#i wish he would've lived so he could have the cool scar though

[kitausuret]

the PeterMJHarry of the final fight in Spider-Man 3 is so good but the vibes are so very wrong and it keeps me from fully appreciating it

Parksborn isn't supposed to be a battle couple c'mon now that's. that's not who they are.

[elpida]

She'd have never expected it from the man that she'd heard so much carnage over, that he'd be considerate to something as simple as her affliction to touch. Only few ever really knew about it and even then, they'd not been completely respectful of her wishes against it once they knew. He was entirely respectful, didn't try and touch when it wasn't necessary. He didn't grip or take sly touches, she saw the motion of his hands it wasn't a shock when his hands came at her, it didn't elicit shock into her and leave her shaking, it didn't come as a scare. It was a respect she wasn't sure she'd ever recieved before.

The fabric between certainly helped, it really did.. it was skin to skin that got her more. Maybe it was the heat of it, maybe it was the fear that every touch, turned to pain and danger. Eris partly wondered if the coolness of the rain helped make the closeness bearable, but she did stay like that... at least for a few moments. Slowly, very slowly, she was warming to him. He told her to close her eye and you could see it, the moment he thought to lash out and fight against the touch, somewhere so delicate and yet she stayed perfectly still. She barely moved an inch and though she didn't hold her breath this time, it certainly wavered at the contact.

"I wish I grew up like this." What a thing to say, what a thing to wish for. It'd come with judgement, and yet compared to what she'd had? She'd have rather had judgement every single day. She followed and once they were there, she simply had to look under the canal, into the darkness. She had to make sure there wasn't someone there to ambush, because truthfully? It's what she would've done had she doubted someones intentions. It's what she would've done to catch someone off guard and yet here she was, his coat over her head just to stay dry. Either way her suspicion passed, and she sat on a blanket covering boxes. "I have a room, doesn't have to be nice just.. anything with a roof." she wasn't fussy, she wasn't privileged. If anything the bare minimum was more than enough for Eris even though she had ample money to live comfortably.

She watched the approaching hands like a hawk, soft browns never leaving the observation of how close they got and though she didn't flinch this time, there was a sharp intake of breath and a tightened jaw when his hands did rest on her face. She tensed because she knew what she should expect, and it was hard to train her brain to not.. expect it, to not wait for those two hands two turn into a grip around her throat squeezing air from her lungs, or a slap, right across her cheek, maybe even nails digging into her flesh. Maybe they'd wrap into her hair and pull. She could've gone on and on in her mental list. "And what if that brings you disappointment, if it was only to sleep, Thomas?"

You're most vulnerable when you sleep. That was a simple fact she despised, never had to simply.. slept beside anyone. Did he realise how big a step that'd be for her? To allow that momentary vulnerability of being lost in sleep? Even when she did those hours were broken up, never a solid nights rest but plagued by terrors. What about her knife? How would she explain that she always had one strapped to her thigh, and another tucked into her boot? Better yet if she had her hair tied, because then she had three, one neatly tucked into the point her hair would fasten but she didn't wear that tonight, she let her wild auburn hair hand in it's messy spiral curls. "Okay." she agreed. "On my terms? Okay. I'll stay."

It was a short walk back but when they did return, she borrowed a towel and a shirt, took herself to a bathroom to change and dry off.. and hopefully find a place to hide her weaponry. Fuck. What was she doing? Why? She could've said no but she hadn't, and now she was wondering how he'd react to all of her little scars. Infiltrate. Infiltrate meant stealing his heart, it meant being this close... and now she knew that part of her wished she'd not taken this job. Not even for the fact she had to get close to him, more because... she could've done it on her own, avoided every feeling of dread for what would eventually come. She had warned him, had she not? She walked hand in hand with death.. she'd told him that. "I'll be two minutes." she called out.

It felt like she was taking away an extension of herself when she unstrapped the blade from her thigh and started to search for a hiding place. Quietly she lifted the top segment of the toilet, and padded it out with a hand towel before hiding her two blades in there. The other was a tiny thing, almost like a needle but that was all you needed to have in someones throat to end it all. Those two knives, were her safety blanket, and she was riding herself of them.

His shirt hung a little large on her, especially around her shoulders and her middle. It hung just slightly off her left shoulder, and she had to roll up the sleeves. She would've slept in her clothes but they were damp. On a night like tonight where it'd started to come down heavy, you couldn't stay in damp clothing. Briefly she looked at herself in the mirror before her brows pulled to something bad. If they don't want you for it, tell them to find lesser. If she wasn't wanted for the problems, the ill reminders on her flesh, then they didn't deserve a single thought in her brain and could find lesser. She'd liked that, how he'd said it to her earlier and that one little sentence, would stay with her. What he didn't know was that, the one little sentence, was the only reason Eris stepped foot out of the bathroom with her scars so openly on display.

There were many marks, one or two from knife wounds she'd obtained in her career, the worst from a blade, lay across her collarbone, poking out from the fabric of the button down shirt. The worst ones? They were the white scars, circular and there were far more than just the one. They were scattered, one or two on her upper arms and the tops of her legs.. and far more on the sides of her body, her waist. He didn't need to be able to see her flesh there, to know it continued. They were old and long since healed, misshapen with how she'd grown and aged and that was the one thing that gave away they were from her childhood. Cigarettes. They were from cigarettes... and that was why she'd inched away the first time he held one near her. All of those places, every single one, was somewhere that a cigarette had been put out on her flesh, that'd be well hidden on a child. It was sick, it was cruel and it explained every single reason why she was.. as she was. Why she was so untrusting, because someone had already broken every ounce of her trust, before she even knew the word.

"A whore wouldn't have such imperfections.. so if you would like me to leave Thomas, feel free to say,." she didn't speak bitterly, quite softly actually. "I'm no pretty sight, none of this will be easy with me... but if you'd still have me sleep beside you, I will."

It was heartwarming and one of the most precious things he had seen in a while: a woman dancing without caring about how it looked. Without caring that their feet touched the cold grass and that he watched her in full awe. Tommy had never been a man who spread joy, it was more terror and fear that walked with him wherever he went but in this moment it felt like he did something right. Like he really made someone genuinely happy and it was probably the best thing he had ever achieved. “Yeah… you’re doing it better than I ever could.”

He said that lowly and looked at their fingertips brushing along each other what made him raise his hand to make her twirl with their tips touching until he felt the raindrops on his own face and looked up for a moment what made their barely touching fingers loose contact. “Careful.” he muttered as he noticed that she nearly lost her balance, so he wrapped his arm around her waist to stabilize her and made her nearly fall against his chest. Tommy didn’t want to release his arm, but still he did so she wouldn’t feel forced to stay so close against him. If she would though, he knew that this was her choice alone. “You even got your dance in the rain.”

A small grin appeared on his lips before he lifted his hand to her eyes where raindrops were falling from her long lashes. “Close your eyes.” Softly he brushed his thumb along her eyelid and forced himself to look down the hill so he wouldn’t follow his instinct to just kiss her. “And yes… I grew up like this. But the way you dance definitely wouldn’t have embarrassed them like I did.” The rain increased and Tommy had to blink as his face looked up at the sky again. “Come. There’s one last place that will give us cover and might be to your liking.” He slipped out of his own coat and wrapped it over her head. “I don’t want you to freeze.”

After taking their shoes from the ground he gestured with his head and led them back to the secret dock at the canal where they would find some cover under a bridge. Many nights he had sat here cause it was close to his home, close to his pub and office but still no one would search him here. With the time he even stored some secret gin down here and blankets when the night would be colder than expected. Despite the round walls surrounding them, this place made him feel free and the panic of being stuck in a tunnel left him more easily than in his own bed sometimes. “Listen Eris. I know that you probably have a wonderful room nearby to stay but…” Tommy cleared his throat and stepped in front of her after she had sat down on the blanket on top of the boxes standing here.

Eyes lowered down to her wrist that still had his tie tightly around it, a nearly shy smile crossing his lips before he dared to look at her again. “Sleep with me tonight. It can be whatever you want it to be, but… don’t go home alone and let me wait to see that smile again.” Hands carefully closed around her face and waited for that flinch but as he didn’t feel it right away he leaned in and whispered into her ear “Please.”

[supersizemeplz]

Say the Word

Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. SMUTTY. I listened to Trey Songz' Jill (Sumn Real) as I wrote. Enjoy!

The bedroom door closed softly, clicking into place. Two soft thuds sounded through the room as he stood before you with dominance. Erik had been waiting for this moment since they first locked eyes in the strobe lighting of the club. Your hips swaying had been what called to him. The hug of your dress complimented the confidence you'd held. When you caught his gaze and sent him a wink, he almost lost it.

That's when he knew he had to have you.

Now you were left alone with him. His dark eyes trailed their gaze over your body before he smirked. Here before you was the sexiest man you'd ever seen, someone you never would've thought you had a chance with. Liquid courage was real and you were thankful. Broad shoulders and strong arms hidden in his long sleeved shirt, golden chain around his neck. You'd only known a little about him. His name, where he lived, and that he drove a fancy ass foreign car. And in a matter of minutes, you'd be adding his sex skills to that list.

"Here.." His deep voice demanded as he motioned for you to come to him. Pointing to the area before him. You looked into his darkened eyes, feeling a bit frightened and aroused all in one. He smirked at your hesitation, seeing that you actually was a bit shy. That liquid courage was wearing off. He'd suspected it, but you just gave him conformation. Oh the fun he'd have with you.

He slowly maneuvered to you, taking in your curvaceous body. Your thick thighs caused your dress to inch higher than you'd wanted. From the way you occasionally tugged at the tight material he could tell it bothered you a little. He'd had a liking for heavier women, and he wouldn't hide it from anyone.

"You can relax around me, you know that right?" You could feel his breath on the back of your neck as he pressed against your backside. Sending a chill down your spine. You felt his trapped erection, confirming the thoughts of his size. Your impure thoughts were in motion as you closed your eyes, relaxing in his arms.

"Yeah, I know.." You pressed your ass against him, letting your freaky side emerge. He groaned at your teasing. A chuckle left his lips before he bent you forward, making your face press against the cool sheets of his bed.

"Then act like it.." A single hand massaged the soft cushion of your ass. If you wanted to act up, he'd straighten you out. His thick fingers pulled your panties to the side, swiftly brushing a finger into the wet mound in front of him. Your water glazed your inner thighs and he hadn't even began forreal. You moaned out, managing to nudge him away with your ass.

You climbed on the bed, removing your underwear teasingly. "Make me.." Your legs opened to him as you fell back on the bed. In all honesty, you needed him to fuck you up. He growled at the challenge, stepping forward as he caught your addictive scent.

"You sure you wanna test me, princess?" His right hand found your neck, tightening his grip slowly. You laid your hand atop his as he chuckled. His eyes held a glint of something.g before it faded. You had no idea who you were dealing with.

Releasing your neck, he trailed kisses down your stomach. He growled as he eased two fingers into your awaiting folds. That alone had you arching off the bed. He wasted no time before his tongue lapped up your wetness.

"Fuckkk.." He hummed as his nose brushed against your clit. "I love the way this pussy taste.." You instantly let out a loud moan, causing him to smile. A hint of aggression. His free hand sent a hard smack to your thigh as you cursed. Slurping and nibbling on your swollen bud, he'd gained your loud whimpers.

Erik enjoyed sweetly torturing you as you made sounds that had his dick jumping. His beard had no choice but to be drenched from the way he sloppily ate. Making a mess between your thighs. You had your fingers gripping his dreads, head thrown back as you groaned.

"Erik, baby..Please.." You begged for mercy, feeling your thighs clench. You'd never felt this way with any man since ever. They had mostly used you for their pleasure and you'd finish off after you kicked them out of your apartment. But Erik? Gahdamn.

"Nah baby, gimme that pussy.." He watched your body jerk as you came hard over his fingers. Eyes rolling back when he didn't let up. You couldn't control your continuous cream as you covered your face with your hands. Erik immediately dove back into your nectar, wanting more.

Your hips jerked beneath him, weakly attempting to find safety from his mouth. He'd stopped and chuckled when you whimpered, looking up at you as tried to calm your shaking thighs. You slowly slid towards the head board and away from him as he wiped his mouth and beard.

Erik slipped off his shirt, exposing the scars you'd felt as your rubbed his body on the ride here. He'd hid his abs and biceps with that famed shirt. And you were thankful it was gone. His pants went next, after his shoes thudded against the floor. A cocky smirk adorned his lips as he watched you admire him.

He crawled onto the bed, licking his plump lips at the sight of you half naked. All for him. He admired your stomach and soft thighs that he wished could smother his face once again. You stared up at his handsome features as he pinned your arms above your head. His free hand lifting yout leg onto his shoulder. You caught a glimpse of his freed length when he slid off his boxers. Good Lord..

"Don't tell me you tryna tap out, baby.." His lips brushed against your earlobe as he spoke. Amusement laced in his words. You shivered at the feeling before he pushed into you. Your lips parted as you took in his swollen snake, stretching you gently.

Taking the opportunity, he kissed you to muffle your whimpers. His lips were so soft. You tasted yourself on them, humming in approval. Erik cursed softly, grinding his hips into you. Slowly, he built up speed. His deep strokes causing you to cry out, tears sliding down your cheeks. A loud curse spilled from your lips as he kissed a tear away.

"You feel me, baby?" He moaned into your skin, burying his face into your neck. You felt like heaven wrapped around him, wetting up his lower half. Sounding off the wetter you became. He felt you nod as an answer since you were unable to let out anything but moans. You were just where he wanted you, in his arms.

"What happened to that shit you was talking, huh?" He drilled deeper, moaning out just as loud as you. You hummed in pleasure at that. Your sex coated Erik's dick with cream for the second time. Pushing a hand to his stomach, you managed to slip him out. You just needed a second, and so did he.

"Shit.." You exhaled, looking to the ceiling. But Erik wasn't done. Deciding that your break had been long enough, he attacked your lips. They'd been teasing him all night.

His sex drive was high and most women loved that about him. At least the ones he actually blessed with his ability. The others only heard through the grape vine.

"Ass in the air.." Slowly, he helped you to get on all fours. Your legs felt as though they'd give out, but honestly you didn't care. Your night with this man would be one to remember.

You pleaded for him to be gentle with you. And he hummed as acknowledgment. Your walls stretched around him as you both moaned out together. The sensation was enough to make any man weak. He grabbed your waist, tilting his head back as he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth. Golds pressing into his lip. The warmness of you welcomed him with each plunging stroke.

"You running from me, baby?" He groaned, slapping your ass and watching it bounce against him. "This dick too good?" You felt her body tingle before Erik groaned her name. His strokes became sloppier as he mumbled about how bad he needed you. You'd spilled over him once more before he pulled from your essence, emptying onto your round assets.

It was almost picture perfect, to him at least. Although he wanted another round, he could tell you needed a break. So he allowed it.

Silence filled the air comfortably aside from the heavy breathing. You grinned as you laid against the sheets. "I never thought I'd meet a man to match my sex drive.." You found the strength to lift on to your elbows, looking back at Erik as he cleaned the mess he'd made on your backside. When he finished, he disappeared to the bathroom again to dispose of the towel.

You listened as he spoke of how it was his job to please you. "You fine as fuck and you deserve good dick. Its hard not to want to please you.." He returned from the bathroom, chuckling as you laid care free. As a habit, you cursed before pulling the cover over your naked body.

Erik tugged the sheets away before admiring you. His dick rising again as he did so. "You ain't gotta cover up, baby. You ain't got shit to be ashamed of... Trust me." He pulled you closer to him, kissing on your neck when he'd finally found his place between your parted thighs.

Your breasts pressed against him as he nibbled on your warm skin. His hands roamed to your thighs, dick laying between the two of you. "Erikkk, quitt." You moaned as he worked on creating a hickey. To mark you as his.

His tip pushed into you again as he pressed a kiss between your breast. "You really want me to stop, baby?" Your nails grazed his skin as he slowly started his grinding. "All you gotta do is say the word.."

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[visanimus]

Missing You X

Suicide mention.

Chapter: Memories

The cloudy day felt like a relief to the summer heat that was common in late July. They provided a protection that you welcomed with open arms and embraced for more than a moment.

The park had cool crisp air, absolutely amazing, especially since it had rained late last night. It felt cleansing to breathe it in. All of your tense muscles relaxed as you leaned in more into the bench and watched the lake before you move in hypnotizing ways as the aquatic life underneath the surface moved, how the plants swaying in the slight breeze, as the local insect life buzzed and continued their way of life.

The sense of normalcy gave you the impression it was accepted to be so relax and drop your guard.

Mistakes were always made. Generally they were acceptable and forgivable for civilians, but in your line of work that was a fatal decision that left many injured, near death or having other decorating their tombstone.

A warm prescence made itself known as it sat next to you. Your eyes snapped open as you did your best not to let your heart beat too rapidly from feeling his warmth as he nonchalantly took his spot. His legs crossed and rest on the other as his arm rested in his lap as if contemplating the sight before him.

His hair was brushed back as he wore normal clothing; black jeans, red shoes, white shirt underneath a dark green hoodie with black sleeves. It was a sight many never had been able to witness besides yourself and a few he felt comfortable with.

Though that still felt inappropriate as it seemed out of place and uncharacteristic of him to look as if he belonged in the world you lived in besides that night at the masquerade. The masquerade and the underworld were his domain. He could control every aspect of that world.

It unnerved you to see with your own eyes as Izuku made him comfortable and unbothered to be in this world filled with heroes.

"A beautiful sight isn't it?" He spoke with half lidded eyes, as if entertained with the very notion of your world, but his grin added it's own mockery. "It feels as if you come here to clear your mind, or to simple avoid me love. I would hope that you would never entertain such childish thoughts." You had to forced yourself to look ahead before you allowed him to have the satisfaction of your reaction to his words. Why wouldn't your heart stop?

"Any hopes of getting away from you is unfathomable. You and I both know that Izuku." You replied calmly, words like water, as you crossed your leg over the other in professional manner. "I only come here to reflect and return to my memories."

Would he take the bait?

Izuku shifted in his seat as he moved closer to your side, "What sort of memories do you revisit in that mind of yours love?" He inquired as you felt his emerald eyes train on your cool features. "Would you indulge me with a few of those recollections." It was more of a demand than an actually question, but you needed to do this.

With a deep breathe you kept your gaze on the water before you, it was still a steady rhythm, "Why I became a hero in the first place. Why I decided to help save others. It seems silly now that I say it out loud but...."

He was silent as he debated if he wish to continue this topic, but you felt his hand brush your hair behind your ear, "What was your reason. Why did you want to help people ____.” his tone was quiet and serious as he desperately wished to know why you became a hero.

"I wanted to become a hero because when I was young, I was saved by All Might and I made him a promise that I would become a hero to help him. I wanted to help him because he shouldn't have had to save everyone by himself. He's only human. Just like you and me. It was unfair of everyone to place such an expectation on just one person." The tears stung your eyes as you recollected the burning building that would've left burns and scars across your body if your quirk didn't heal up the tissue. How a man bigger than life stood before you as he lifted the heated metal bar off of you how the ash choked your breathe and left you gasping for air as more smoke filled the small room.

Izuku was silent as he took in your words. In the past he looked up to All Might as a hero, and respected his desire to help, but he would never let go of his words. 'You can't become a hero.' It was one of the few final blows that shattered his dreams.

Izuku moved to lay his head in your lap, you didn't stop him, but it didn't help your heart cease it's palpations. He rested his head in your lap as he aced the sky. Your fingers moved quickly to brush through his locks in a steady pace that would lull most to sleep.

Why was he the only one that could cause you feel nervous and short of breathe just by being bear you? Damn him. Being near him always left you feeling too warm from the sheer proximity. Was the threat of imminent death at his hand that caused this, or were you developing genuine feelings for him? You quickly shut that train of thought down. It as unnecessary for the goal.

"When I was a child, I wanted to be a hero at first...." His eyes were closed as his brow furrowed. His inhales and exhales were even as he remembered the scene from his past hero, "When I was a teenager, when I first had gotten the chance to meet my hero, I was told to give up on my dream by him." His tone was starting to slip. "I was also told to kill myself by a childhood bestfriend, or someone I believed to be my best friend in Junior high. Maybe I was too idealistic or too naive to ignore his actions."

The water started to move more so than before. It seems as something bigger was lurking within the clear depths.

"I had always hoped to become a hero, but it was difficult to move on from having your dreams shattered by the very ones you looked up to, whom you've held in high regard for such a large portion of your life, only for them to leave your world in complete fractures of darkness." He finished with his voice loosing itself at the end and becoming mute. The wind seemed louder than his voice as it carried it away. "Why should I have continued to live if not even my hero and best friends believed I shouldn't keep doing so."

Izuku remembered the bony frame of All Might as he spoke those words to him. How cold he sounded as he left Izuku shaken on that building rooftop. Izuku remember the chilling rage in Bakugou's ruby eyes as he abused his quirk and blew up Izuku's data books. How Bakugou's lips curled into a malicious smile as he carelessly spoke those words, not giving a damn about the weight of those cursed words as they haunted his mind since then.

Sorrow began to fill in your heart and cause the tears in your eyes to fall down the slopes of your cheeks. How could his friend do this to him? How could his friend tell Izuku to end his life over a dream? Who was this hero that told him to give up on his dreams? Why-

The feeling of someone brushing your tears away from your face caused you to gasp in surprise as you were met with tired eyes of your companion, "Why are you crying love?"

"Because no one should suffer like that Izuku. Not even you. No one should be told to give up on their dreams by their hero or to kill themselves by a friend."

The silence between the both of you secluded you in a shared world. One where you mourned for Izuku, the one who never got the chance to live a normal life and follow his dreams, and one where Izuku was given a gift of being able to have someone o. His life who genuinely cared for him.

"Thank you ___."

The water completely stilled.