seeing these

dont be like this

like what? upset? because if you seriously think for a second that i will forgive u then ur fucking crazy

i know

then stop messaging me.

then answer my fucking call

Maybe if you did he would stop reaching out. He would end things. Tell you to never reach out, or tell you how much he hated you. So, you answered it.

You were silent. Not saying hello. Not saying a single word. He didn’t either for a minute. Then he spoke, “Please just listen to me.” you hummed impatiently waiting to see what excuse he would give you. “I am sorry, really fucking sorry.” Well that shocked you. You weren’t expecting an apology. Even if it was a fake one, you hadn’t expected that.

“That shit I took, it fucked me up. And after you left I took more, and more. Nam Gyu had to take me to the hospital…” he trailed off. Your fists clenched your blanket tighter around you. “Are you wanting me to feel sorry for you?” you finally spat out. “Because I will never feel sorry for a piece of shit like you. That was your fucking choice not mine and–”

He cut you off by saying your name. “No, that's not why I called. I called to apologize…I don’t apologize to people, but baby I am so fucking sorry.” “Stop fucking calling me baby!” you exclaimed. He sighed, “Yeah, sorry. I’m sorry.” Thanos went on to further explain himself. Going on about how bad he felt for how he treated you, how disgusted he was with himself that he hit you.

Your eyes burned with tears, and you tried so hard to swallow them back. They spilled over anyway. You thought you were done crying over this man. Yet here you were, on the phone with him crying yet again. You felt weak. Stupid. 

“I will never forgive you for what you did.” he stayed silent and allowed you to say your peace. “You embarrassed me. Treated me like trash, and then you kicked me out. I had no clue where I was. I don’t even know how I found my way to your apartment. In the dark! In the freezing cold!” you screamed at him now. Your breath came out in pants and you forced yourself to collect your thoughts before continuing. “What do you want from me?”

“For you to come back.” Thanos admitted. “You’re fucking kidding me!” you exclaimed. “Listen, if you really don’t want to then fine. I’ll leave you alone. Just tell me to go and I’ll go. But I want you to come back. I’ll send you the money for your trip. I gotta make it up to you, and once you’re here if you change your mind I’ll pay for your trip back. Just please, give me a chance. If you want me to leave you alone then just tell me now, and I will.”

His words hit you like a train. Heavy in your ears. You had to be dreaming, but when you pinched yourself nothing happened. It was unfortunately not a dream. Silence remained as he waited for your response. Then the word slipped past your lips before you could catch yourself.

“Okay,” you whispered. “Okay?” he asked. “Okay, I’ll come.” you couldn’t believe what you just said. How could you agree to this? Surely he was just going to hurt you again. It was inevitable. The two of you spoke for a little while longer and made plans for your flight. As promised he sent you the money for your ticket, and you purchased it while still on the phone with him. You would fly out in two days.

I’m really looking forward to seeing you<3

Me too

Awh come on! I know you’re more excited than that

have a safe flight

xoxo

💜😘

Your flight again was just as stressful as last time, if not more knowing that when you landed you would have to face him. Have to face your feelings. Thanos stood waiting for you just like before. His purple hair stood out like a sore thumb in the crowd. Your feet felt heavy as you walked towards him. He flashed you a smile and you offered him a small wave. The two of you stood facing each other, awkwardly. Then he hugged you. You didn’t reciprocate it at first, but after a moment your arms wrapped around him. That made his grasp tighten ever so slightly. “I missed you.” he whispered in your hair. You didn’t answer.

The car ride was silent, but not as uncomfortable as the previous time. The radio played softly in the background and Thanos offered you his hand. You took it in your smaller one, tracing over his tattoos absentmindedly. It calmed you down, and what you didn’t know was that it calmed him down too. Even if he looked calm and collected on the outside, on the inside he was a wreck. The time spent without you was a struggle. He was high most of the time, not wanting to be alone and sober with his memories.

Once at his apartment you sat on the edge of his couch not wanting to get too comfortable. You held a glass of water between your hands. Thanos sat on the other side, putting plenty of space between you. Finally you spoke.

“I never fucked anyone else.” He admitted. You weren’t sure if you trusted him or not. “Not while we were talking, not while you were here, and not when you left.” If that was the truth, it shocked you. I mean you hadn’t had sex with anyone else either, but you never had random hookups.

You brought the glass to your lips and took a small sip of water. Your mouth felt dry. “I’ve seen you high before, Thanos. You have never acted like that.” your voice was small, your eyes stayed glued to the ground. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him drag a hand down his face. “I don’t know what I took that night, but it messed me up. I was so pissed at Nam Gyu, I’ve never had a high like that.” his voice wavered. That’s when you looked up at him. His eyes were glassy, like he wanted to cry but was trying as hard as he could to keep his composure. 

“I’m glad you’re okay.” You whispered, eyes meeting his dark ones. His eyebrows raised in shock. “I don’t forgive you for what you did, I won’t ever forgive you for that. But you’re my friend, I don’t want to see bad stuff happen to you. So I am glad you’re okay.” Without a second thought your hand reached for his. Fingers traced along his tattoos. He thanked you over and over again, explaining how truly sorry he was. You listened, and never argued.

As much as you hated to admit it to yourself you did forgive him. After all, he was just human. There had been plenty of mistakes you made in your life, continuing to blame him for his poor decisions felt wrong. Your parents raised you to approach every one you encountered with grace. Always try to see their side. Even if his drug use wasn’t an excuse for his actions, you knew he struggled and that was enough for you to forgive him.

Thanos had a show the next evening. It was at a small bar in town that would host artists new to the music scene. He talked non stop about it, and you knew he was excited. Though the way he rambled on about it proved to you that he was nervous. Even if he didn’t want to admit it. 

He spoiled you that morning. Took you out for coffee, took you shopping at the mall. He bought you clothes, and a necklace even though you protested. He insisted on spoiling you. The two of you ate dinner at his favorite spot. The food was amazing and you both shared good conversation. You told him that you dropped out of spring semester. He was surprised because he knew how much school meant to you. He also knew that meant you would lose your scholarships and housing for studying abroad. It was talk you tried to evade. Not wanting to address it, not wanting that extra stress on your shoulders. You so desperately wanted to enjoy your trip. However, you knew when you returned to London you wouldn’t have a place to stay. That scared you.

Thanos offered for you to stay with him in Korea. At first you quickly declined it. The last you wanted was for something to happen again and you be left by yourself. In a city you didn’t know, with no money, and no place to live. You could always find a job, but you knew it would take time to find one that had other English speakers. When you shot down his offer, he dropped the topic. Not wanting to push you.

The two of you arrived at the bar close to 8pm. The show was set to start at 8:30, and he didn’t go on until 9. He met with the man producing the show that evening, and you stood by his side. You offered to hang back and let him do his thing, but he wanted you with him. Everywhere he went, you went. Behind the stage there were a few makeshift dressing rooms. That’s where you sat now. On the grungy couch as you watched him getting ready. 

He quietly sang to himself as he changed his clothes and fixed his hair. Every so often he would take a long drag from his vape. You could tell he was feeling nervous. You weren’t sure if it was because you were there, or if he always had pre-show jitters. Either way, you didn’t bring it up. You sipped the drink he’d paid for at the bar and admired him.

Something about seeing him in his element doing what he loved made your heart swell. You found yourself smiling as you watched him. He went through his setlist and warmed up his voice. His earpiece hung around his neck. Now he was pacing the room. “Thanos?” you called out, setting your glass down. “You’ll do great.” you offered the compliment, to which he responded with a smile. It didn’t seem to calm his nerves. “Do you always get so nervous?” you asked, standing up to walk over to him. Your hand rested upon his shoulder, stopping his pacing. 

“I don’t normally do shows sober.” he admitted, shrugging. Again he hit his vape, turning his head to blow the smoke away from your face. You appreciated that. Without having any alcohol or drugs cursing through his veins he realized how nerve racking being on stage would be. “It’s going to be great! Plus, I’ll be there. You can just watch me.” you offered, wrapping your arm around his shoulders like he did so often to you.

Thanos chuckled, bending just enough that he could lay his head on your shoulder. “Right up front?” he asked, fingers playing the sleeve of your jacket, which was actually one of his. “Front and center.” you assured him. The two of you stayed like that until the producer peeked his head in, letting him know he was on in five minutes.

You walked with Thanos to the backstage area, and handed him his microphone. He took one last look at you, and without hesitating you leaned in and kissed him. It was short and sweet, just a gentle peck. But it drove him wild. It gave him the push he needed to not be nervous anymore. Quickly you left to find a spot up front and you were surprised to see how crowded it was. You weren’t expecting that many people to be there. It made you nervous.

Somehow you managed to squeeze your way to the front. Your body was pressed tightly against the metal barricade they had. As the lights went out everyone began to scream. Your hands squeezed the rail, heart pounding when you saw his figure walk out onto the stage. His music had begun to play, dragging out everyone’s anticipation. 

In a moment it went silent. Then the lights came on and smoke poured out and you heard Thanos’ voice. His stage presence took over him and he radiated confidence now. His voice was sultry in your ears. You had never seen him perform before, and it was mesmerizing. The way he jumped around the stage, and spat out every word without missing a beat. You felt a sense of pride watching him do what he loved. 

The crowd was energetic and upbeat for his whole performance. Thanos’ didn’t look out into the crowd much but when he did his eyes always landed on you. You cheered for him along with everyone else, showing your full support. In that moment you forgot what happened between you two. As if it never even happened.

His set lasted for twenty minutes and when the lights shut off and Thanos ran backstage the crowd roared louder than ever for him. It was hard to get out of the sea of people all packed together like sardines. Eventually you found your way out and backstage. Thanos was laughing with a few of the crew. He was sweaty, face red. You snuck up behind him and wrapped your arms around his middle.

He jumped but when he looked down and saw your painted nails on his stomach he relaxed. His hands rested on yours and you stayed in that position as he finished his conversation. Your face pressed tightly against his back. Then you felt him turn in your arms. “Hey mama,” his voice sounded a little scratchy. 

You blushed at the nickname, making you roll your eyes. “That was amazing, you are so good!” you exclaimed, never loosening your grip on him even when he turned around. You stood there hugging him for dear life. Not wanting the moment to pass. As if when you let go things would change. He would disappear.

Thanos tossed one of his friends his microphone. He pried you off of him which caused you to pout in protest. He chuckled, grasping your wrist and tugging you towards the dressing room. Once inside he slammed the door behind the two of you. With your back against the door and his body flush to yours you seemed to snap back to reality. You wanted to pull away. You begged for your body to move. But it didn’t. You couldn’t make yourself move. 

He stared down at you without saying a word. Neither of you moved, or spoke. Then without warning Thanos smashed his lips to yours. The kiss was greedy and filled with passion. He bit at your bottom lip and reached up to tangle a hand in the back of your hair. You let him use it to move you how he wanted you. Never breaking the kiss. His tongue explored yours. Your hands gripped his forearms to keep yourself standing. Legs feeling like they were going to give out. 

You went to pull away to try and catch your breath but Thanos wouldn’t let you. He was desperate. Needy. Touch starved. You didn’t mind. The two of you continued to kiss until he finally broke his lips away from yours. They felt swollen from the attack. Again he stared down at you but didn’t speak. So you did. “I need you,” your voice barely a whisper. That was all it took for Thanos to pick you up at the waist. 

Your legs instinctively wrapped around him and he walked you back to the counter. You shivered when your exposed skin hit the cold surface. Thanos wasted no time in pushing your skirt up, and pulling your panties to the side. He managed to unbutton his jeans and barely got his cock pulled out before he was pushing it deep inside you.

The noise you made was guttural. You were loud, and you didn’t care. Thanos moaned your name over and over again; sounding like music to your ears. His pace was fast but sloppy, like he couldn’t keep up with his own desire. His cock reached deeper into you than it ever had before. Your gummy walls clenching around it. It didn’t take long for your orgasm to build up. He reached a long, slender finger down to your clit. That sent you over the edge. Your head hung back, eyes screwed shut as you screamed. “F-fuck look at you baby,” he groaned. “Look so beautiful coming all over my cock. Fuck.” his words came out as grunts, and they made everything feel more intense.

Shortly after Thanos felt himself about to cum. The feeling of your legs shaking around him, and your pussy so wet made his head spin. He pulled out only to soon release onto your stomach. A part of you felt disappointed, wanting to know how it felt to feel full of his seed. But you didn’t complain. In fact you couldn’t even form words at this point.

Once Thanos collected himself he fixed his pants and cleaned off your stomach. He even fixed your panties, helped you off the counter and tugged down your skirt. Still neither of you spoke. You downed a bottle of water while Thanos worked on gathering his stuff. You didn’t want to leave, didn’t want the night to end.

You both stayed to watch the last two acts perform. Thanos clung to you, his back pressed against you and his arms wrapped snugly around you the whole time. A few people came up and asked him for pictures or an autograph, that was the only time he would break away from you. You tried to stay out of the way not wanting him to feel pressured to give you attention. Seeing him interact with fans made you smile. He was so polite, it made you think maybe that version of Thanos was real. Maybe what happened was a one time thing.

“Baby girl I’m gonna shower,” Thanos called out once back at his apartment. When you heard the curtain close behind him you cleared your throat. “Can I join?” you asked, voice innocent and shy. Thanos smirked to himself but kept his words clean. You undressed and stepped into the running water with him. Nothing happened in the shower. He stole a few kisses from you, even offered to wash your hair. But he never tried to make a move. 

The two of you dried off, and got dressed in more comfortable clothes. You flopped down on his bed and watched as he went to head into the living room. He had been sleeping on the couch. That first night back you insisted on letting him take the bed, and you would take the couch–but he refused. “Wait!” You called out before he could disappear. “Stay with me tonight?” you asked him, patting the spot next to you. A wide smile appeared on his face and he quickly jumped into bed with you.

You laid there with your head on his chest, holding onto one of his hands while the other played with your hair. “Thanos,” you started to say. He hummed in response. You stole a glance at him to see his eyes were closed. You knew he was exhausted. “Never mind.” you replied. Thanos squeezed your hand, “no tell me, I’m awake.” he sounded groggy. “Please?” That one word caused you to cave. “Can I stay with you? In Korea, I mean…” you  trailed off, feeling sick at the thought of him turning you down. 

He tensed underneath you. Thinking you messed things up you opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off. “I was hoping you’d say that.” he teased, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. Instantly you were flooded with relief. “I was thinking I’d have to get on my hands and knees and beg you!” that made you laugh. 

For the next hour you two discussed your plans. He offered to help you get a job, and you assured him that once you had one you would help pay bills. He, of course, turned down your offer. Thanos told you about all the places he wanted to show you. Soon the two of you grew more sleepy and before either of you knew it you were taken over by sleep.

In the following weeks Thanos kept true to his word. He helped you settle into his apartment. You told your friends a light version of what happened, leaving out most details. They weren’t happy. They worried about you. As far as your parents went you told them you moved for a job opportunity and left it at that. You didn’t have many belongings in London. Mostly just clothes and a few personal items, but you didn’t care enough to travel back to get them. Thanos replaced everything for you. Your clothes, toiletries, makeup. He even went out and bought you a stuffed animal that was similar to the one you kept sitting on your bed. It was a small gesture but to you it meant the world.

There were nights when things got rough. Thanos would go out with his friends, and get drunk or high and come back in a bad mood. It was never as bad as that one night, but it still frustrated you. The two of you had a lot of deep, serious conversations. It took a lot of convincing but he finally agreed to only go out if you were able to come along. You would keep an eye on him, keep him safe. You let him have his fun from a distance, and never hovered. But you were there to step in when faced with the opportunity to try something other than weed.

Thanos couldn’t get enough of your body. He didn’t care if people saw, and he was never shy about showing how much he loved you. Neither of you said those words, but it was obvious the feeling was mutual between the two of you. His rapping career began to grow and he found himself performing at larger venues. You were so proud of him.

He had just finished a show and you waited for him backstage. His sweaty body was on yours in a second. “Stop! You need a shower!” you exclaimed, teasingly pushing him away. Thanos stood tall, keeping you tight against his body. As he trailed kisses down your neck you let your eyes flutter close. “Baby girl, you love me when I’m sweaty. I know it turns you on, huh?” and slowly you nodded. You rolled your eyes, waving off his friends as you pulled him into a dressing room. Thanos was quick to undo his pants and you sank to your knees in front of him.

He smirked, loving to see you in that position. He made a makeshift ponytail for you out of his fist, and you swiftly took his length into your mouth. You had gotten used to how rough he could be, and now it was rare for you to gag. You stared up at him with your wide eyes loving how he got a rise out of it. As he fucked your mouth you moaned around him, using his thighs for leverage. It wasn’t long before Thanos spilled into your mouth, his cum dripping down your chin when you pulled away. 

“Mama, you are too good to me.” His voice was raw from the show. “Goddamn I fucking love you.” The words made you freeze. There was no way you heard him correctly. “What did you just say?” you exclaimed, staring up at him in shock. Thanos rubbed at the back of his neck. A blush burned onto his cheeks. You had never seen him blush before. There was no way Thanos was flustered. “I-well,” he began to ramble, trying to play it off. “No, tell me what you actually said, Thanos..” you crossed your arms, pushing your breasts up slightly. He stared down at your cleavage briefly then locked eyes with you. You raised your eyebrows as if telling him to continue. “Baby girl,” he groaned, “Nah, you know what? I said it, I fucking love you.” 

“That’s what I thought!” You attacked him into a hug, ruffling his hair. He held you hesitantly, waiting to see what you had to say. “I love you too, you big goof.” his lips attached to yours. A kiss that was none other you’ve shared together. It was gentle, loving, full of passion. Your hands tugged on his hair to deepen it. “Now if you really love me…” you whispered against his lips, then pulled away just enough to trace your thumb across them. “You’ll fuck me like a good boy.”

[wroetominter]

Overwhelm - George Clarke

Pairing: George Clarke X FemReader

Warnings: none

Fluff - my fav.

I turned on my side in bed, feeling the relief of the cold side of my pillow against my cheek. Next to me in bed George slept peacefully. There was nothing romantic happening here, simply two good friends who enjoyed each others company. I can’t say that there weren’t feelings there, at least on my end there definitely were.

I peered my eyes at my phone on the nightstand, seeing it was only five thirty in the morning. I tried falling back asleep but couldn’t get my mind to shut off. The last few month had been a whirlwind of emotions.

Deciding since sleep was not happening, I may as well get up. I slowly slid out of bed, careful not to wake George. I grabbed his hoodie on his chair and pulled it over myself, smelling his cologne still lingering in the fabric. A scent I had come to find comforting.

I walked out to the living room, seeing the sun starting to creep over the horizon through the city view. I stepped outside and sat on one of the lounge chairs, pulling my legs up and hugging into them for some extra warmth and comfort.

As I sat there thinking, I began to feel filled with emotions. It wasn’t sad emotion, more so happy and overwhelmed all rolled into one. Tears freely flowed down my cheeks as my thoughts kept racing.

Torn from my thoughts by the door creaking open beside me, my head turned to the side to see who was coming outside. George stood there, his face immediately filled with concern when he took in my appearance.

“What’s wrong?” He came to sit beside me, wiping the tears from my face.

“Nothings wrong Geo, I’m sorry if I woke you.” I apologized. He shook his head.

“No no, well, kinda. I guess.” He scratched his head. “Bed felt empty and when I didn’t feel you beside me I knew something had to be wrong. Too early for you to be up.”

I sighed, looking back at him. His hand lightly rubbed my back in a soothing manner. He was too good to me sometimes. “What’s really wrong?” He pressed. He could read me like a book.

“Well, I was just sort of overwhelmed I guess. Everything I’ve ever wanted happened so quickly and I’m just really grateful I suppose. I have a job that doesn’t feel like work, I live in my favorite city in the world, I have the money to do whatever I want…” I trailed off, unsure if I wanted to break down the barriers further and admit to him that I had feelings for him and that also overwhelmed me.

Plucking up the courage as he stared at me, spilling my guts to him. “And I get to wake up next to the man of my dreams any time I want.” My hands fiddled together, trying to distract myself from the awkward tension I had unintentionally built.

“Man of your dreams?” George asked softly, placing his hand on mine.

I nodded, meeting his gaze. He had a soft smile on his lips and an almost unreadable expression.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that.” He admitted. I stared back at him dumbfounded. “You know I’m not good with the whole admitting feelings thing, I barely even told my friends I loved them until years into our friendship.” I giggled at his all too true comment.

“Well, I guess we’re both at fault for that then huh?” I asked. He nodded, pulling me in for a hug. I embraced his warmth and felt more comfortable than I had in a long time.

“Let’s go back to bed love, we’ll talk about this more when we’ve slept.” He grabbed my hand and led me back to his room.

I slid back to my side of the bed, cozying into the blankets.

“I reckon we’re up to the point you can sleep closer to me yeah?” George reached his arms out, pulling me over to him. I rested my head on his chest, intertwining our legs in a way that was comfortable for both of us.

“Get some sleep love.” He placed a soft kiss on my forehead.

[slushfaerie]

you and art were invited to his grandma's friend's holiday party. you really don’t want to go.

art donaldson x introverted!fem reader (or fem reader that would just rather stay home and have her way with loverboy art and vice versa..bc like...) incredibly self-indulgent and hastily written. inspired by my desire to stay home and also my desire for art donaldson. nsfw elements! way steamier than what i've written before. happy holidays and/or happy wednesday <33

it was almost time to leave and you'd put off getting ready for as long as you possibly could.

art looks up from his spot lounging on the couch with bated breath as you emerge from the bathroom, steam billowing through your hotel room.

his mouth all but hangs open as he sees you, cheek resting against his hand as he takes you in, probably wrinkling his pressed collared shirt he’s chosen to wear, sleeves rolled up to his forearms.

there you stood like some sort of angel - wrapped in a silky white robe, still-damp locks of hair framing your face. he would stare at you forever if he could. 

art’s attuned to you as you let out a soft sigh, your gaze a million miles away. holiday gatherings - gatherings in general - weren’t your most favorite thing. but you’d at least have art to buoy you through the evening, trying to make you laugh with aptly timed snide comments whispered in your ear at the expense of other partygoers. he'd reach his hand beneath the dinner table, thumb caressing your thigh acting as a life preserver. anything for you. 

art was agreeable, malleable in social situations, but he could think of a thousand other places he’d rather be - almost all of them having to do with you wrapped around him in some way. 

as you reach for your moisturizer on the dresser, art’s hand covers yours before intertwining your fingers. you melt against him as he slots his body behind yours, kissing the sensitive spot behind your ear, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck. he has to hold back a moan as he inhales the scent of your shampoo, of you. 

art undoes the tie of your robe, peeling it off and putting you on display to him, only in your cute bra and panties. you watch as he grabs the tub of moisturizer himself and unscrews the lid with diligent fingers, warming some between his hands. 

the way art massages your shoulders, it's as if he hopes to melt away your nerves and tension, leaving kisses in their wake. he hums approvingly as he feels you exhale.

you turn around to face him, your robe a silky pool at your feet, a look of momentary bliss on your face from his ministrations. he turns his head to press a gentle kiss to your palm as you cup his cheek with your hand.

art lets out a gasp as you lace your fingers in his hair, pulling his lips to yours. he kisses you back in earnest, licking into your mouth as his warm hands wander down to palm your ass, massaging with as much devotion as he'd given the rest of you, pulling you against him. he'd drown in you if you'd let him.

art lays you down on the bed as he continues to massage the moisturizer into your arms, pressing kisses and giving attention to each hand, each individual finger. looking down to meet his gaze, you see his pupils dwarfing the depths of his blue eyes with that little kiss of brown.

you can't hold back your moans as art leaves lingering kisses on the tops of your breasts - he's all lips and tongue and gentle nips, teasing the hardening buds of your nipples through your bra, trailing his way down your stomach. 

art’s lashes flutter shut as he licks the sensitive skin around your navel, tracing teasing shapes with his tongue right above the cute little bow at the top of your panties. god, you tasted so sweet.

art gives you a crooked grin as you squirm, cheeks flushing, breath now coming out in sweet, shallow pants.

"y'know, you're making me wanna keep you here all to myself."

you mumble with weak protest something about being worried about being late, about making a good impression on his grandmother. art chuckles and rolls his eyes with resignation.

"okay, if you say so." he crawls up your body, giving your cheek a tender caress with his thumb as he leans in closer.

"just wait until i get you back here," the words of encouragement more for himself than you at this point as art pulls himself away and goes to retrieve his sweater from the hotel dresser.

a little motivation to get you both through the night never hurt anyone.

[giggle-guru]

Attention Cravings

Sooo…I have absolutely adored @autemka and her OC’s as well as her incredible artistic talents! And I wrote a little ficlet about them as a little appreciation moment, and with her permission I’ll be posting it here. Thank you again for creating such dynamic (and adorable) characters!

Word Count: 2027

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Muffled chatter and laughter can be heard from behind closed doors within the daycare. Intertwined between various pillows and blankets sits Eclipse, casually leaning back with a raised brow as Ruin and Autem sit on each side of his lap, respectively. The two of them eagerly describe a recent animated film they watched together in an attempt to convince Eclipse to re-watch it with the group.

Not too far away from them, Moon listens in but doesn’t make any comments. He’s far too busy looking down at Sun, who is wrapped against his side and practically clinging to it. He can’t stop a slight smirk creeping onto his face as he quietly murmurs, “Holding on a little tight there, Sunshine. Think I’m going to vanish into thin air or somethin’?”

Sun, who had also been slightly invested in his friend and counterpart’s retelling of the story, glances up at his twin. He can’t help the slight blush of embarrassment on his face but tries his hardest to play it off as he smiles, “What? I can’t enjoy your company? How rude.” He teases back, leaning a little more into his side.

Moon lets a chuckle slip by at that, adjusting his grip to wrap an arm around him. “I was just pointing out the obvious.” He rolls his eyes, before turning back to the others as he throws in a comment about how Eclipse really should give it a watch, knowing damn well he hasn’t seen it himself. His grin widens when he gets a look shot back at him from Eclipse while Ruin and Autem instantly use it as further ammunition to convince him to watch the movie.

Sun, meanwhile, stays almost uncharacteristically silent as he relishes the feeling of his twin being close. A smile stays plastered on his face as he watches the other's conversation, giggling to himself at the eagerness they have over the film. It must have been good. Subconsciously, he begins tracing various shapes along the center of Moon’s stomach plating. Moon jolts in response, before attempting to relax again and biting back a laugh.

Moon glances down at Sun, realizing it by no means was intentional. Rather, it was far more likely that he was struggling to sit still or craving some sort of contact. He doesn’t push him away and continues biting back and any giggles or laughter that threaten to spill from his lips. Thankfully, it gets easier as the minutes pass by.

“I-I promise Eclipse! It was really good!” Ruin stammers slightly, excitement clear in his eyes as he continues to try to sway Eclipse. Autem grins wider, gently tapping Eclipse’s leg.

“He’s not lying to you. I think you would like it. Besides, why not have a movie night together?” Autem adds on, looking up at Eclipse who still appeared unconvinced.

“Yeah, Eclipse, just listen to ‘em!” Moon comments once more, which gets another look sent his way.

“Aren’t you supposed to be out on patrol soon or something?” Eclipse scoffs slightly with an eye roll towards Moon, before looking back at the other two and stating that maybe he would think about it.

Moon couldn’t deny that Eclipse did have a point. It was getting late. He glances down at Sun, who is still absentmindedly tracing along his stomach plate, though now it is soft rubbing rather than being as ticklish as it was before. “I should get up soon.” He speaks in a mutter to his twin. Though, he is slightly surprised when Sun doesn’t make a move to let him get up. If anything, his grip tightens.

“No,” comes a teasing reply, “You can’t.” Sun looks up at him with a grin. Moon knows that look, however, and beyond the teasing, there was something else. A slight plea for him to stay by the looks of it.

“I can and I will,” Moon teases back with fake irritation, attempting to pull his arm back to sit up. Sun doesn’t let that happen, instead rolling back to trap it beneath his back. Moon tugs a little harder in response, but Sun has his arm stuck under him.

“Can’t you just take one night off? What’s the worst that could happen?” Sun giggles slightly, resting his head along his counterpart's shoulder and getting as much physical contact with him as possible.

“Oh, I don’t know. Someone breaks in? A fire starts? A-” Moon begins listing off various reasons sarcastically but is cut off by his hitch of breath at a poke to his side. His eyes instantly lock onto Sun’s, whose expression is nothing less than mischievous.

“A what? What was that Moony?” Sun teases, trailing a finger up his side causing Moon to instantly tense up, his free hand shooting to cover his mouth as a laugh slips through.

“Sun, just what do you think you’re doing?” Moon shoots him a mock glare, just barely managing to keep himself still. The last thing he wanted was to get the others’ attention drawn to him.

“Convincing you to stay.” Sun giggles, trailing his finger up and down his side with barely any pressure. Moon desperately attempts to sit still in response. Of course, Sun wouldn’t give him any sort of relief and target there first.

“You know I cahan’t.” A giggle slips out against Moon’s will as he once again tugs at his trapped arm. He can feel his composure breaking rather quickly, much to his dismay.

Sun grins more, trailing his finger higher along the side of his plating. “Come on. Just for tonight.” His voice comes out in almost a teasing whine, once again pressing himself into his brother.

“I said noho-” another giggle slips. Moon is starting to care less about drawing attention toward himself and more about escaping his wiggling fingers. He tries one more time to aggressively yank his arm free from behind Sun’s back.

“I say yes. Don’t make me have to convince you.” Sun teases as his fingers move higher beneath his underarm plating and adding enough pressure to really make him squirm.

In response, a few more giggles begin to spill out. Now, they’re loud enough to start to get the attention of the other three. They all look over with various expressions of amusement at the scene.

“What’s going on over there?” Autem calls out, a devious smirk on her face as she watches Moon begin to squirm and struggle more and more, his face getting a slightly blue glow to it. Ruin looks at the scene with a nervous smile, while Eclipse seems to be enjoying watching Moon flail.

“Nohohothing!” Moon attempts to protest in a snap, though it is completely weakened by his giggling. Sun glances away from Moon to look at the other three with a shit-eating grin.

“I don’t think Moon needs to go on patrol tonight,” Sun states simply, not trying to hide his tickling as he moves back down towards the sides of Moon’s stomach to get him laughing. “I think he’s better off staying here with us. Don’t you think?”

Moon's giggles begin to turn into laughter now as he covers his mouth and throws his head slightly back into the pillows. “I-I think nohohoHOHOT! Suhuhun! Lehet mehe geheHEHET UHUHUP!”

Eclipse grins wide from where he’s sitting as he throws in a comment, “Eh, you’ve got a point. It’s just one night. Looks like he needs more convincing Sun,” as clear payback for his earlier teasing. It was Moon’s turn to shoot him a glare, though it was clearly weakened thanks to the laughter slipping past his lips. Moon continues squirming as his laughter begins to grow louder the closer Sun gets to his closer to his sides once more.

Sun’s eyes light up at Eclipse’s comment. It’s clear having a brother on his side is only motivating him more. “Eclipse has a point. I’ll let you up when you decide you’ll stay here with me.” He teases, clearly enjoying himself. He never lets up, despite Moon’s pleas as he adds, “Why don’t we have that movie night tonight, hmm?”

Both Ruin and Autem seem to agree almost instantly, as they speak in unison, “Yeah! Come on, Moon!”

Moon, however, is far too caught up in his own laughter when Sun finally strikes at his sides, scribbling relentlessly. “NOHOHO! SUHUHUN, NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” He squeals.

Sun has to lean further back on his twin’s arm just to get him to stay still as he begins giggling himself. “It’s not that hard, Mohohoony! Just stay with us or else I’ll have to keep tickling these sides of yours forever.~” He speaks in a more quiet and purposely breathy tone near the side of his faceplate where his ears would be.

The dark blue hue on his face is visible to everyone now, as he finally squeals out, “FIHIHIHINE! FIHIHIHINE, JUHUHUST STOHOHOHOP! SUHUHUHUNSHIHIHINE!”

Sun, internally disappointed that his brother gave in so soon, finally relents. He sits up slightly to allow Moon to pull his arm back as he wraps it around himself in an effort to hide his sensitive spots. “Was that so hard?” Sun giggles, looking over to the other three. “Now let’s watch that movie!”

Autem eagerly moves to set up the movie that they had been discussing earlier, while Ruin settles himself beside Eclipse. An arm is wrapped around him as Eclipse holds him close.

Meanwhile, Moon glances over to Sun. “You’re going to regret that.” He purrs quietly, and if Sun’s slight yellow hue is anything to go by, he isn’t entirely against the idea. “Don’t think I haven’t figured you out. You’ve been following me around all day.”

Sun pouts slightly, once again relaxing against Moon’s shoulder. “Maybe I’ve just been bored.” He mumbles as Autem finishes preparing the movie, moving to join the others as it begins.

Moon can’t help but roll his eyes as he pulls Sun closer, purposely trailing his fingers up and down his side in order to get his brother to squirm and bury his face slightly into his side. “Right, right. You’re definitely not just in need of some physical affection from me or anything.”

Soft giggles escape Sun’s lips as he keeps his eyes trained on the movie. “I-I dohon’t know whahat you’re talking abohohout,” comes the quiet reply. Neither of them seem to notice Eclipse, Ruin, and Autem having taken note of their behavior tonight and quietly whispering and giggling to one another.

“Yes you do, Giggles. Don’t give me that. I deserve some revenge anyways, not that you’re going to complain,” comes the response as his fingers slip to Sun’s stomach causing louder, muffled laughs to slip past Sun’s hand which had shot up in an attempt to keep himself quiet.

“MohohohoHOHONY! The mohohohovie is ohohon, stohohop ihihiHIHIT!” He whines into his hand, though his complaints are clearly half-assed. He still keeps his eyes locked on the screen, though he is hardly paying attention to it.

“Shh…You’re distracting me. I’m trying to watch the movie.” comes the hushed reply, fingers moving faster if anything along the center of his stomach,

“IHIHIHIHIT’S NOHOHOHOT MY FAULT!” He squeals now, squirming against his brother's sides frantically, but every squirm is only causing him to press further into those torturous fingers.

“You’re not the only one that’s getting distracted,” Autem calls out, not that she seems to mind. As Moon glances over, it’s clear that nobody is even watching the film anymore. All of their eyes are on them.

“Hey, ignore us,” Moon grins, “Sun needs this.” The others all laugh at that, and Eclipse decides to pitch in.

“He does? Do you need any help?”

“Yeah, I don’t mind pitching in,” Autumn adds.

“I-I can help too! If everyone else is.” Ruin squeaks out.

Sun shakes his head frantically, while Moon hums out, “I don’t see why not.”

As the movie continues playing in the background, the others begin crawling over towards Moon and Sun’s side of the blankets. Sun squeaks, frantically giggling out protests as the others ignore them and move to assist Moon in giving Sun the attention he craves. Perhaps the movie will be replayed another night…

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Thank you for reading. And a final thank you to Autem for constantly gracing my feed with the cutest artwork I’ve seen so far on this app. 🫶🏻

[sweetflanfiction]

Asymetrical Symphony - Part 18

Universe: Arcane (LOL)

Pairing: Viktor x reader

Summary: You had been on the rooftop with Jayce and the Herald and somehow you were sent to a place where things can be different with your help

Disclaimers and Warnings: If you want me to tag you on the chapters let me know! Also leave a comment with your thoughts :D Not finished, not proofread. English isn't my 1st language. All I know about LOL is from google and all I know about Arcane is taken from the show, so inacuracies will be plenty. I have a sort of idea on how to I'm gonna go with magic and runes, so bear with me. The reader will be written as GN (going by they/them) to get everyone involved, but if you see any discrepancies let me know.

A.N: Two days in a row? I hope you like it!

Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5 • Part 6 • Part 7 • Part 8 • Part 9 • Part 10 • Part 11 • Part 12 • Part 13 • Part 14 • Part 15 • Part 16 • Part 17

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Viktor had once told Jayce that the lab should only be open to two people: him and Jayce. Anyone else was a distraction to their work.

However, as he glanced at you and your focused face as you tried to work on your rune shaping, it had him retracting his statement. Yes, you were a distraction, but Viktor couldn't help but welcome it into the lab. It was as if you had been there since the beginning. The way you lazily draped over the couch or leaned into his table. At some point during some of the past days, he found himself expecting to see you either enter the lab or already sat at your spot.

It was a strange and yet familiar emotion that he had felt once before. When he met Jayce, there was this invisible pull that linked both Piltover’s man of progress and the kid from Zaun, who had stolen an Academy uniform.

They fit together; despite all the bickering and head-butting, they both knew they would be there for each other, whether it was at their highest high or the end of the world. That connective tissue that passed between him and Jayce was made of the strongest alloy in Runeterra.

And then, you came along. When he crossed eyes with your disgruntled figure on the night of the rocket attack, he felt it. The same electricity jolt as when he met Jayce. Small strands were slowly becoming a rope that connected him to you. Even though he didn’t care to understand why, he let the familiar pull of thread manifest. Much like Jayce, your presence was welcomed in his space. And much like Jayce, you quickly found a way to his heart. Even if the space you occupied was entirely different from Jayce’s, you both were a part of him.

He knew you liked sweet tea without sugar or black tea with tons of it. He had caught you humming and singing when you’d been helping keep watch on the lab. He felt the love that you and Esther shared every time both of your eyes met. He learned that you have an expression only for when Jayce annoys you. He was keeping track in his mind of all the places where he had touched you, and you hadn't immediately flinched. He enjoyed it when you called him Vik with a grin on your lips that changed the intonation of his nickname.

And at the present moment, he had learned that he very much enjoyed you calling him 'Professor.' He made his face grow red, and his mind jumped to scenarios it had no business jumping to while he was at the lab.

It didn't stop him from stealing sideways glances at you from his seat at the table. The small twitch of your hand as you spoke the rune, followed by a frustrated frown when the rune didn’t work. The scientist looked at your hands, and his own started to warm as he thought about how well his long fingers intertwined with yours. He chuckled when you groaned at the panel, shaking it in frustration, the old panel rattling at the abuse.

When he sat down next to you after working in the malfunctioning reader, you immediately tucked your feet under his thigh. The sound that escaped him was more of a surprise than disapproval. The gesture was so domestic and comfortable.

You started to quickly shuffle away while he had to consciously make his movements relaxed and nonchalant as he stopped you. His first instinct was to just grab your legs and keep them in place. Lies. His first instinct was to grab your legs and place them in his lap, letting the warmth of you help with his aching bones. He contented himself with keeping your feet warm under his leg.

He enjoyed the silence in the lab, even when Jayce cursed and grumbled on his workstation or when you hammered the little blue crystals from the board. It was a fulfilling calmness. He was surrounded by the machinations of the people he cared about. And as he was lulled into a relaxing state, somewhere in the back of his mind he realized he had no desire to do any more work today. Which wasn’t exactly a bad thing, but it was surprising.

All he wanted to do for the rest of his workday was to sit on this heavenly upholstered couch absorbing your heat while listening to Jayce tinker away angrily.

You groaned in frustration once more, and he wrapped his hand around your knee, drawing soothing circles on it. You didn’t acknowledge it, and when he looked at you, he saw a line between your eyebrows, showing your feelings.

In his mind’s eye, an image flashed. Him, leaning down, smoothing that line with his thumb, and then placing a kiss where it showed, while you scrunch your nose in mock protest. It was a clear memory of something that had never happened. It felt like seconds separated that gentle calmness from when chaos broke loose, even though it had been hours.

One moment he was welcoming Sky into the lab, trying to leash Jayce's misplaced anger, and the next their assistant was lying on the floor bleeding.

“Jayce! Go get help!” The broader man nodded and jumped to action, leaving you and him to look after the slightly younger woman.

Viktor's thoughts were running. The quickness of events still not completely sinking in. He had quickly spared a glance at Jayce's table, where a metal ball seemed to have expanded with the heat of Jayce's welding machine. He cursed under his breath and looked back at Sky.

You were gently caressing her head and telling her to breathe, and for a moment Viktor wished he had the people skills to be able to calm someone else down when he was panicking.

He kept applying pressure to the blanket but stopped short when you ripped the glove from your hand, his mouth open to protest. The glow still amazed him. and even though it was faint, it was awe-inducing seeing your fingers shimmer with light.

Before he could finish calling your name, something shifted. Not just in you, but in the room. There was a buzz in his ears, a sudden temperature rise, and his eyes watering.

As he tried to adjust to this weird atmospheric change, you abruptly shoved the blanket away from Sky's midsection. An almost feral move, making him almost lose the precarious balance he had managed on the floor.

Your hand gripped the place where the woman had been hurt as if you were trying to tear that piece of her out. There was something artificial in your movements, like something was doing it for you.

The hand you placed on the injuries turned charcoal black, and the white uniform his assistant wore started to look like it was being burned, small holes rimmed with an incandescent orange glow appearing on it. His eyes widened, scared it was burning Sky, but the girl only whimpered, and when he tried to look closer, only her uniform was melting.

The black on your hand started to grow, small black lines climbing your arm, and with the little Viktor knew about anatomy, it seemed like it was flowing upwards through your veins.

He called your name, and whatever looked back at him was not you. Your welcoming eyes were cold and unfeeling; he would dare to go as far as angry. They reminded him of a cat eye with a blue glow light reflecting in the pupils. Viktor quieted down as you kept staring at him coldly, searching for something in his face, and when he tried to call your name again, you only tilted your head. From the corner of his eye, he saw three red dots appear on the front of your clothing, mirroring Sky’s injuries. He tried to call out to you, but when you blinked, he saw the warmth in your eyes come back. You gasped in pain, and you slumped over, laying face down on the floor.

There were a couple of seconds before Viktor's brain restarted to focus. He looked down at Sky’s burned uniform and noticed three small red healed scars, and then his eyes shifted to the pool of blood starting to come from under you. He shuffled quickly towards you right before Jayce burst in the door with several enforcers. His partner's face was a mask of confusion and disorientation, but Viktor shook his head. Not the time.

"We need to get them to the hospital," Viktor said, still sitting weirdly on the floor, and Jayce quickly nodded.

Viktor's heartbeat was becoming faster by the second. He had been scared. For a moment he had been scared. Not for you, but of you.

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True Love vs Infatuation | Gojo x Reader

Summary: Gojo loves nothing more than spending time with you, even if it only consists of doing the most mundane of things. It wasn't until today, you realized just how much Gojo Satoru loves you.

Pairing: High School Gojo x YN

Genre: fluff, established relationship

Word Count: 2.4k

A/n: Imma be so honest idk wtf this is but I wrote it a hellaaa long time ago. So bc JJK s2 is out I thought why not post this drabble I wrote a long ass time ago. I also genuinely think this prolly isn't how canon Gojo would act but bruh I tried!! Anyways enjoy

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Incandescent fireflies painted the dark sky with small flakes of light, creating an enriched serene atmosphere for reading. 

So there you sat cross-legged, outside your balcony, fully engrossed by the book you were reading. 

You slowly became hypnotised by the words allocated within the pages of the novel you were reading.

As your eyes further loomed through the pages and comprehended the context, your eyebrows furrowed in irritation and cuss words occasionally left your lips. 

Lost and captivated by the words decorating the interior pages of the book, you paid no mind to the snoring boy who laid down on your lap. 

You continued reading the story. Book in your dominant hand; whereas, the other one gently massaged the scalp of the teenage boy on your lap. 

Page after page began to turn, and soon enough you’ve reached the final page… to say you were disappointed was an understatement. 

Angered at the ending, you immediately slammed the book down on a coffee table and debated on whether or not you should ignite it on fire for illustrating such a realistic yet heartbreaking ending. 

Your sudden outburst lured the teenage boy out of his sleep, and he groaned, carelessly rubbing his eyes during his tired state. 

“Did one of your favourite manga boys die again?” he asked, now fully sitting up and stretching his arms. 

“You’re not entirely wrong,” you aggravatedly muttered. 

“Then tell me what’s aggravating your pretty self and giving you wrinkles,” he stated and you didn’t even bother showing your irritation to the latter comment. 

You took a deep breath, turned your head and he watched as your eyes became livid as you recited the vast difference of each character’s milieu and how their fate perfectly intertwined with one another. 

Your hands doing all sorts of motions, in an attempt to exemplify your extreme dislike and sadness of the poetic story you read. 

A story involving two individuals who unconsciously were ameliorating each other’s lives.

“It’s infuriating Satoru!! Did these two airheads even love each other?? It hasn’t even been like 24 hours and the girl is already marrying the man who was bawling his eyes over another girl- love of my life my ass,”

Satoru listened to your outburst intently, smiling at the sounds of your melodic voice. 

You let out a small huff of frustration, before finally ending your rant and the tears suddenly cascaded down your pale skin, “That being said, the author is able to write damn well.” 

Satoru only laughed quietly, wiping away your stray tears with his right hand, “I thought you hated sad romantic books? Why would you willingly choose to read Shakespere? At least watch the movie instead,” he replied and began playing with your hair. 

His reply caught you off guard and you tilted your head in confusion, staring at him with wide eyes. 

“You know what book I’m talking about?” you asked incredulously.  

“Yes… why do you look so shocked?” he asked, continuing to brush the threads of your h/l h/c hair, “It’s Romeo and Juliet, how could I not know? I swear Shoto was straight up fangirling about the movie actor-Da Vinci!!” 

“Da Vinci?” you replied, flicking his forehead and trying to hide your growing amusement, causing the man to pout his lips, “How the hell would a painter act? A dead painter at that.”

“No- no Leonardo Da Vinci the actor-”

It took every fibre in you to not burst out laughing at the moron in front of you, “My love, listen to me carefully- it's Di Caprio. Da Vinci painted the Mona Lisa.” 

The man in front of you scoffed at your reply. 

“Da Vinci. Di Caprio, who cares. They’re both Leo’s involved in the art industry of the world. You must admit though, neither of them compare to me!” he said proudly. 

“I don’t know…. Leonardo Di Caprio does seem to have a lot of fangirls right now…. I mean have you seen him in Romeo and Juliet? Or better yet, Titanic?”

The man only poked the interior of his cheek with his tongue, scowling at you as you laughed. 

“The real question is though- did you read the book?”

“Yes,” he let out, not missing a beat. 

“The Satoru Gojo reads? The world must be ending,” you teased, clasping one of his hands and using your other hand to caress his cheek. 

Satoru didn’t say anything. Instead, he leaned into your hand and softly smiled. 

His eyes soon twinkled into amusement, as an idea struck him. 

Noticing the change of his behaviour, you lifted an eyebrow to display your confusion. Satoru remained silent and instead flipped you over, so that your back was pressed against the couch. 

He smirked, straddling your hips and began tickling your sides. 

Squirming under his touch, you burst into fits of laughter, “T-toru…. S-stop….” you tried to breathe out, “Gojo- p-please hahahaha.”

Your pleas only encouraged him to tickle you faster, and you soon began to kick your feet, thrashing beneath the man as if your strength could overpower his. 

“Say Gojo Satoru is the strongest person in the world,” he smiled, continuing his attack. 

“I’d rather die,” you said in between heaps of laughter.

The man poked the interior of his cheek before smirking at you, a playful smile adorning his face as he continued with his attack. 

“Being tickled to death. Hm that seems new, I’ll discard your body so don’t worry, suit yourself,” he replied and grazed his fingers at your newly exposed skin, since your shirt slowly began to ride up above your navel. 

“Ok ok… Gojo… is the… strongest person….” 

“Go on, continue,” he encouraged. 

Despite the laughter escaping your lips, forcing your eyes shut, you already sensed the cockiness behind his words and you immediately laughed harder when you thought of something that would catch him off guard. 

“Gojo- i-is… the… strongest….” you stuttered out. 

“Altogether, now, state the full name,” he stated. Although, it seemed more like a command than a request. 

“OK!! Gojo Y/n is the strongest person in the world,” you spurred out in one quick breath. 

Impressed with the turn of events and his lack of words, you could not help but smirk- considering you made this cocky guy lose his demeanour. 

His tickling immediately ceased, his irises resembling a deer caught in the headlights, and his mouth slowly falling open. 

Gojo was in disbelief, as he tried to ensure his hearing wasn’t deteriorating and the words that escaped your mouth not too long ago were not a part of his mere illusive imagination.

Before he could recover and say some snide snarky remark, you grabbed Satoru’s shirt, pulling him down with you against the cushions of the couch you resided on. 

The action took him by surprise, but he didn't refuse and instead grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him, with his arms eventually caging you beneath him. 

He licked your bottom lip, and you found yourself parting your mouth slightly, both your tongues intertwining with one another. 

Caressing your cheek, he then began to angle your head more towards the left, and did not hesitate to bite your bottom lip shortly after. 

You hissed at the new sensation, and Gojo immediately attempted to alleviate the now burning sensation on your lips by running his lips over the new forming bruise. 

You were the first to pull back to breathe. As the both of you attempted to even out your breathing, one of your hands caressed his dusted pink cheeks, while the other one removed his sunglasses, revealing those piercing icy blue eyes you fell in love with. 

He looked at you with such love and adoration that you could not help but feel butterflies swarming around your stomach. 

Your e/c eyes looked up at his illuminating bright blue ones and you smiled, “I’m the strongest person in the world, Toru.”

“That you are,” he replied, kissing your nose. 

“You’re not even going to rebuttal and be the cocky bastard you usually are?” You questioned him, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re the strongest… The strongest doesn’t necessarily mean having the most power. It’s your character. Plus you got me… not just anyone could make me fall in love with them. You have my tall ass whipped around your finger.” 

You stared at your boyfriend, in awe and bursted out laughing. “We’re both strong. How about that?” 

“Mhm. We’re the top two strongest special grade sorcerers to exist, and for the next century to come” he muttered and buried himself into your neck, as he was now fully lying down on you. 

You laughed at his reply, “Your best friend might not like that statement so much,” 

“... I mean you’re also my best friend and technically you’re stronger than him, not by a longshot but still stronger nonetheless… and I couldn’t be more proud of you,” he mumbled and kissed your neck. 

You quietly hummed in reply, and began to softly hymn the songs of a soft lullaby.

Satoru was still lying on top of you, and as the melody escaped your lips, your fingers threaded his soft white hair. 

Gojo Satoru was at peace. This cocky bastard was like putty in your hands, and you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

To others his exterior forecasted a childish, arrogant and conceited individual. One who would blatantly show his dislike to those who he did not give an ounce of care for. 

And to the shaman and other sorcerers who only knew his name, he was a force to be reckoned with and feared. 

But to you, he was only Gojo Satoru. 

“Y/n?” he called out softly. 

“Yeah?” 

“You know, I love you, right?” his face may have been hiding in your neck, but you could feel him smiling. 

You raised an eyebrow at his sudden comment, but even you couldn’t stop the smile threatening to form, “I know. And I love you too, forever and always,” 

“You didn’t lie though earlier,” he randomly stated, “One day, your new name will become Gojo Y/n.”

“Satoru…” you whispered, fighting back the tears that were threatening to fall. 

“One day, I’ll marry you… and when we’re older you'll become the mother of our children.”

“One day Satoru, one day,” you replied, kissing his temple. “By the way, since when did you even read- romance books?” 

You felt his breathing hitch and he slowly pried himself off of you, aimlessly scratching the back of his head. 

“Uhm… like two years ago?” 

“Why though?”

“About two years ago,  there was a new transfer student. I noticed she was eloquently spoken, especially in English-”

“Eloquently spoken??” You asked, trying to suppress your laughter. 

“Shut up and let me finish,”

You covered your mouth and smiled. 

“Anyways, I was coming back from a mission and stuffing my face with an assortment of sweets. Then I heard you and Shoko talking about romance novels, and how you liked guys that read… so the first book I picked up was some corny romance manga and then I read Romeo and Juliet. Shitty book that I barely understood but happy ending I guess.” 

“So you only started reading because you overheard me talk about it?” you pinched his cheeks, “Aw, first year Gojo Satoru was so whipped and in love, how sweet” 

Satoru only rolled his eyes at your statement, and you bursted out laughing as you remembered his attempts to woo you back in your first year. 

“I thought you barely had any hobbies?” you asked. 

“I don’t. Because I’m good at everything.” 

“Yet you still chose to pick up reading of all things?” you slightly laughed. 

“I would pick up any hobby if you asked me to, honestly.”

“No offence, but if that is where you got your romance from you did a shitty job, love.” you giggled. 

“Ouch,” he replied,  “But hey it went pretty well, you’re mine now anyways.” 

 “That you are,” You replied, kissing his nose. “So if you read the book and I assume you also watched the movie, do you understand my pain?” 

“100% Romeo is an airhead. He was probably just horny and infatuated with the first female he saw,” he bluntly stated and you couldn’t help but laugh out loud, Satoru joining in on your laughter. 

As your laughs began to die down he continued, “On a serious note though… Whether or not it was love, their actions prove that they did love each other. I guess love really does make you blind, their suicide only proved that.”

“Tragic ending?” 

“Not really… in a way, I believe it’s a happy ending- that is, assuming those two airheads were actually in love with each other.”

“Did you not hear me muttering cuss words when reading and slamming the book? If you asked me, that book was nothing but aggravating and sad.” 

“Sad as their death was, it was a happy ending. They claimed to have met their soulmate and the love of their life before they died. Not everyone gets that luxury you know?” 

You looked at your boyfriend with both amazement and confusion, “Since when were you so wise?” 

“I don’t even know, love. But I’m not wrong…. Our story would be much happier though, because neither of us are gonna die.”

“You spoke nothing but the truth,” you quietly replied and the two of you began leaning into each other once again. 

“Who knew Satoru could be such a wise lil baby,” said a voice, laughing. 

The two of you immediately pulled away, and looked up to see no one other than Geto Suguru, the poor third wheeler of your relationship. 

“Suguru… how long have you been there for?” you asked. 

“Enough to know that this man loves you way too much… to the point where he knows his feelings for you aren’t infatuation but solid feelings.” 

While you were a blushing mess, Gojo only smiled and smacked his best friend on his back, “Okay enough chit chat, why don’t we all get something to eat, yeah? I suggest-” 

“Steak. We’re eating steak tonight at that new restaurant. You both are paying. It’s the least you could do for making me witness such crap.” 

“You’re just mad because you’re single, bro”

“Ain’t that the truth,” you agreed. 

“Shut the actual fuck, both of you lovebirds.”

The three of you then laughed and made your way to the restaurant of Suguru’s choice.

A/n: So any thoughts? I hope you all liked it <3 Ngl, this does have another part to it, but idk if I'll ever post it tbh. Follow me on my ao3 account I have other ffs there too @idekmxre

[p0orbaby]

Our Little Secret

summary: secrets are meant to told eventually, right?

warnings: none! well maybe a little suggestive but nothing major I swear

a/n: less would so keep stuff like this to herself

word count: 1.6k

-

The sun seemed to follow you everywhere you went these days. Not even the heaviest of rain or the strongest of storms could dampen your mood. You found selfish solace in the way the world appeared to conspire in your favor.

In the midst of your bliss, you couldn’t help but feel that the universe had, in some inexplicable way, aligned the stars just for you and Alessia. Whatever hurdle or bump in the road you’d gone through together now long forgotten. Every fight or falling out had been transformed into a stepping stone, leading you both closer than you ever thought possible.

The two of you had been in a bubble for weeks. During which time felt like a mere concept. Each day jumping into the next as if the world outside didn’t exist. And it didn’t, not really. Not even when the car came to a rolling stop outside your home for the next several days.

Before you even got the chance to unbuckle your seatbelt, Alessia was up and striding around to your side of the car, opening the door for you.

You’d never get used to the way she looks at you. As if you yourself had hung the moon and the stars and sewed the Milky Way all for her. Perhaps you were biased. But in her eyes you were the center of her universe, and it made you feel like the luckiest girl on earth.

Without even a second thought, you reached out and grabbed her hand, intertwining your fingers with your own. Thanking her with a kiss as she closed the door behind you.

It was then that you both went through the motions, just as you’d done so many times before. The routine of your arrival was a dance of shared chores, both of you seamlessly moving around each other, the perfect team.

With a comfortable synchronicity, she fetched your bags from the car, whilst you grabbed her coat headed up the steps to be greeted by the staff of St. George’s.

“Looking good, Y/L/N” one of the social media team commented from behind the camera, sticking out a fist for you to bump when you passed.

“Looking good, feeling good” you respond with a wink to the camera, catching the fist bump with practiced ease. “You alright over there Less?” You then shout over your shoulder.

Alessia’s voice carried a cheerful tone as she responded, “Never been better!” She playfully saluted the social media team member with a grin, wrestling the bags up the small flight of steps.

“See folks, chivalry isn’t dead” you spoke into the lense one last time before heading inside and towards the lift.

-

You were late to warm ups.

Not by much, mind. But late nonetheless.

It’s Alessia's fault for looking so good. With her low bun and her cargos and her roaming hands. How you could not pull her collar first into your room and kiss her lips swollen and whisper promises of more later as a reward for her hard work on the grass.

Pointed looks came your way when you entered the gym. Fingertips brushing the others as you walked side by side towards the raised eyebrows and sly grins.

“Finally decided to join us then?” Ella remarked from her spot stretching on the mats.

You prod her with the toe of your shoe when you were close enough. “So nice to see you too, Tooney”, you teased, plopping down next to her on the floor.

“Miss me yet?” She asks. Alluding to the fact that Alessia's move down south triggered your move from United also. Slightly unconventional, but the stars aligned and the offer of a new club was too good to turn down.

“What? Do I miss your obnoxiously loud shower singing and the fact we never got any privacy? Hard call”

“Less, tell your girlfriend to stop bullying me” Ella whines.

Alessia catches your eye at Ella’s words, amusement swimming in her baby blues.

“She’s fine” she shuts down, earning a groan from her best friend. “Want me to sort your hair, babe?” Already lowering herself to kneel behind you.

“Do you guys even know how to function separately anymore?” Ella asks.

You pretended to ponder the question, sharing a mischievous look with Alessia. “Function separately? I’m not quite sure I understand what you mean”

A chorus of playful groans filled the air and you leaned back against Alessia as she finished securing your hair, her fingers tracing comforting patterns on the exposed skin of your neck.

-

Being a public figure meant that you had become quite attuned to the prying eyes of others.

The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end and your shoulders naturally find themselves shooting upwards as a form of anxious protection.

You turn around when you hear the scrape of boots behind you.

“Jesus, Mary. Why they hell are you sneaking around like that? You creeper”

“You’re hiding something”

Her words hung in the air, and the changing room seemed to shrink as her focus intensified on you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you scramble. Turning back around to busy yourself with organising your already spotless cubby.

Mary, undeterred, took a step closer. “Come on, Y/N. I’ve known you long enough to recognise when something’s up. Spill it”

Your shoulders tensed as you continued to feign ignorance. “Seriously, Mary, it’s just pre-game jitters. Nothing more, nothing less”

Mary arched an eyebrow, her skepticism clear as day and it makes you want to run for the hills. “Pre-game jitters? Since when do you get pre-game jitters?”

A nervous laugh escaped your lips. “Well, you know, we need the points. I’m getting nervous we won’t qualify”

“Nerves don’t explain why you and Alessia have been acting weirdly happy lately. What gives?”

You glanced at her, head spinning at attempting to keep up the facade as she changes tack.

“We-“ you start, deciding that if Mary could switch things up, you could too. So clearing your throat, you carry on, “we had a good morning. We weren’t late down for nothing”

Mary wasn’t stupid. It took her mere seconds to figure out what you meant and you smirked at the way her face twisted in disgust.

Her eyes widened, her initial amusement giving way to mock horror. “God, please spare me the details, Y/N. I didn’t sign up for the morning-after report”

You couldn’t help but laugh at Mary’s exaggerated reaction. “You asked! I’m just giving you an answer. It’s not my fault you decided to be nosey”

Mary shook her head in disbelief she’d walked into a situation like this, “Alright, alright! Way too much information there”

“You think?” You question. “I’m sure I can talk Less into letting me give you a play by play. I’m very convincing”

“Nope, stop! That’s enough,” Mary exclaimed, holding up her hands in a mock surrender.

-

The evening at camp unfolded with a relaxed rhythm as the team gathered for dinner. The aroma of the meal filled the cafeteria, and the mood was light-hearted, with conversations bouncing off the walls and laughter creating a steady hum across the room.

Alessia sat to your left, a hand of yours resting on her thigh under the table. Whilst she slung an arm over the back of your chair as she made conversation with Hempo who was sat on the other side of her.

It gives you time to reflect. To savour the moment you find yourself in. Here, doing the job you love, with the people you care so much about. It’s a privilege you’re grateful to hold.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“Oh, hey Kei” you say, startled out of your own mind for a second.

“You okay? You seem distracted”

You are, a little. But in a good way.

“All good. Just happy you know, to be here”. Keira looks at you with a fond smile. She understands, you knew she would. “If I tell you something, can you promise not to tell the others? Not yet, anyway”

She nods, unperturbed at your request.

“Me and Less got engaged a couple weekends back” you hum, bringing your glass of water to your lips. “It’s why we’ve been acting a little different”

Keira raises an eyebrow, a knowing look covering her face. “Engaged, huh? Took you two long enough”. You blink at how unsurprising this information seems to her, and she chuckles. “Come on, Y/N. I can read the signs. I’m surprised no one else has caught on yet. Congratulations, though. About time you made it official”

Relieved, you share a laugh. “You knew?”

“Please, I have eyes. But hey, I’m happy for you two. Just don’t expect me to be all teary-eyed when you break the news to the the rest of them”

You instinctively squeeze Alessia’s leg. She smoothed the pad of her thumb over your neck in response.

“Who popped the question then?” Keira asks. Pulling her phone out of her pocket, the action making your interactions slightly. Something you’d thank her for another time.

“She did. Wine and cheese night” you chuckle.

Keira types something on her phone, still maintaining her laid-back demeanor. “Classic”

You chuckle. “Yeah, I thought so”

She glances up from her phone with a smirk. “Well, spill the plans. When are you making the big announcement?”

“After camp,” you reply, your gaze briefly meeting Alessia’s. “We wanted some time to ourselves first”

Keira nods approvingly. “Smart move. You both deserve the privacy. But when it’s out, get ready for chaos”

You raise your glass in agreement. “Oh, we’re expecting chaos, but the good kind”

Keira smirks. “The best kind. Well, cheers to you two. I’ll keep the lid on this until you’re ready. I promise”

Then she’s standing, tucking her phone back away, squeezing your shoulder as she leans down to whisper something into Alessia’s ear. Your fiancés attention now taken away from Lauren.

You know what Keira has said by the way Alessia looks at you. Her blue eyes sparkling and her lips tugging into a small smile as you shrug.

One person won’t hurt.

[dunmeshistash]

Greetings, Mr. Meshi!

This is perhaps a bit of an unorthodox question, but one that has been bothering me for an unreasonable amount of time.

Now, here's the thing: I OBSESS over Marcille outliving everyone she holds dear. It's a theme very close to me, but even beyond that I just find it to be one of the most interesting elements of Dungeon Meshi's story for me personally. I've written an embarrassing amount of lengthy essays on it that will never see the light of day - that's how obsessed I am over this specific element of her character. But, there's something that bothers me...

A lot of poignant stories and artworks that tackle this topic get comments on 'em whenever Falin is the subject of aging, each one some variation of "Everything points to Falin having an extended lifespan after her revival!" which... Seems weird to me?

I don't know why this bothers me so much, but setting aside my personal annoyances, I don't remember anything pointing to this at all. At least, nothing concrete.

I don't know if this is a question you'd want to answer or not, but since your blog is a hub for all sorts of opinions and headcanons, I'd love to know where this line of thought could originate from.

I really wouldn't blame you if you didn't answer this question, though. Part of me feels I'm just asking this because I want to see if others share in my confusion or not.

Rrrregardless, though! Lemme take the opportunity to say that your blog is delighful. Love it! Also, that mushroom man with the funny face that sometimes responds to you with lengthy essays is also really cool. Everyone is cool. At least here on the northern hemisphere! It is smack dab in the middle of fall, after all! Coolness all around! Stay frosty! Or don't! Maybe warm up at a fireplace. I don't know!

Hi there! Thank you for the kind words, I love reading other's opinions on what I post so I also love the additions by the mushroom <3

It's quite hot over here in northeast Brazil, send some coolness my way please I'm dying.

Your question isn't strange at all! And I don't mind answering anything (unless it's rude or sounds like shipping war bait) so don't worry.

(Decided to put the rest under a readmore, TLDR: Kui said "maybe so, right?" about Falin having a longer lifespan but I have arguments why I don't think this actually confirms it. Anyway if you're someone who likes the headcanon you might want to skip this post)

To be honest those type of comments bother me too because I also LOVE Marcille's struggle with mortality and sometimes "Falin will live much longer!" feels undermining of the lesson she had to learn. I don't mind it in the headcanon sphere where everything is allowed and happy endings grow on trees but when it becomes intertwined with canon it starts to make me a little disappointed.

Just a reminder of the lesson she has to learn

She has to come to terms with the cycle of life and death, that something she wants (everyone to live longer) shouldn't be forced upon others just because it causes her grief. So, to me at least, Falin being made into something that will end up outliving other tallmen would undermine the message? In a canon sense ofc, if you're writing a wish fulfillment story then her living longer would have a different meaning, I just wanna be clear I have nothing against it in that sense, it all depends on what story you're trying to tell.

Anyway, actually answering your question that idea comes from the fact she was fused to a Red Dragon, and the fact her body has been affected by it, her sight was fixed and she grows feathers for example, so people theorize maybe her lifespan has been affected too. But we don't really know how long dragon's live so it's hard to say how much it would have been affected if at all.

It also comes from this answer Kui gave in a QnA

Q: Would Falin have an extended lifespan after the whole chimera thing? A: Maybe so, right?

To me this reads as the usual non-answers Kui gives, like, "I'll leave it up to your imagination" but for other people this read as a confirmation of the headcanon, in another questions she answers "I hope so" about Thistle leading a happy life after having his desires eaten and it's even debatable if Thistle survived at all so I don't think those comments indicate much of canon (I'm that way about most QnA answers tbh, unless it's something inconsequential like confirming Mithrun's Brother's name or stuff about very minor characters)

Another argument I have against her having a different lifespan is Izutsumi, Izu has been mixed with a monster but continues to age at the same rate a Tallmen would, even tho she also has different biology because of the Great Cat she's fused with (ears, reflexes, eyes etc etc) she is still a tallman

Falin isn't really the same thing as Izutsumi tho, I understand, but it's the closest example we have, if we believe the AB descriptions and demi-humans are really mixes between humans and monsters that's also another argument about it not affecting lifespan, since all of them are short lived and have an average lifespan of 55.

All of this *can* be dissmissed tho, the other demi-humans and beastmen are all mixed with mammal monsters and nothing nearly as powerful as a Dragon, so there is arguments to be made that Falin is different and that she *might* have an extended lifespan, all I'm saying is that there's no solid confirmation of it, it's fine to believe it but going around "correcting" other people saying it's a fact wouldn't be right I don't think, especially if you're saying that in a conversation about Marcille journey of death acceptance.

Death is a touchy subject and everyone is at different stages of their own journeys with it so I really don't want to judge those who would rather have Falin or even Laios live longer. I'm not really sure how to talk about this in the proper way, but I hope I didn't make anyone upset!

[furuyalover]

Hello welcome back! I'd like to request relationship headcannons with kuro,oikawa and sugawara (separately) with a male reader who's more quiet and reserved that some people think is mean looking but in reality is just a softy that loves cute things. For the song I'd like to request super shy by new jeans.

super shy ! | mars & her music event

“wait a minute i make you mine, make you mine”

— ft. kuroo tetsurou & oikawa tooru x male!reader

AN: ahh ty for ur request!! this was rlly fun & something new for me since i dont listen to kpop that often :)) hope u enjoy! also im trying this new-ish format out so lmk if u prefer this or my usual longer, drabble styled format :D

kuroo tetsurou

the dynamic between you & kuroo is one that i feel like is awfully similar to kuroo & tsukishima! a semi-obnoxious goofball and a quiet, mean looking guy, who is secretly a lover boy.

“you're on my mind all the time”

needless to say people were very surprised to find out you were dating kuroo

“kuroo’s dating him? i never would’ve thought of pairing, he doesn’t seem like he likes people, even more so relationship sort of guy you know?”

the comments your peers made were bothersome at first but you and kuroo both ignored them

all that really mattered was how much you guys loved each other, so who cares what they think

but knowing kuroo, that won’t stop him from making a snarky comment to shut them up

“obviously im dating him hello? you’re all just jealous that he actually enjoys my company, and not that of a bunch of losers” kuroo was always convinced everyone was jealous that he got to be with you

regardless, you would also roll your eyes and half heartedly apologize for his comments

definitely a huuuuge physical touch and acts of service typa guy

this would always be perfect, since you weren’t the biggest fan of going out, & even just laying together in bed was good enough to be a date for you two

he absolutely loves cuddling with you, and makes it a point to always be touching you when you’re out in public

whether it be having his arm laying atop your shoulder, or rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand while your fingers are intertwined, he always needs you with him.

“i wanna tell you, but im super shy, super shy”

normally you’re quiet around others and kuroo knows this, but you’re more talkative with him and he loves it.

he takes in every word you say and relishes in it.

and one thing about kuroo, he will remember EVERYTHING you talk about or mention

did you briefly mention a new snack you wanna try? you better believe tomorrow you’ll be greated with that on your kitchen counter

that’s just the kind of guy kuroo is. despite his goofy personality, he’s extremely caring and observant. he’ll always do everything in his power to make you feel loved, even the little things. especially the little things really. he believes that these small things are truly what shows how much he cares, without being outwardly affectionate, because he knows how much they make your day. while he won’t hesitate to scream and shout his love for you, he’s a big fan of the quiet type of love that you’re more receptive to. that’s your type of love, with your tetsurou.

oikawa tooru

“find a lil' spot, just sit and talk. looking pretty, follow me”

you honestly found it surprising when you and oikawa started dating, you didn’t think he would be interested in someone like you considering his fan club. but unfortunately the fan club felt the same way.

you really could care less about his fan club though. making sure to constantly roll your eyes at them, and show them your cold attitude

this ofc made them say things like “how could oikawa like him??? he’s actually so mean”

but this didn’t matter !! because behind closed doors you’re a lover boy & oikawa knows that

oikawa is a major quality time and words of affirmation proprietor when it comes to showing his love to you. he’ll do anything with you, as long as it means you guys are together & he gets to be with you

will always always thank you and show his appreciation after every one of his games you go to

if you’re ever feeling down about yourself or his fan club/admirers are giving you a hard time, he won’t hesitate to tell them off & give you reassurance

“you know you’re amazing right? don’t listen to what anyone says, you’re my whole world, and i see every aspect of my life with you” it’s crazy because he’ll can stuff like this so lovingly and casually, like it doesn’t make you choke up

“i'm super shy, super shy. but wait a minute while i make you mine, make you mine

i have a headcanon that oikawa is actually a big poetry fan, and he will send you poems almost daily that remind him of you

tooru looooves to show you off !! even though you’re somewhat stoic and aren’t publicly lovey-dovey with him, he won’t skip a beat to show you off or mention you any chance he gets

you’re the last person he’ll talk to before a game, demanding good luck hugs & kisses, and the first person he runs to after a game. whether he won or lost, it doesn’t matter because he’s just thankful that you were here with him

though he’s aware of his huge club of admirers and how much of a toll they can take on the both of you, he’ll never give them any attention outside of just being polite. because at the end of the day they don’t matter to him, you do. waking up to you every morning, telling you how glad he is to have you in his life, spending hours on end talking about nothing and everything, this is the life you live being in love with tooru oikawa.

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[kaleldobrev]

New Record

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: Dean and you set a new record

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Cursing (3x), Smut (P in V, Unprotected Sex), Fluff

Authors Note: Just a quickie 😉 | This is weirdly smutty but also weirdly extremely fluffy at the same time | 18+ only please | MDNI | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

You woke up in one of your favorite positions: being the little spoon to Dean. As usual in this position, his arms had an iron-like grip to them as he held you incredibly close to his chest. The top of your head was gently tucked underneath his chin; your legs messily intertwined with each other. The position felt safe, warm. Yours and his clothes from last night were still scattered haphazardly on the floor when the two of you had taken them off each other in a drunken haze like your lives depended on it. The kisses were sloppy, needy, bruising – you were pretty sure that he had left some marks on your skin; not that you minded.

You felt a slight shift as you felt Dean nuzzle even closer to you; something that you didn’t think was humanly possible but he somehow found a way. “Dean Winchester always finds a way.” He once told you. A soft kiss was placed on the top of your head, a second later he cleared his throat. “Morning beautiful.” He said lazily.

“Morning handsome.” You replied back as you slowly started to open your eyes. It was moments like these you were grateful that the Bunker didn’t have any sort of windows, as you knew that your eyes would have a hard time adjusting to the light. Not that you were particularly hung over, but you knew your eyes would be just a tad sensitive.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this.” He said, placing a delicate kiss on your bare shoulder.

“Hmmm… you say that every single morning.” You said.

“And I mean it, every single morning.” He stated, his comment making you smile. Despite how long you and Dean had been together, waking up next to you (especially waking up with you in his arms) was something that he knew that he would never possibly get tired of.

“And you’re not just saying that because I’m naked right now right?” You joked, your question making him chuckle.

“Well…” his hand started to travel down your body, finding it’s way to your ass and giving it a small smack.

“Fuck.” You mumbled.

“No, but…” the hand that was just on your ass started traveling again, but this time, his pointer finger briefly dipped inside of you, feeling your slightly wet pussy from behind. “It doesn’t hurt.” He whispered. “Last night wasn’t enough for you Princess?” He whispered again, but in your ear this time.

Due to the closeness, you had felt his slightly hard cock pressing into you; causing you to grin. “Apparently it wasn’t for you.”

“Do you blame me? Look at you.” He grinned too; trailing kisses down your jaw, to your neck, and finally stopping at your shoulder.

You turned around to face him, lifting your leg over his hip, giving him easy enough access to slip his cock inside of you if he really wanted to. It was something that he could easily do, as the tip was already touching your clit as soon as you hand swung your leg over. “Same goes for you.” You said, whispering. Without anymore hesitation, his hand wrapped around his cock, his tip teasing your entrance. “Dean…” You whispered.

“Yes baby?” He asked – like he didn’t know what he was doing. “What do you want?” He leaned in, inches away from your face.

“You.” Was all you said, which apparently was enough for him, because the next thing he did was slip his cock inside of you with one very swift movement while simultaneously kissing you. The kiss was hungry, needy; like this was the first time he had been kissing you in years, despite just the two of you making out and having sex only a few hours prior.

You moaned into the kiss, and you had wanted to say a string of profanities as soon as he slipped himself inside of you. Although not an unusual position for the two of you to have sex, you wanted more than anything to be on top. As if he could read your mind – which you were thankful that he couldn’t – he said, “On top. Now.” He practically demanded. In yet another very swift movement, you were now on top, which was easy considering the position that you had previously been in.

You were straddling him now, your hands were placed on his chest while his hands were gripping your hips. “So fucking beautiful.” He half whispered. You leaned down and kissed him, his pace starting to pick up a little now. Without breaking the kiss, Dean raised his body up, so now the two of you were in a kind of sitting position, embracing each other. His arms and hands were wrapped around you, your hands on either side of his face – easily, this was one of your favorite positions because of how intimate it was.

Dean broke away from your lips and started kissing down your jaw and neck again, stopping at your chest. Your head went back a little as he kissed the spot between your breasts, kissing and licking on and around your nipples, taking them in his mouth every so often. “Dean…fuck…” You couldn’t help but let out a very breathy moan. As you moaned these words, you could feel his lips turn into a kind of smirk. “So…close…”

“Already uh?” He asked, seeming amused. You nodded, not saying another word. As much as you had wanted to say something, you couldn’t possibly get any kind of words out. “Does my girl need to cum?”

“Yes.” You replied shakily. “Please.”

“Please?” His voice even more amused now. “So polite for me this morning.” He said, chuckling softly.

“Dean…please…” You looked at him, your eyes and voice begging.

“Alright Sweetheart, you can cum.” His voice was soft; one of his hands moving a strand of hair from your face.

“I love you.” You said, your nose slightly brushing against his.

“I love you more.” He replied. As soon as your lips crashed together, the both of you came.

“You know Sweetheart, I think that’s a new record.” Dean had said kissing the top of your head, giving your arm a slight squeeze with his hand as his arm was now wrapped around your shoulder.

“What is?” You asked, your finger tracing a small scar that he had below his ribs.

“A new record in making you cum.” He chuckled.

“Why am I not surprised?” You said, rolling your eyes.

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[athena-vardos]

(Small spoiler warning for Predator: Killer of Killers ⚠️)

HEAR ME OUT.

AN ODYSSEY (EPIC: THE MUSICAL) x PREDATOR AU.

Odysseus spends the first ten years in the Trojan War like the original story… You know how everything goes blah blah blah-

But everything changes when he and his crew encounters Polyphemus…

…who is ACTUALLY A YAUTJA mistaken to be a cyclops. 👁️

Ofc, the Predator kills some of the crew like in the myth, and then Odysseus wins against the Polyphemus Predator and blinds him so that he and the rest of his crew can escape- But the only way the ‘sparing’ thing comes to play is when the Yautja BLOWS HIMSELF UP.

ALA K A B O O M ‼️💥

But after all that, this is where things go south. In the next 10 years, Odysseus had been ABDUCTED BY THE YAUTJA SO HE COULD BE PUT IN THE RING ON YAUTJA PRIME.

The only differences between this AU pitch and the original is that there are NO GODS.

Just a bunch of Predators who seemed to embody a few of those gods and monsters from the story, but not all of them.

There was NO ATHENA to guide him at all. Even before the war.

But what about the rest of the fleet? Like what happens to the others like Eurylochus?

Well- While Ody was kidnapped, suppose both the thunderstorms and the raging seas ended up killing all the other men on the ships at once- THAT’S BOTH THE CURSES OF ZEUS AND POSEIDON AT THE SAME TIME. (But it’s all nature, NOT divine. Pun-intended.)

And the wind bag situation? MAYBE IT COULD BE SOME KIND OF YAUTJA THRUSTER KINDA DEVICE OF SORTS THEY FOUND IN THE SEA THAT ENDED UP PUSHING THEM AWAY FROM THEIR PATH TO ITHACA-

IDK YET, I’M STILL COOKING IT UP IN MY BRAIN. I can’t even decide if I should also have Eurylochus joining Ody in abduction as well, so they could be pitted against each other- 😭😭

But like- Odysseus spends the next 10 years stuck in Yautja Prime, asleep for 3 years, then spending 7 years fighting a few other humans from different eras, but then, escaping the arena as he tried to navigate his way out of Yautja Prime, while encountering some other Yautja along the way (a Calypso-coded one included during those 7 years), and a few human OCs I have in mind, like Kieran/Kv’var-dos… 👀

So my fellow Yautja simps and Winions, should I act upon making this small “Predator: Odyssey” AU?

I STILL NEED TO THINK HOW IT’S GONNA WORK, CONSIDERING IT’S GONNA BE A LITTLE SIDE STORY TO MY MAIN AVP AU-

On a side note, NOT ALL SONGS FROM EPIC WILL BE APPLIED due to the drastic changes because of the Yautja lore intertwined…

And this whole AU pitch was inspired on a comment on a KoK YT short from ClassicMan D:

[puxaagam]

Okay, remember how i said "no comment"?, i lied and i'm making a separate post even tho i don't normally do this so bare with me. Bc this audio is so, so interesting not many VAs pull this SJSNDN

Tristan didn't go on vacation with his girlfriend because he figured he "had to be there for" Gumpy, technically pausing a life choice only to be with them. He left a gaming night with his girlfriend to go for Gumpy and you hear him say to his gf "no I won't stay over tonight, i promise" which is makes it clear he has stayed with Gumpy for the past days a lot, and that is something that bothers his gf. Even in a secure relationship the fact that your partner constantly prioritizes their best friend over you and your time as a couple is bad. And if you ask me it even edges the lines of emotional cheating.

Besides how oblivious Tristan is to how his girlfriend is quite literally pulling away and feels clearly left to the side, because even they see how weird his relationship with Gumpy is.

I understand Gumpy not being safe and needing some help from Tristan. But supporting is one thing, and choosing to pause your life for someone else is another. Gumpy is an adult and they have to realize that because they and Tristan are not a couple, their life cannot be so intertwined and Tristan love life with his girlfriend, a person who he's committed to, cannot be left on hold because of how unstable Gumpy is.

I repeat, supporting your best friend is one thing, but choosing over and over to put your girlfriend in second place for your best friend is another. As a best friend, there's only so much you can and should be willing to do.

And as for the theory of cheating i saw people mention, that the GF might have cheated in Greece, this is of course plausible (you never know with Saku), but i don't believe it. The moment she came back she suggested a trip, only her and Tristan, no phones, no distractions, only them. Don't focus only on the fact that she was "weird", but that she was weird AND suggested a trip with only them, no technology. Those kinds of trips are the kind that a couple does to reconnect with each other. It makes me think she did some reflection and realized she does not like how intertwined Tristan and Gumpy's life is and how they literally act as if they were together. She is likely not satisfied with how the relationship is and either suggested the trip as a sort of test, or wanted the trip to finally get time with Tristan, only them, and have some reassurance.

I AM NOT SAYING TRISTAN OR GUMPY ARE BAD PEOPLE. What I'm saying is that they're both making bad choices. And I'm honestly not a fan of the trope of two best friends who are clearly in love but for some reason don't get together and end up hurting everyone they date. LIKE DAMN JUST DATE EACHOTHER.

AND ALSO. Yes, i do think the majority of faults go to Tristan for neglecting his relationship , BUT but BUT, you just can't, in good conscience still recur to your bff when you know he's putting a part of his life on hold for you. You just don't do that. I get it's your best friend and all, but how oblivious can you be to the fact you're being a burden in someone else's life?, that you're clearly causing strain in his life? Gumpy really needs to do some reflection and get a therapist to lean on, someone who actually gets paid to listen and be there for you, and not be so dependent on your best friend.

(phew i managed to put out most of my thoughts LOL).

[witchthewriter]

𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝

Like I did with the moral alignments, I thought I would make a post about why and how I sort characters into Hogwarts Houses! There are also quizzes so you can figure it out for yourself as well. I go into detail about each House, what they represent, their background and what it means to be sorted into a certain House. 

I hope you enjoy!

*just because I’m talking about Harry Potter doesn’t mean I align with the transphobic views of J.K. Rowling. There is no room for transphobia on my page, and I support the trans and LGBTQIA+ community*

Figuring out which Hogwarts House you belong to has been around since the HP series came out. But I think there’s more to it than simply choosing to be in ‘the brave house’ or ‘the smart house.’ I think it reveals a lot about a person - or rather, a large aspect. 

Here are a few tests for you to try, comment below what you got!

Test 1 (the ‘official’ Wizarding World quiz)

Test 2 (from IDRlabs, they have other personality quizzes as well!)

Test 3 (Here’s the full Pottermore quiz. The 1st quiz will only have a few questions, so that’s why I don’t think it’s fully accurate to take)

Test 4 (A really good one from Quotev, the questions/answers aren’t obvious)

Gryffindor: Do what is right. Hufflepuff: Do what is kind.  Ravenclaw: Do what is wise. Slytherin: Do what is necessary.

𝐆𝐑𝐘𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐑

“ Where dwell the brave at heart, their daring, nerve and chivalry set Gryffindors apart “

𝐸𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡: Fire

𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦: ‘Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor’, Godric Gryffindor. 

Dwelled at Godric’s Hollow

Was an accomplished dueller

A fair man, he believed that any child who displayed magical abilities before their 11th birthday should be able to attend Hogwarts.

Gryffindor was the original owner of the Sorting Hat

Gryffindor also had a sword made, which would present itself to any true Gryffindor in a moment of need.

He was allegedly the best friend of Slytherin before he left Hogwarts

Godric will always be known for his accomplished skills in battle, and his fight against Muggle discrimination in the wizarding world.

𝐸𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑠:

Courage

Bravery

Standing up for what you believe in - even if your voice shakes. 

Caring about the greater good 

Daring/Bold 

Having a deep need to do the right thing 

Standing out from the crowd

𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝐻𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒:

Lucy Pevensie

Thor

Mulan

Katniss Everdeen

Merida

Batman/Bruce Wayne

Buffy Summers

Chandler Bing

𝐇𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐔𝐅𝐅

“ You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal. Those patient Hufflepuffs are true. And unafraid of toil. “

𝐸𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡: Earth

𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦: ‘From valley broad,’ Helga Hufflepuff

A kind and warm woman who believed in loyalty, patience and hard-work as the best abilities a person can possess

Was a brilliant cook and had remarkable skills for preparing food. Her recipes are still used in Hogwarts to this day.

She brought the house-elves to Hogwarts

Owner of Hufflepuff’s Cup

She was the best friend of Rowena Ravenclaw

𝐸𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑠:

Loyalty

A need for justice. A lot of the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor traits are intertwined, but the difference is that Gryffindors don’t need to know a person to feel the need to look out for them. 

Patient 

Believe in fairness and equality (Helga Hufflepuff was the only founder who believed everyone should have a fair chance in being taught)

Accepting

Thinks about other people more than themselves

Would do anything at all, for family 

𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝐻𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒:

Edmund Pevensie

Antman

Jay Gatsby

Okoye

Samwise Gamgee

Michael Scott

Alfred Pennyworth

Joey Tribbiani

Phoebe Buffay

𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐖

“ Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, If you’ve a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind. “

𝐸𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡: Air

𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦: ‘From Glen,’ Rowena Ravenclaw

A sharp and intelligent woman

She wanted to make Hogwarts the finest wizarding school in the world, teaching only those with the highest intelligence 

Rowena wore a diadem that was said to grant wisdom to the wearer, however, Rowena’s own daughter grew jealous of her mother’s incredible intelligence. Helena Ravenclaw stole her mother’s diadem and ran away, a fact that Rowena kept hidden from her fellow founders even when she fell ill.

Wanting to see Helena before she died, Rowena sent a man to bring Helena home. Unfortunately, that man was the Bloody Baron, who was in love with Helena, and stabbed her in a rage when she refused to come home.

 After Helena was tragically killed, legend tells us that Rowena Ravenclaw died of a broken heart. 

She was the best friend of Helga Hufflepuff

𝐸𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑠:

Intelligence

Wisdom

Witty

Open-minded - don’t mix well with traditional, close-minded people. Ravenclaws see the big picture, they think about what things could be, rather than what things are. 

They think outside of the box, they don’t like being confined by rules or traditions. 

Unique 

Individualistic/Original

Actually very intuitive

𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝐻𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒:

Susan Pevensie

Sherlock Holmes

Bruce Banner

James Bond

Annabeth Chase

Mary Poppins

Gandalf

Monica Geller

Ross Geller

𝐒𝐋𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍

“ Or perhaps in Slytherin, You’ll make your real friends. These cunning folk use any means to achieve their ends. “

𝐸𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡: Water

𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦: ‘From Fen’, Salazar Slytherin

He believed strongly that only wizards of pure blood 

This belief caused a big rift between the founders, especially Gryffindor, which led to the depature of Salazar 

Despite his flaws, Salazar was a talented wizard, skilled in Legilemency and Parseltongue

Before he left, however, he created the Chamber of Secrets

𝐸𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑠:

Ambition

Determination

Cunning

Traditional

Strategic

Willing to do whatever it takes to achieve their goals; even using others for their gain. 

Not all Slytherins use these traits for personal gain, however, because the founder was evil - doesn’t mean every Slytherin is. 

Resourceful

Cleverness

Family means a lot to them

Desires respect

𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝐻𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒:

Peter Pevensie

Natasha Romanoff

Daenerys Targaryen

Lady MacBeth

Wednesday Addams

Selina Kyle/Catwoman 

Rachel Green

Harley Quinn