#sorry i’m like mesmerised watching that gif

[hanjisungslag]

attack on titan headcanons #12

synopsis: saying i love you for the first time ♡

characters involved: eren, mikasa, armin, sasha, connie, jean, reiner, annie, bertolt, levi, erwin & hange

notes: i bought a new jeans album for the first time & i got 5 photo cards?! (i got haerin btw)

☆ eren jaeger - he said it first

oh he always knew, he just refused to admit it. even if he admitted he liked you and maybe you even started dating, which is great and all but LOVING you was a different story. he didn’t know what’d he do if he lost you. however, it’s you. he couldn’t keep it locked away for that long! he spilled the beans in the midst of a conversation and you, of course, said it back.

“so, yeah! i was just sitting there though, i didn’t do anything.”

“y/n?”

“yeah…?”

“i love you”

your jaw dropped to the floor and you stuttered trying to get your words out “i-i love you too, eren! oh my god.”

☆ mikasa ackerman - you said it first

she already told you in a million other ways minus using her words. you knew, she knew, everyone knew!! she would rather show her love through her actions or even a hand squeeze here and there - you needed to be the one to actually say it.

you walked into your room to find mikasa folding your clothes “mikasa, you don’t need to do that for me!”

“but, i want to” she smiled at you

“aww, well thank you.” you gave her a kiss on the cheek “i love you.”

☆ armin arlert - he said it first

oh my gosh, you were so close to telling him until he blurted it out! he knew he loved you but he wanted to wait a while, he felt like he was maybe moving too fast and then he said it and then it was like omg i didn’t mean to, this is really awkward— but, you reassured him that you felt the exact same 🤍

“i love you!” armin suddenly blurted out

“i-i mean… sorry, that was probably too soon. this is going to be awkward now isn’t it? god, i’m sorry, if you want to leave i understand-”

you placed a finger over his lips and giggled “armin, i feel the exact same way. i promise. i was even gonna say it first but you beat me to it!!”

☆ jean kirsten - he said it first

he was sooo nervy! he’s such a romantic boy deep down and he was never quite sure if it was like or if it had turned to love yet until it hit him one day. you guys were just going about your usual day but for some reason, you were even more captivating that day - in the way you walked, the way you talked, something about you just made jean MELT. that’s when he knew :’).

jean was mesmerised by you today, he was non-stop staring even when you were talking to other people. you strutted your way over to your boyfriend

“well, hello” he said

you giggled “what’s up with you today?”

“just… i love my partner.”

your eyes widened and jean giggled “l-love…? well, me too! of course, i love you!”

☆ connie springer - you said it first

he was so confused and scared about these big feelings. he didn’t wanna ruin anything for him nor you and just gahhh! he felt so silly asking anyone about it as well because when you love someone, surely you know? and he did know. he was just scared. you specifically told him on a date, you guys watched the stars and you confessed. he was so relieved to hear those words and his worries suddenly went away, as well.

the air was just crisp enough and the stars were looking particularly shiny that night so what better time to confess your love for your boyfriend than right now!

“that cloud looks like booty cheeks”

you laugh “wow connie, you’re so romantic.”

“sorry” he giggled

“but that’s what i like about you. no, it’s what i love about you. i love you, connie”

“y-you do?” he sat up “oh my god, y/n! i love you too!”

☆ sasha braus - she said it first

honestly, sasha is not the type of girl to let the world that you guys live in get here down! she’d rather live her life to the fullest with friends, family, food and now, you. on a random thursday, she just felt like saying that she loved you. so, she did.

“y/n, i have something to confess.”

you stopped whatever you were up to “okay… is it bad?” you asked nervously

“oh god, no!” sasha reassured you “i just wanted to say… i love you!” she opened her arms wide

you ran to embrace her immediately “sasha! where did this come from? i mean- i love you too.”

☆ reiner braun - he said it

he knew. oh, he knew BIG TIME. but obviously, he had his whole back and forth situation with being a solider vs being a warrior… and the other two, bertolt and annie, had to remind him why they were there. he was also thinking, how the flip did he not only get a partner when they’re the devil but now he’s fallen IN LOVE? he tried his very best to contain his feelings but he couldn’t one day because when you were talking, your eyes looked too pretty and he just said it.

“then me and her got chased allll through town!” you were telling reiner a story, you laughed at your old antics and your eyes were sparkling.

reiner couldn’t hold it in anymore, he laughed and said “god, i love you.”

☆ bertolt hoover - you said it

he was sooo happy and so mushy about you when he realised but he got his booty whipped back into warrior mode and then he had the same reaction as reiner. like what has he actually gotten himself into. he really really tried to bottle it up and he did, but then you confessed. honestly, bro forgot he was from marley for a solid 6 months, he was on such a high.

“so what did you want to talk about, y/n..?” bertolt asked, clearly nervous

“i just wanted to say…” you couldn’t help but smile and finally say “i love you!”

bertolt began to tear up and all he could do was embrace you “you do? you really do? of course, i do too. i love you, a lot actually.”

☆ annie leonhart - you said it

she bottled that shit TF UP! she, unlike the two dull boys she came with, recognised that she loved you but knew she had a job to do, unfortunately. if it was up to her, she’d drag you back to marley and live happily ever after with you (and her dad, ofc). but, of course, you said it. she was obviously estatic but also like, ffs why would you say that😭. made her life A LOT happier but also a bit more difficult…

“annie, i love you.” you said with a rather nervous look on your face, you weren’t sure she would say it back but you couldn’t hold it back any longer.

she stared at you, blankly for a while until she burst into a wide smile and she scoffed “y/n. i love you too.”

you guys hugged and little did you know, annie’s smile quickly faded as reality hit her. what was she meant to do now?

☆ levi ackerman - you said it first

so incredibly terrified. he felt his feelings for you growing stronger everyday but in turn, so did his urge to breakup with you BUT, that was purely because he wanted you to be safe. everyone he has ever loved had died and nothing could prepare him for the pain like you dying would cause. in the end, you did confess to him one day. he wept, he wept and he wept in your arms. just knowing someone loved him enough to admit it, brought him to tears. the fact that you loved him! and he loved you!! but also, there was still that horribly worrying thought in the back of his mind, but he will leave it in the back of his mind for this moment.

“i love you.” three words levi always wanted to hear but made him so scared. he fell into your arms and cried, between his cries he managed to sniffle out;

“i love you too, y/n.”

☆ erwin smith - both admitted it

you guys are just like, spiritually connected. you decided on the same day to confess that you loved each other, it was such a memorable moment for the both of you. it was on your annual date night that you guys had every fortnight and erwin chose to tell you he loved you this day because he likes to be a bit extra for you ;).

erwin grabbed your hands “y/n…”

“erwin…” you replied, “i have something to tell you” he confessed

“so do i…” you both looked at each other, confused “say it on three?” you suggested and erwin nodded. you both counted and said

“i love you!” this caused you both to burst out into laughter, what a coincidence.

☆ hange zoë - they said it first

genuinely almost proposed to you😭. hange takes you and being in love with you, very seriously. it’s like a full time job for them - but in a good way, duh. they wanted to make it fun and special, though.

you and hange were the only ones left out on the training grounds which, of course meant, you had to play tag. you both chased and ran, and did a lot of laughing until you both fell from exhaustion.

as you both caught your breath, hange wrote something in the ground - “i love you, y/n.”

you looked at them and they had this wide smile… they proceeded to say “i love you, y/n!” you smiled back at them and of course said “i love you too, hange!” you both laughed.

hange then proceeded to jump on you and scream “NOW LETS GET MARRIEDDD”

[maxillness]

Struggles || FA14 x Reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, kitchen sex, dbf!nando, age-gap (reader is of age), degrading kink, reader hits Nando, mean!reader, oral (M&F reviving), breeding kink (If you squint)

Wordcount: 1.7k

She knew it was wrong. She knew what she was thinking about him was wrong. Did she do anything to stop it? Not in the slightest

Even now, sitting at the dinner table. She did nothing to try and hide the way her thighs clenched together as she watched him

When he was over, he always sat across from her. No exceptions. She never knew why he did this, always insisted to be sitting across from her

She was mesmerised by the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed his food, or the way he talked with his hands, or the way his jaw moved when he was talking

Everything about him was mesmerising to her

She took in the sight in front of her, almost forgetting all about her food

“Are you okay, muñeca? You haven’t touched your food at all” Her father looked over to her from his place beside Fernando

She quickly looked over at her father when Fernando’s eyes went to her “Oh, um. Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just tired from school” She said before taking a bite of her food

“Alright” Her father nodded as he continued his conversation with his friend

Her gaze was still on him as he spoke with her father, but this time, she actually made sure to eat her food to not wake the others attentions

After the dinner, she had helped cleaning and decided to do her homework. She sat in the kitchen, her eyes stuck to the pages and a pen in her hand

“School’s stressing you out?” The voice startled her. She looked over into the doorway where leaned against the frame “Sorry, didn’t mean scare you” He chuckled

“It’s fine. Yeah, it’s kinda stressing, but I’ll get through it” She smiled looking back to her book as he walked over to her and sat on the chair beside her

“I would offer you my help, but I see it’s math, so I probably won’t be of much” He said as he leaned on the counter

“It’s the thought that counts” She smiled and looked over at him “So, thanks” Her breath got stuck in her throat as she spoke

They sat in silence, looking into each other’s eyes. His brown eyes pierced her soul. Her tongue came out to wet her bottom lip

“Fuck it” He stood up quick, and while she still sat on the bar stool, he had trapped her body between his own and the counter as he connected their lips

As the kiss got more heated, his hand went down her side and under her shirt

“Nando…” She grumble into his mouth, holding his wrist, pushing it away “My parents is still home” She looked up at him as he took his face away from her

“So what? They’ll leave in 30 minutes anyway” He shrugged and stepped towards her again, but this time connected his lips to the skin on her neck

“Then just- fuck. Then just wait those 30 minutes” She tried keeping her sounds down as she leaned her head back

“Fine. I’ll just stay like this for the rest of the time” He mumbled in her skin as he went across her throat and kept kissing and sucking on her skin

“Please, Nando, don’t” One of his hands went to her inner thigh “I want them out of the house first” She whined as his hand hitched closer to where she wanted him

“They’ll be gone in a second, don’t worry amada” One of her hands went to his hair, scraping her nails in his scalp drew out a groan from him. The vibrations of his lips against her skin sent blood right to her core

He stepped away from her when he heard footsteps come closer to them

“Hey, we’re leaving now” Her dad and mother stood in the doorway

“Have fun” They both said in sync with a similar smile

“Don’t let her be up too late” Her father said and pointed a finger towards Fernando who leaned against the counter opposite to the one he had just trapped her against

He didn’t let Fernando answer before her mother had dragged him out of the room and completely out of the house

Fernando took a step towards her as he heard the door close, but she had other plans. She had quickly pulled at his collar and pushed him against the counter. She slapped him across the face

“Are you out of you fucking mind?” He held his hand against his now red cheek “Why the fuck would you do that?” Her voice was loud, but not yelling

No words escaped his lips “What? Now we’re speechless? Now we can’t talk? Wasn’t a problem before” She saw how flustered he now suddenly were

“What? Not used to female dominance? Too full of yourself to let women take care of you?” She was now inches away from him “Let me be the first” She smirked as she went on her knees

She looked up at him while she unbuckled his belt and zipped down his pants. She almost drooled at the sight when she took out his cock from his boxers

“Fuck…” He whispered with his thick Spanish accent when she licked a thick stripe up his cock “Fucking hell” He rolled his head back has he moaned when she started to stroke him

“Fucking keep those sounds up, papi” She smirked up at him which only incurred him to be louder as he looked back down at her

He bucked his hips into her hands, telling her to go faster, but she didn’t react on his words. She just kept going at her painfully slow speed

“Fuck. Please…” He panted and looked down at her

“What, papi? Please what?” She looked up at him with a grin plastered on her lips, but with the most innocent glint in her eyes, and if he hadn’t held back, he would’ve come undone right then

“I’m gonna cum” His accent was getting thicker and the muscles in his thighs were clenching making them shake

She took away her hand, making him groan at the loss of contact. She wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock, making him moan loud

She started bobbing her head up and down his shaft. His hand when to the back of her head, taking her hair into a ponytail. He didn’t move her head to go faster, he just held his hand there as she went at her own pace

She looked up at him as she sucked him off. His head was rolled back, his knuckles on the counter were turning white, his mouth was open, loud moans spilling from his lips

His started rambling words in Spanish as his thrust was getting sloppier and out of rhythm. He came without warning down her throat

She pulled off of him, swallowing hard before she stood up. She took his chin in her hand and kissed him hard, making sure he could taste himself on her

With still slight shaking hands, he turned them both around, so she now again was pressed against the counter

He slid his hands to the back of her thighs. He grabbed them and lifted her up from the floor and put her on the counter

She lifted her hips so he could pull down her panties. As she sat back down on the counter, he was on the floor in a second

He pulled her closer to the edge. His tongue leaped her juices flowing from her cunt. She moaned when he started flicking her clit

“Fuck. Ah… Is this what you’ve always wanted. Eating your best friends daughter out on his kitchen counter on his anniversary?” She leaned her head back and rolled her eyes in tot eh back of her head as he moaned into her as a reaction to her degrading him

She grabbed his messy hair as she looked back down again “Are you gonna bend me over the counter? Fuck me till I’m cumming around your cock? Fuck me till everyone in the neighbourhood can hear our moans?” She loves the reaction her words drew out of him

“Oh, fuck. God, yes. Ah… Fuck, you eat me so well, papi” He groaned again making her moan louder and dirtier “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum, Nando” A few seconds later, she came and he sucked it all up

He stood up and pulled her down from the counter. She turned herself around to bend over the counter. She pulled her skirt up above her waist so he could get better access

He drooled at sight of her

He stepped towards her. One of his hands went to her hip as the other went around his, again, hard cock and drew it trough her wet folds

They both moaned as he pushed just the tip into her. She looked back at him while biting her bottom lip as he pushed all the way in

His thrusts were slow in the beginning, but sped up as he found a rythem that worked for them both

He gripped her hips roughly and slammed into her. They didn’t care about how loud they were, or that the way he pushed into her would leave bruises on her hip bones and nail mark on her skin

“Oh, fuck. You fill me so good, papi” She moaned as she could start to feel him twitch inside her. She purposely clenched around him to make him moan louder

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Ah. Fuck” A few strands of his messy hair was clinging to his forehead, the rest of his body soaked width sweat

“Fucking cum in me, papi” Her words sent him right over the edge. A few of his sloppy thrusts later, and she came with a loud moan as well

He drew out of her, both groaning at the loss of contact of each other. They both gathered themselves as they turned towards each other again

“Sorry I hit you” She Said Kiss his cheek she hit earlier

“I should let you take care of me more often” He said capturing her lips in his own

[writingpastmybedtime]

Happy Accident

Pairing: mob!Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

Summary: Bucky and his daughter decide to paint together, but what happens when the little one retells her dream to her dad a little bit too enthusiastically?

Word Count: 690, I know it's short, but I really wanna start writing more about mob!Bucky and his family.

Warnings: None.

Request: Yes.

It had been raining heavily throughout the day, which ruined Bucky’s and his daughter’s plans to go to an amusement park that had just opened up in town. He sighed, looking at his little girl, who was currently slightly snoring, and started thinking of other fun things to do. He suddenly looked towards his daughter’s desk, when a great idea came to him.

Taking out the different coloured paints and a few pieces of paper, he sat on the floor, placing everything neatly next to him. 

“Daddy?”

Bucky glanced at his baby girl, who had just woken up from her slumber. 

“Hey there, little one,” he said, walking towards her and picking the little one up. “How’d you sleep?” 

She hugged Bucky and yawned, obviously still in the middle of waking up. Bucky chuckled and placed her on the floor, next to the paints and brushes. 

His little girl meant everything to him. She was his pride and joy, and he had hired more than enough security in and out of the house the moment he first laid eyes on her. 

The little one smiled up at him and like always Bucky was mesmerised by how someone could look so perfect.

Well besides his wife, who the little one looked like more with each day that passed. He smiled at the thought. Thankful that the world, even though cruel at times, had blessed him with a loving headstrong wife and an adorable daughter, who he could spoil till the end of time.

“Oh, are you going to paint with me?” The little girl squealed, as Bucky nodded.

She automatically turned more zealous, pushing a brush into the blue paint, and drawing a random line on the paper. 

“You know, Daddy,” she began, whilst adding more haphazard objects to the painting, her brushstrokes becoming more erratic by the second, “I had a really funny dream.” Bucky watched his little child in awe, listening attentively to her story, and at the same time doodling an obnoxiously fat cat on a separate paper.

“You were battling a big dragon, who was trying to steal Mummy.” She continued her story, taking hold of the small container for the blue colour. 

“You had this big sword and then you pushed it into the dragon's stomach-” She suddenly jumped up in enthusiasm, making the blue paint in the container fall straight onto Bucky. 

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” The little girl said, trying to hold back her laughter, but failing. Bucky was speechless, looking at his hands and clothes, which were all blue due to the incident. 

“You two look like you’re having fun,” Y/N spoke, looking at the mess in front of her. If only Bucky’s employees could see their mob boss right now, covered in blue paint from head to toe and looking completely helpless. Y/N tilted her head and smiled at the sight of her dear husband.

‘Mummy,’ the little child squealed and ran up to her mum. “I accidentally spilled the blue paint on Daddy, but I didn’t mean to, I swear.” Y/N laughed, looking at Bucky, who was still trying to comprehend what had happened, albeit with an amused expression appearing on his face. Y/N lowered herself to come face to face with her daughter and kissed her on the cheek.

“Go to the kitchen, sweetie, I brought ice cream,” Y/N instructed the little one, who smiled widely and ran off towards the promised dessert. Y/N took another glance at Bucky, who was now laughing uncontrollably, looking at himself through the mirror on the wall. 

“I look like a smurf,” he smiled, looking at Y/N, who just shook her head at him. 

“And to think I married an idiot,” she said to the man who was now walking up to her. 

“You could be a smurf too, you know.” 

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, but before she could understand what he had meant, Bucky had already pressed his lips on hers, pulling her as close as he could. 

Just to make sure, she’d be stained with the blue paint as thoroughly as possible.

[damiansgoodgirll]

Can I have Damian Priest x Fem reader with the prompt "Is that my shirt?"

damian priest x reader

is that my t-shirt?

you and damian were used to share things with each other. from car rides to hotel rooms, from going to his place for dinner to him sleeping in your guest bedroom when he was too tired to drive back home. there was an unspoken feeling between the two of you. you liked him and he knew that but also he liked you and you knew that too. you were just two idiots in love who wouldn’t tell each other how you both felt.

that’s how you felt yourself being in damian’s car as he was drive back to the hotel you were staying for the night. he was humming to some rock song as you were watching the landscape from the window. it was a cold night and it was snowing, it almost felt too romantic.

“how about once we are both back at the hotel, you go take a shower and get comfy and i go to take some food to the restaurant around the corner?” he asked you, waking you up from your thoughts.

“that sounds good” you smiled.

so here you were, alone in your hotel room, that had only one bed. you’ve never slept with him and you tried to see if there was another room available but to your luck, all the rooms were booked for the night so you had to share the bed with your crush.

while you were under the shower you remembered that you left your backpack in damian’s car. the backpack with all your clothes and changing. you only had your bag with you, lucky for you it contained a pair of clean underwear and some high knees socks but that was all.

“fuck…” you whispered.

you thought about waiting for damian to bring you your backpack but you didn’t want to wait in the bathroom. so, you walked out of the bathroom with only a towel that was too short for your liking and you started watching if for any luck, you may have forgotten a t-shirt somewhere.

the only t-shirt you found was damian’s AC/DC one. it was twice your size but it was the only wearable thing that you found and you were freezing with that towel.

so promised yourself that you would have changed right after he got your backpack back in the room.

while you were waiting for him, you started zapping the channels, seeing how due to the snow, there was basically no signal. as you were losing your patience, trying to find something to watch, you heard the hotel room door opening and you saw damian with a huge box of hot food, and your backpack.

“you forgot it in my trunk” he smiled as he removed his coat and gently laid it over the small couch in the corner.

“thank you so much…” you smiled back. the moment you stood up for changing yourself with some of your clothes, he saw how you were wearing his t-shirt, accompanied by your high knees socks.

“wait…is that my t-shirt?” he asked, his eyes glued to your body and how you were nicely wearing his clothes.

“uhm…about this…i’m so sorry, i forgot the backpack in your car and i had nothing clean to wear and i found this on the bed, i know i should have asked but i was freezing and i had no idea of how long you would take with the food and -…” you started speaking but he stopped you.

“hermosa, it’s okay” he laughed “i promise you…i’m not mad, you actually look nice in my t-shirt…you should wear my clothes more often” he teased when he saw you blushing.

“i can change if you want…” you said.

“you can keep it on, i don’t mind…it actually looks better on you” he teased you again “we should probably eat before the food runs cold”

“yeah you’re right…” you said as you helped him placing the food over the small table next to window.

you were both eating in silence, a comforting silence as you were watching the snow falling outside. his eyes would go from the snow to your face, admiring how beautiful you were and how mesmerised you looked by observing the snow.

he swore that one day he would tell you how he felt, one day but not today.

[lokidjarin-7567]

Kinktober Day 6: One Night Stand

Nanami Kento x you

Contents: fem!reader x Nanami (JJK), honestly not very kinky and I actually hate this and it’s barely edited but here it is

W/C: 3k

So I think this is overthought and overworked and mostly just nonsense but I love this man and my brain ran away with me, I’ll make it up with filth soon don’t worry <3

Kinktober Masterlist | General Masterlist | AO3

You couldn’t place your finger on why, but the moment you laid your eyes on the man at the bar, you were drawn to him.

He had a certain presence around him, commanding. He was attractive, obviously, with neat, parted blonde hair and a jaw sharp enough to cut glass. He was tall too, and well built - a fact you could ascertain even though he was wearing a perfectly tailored pinstripe suit. Honestly, everything about him seemed perfect to the point of obsession - his tie knotted impeccably, the pin exactly straight and his shirt tucked neatly, even though it was long after the usual 9-5 hours.

But he looked tired. Drooping eyes with dark bags under them, and he hadn’t lifted his gaze from the glass of bourbon nestled in his hand except to ask the bartender for a refill. He seemed powerful and stoic, and he looked very much like you wanted to be alone. But just in case he didn’t, maybe you should give him an option…

You finished your drink, grabbing your things from the small corner booth to perch at the bar. You were only a few stools away now, but you were too nervous to speak to him directly, opting instead to order a drink from the bartender. The same as always: a martini, gin, dry, twist. The only ‘classy’ cocktail you could stomach. He nodded at you, moving to make it, and you watched, only drawn away for a moment to check yourself in your compact. You would probably have to freshen up after this drink but your make up was still relatively intact - one of the few perks of working an office job for years.

You put your purse away, looking up to see the bartender placing down your drink… that was wrong. It had an olive. You hate olives. You glanced up, not wanting to complain, only to see that he had his back to you. And there was no way in hell you were going to try and get his attention…

“Excuse me, Sir…” you heard a smooth voice say, and saw the man beside you lift his arm to beckon the barkeep back. “She ordered a twist, not an olive.” He was blunt in the way he spoke, but not rude. Commanding and polite. And he had noticed your order, noticed you. It made you blush.

“Oh, I’m so sorry about that. I’ll remake it right away.”

“Thank you.” He replied, smiling wordlessly at you as he continued to drink.

“Thank you,” you managed to choke out, forcing yourself to ignore the anxiety ringing in the back of your mind, “I never would’ve asked.”

“It’s not a problem.” You smiled again, trying to think of something to say to keep the conversation going, but to your surprise, he was the one who continued, “I’m Nanami, by the way.” You introduced yourself just as your fresh drink was served. You thanked the bartender while he apologised profusely, although you couldn’t help but notice that he was aiming most of his regrets at Nanami.

“I haven’t seen you here before.” He muttered once the barkeep had gone, his eyes never wavering from yours.

“No, it’s my first visit here. My office just moved location to a few streets down, so I figured I would test some of the bars in the area.” You paused, cautious of how fast you were talking. Relax. “Do you come here often?” He nodded, taking a sip of his drink.

“Depends on how late I’m working, but at least weekly.”

“What do you do?”

You hadn’t realised how close you had moved to him until your knee hit his while you were listening to him talk. You must have been leaning in subconsciously, mesmerised by him, but by the smirk on his lips halfway through his sentence, he didn’t mind.

“Sorry, I’ve been going on… I have a lot of enthusiasm for anything besides my work…”

“What’s your plan then? If you don’t enjoy your work, what are you aiming for at the end of it?” He cocked his head at the candour of your question, a more serious expression falling over his face.

“I… I want a house by the beach. A life without working hours. Or maybe just a job that… makes a difference. A real difference to real people, not just to the top 1%. I don’t really mind beyond that.” He sighed, finishing his drink quietly. You could see a lot of yourself reflected in his attitude. You wanted nothing more than to escape the routine, the boredom of it all, the constant feeling of worthlessness you were burdened with from working in finance. You just wanted something outside of that monotony. Outside of the greyscale.

He laughed humourlessly, placing his empty glass on the bar.

“Sorry, I ruined the mood.”

“No, no, I was just… well, I was just thinking about how nice that sounded.” You smiled at him, but it took a moment to realise that your hand had fallen to his thigh. You blushed, embarrassed, starting to remove it but he stopped you, his own hand falling on top of yours. Cold, but not uncomfortably so, his long fingers wrapping around your palm, thumb drawing lazy circle on your wrist.

“Did you maybe want to grab another drink at mine? It’s only a few streets away and the bar’s closing soon…”

“I’d love to.”

It had started raining, and you hadn’t brought a jacket with you. Luckily, you didn't mind the rain, a fact he seemed appalled by when you walked straight out into it without batting an eye. He didn’t have much of a choice but to follow, your hand still wrapped in his. You were both soaking by the time you reached the lobby of his apartment building, dripping in the elevator as you made your way up the many floors. You watched the number tick up hand in hand, your head rested gently on his shoulder. It would’ve been a good time to kiss him, but something stopped you. Something told you if you kissed him now, the night would end. You would fuck and fall asleep in each other’s arms and then you would never talk again. You didn’t want that. You found him fascinating, and as much as you wanted to fuck him, you weren’t ready for the night to be over.

His apartment was gorgeous - panoramic views of the city, minimal but tasteful furnishings, and a beautiful floor-to-ceiling book shelf full to the brim of classic literature. You made a beeline for it as soon as you had removed your shoes, the first time since you left the bar that you had let go of his hand, although it somehow felt colder now it was gone. You recognised a few titles, running your fingers over the spines as you read the names to yourself, marvelling at the perfectly alphabetised collection.

“I don’t know why I keep buying them - I haven’t had a chance to read them all yet. Not enough time.” He had moved beside you, arm touching yours with a warmth you hadn’t expected. He had taken off his suit jacket, his shirt almost completely dry beneath it, a welcome feeling next to your bare arms.

“I’ll help you.” You mused quietly, “We can divide and conquer.” He smiled at that warmly, his eyes seeming to brighten with it. After a blissful second, he seemed to come to his senses, tearing his eyes away from you and sighing in a way that suggested frustration with himself.

“Oh I’m sorry, you’re soaked through, let me get you a towel…” Before you could object he had rushed away, and taken his warmth with him, but he had left you smiling like a school girl.

After you had dried off just enough to not drip rainwater all over his floor, he offered you a drink. You accepted gratefully, and he motioned you to his sofa. You sat at the far end, curling your legs up so you could face him. There was something hypnotic about the way he moved. It was almost lyrical, the fluidity of his arms as he reached to grab a pair of tumblers from his cupboard, the ease with which he opened the scotch bottle, the ever so slight strain of his shirt buttons as he walked. He handed you the drink, fingers brushing slightly, and you thanked him, taking a sip and nestling it carefully in your palm. He had sat close to you, achingly close, the side of his thigh pressed tightly against your shins. It was comforting.

You couldn’t help but watch as he got comfortable in his own home, removing his cufflinks and rolling up his sleeves, meticulously intruding and folding his tie, placing it carefully on the table next to the cufflinks, undoing just his top shirt button, allowing you to steal a glance at his collarbone and the hollow of his neck. You wanted nothing more than to run your tongue across the pale skin there, hear his groan into your ear…

You snapped out of your daydream when he started to talk, taking a sip of scotch to wake yourself up.

“I’m glad you moved to sit at the bar tonight.” You nearly spit out your drink.

“How do you…” You hadn't seen him look up from his drink once all evening, so you weren't sure when he had time to notice you…

“I saw you come in.” You laughed in disbelief, a playful smile falling across your lips, but he looked serious. “You looked tired. Frustrated. You were squinting at your phone and nearly bumped into three people on your way to a booth.” Jesus, he really had noticed you. “And then you put your phone away, and I could see your whole body visibly relax. You were just watching people, looking at the world go by. I couldn't tell, but I thought you might've been…”

“What?” You whispered, whole body tense as you listened to him speak about you in such vivid clarity.

“Sad. You looked sad, at the lives other people seemed to have. The joy. Not jealous, just… resigned to the fact you don’t have that.” God, he was good. You chuckled without warmth, casting your eyes away from his and to your drink.

“You should be a shrink, you know…”

“No I just… I know that look.” You smiled, tucking your legs up to your chest and draping your arm across the back of the sofa. He wrapped his arm around your legs in a way that seemed instinctive, natural even, pulling you into his chest just a little bit, just enough to feel that gorgeous warmth emanating from him again. “So, what does your future look like? Away from a corporate life?” He echoed your earlier question, and you thought for a moment, gazing into his eyes, hoping for some inspiration.

“A cottage in the countryside, maybe in a historic village somewhere. A sprawling garden with runner ducks and cats and fruit trees. A vintage sewing machine and a record player and a library.” You paused, taking a sip of your drink to try and pull yourself away from your imaginary life before you got too attached. “I just want my future to be something… relaxing, and beautiful. Something or somewhere I can be content. And if I have to work, let it be somewhere I can make a difference. Even if I’m not happy, as long as I’m making a difference...” He began to run his fingers across your thigh in slow circles, his deep brown eyes scanning your face with an intensity you’d never seen before. It was… recognition. Acknowledgment.

“To being content… or making a difference.” he muttered, raising his glass to you, and you repeated the toast, lightly touching the rim to his before finishing the last of it.

You had just started to talk about something trivial when he noticed you shivering. You honestly hadn't even realised, so hypnotised by him that you didn't quite feel real, your body taking over while your mind just let itself admire him. His hand slipped over yours, a concerned look crossing his face.

“You’re freezing.”

“I’m fine, really…”

“No, you’re shivering. Let me get you a blanket or…”

“Or…” you paused, placing down your glass and allowing your now free hand to fall to his chest, “maybe you’ll could think of a creative way to warm me up…” His whole demeanour shifted, the worry replaced with a dark expression, a smirk falling to his lips.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah…” You muttered in response, stretching your leg across his laps and shifting your hips so you were straddling him, lips now only inches from his. “I heard it’s always best to take off wet clothes…” Your lack of recent flirting practice was showing, and you almost cringed at your own awful line, but the noise was stifled in your throat as he firmly pulled your lips to his. He breathed up into you, needy hands in your hair and teeth catching your lips as you smiled against him, settling your hips onto his lap. It didn't take long for his hands to fall to your waist, squeezing the soft flesh there in a way that made you whine, grinding down onto him ever so slightly.

“God, been thinking about this since I saw you walk into tonight…” he breathed against your collarbone, pressing a sloppy kiss there as you tried to catch your breath. You ran your nails through his hair as he did, and his teeth caught you, biting down and sucking in a deliciously painful way that was sure to leave a mark. It made your hips buck even more, so sensitive after making yourself wait longer than you ever would have for a one night stand, and you could feel him growing hard against you now. He pulled off your soaking top, leaving you in your bra and skirt as your fingers fell to his shirt buttons, deftly undoing them and running your hands over the broad expanse of muscle there. You needed him closer, but even as you pulled his chest against you, it wasn't enough. You needed him inside you.

“You look perfect like this…” he muttered, hands falling to your hips and rocking you back and forth against his length, your core throbbing, and you were already panting with need.

“Nanami…” You could already barely speak, wound up from hours of tension and obsession, needing release, needing something to alleviate the aching that was threatening to tear through you. “I…” The words didn't come, so you moved your hands to his trousers instead, trying to undo the button there but they were shaking. He caught what you were trying to say quickly, gently moving your hands and doing it himself, pulling himself from his boxers. He was bigger than you expected, the tip pink and leaking as it bounced against his stomach. You were impatient, not wanting to undress any more, setting yourself up perfectly above him and pulling your panties to the side. Your core was soaking, so ready for him, but his hands on your hips paused you. One trailed up to your face, holding you by the chin and pulling your lips to his.

“That’s better…” he whispered before releasing you, letting your forehead fall to his before you finally sunk down onto his cock. You both groaned with the feeling, your open mouths meeting briefly as you took more of him into you. The stretch was painful, but in such a perfect way it didn’t matter, and as your lips parted, your breathing got heavy in the small space between you. Your hips met his, and you moaned, feeling so completely and perfectly full. The hands that had settled on your hips moved to your ass and began to guide you up and down, gripping tight as you slowly lifted yourself off, savouring the feeling of him dragging inside your walls. Your arms draped around his neck, pulling him closer as you rode him until you were breathless, your sweat and pants filling the air between you. You were getting close quickly, the angle he was hitting mixed with the way your sensitive clit was grinding against him with every thrust. He was marking you now, hard love bites across your chest that made you whine, the sting delicious, and your hips started to stutter.

“I… oh fuck… I’m close Nanami.” It was electric, every single time he touched you sending you to new level of pleasure and you couldn’t help but moan unabashedly.

“Mhm… I’m close too…. never wanted anything… more than this… fuck…” His ramblings against your chest was enough to send you over the edge, blinding pleasure washing over you in waves as you felt him reach his peak too, hot seed filling you as you tried to catch your breath, body falling limp against his shoulder.

You showered together. Talked some more. Had another drink. Fucked again. He ate you out until you were writhing on the bed, screaming his name. Then you fell asleep with his arm wound tightly around your waist.

You woke up before him. Quietly collected your things and slipped out.

You wanted to leave your number. You really did. But even though you’d only met him a few hours ago, you knew he was the only thing that could keep you in the city. After everything you spoke about, everything you dreamed about with him the night before, you were done with the city. You needed out. You wanted back to your old life.

You had been offered a position at your alma mater a few months back. It was dangerous to be a Jujutsu Sorcerer, so you had declined, but you knew now this way of living was much more deadly.

Maybe that was the reason you had been drawn to him. Maybe he was the push you needed to finally be who you were.

[jawabear]

hello again i know you wrote NSFW alphabet for captain, you could write one of ghost or konig. you can choose, thank you.

KÖNIG NSFW ALPHABET

Not my GIF

A/N: I absolutely made him out to be the subbiest sub ever. Sorry about that. I will do a Ghost one as well as I’m planning to do all the boys, but my head was full of König. (Wish something else of mine was full of him). Please respect that these are just my though and may/will differ to yours.

Genre: smut

Warnings: AFAB!reader, explicit sexual content, very kinky, König is a sub.

Summary: An A-Z of König’s bedroom antics…

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He’s usually the one who needs aftercare but even so, he will make sure you are okay. That you feel as fucked out and blissful as he does. If not he will do anything he can to make it so. Then he will whispered to you how much he loves you, stroke your hair, cuddle you, and sometimes even sing to you in his mother tongue.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves everything about you. But if he really had to pick (and he dislikes himself because of the choice he makes) he would choose your pussy. He cannot get enough of it. Not even to fuck or taste. But he’s just mesmerised by it. He loves to stare at your pussy, even better when you touch yourself.

He likes his fingers. Their long, pretty, and reach that spot inside you that makes you shatter under him. But he also likes his cock. He’s quite proud of it.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Will come anywhere you want him too. Inside, your face, your mouth, your chest, himself. Anywhere you tell him to come he will.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s a little narcissistic in that he loves to look at his own cock. He loves to touch it and play with it, he likes to watch it get hard. That being said, he did once try to suck himself off. Though he was big enough so he could reach but he really hurt his back trying to bend that way and was out of commission for two days. To this day only he knows the true reason for his back pain.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s had a fair few sexual encounters. He knows what he’s doing but half the time it’s you doing it to him. But he definitely knows what pleases him.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

When you ride him. He loves when you’re on top. When you dominate him. He loves seeing your tits bounce in his face. He loves to hold your hips while you ride his cock. It drives him nuts.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I feel like his personality is naturally sort of goofy? He’s quite bashful and teasing. I wouldn’t really say he’s serious or funny in the moment, he just sort of himself?

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I have a feeling he’s pretty void of body hair so there didn’t much going on down there. He likes to keep himself clean.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

When he’s in the mood, he is an absolute sweetheart. He will take his time to ensure your pleasure is met and to tell you how much he loves you. That’s when he’s in control for the night, or you it’s just want some sensual love making. But he is a sweet precious boy to you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

A big masturbator I think. He’s such a desperate and needy boy. He always needs release and with get himself off when ever he can. Always, always thinks of you when he touches himself. Likes to edge himself too because he likes when you do it. But it’s never as good as you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Dom/sub - goes without saying. But he is a huge switch. He prefers to be subby for you but if you ask it of him, he will the roughest, hardest fucking dom there has ever been. (Probably. He likes to think so anyway)

Edging/denial - he likes to edge you, but he LOVES when you edge him. He loves when you have complete control over his pleasure. He loves being a subby boy for you and letting you ruin him by denying him his orgasm.

Choking - he loves to be choked by you when you fuck, or edge him. Especially when you edge him. He likes when you make him cry and beg to let him come.

Mommy kink (or mummy for me ‘cause England) - like i’ve said, he’s a subby baby and has a mommy kink. Loves to call you those kinds of names like ma’am, miss, mistress etc.

Praise - he likes to know he’s doing a good job. Loves when you praise him for eating your pussy or how you compliment his big cock. It gets him so hard and so near the edge.

Squirting - he loves to make you squirt. His fingers can reach the spot that makes you squirt and he loved your face when you do. He loves to feel you gush around his fingers or on his face.

(I just think he’s really kinky. Probably the kinkiest of the CoD boys (apart from Gaz but I’ll do that soon))

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Literally anywhere he can have you. The bedroom, shower, briefing room, gym, sometimes even out in a mission if there’s enough time. He’s a menace and has to have you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He’s is horny all the time so it doesn’t take much to turn him on. You could literally breath in his direction and his cock is inside you. But there’s a certain look you give him, your bedroom eyes as it were, and that melts him. Makes his knees shake and he’s completely at your mercy.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He’s up for anything but if you say no then it’s a no. He won’t try and persuade you more if you don’t like his idea. He wants to do right by you. Your pleasure is his priority.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Will die if he can’t eat your pussy. He loves when you go down on him, it’s a treat when you do. But he would kill and burn the world down if he was kept from being between your thighs.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on you. You set the pace most of the time. So he favours hard and fast. And then stopping right when he’s on the edge.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s a quickie guy. He will fuck you at any given moment even if there’s little time. He will make you come in seconds if he has to. Anything to be inside you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s up for anything. So whatever you want to do, he’s willing to give it a go.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can go for as long as you need him too and longer. He won’t stop until you’re done. Even when you leave him in the edge because you’ve come first and had enough. He will remain on that edge until your ready to go again.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’s open to it. He likes when you use vibrators or plug on him. He likes when you make him walk around base with a vibrator in his ass that you control.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is a big tease. Even if your edging him to the point of tears, he’ll still have something to say. Something cocky just to make you edge him more.

“This…is nothing” he pants, his back arching of the bed as he tried to chase his fading pleasure “I’ve edge myself harder before” it was a lie, but you didn’t know that. “Do better”

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He is loud. Cute little whimpers and moans. He begs a lot and his voice is always high when he does. When he’s topping you, he growls and grunts at you. He doesn’t bother to hold back his noises.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He likes to dress up. Not like cross-dressing but like give him a bunny suit or some shit and he’s all over it. He wants you to humiliate him deep down. But he’s too shy to be publicly humiliated even though he likes the idea….

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Y’all already know our boy is hung like a fucking horse. A nice long dick with a pretty little curve to it. Such a pretty dick he has…

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

I think I’ve made it clear that he is READY from the moment he wakes up to the moment he goes to sleep. He is always hard for you, even when he shouldn’t be. But he secretly loves the humiliation of having a hard on in meetings.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He’s actually surprisingly quick to fall asleep. After he’s made sure you’re okay and fulfilled, it doesn’t take him long to doze off. Usually on top of you. He likes to cuddle you when he sleeps.

1/2/23

[specialagentlokitty]

Neytiri x reader - learning about you

Could I please request an avatar imagine where the reader is part of the avatar programme, jakes sibling, and deaf, and when Neytiri saves them both, she is protective of the reader who has an interest in na’vi culture and the two share a sibling like bond? - Anon 💜

A/N: na’vi will be in italics and sign language will be in bold

You were mesmerised by everything on Pandora, you were captivated it by all. Never had you seen such beauty before in your life.

Following behind your older brother, you hand your hand on the back of his wheelchair as he led you down the hallways while you looked around, taking everything in.

You were taken to a lab, and Jake stopped making you stop and look down at him.

Can you find her?

Looking around, you nodded your head and pointed across the room, going over to look at your avatar.

She was stunning, deep blue skin, little white dots that could almost resemble fireworks, beautiful black hair and a thin long tail.

While you were admiring your own avatar, you weren’t aware of someone trying to talk to you, but Jake heard it and turned away from Grace who was explaining basic things to him.

“Uhm Norm? She can’t hear you.”

Norm stopped and stepped away from you, turning to your brother.

“Seriously?”

“Deaf since birth, hold on.”

Jake pulled a small ball from his pocket and threw it at you, hitting you in the back of the head making you frown as turned around.

You stuck your middle finger up at him, grabbing the ball you walked over and handed it back.

What the hell was that for?

Jake stuffed the ball in his pocket.

I’m going to introduce everyone.

And he did, he told you everyone’s names in sign, and you rolled your eyes at the names he had given them before pulled a whiteboard and pen from your bag.

You scribbled something on it and flipped it around.

‘Sorry, can you write down your names? Jackass here thought it would be funny to give you sign names instead.’

“Seriously?” Grace sighed to him.

She took the board from you writing down her name, Norm and Max did the same and you nodded, making a mental note of it before rubbing them out.

You looked back at the group and Grace motioned for the board so you handed it over to her, letting her write something down before handing it back.

‘Did you do the training programme?’

You nodded to her before rubbing out the sentence and wrote something else to show her.

‘I did, yes. Also I can lip read, I’ll just use this to reply.’

You looked at her for confirmation and when she had read it she nodded and you set it aside so you could watch her talk.

“They’ll be ready for you to trail run them tomorrow. For now try teach that moron some of what you know otherwise he’s going to be totally useless to us.”

You nodded and turned to Jake.

You’re useless.

He scoffed, flipping you off and you smirked down at him.

The rest of the day went without a hitch, you attended a meeting which you didn’t pay attention too, you tried teaching Jake some stuff he needed to know and he wasn’t paying attention.

When the next day came, you found yourself excited to join with your avatar, to become na’vi.

Waiting by your pod, you leant over it to look at Jake getting into his.

Do you think I’ll be able to hear?

Guess we’ll find out, if you can hear I can walk.

You grinned a little, both of you were beyond excited and you quickly climbed into your pod, watching Grace’s lips carefully as she spoke about what you needed to you.

You knew all of this, but getting told again was never a bad thing.

The pod closed and you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath as you waited for the link to connect.

You weren’t sure if it took a long time or if it was quick, but soon enough you were opening your eyes with people staring down at you, but the whole room was quiet and you frowned a little.

Your ears flickered as you tried to pick up on the sound but you couldn’t, and you turned your head to the side to look at your brother who was sitting up to look at you.

“(Y/N)…?” He asked softly.

You shot up in surprise, ears flickering again, tail swishing an you heard some doctors cry out for you to stop and calm down.

“(Y/N)?” Jake grinned a little.

You smiled wildly, banging your hands against the table in excitement, you could hear him.

“You can hear! You can hear me!” He laughed.

Jake stood up on uneasy legs and you did the same, crushing him into a hug which he happily returned and despite the doctors wanting you both to lay down they couldn’t help but smile.

You pulled away and sat down like they wanted you too, but Jake had other plans, he ran away and Norm chased after him while you waited for the doctors to finish doing their checks.

One of them walked over handing you a tablet.

“Since you’ve been deaf since birth we aren’t sure if you can learn to talk, but in your avatar body you can head. We had our doubt about it to be honest. We’ve got you this so you can communicate.”

You smiled and nodded thanks, flicking your eyes to the door and she stood aside, letting you leave.

You were amazed by how it looked outside, all the sights but especially the sounds.

You focused on everything, trying to focus on one thing at a time but you couldn’t, and it began to get overwhelming, so to try and fix it you covered your ears but it did nothing.

“I had a feeling this would happen, here.”

Grace appeared and handed you something, gesturing for you to put it in your ears so you did, and it dimmed all the noise to just background noise.

“It’ll take a while for you to get used to hearing, but you can still sign, or talk through that whatever works best.”

You nodded your head and watched as Jake came running back over and you let out a silent laugh.

“This is amazing! Isn’t it amazing?!” Jake gushed.

You smiled at him and nodded your head.

I can’t believe you can hear stuff like this all the time!

He rolled his eyes at you.

“You can walk, I think it’s only fair.”

Rolling your eyes to him, you lightly punched his shoulder and he smiled a little, gesturing for you to follow him so you did.

You guys walked around for a bit and he talked nonstop, he was excited to be able to finally talk to you, for you to actually be able to hear his voice for the first time in your lives.

The next day came and you found yourself sitting in a helicopter, high above the ground, marvelling at all the sights.

Grace had made you special noise cancelling earplugs for when you were around heavy machinery, so when Jake wanted to talk to you he tapped your shoulder.

Are you going to be part of their research team too?

You shook your head.

No. I’m just here to observe everyone is following rules and guidelines.

He nodded his head and when you guys landed, you waited to be told you could take your earplugs out, and when you did you were smiling brightly.

“You really love the sounds Huh?” Norm smiled.

You nodded your head excitedly and while you watched then for a moment taking samples, hearing movement behind you, you turned your head to look.

“Come on.” Jake whispered.

Nodding, you followed along behind him, letting him lead the way.

You weren’t expecting to be confronted by a large creature, and you weren’t expecting Jake to scared it away, but when you heard the growl behind you you slowly turned and froze in place.

You didn’t even get chance to process what it was before you were being screamed at to go.

“Run!”

Jake took your hand and you were both running as far away as you could from the creature, and after what felt like years you managed to get away.

Looking around, you frowned a little when you couldn’t find your little group anymore and you turned to Jake.

Where are we?

He shook his head.

“I.. I don’t know, come on, we’ll be fine.” He smiled.

Jake took your arm and you both started to move, trying to find somewhere safe for the night as it was quickly growing dark and you knew they wouldn’t be able to find out after the sun sets.

While you searched your bag for the tablet, Jake used some stuff to make a torch in order for you both to see.

“Do you have it?”

You looked up at him and shook your head, gesturing to the bag which just held some research stuff.

I must have left it.

“Crap, okay, just stay behind me.”

You nodded and walked behind him, back against his as you both turned around, surrounded by viperwolfs.

“Get down!” Jake yelled.

You didn’t need to be told twice, you crouched and he used the flames to try and discourage the animals from getting any closer.

Hands covering your ears, you tried to block out all the sounds, the snarls, the yips and barks and jakes yelling.

Burying your face in your knees, you tried to tune it all out.

You had no idea what was going on, but your head was hurting, everything was so loud, so tiring and painful you wanted it all to stop.

When the animals started to cry out, you curled in on yourself even more, their cries piercing your ears, drilling straight into your brain and you needed it all to just stop.

You felt Jake behind you, his hands covering yours to help block out all of the sounds that were invading your ears.

Jake turned to the Na’vi who shot them, killed them to save you both and he sighed a little, giving her a small smile as he stood up and walked over.

She picked up the torch and Jake panicked.

“Hey wait! Don’t!”

She had already thrown it and he sighed, following her as she spoke in a different language to one of the creatures laying in the ground, stick clutched tightly in his hands.

He looked around amazed, and he looked over to you before making his way over.

“(Y/N), here.”

He crouched down, pulling the ear plugs from your bag, putting them in your ears.

Finally you looked up at him and he pulled you up, leading you over as you looked around at the glowing forest.

“Look I know you probably don’t understand this, but uh… thank you.”

He looked at her, crouching down, and you turned to watch what she was doing.

“Thank you.” Jake repeated.

You looked at him.

“That was pretty impressive.”

The woman looked at you both.

“We would’ve been screwed if you hadn’t come alone.” He laughed a little.

You placed a hand on his shoulder, gesturing to follow her. She was your best chance of survival.

“Hey wait a second. Hey where you going?” He asked.

You both followed followed her, and while Jake kept talking you looked at all the sights, but when she spun around and hit Jake with her bow you panicked.

“Damn!”

Looking down at Jake you carefully watched the woman.

She placed her bow at his chin and you gently pushed it away, making her step back as she spoke to him.

She flicked her eyes to you and then back to him.

You took the ears plugs out to listen.

“You like a baby, making noise. Don’t know what to do.”

He tried shushing her and you smacked the back of his head as he stood up.

He glared a little and turned to her to carry on their conversation.

He asked her why she saved the pair of you.

“You have a strong heart. No fear.” She said to him.

Then she pointed at you.

“This one has a pure soul, but a deep struggle.”

Then she turned back to him.

“But stupid! Ignorant like a child!”

Jake laughed, turning to you and you rolled your eyes, pushing him to follow her and you both jogged to keep up.

He kept trying to talk while running across the log, and nearly fell but she caught him, calling him a baby again making you smile.

She told you both to go back, and you watched as small white things fell from the sky and Jake hit one making her hiss.

He hit another and she grabbed his arms, speaking to herself as she watched them surround your and your older brother.

Finally she let you follow her you two were captured by others and led to a large tree which you watched in amazement, admiring everything.

Your ear plugs were still in, and while Jake spoke with them, Neytiri watched you closely.

You didn’t seem to be hearing anything, and as they asked what Jake did, they turned to you.

“You, what do you do?”

You didn’t reply and the leader growled a little and one of them went to grab you but Jake stopped them, placing his hand on his shoulder.

He gestured for you to take the ear plugs out and you did, turning to face them.

“What are you?”

You turned to Jake.

Tell them I am a doctor, a healer and a researcher.

“Shes a healer, and a researcher like Dr Augustine.”

“Why will she not speak?” A woman asked.

“She can’t. She was born deaf, she cannot hear so she never learned how to speak.” Jake replied.

Neytiri walked over and wiggled her fingers, so you handed the earplugs to her, letting her exam them before handing them to her parents.

“And these?” Her father asked.

“In this body (Y/N) can hear, but noise can be to much for her. These block out that noise.”

He handed them back to Neytiri who gave them back to you, and Jake nodded, telling you to put them back in so you did.

While they talked he signed everything to you both and eventually you were allowed to stay and learn with them, though you had to change.

Neytiri had instantly taken an interest in you, and the next day as you watched your brother try to learn how to ride a Direhorse she turned to you.

She did the same thing Jake did to tell you to remove the ear plugs so you did, and she pulled you away somewhere a bit quieter.

“You cannot talk, yes?” She asked.

You nodded your head.

“So how do you communicate with your people? Your brother?”

You waved your hands in the air and grabbed a small stick, writing in the dirt.

‘I can write, or sign.’

She took a few moments to read it.

“Sign? What is this?”

You looked around before gesturing for her to follow you which she did, you lead to her grab and picked up a rock, throwing it at his head as he wiped mud from his face.

“Seriously?” He asked you.

Walking over, he stood in front of you.

Can you translate?

“Yeah. Sure.”

Neytiri had her eyes glued to your hands as they moved, and she tried copying some of the movements, something both you and Jake noticed.

Smiling, you turned to Jake.

Do you think we can teach her?

Maybe. We can always try.

You nodded and pointed to her.

“It’s sign language, it’s how people who can’t hear or talk communicate. Do you want to learn?”

“Yes! Yes I do! I wish to be able to talk to you in your language.” She smiled at you.

So you taught her, and she was a quick learner, and now you didn’t have to worry about finding Jake, because she had caught on to most of it easily.

You had to change some things to help her, but it worked just the same.

Sitting by a stream with Neytiri, she was asking questions about you and practicing her sign.

“If you are healer, why not heal your ears?” She asked.

Turning to face her you sighed a little bit before replying.

I don’t have the money, that procedure is really expensive it cost a lot. I spent my whole life in silence, so I wasn’t that rushed to change it.

“Oh I see. Would you change it if you could?”

You thought for a moment.

Some days yes. Some days no. It’s nice not having to hear Jake complain.

She laughed loudly making you smile.

You tapped her shoulder, making her turn to you.

Can you tell me more about Eywa?

“You wish to learn more of our culture?”

She seemed shocked and you smiled and nodded your head.

Neytiri immediately grew excited and jumped up, whistling for her banshee and she helped you up, making sure you were safe.

She took to the air, and you looked around, eyes glued to the white tree as you approached it.

When you landed she took your hand and led you over, getting you to sit down with her as she started to explain Eywa, and their beliefs and culture to you.

And you happy sat there listened along while you admired the beautiful tree.

Neytiri smiled when she looked at you, ears flicking a little as she spoke, tilting your head every now and then.

She wondered if you would ever learn to talk, maybe that’s something she could ask Eywa to help with, to bring you your voice.

But she was happy talking to you in sign language, a few others of the tribe were learning from here so they could talk to you too.

Since Neytiri took you under her wing, adopted you as her own sister everyone wanted to know you, talk to you and learn about you.

Neytiri was going to make sure to teach you everything to keep yourself safe, things you could do without having to rely on your hearing in case you couldn’t use it

[chitty-chitty-bang-bang-bang]

“Kissing Vampires 101”

Requested by @rthounasty

Word Count: 881 words

Age restriction: 16+ (based on adult media)

Tags: Fluff, a bit of crack, descriptions of kisses, but nothing too sexual

Synopsis: Well, it’s been a good date and it seems like both of you are ready to make a step forward in your relationship.

Author’s note: I’m so sorry this took ages, but I hope you like it •3•

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You’re not sure what it was. Was it the hot asphalt under the sole of your shoes? Was it the damp, warm July air enveloping you in a figurative hug? Was it the cheap alcohol, that was still in your system? Or was it your hot European date you met through your friend Stu? No matter the reason, you were blushing and feeling giddier than ever. It was your third date with Vladislav and you couldn’t imagine it going any more perfectly.

You two went to a karaoke bar and delivered the worst performance of some random really old songs, that nobody else but you knew. Still, somehow you managed to receive some applause and Vladislav believed it’s due to both of yours undeniable charm and wild charisma. You argued, that he’s the only one with these qualities here, but he disagreed. After that, both of you were already pretty tipsy (though you’re not sure what Vladislav was drinking), so you decided to take a stroll around the night city to the pier and let the alcohol wear off a bit.

The scenery was mesmerising, water reflected the flashing lights of many buildings behind you and the whole setup seemed serene and romantic. It’s been a while since you were on a proper date, much less with someone you were this interested in. And it was the first time in forever, when neither you, nor your partner were fumbling this. You stood there for almost an hour just talking about all kinds of stuff. Past, present, even future. That’s how you found out you’re not the only one, who’s hoping for something serious with this relationship and you felt like jumping victoriously.

But now, the date was over. It was already way too late for both of you to be out on the streets and Vlad gladly walked you home. Though standing here in front of him and looking in his eyes, the last thing you wanted was for this moment to end. It just started getting interesting and you couldn’t imagine just turning to face the door and leave. That’s when a very bold idea popped into your alcohol poisoned brain.

“Vlad, if I’m being honest, this is the best time I’ve had in years.” You said to prolong his stay.

“This is the best time I had in centuries.” He laughed and you joined.

“Do you watch a lot of romcoms?” You got a bit closer.

“What are romcoms?”

“Romantic Comedies, you know? Like a genre of movies. Really cheesy shit, I won’t lie. But I like ‘em sometimes.”

“Maybe you could show me one day. I’m more used to romantic tragedies.” He shrugged.

“Anyways, the point I’m making is… Our date was like the cheesiest of cheesy romcom tropes and if this evening was like, uh, part of a movie… it would end in a kiss scene. Or a confession. But we already confessed before.”

You saw Vladislav’s eyes widen and for a moment you were sure you crossed some kind of a boundary, that shouldn’t have been be crossed. But then he took a step closer too, almost completely eliminating any free space between you. A dumb smile spread on your face, as you anticipated what he was going to say or do next.

“You want me to kiss you?” You nodded. You already learned, that with this man straightforwardness is key. “Okay.”

He leaned in, a bit hesitantly. You didn’t know that, but he hadn’t kissed a human in longer than he could remember. Nonetheless, the space between you completely disappeared, as your lips intertwined, trapping the hot air between you. Each second stretched out the way an eternity would, as both of you salvaged the sweet moment you were hoping to experience for so long now. Vladislav could keep going for way longer, it seemed, but you had to pull away to get air.

Slightly panting, you unconsciously mumbled a “wow” and smiled like a clueless idiot, collecting your thoughts, which were turning into soft mush of incomprehensible happiness. Vlad smiled at the look on your face and gently put his hands on your shoulders.

“Is this what you wanted?” He asked, not letting the two of you drift apart.

You nodded rapidly. “Yes, honestly…” you whispered the last part. “That was awesome.”

He huffed out a quiet laugh, before finally making a few steps back. He looked at the horizon for a second, as if checking for something, then returned his gaze back to you, with his arms on his hips in a rather disappointed manner.

“I’m sorry, [reader]. I have to go.”

“Oh… okay. Can you, uh, give me a call when you’re home? Maybe we could meet up sometime again. There’s this cool bowling club around…” You said, watching how Vladislav kept frantically looking at the horizon.

“Yes, that sounds great. I will defined call you. Goodbye, [reader].” He lent you one more quick peck on the lips, before hurrying away from your house.

You noticed the sky getting slightly brighter, changing from dark blue to a more pastel colour. It was almost sunrise and you didn’t even realise how long your date took. You turned around and finally entered your apartment with deeply buried excitement for your next date with Vladislav.

[the-fic-baker]

Some nasty thoughts about Joel.

Short drabble. I’m ovulating so it’s feral lol.

Content warnings: smut (minors go away), Fem reader with a vagina, oral (f receiving), rough sex, dirty talk, cream pie mention but he pulls out- be responsible. Lmk if I’ve missed something!

Thinking about Joel being so rough the first time you two fuck.

Sure, it’s nice to think he’d be all gentle and patient but…

Him groaning at just the sight of your cunt. A growl building in his chest as he sucks in your scent through his nose.

“Fuck baby, you smell so good. Bet you’re gonna taste even better.”

He licks and sucks messily at your pussy. Saliva and your own wetness dripping down his chin. Those big hands pulling your thighs over his shoulders. Pinning you down to the bed.

He sucks harshly on your already swollen clit. Not stopping until you pull him away by his hair.

“Sorry honey. Your too fucking yummy.” He’d chuckle, beard glistening and a feral grin on his lips.

His cockhead is nearly purple. He’s harder than he thinks he’s ever been in his life. Precum dribbling onto the sheets under him. Over two decades of nothing but his rough hands. Now he has your warm wet cunt. All for him.

You’re so slick and loose from the hour of him eating you out that he’s able to slip right in. His tip nudging at your cervix. You can feel him in your belly.

“Jesus fuckin Christ,” he pants. “You feel so perfect. Like this pretty pussy was made just for my cock.”

Joel may be a man of few words while around others, but he can’t shut up when he’s inside you. Filthy praise made so much hotter with his deep southern accent.

He starts slow but deep. His pelvis grinding against your clit with each thrust.

“Take it all,” he groans. “Greedy little pussy sucking me in.”

When he speeds up he pins your thighs to your belly. Knees close to your ears. Practically folding you in half.

“You look so pretty like this.”

The sound of skin on skin echoes around the room. Along with you your moans. Shaky whines as he abuses your pussy. Each thrust of his hips driving him so deep. Deeper than you thought possible.

“You’re so doin’ well. Look how nicely you’re taking it.”

He’ll stare down to watch himself slipping in and out of you. Smiling at how wet you’ve gotten his dick. Slick glistening over his heavy shaft.

He lets out a breathy laugh when your moans grow louder and your legs start shaking.

“That’s it -fuck- rub that clit. Want you come for me.”

When you do he’s mesmerised by the look on your face. Watching your eyes roll back and lips form an O as you gush around him.

“And I thought you couldn’t get any prettier.”

Once you’ve come for him he gets a little sloppier with his movements. Eyes screwing shut as he feels himself approaching his peak. Mouth never stopping.

“Oh fuck baby. You feel so goddamn amazing. Wish I could come in you. Fill you up. Watch as it drips out of that beautiful pussy.”

He pulls out and uses his thumb to open your mouth. Stroking himself over you.

He groans deeply as he spurts rope after rope of warm cum over your tongue. Any that misses your mouth he wipes up with his fingers, letting you suck it off the thick digits.

“Good fucking girl.”

[kaeyx]

can I request 15 from the prompts with dazai? thaaanks :]

trans man afab reader would be appreciated ❤️

15. "One more cheesy pick up line and I’m gonna bend you over the table and fuck you in front of everyone” + Dazai

Warnings: Suggestive, mentions of alcohol, reader is called "boy" once but that's it

Notes: YOOOO WE MATCHY MATCHY! Sorry I couldn't really work in any characteristics about the reader, this prompt doesn't really lend itself very well to smut for me </3 However it Has given me several ideas so a continuation isn't completely off the table

Prompts here!

You've been staring at the back of his head for a while, at his long lashes and the curve of his lips whenever he turns his head, backlit in the dim lights of the bar. You nurse your glass, the fuzzy buzz of alcohol slowly creeping into your senses and loosening your joints. His hair is dark, a chestnut so rich it almost looks black, curling around his cheeks in thick waves.

There's very few people left at this hour, each slinking in the shadows of their own corners, whispering in pairs or peering into the depths of their glasses. You drain yours with a wince, setting it carefully on the table as you try to shake the grimace off your face and stand up.

"I thought this was a bar, not a museum." You murmur, stepping up to him with more confidence than you have and sliding onto the stool next to him. He turns a fraction, surveying you with a raised brow. Your heart skips a beat but you lean your elbows on the counter anyway.

"So what's a work of art doing here?"

He blinks, then a half grin spreads across his face and he huffs, tilting his head to look at you properly.

"And who are you?"

"Your next mistake, hopefully," you grin, crossing your ankles. "How's it feel to be the prettiest guy in the room?"

His eyebrows raise more and he's smiling properly now, looking amused. Leaning on one elbow he comes closer to you, looking you in the eyes, his voice calm and smooth. "I don't know, how does it feel?"

The reciprocation catches you off guard and you blink, feeling your cheeks heat up. The man's smile turns knowing, mischievous, his fathomless eyes still fixed on yours. You duck your head, covering your face and laughing quietly.

"I had more ready, but you're making me forget all of them," you admit, warmth wrapping around your sternum as he chuckles with no malice in it. He raps his long, boney fingers on the polished wood of the corner and you watch, mesmerised, at the smooth movements and the tendons rolling under his skin. Bandages peek out from his sleeves and the collar of his shirt, you realise.

"My turn then," the brunette says, leaning in closer still as his voice drops to a purr. "If you give me a kiss, I promise to pay it back."

You swallow, brushing your lips against his while your heart thunders in your throat. A hand rests on your knee and you shiver, gasping quietly. He tastes like whiskey.

"Mind giving me a pinch? You're so cute I might be dreaming." The words tumble out a little, your tongue tingling pleasantly from the alcohol, still so close you can feel his breathing on your skin.

"Did you look these up just for me?" The man laughs. Still he reaches out his hand. Instead of going for your arm though he brushes cracked, scarred knuckles across your cheek before gently pinching your cheek. He gives it a pat when he's done and lets his hand linger, fingers brushing against your jaw and making you shiver. That one might have worked a bit too well, judging by the warmth curling low in your stomach and the spark of interest in his eyes. You swallow thickly and try to think of another thing to say, but he cuts you off.

"Boy," the man interrupts, gently but deliberately putting his hands on your hips, "one more cheesy pick up line and I’m gonna bend you over the table and fuck you in front of everyone."

The smile on your face freezes, your heart fluttering. You let a subtle tug pull you right off your bar stool to stand between his legs, and slide your arms around his shoulders. Your breathing has gotten a little faster all of a sudden, and it's shaky. You lick your lips, unable to tear away from his dark eyes.

"What do I call you?" You whisper, fingers shaking as his hands slide shamelessly over your rear.

"Dazai."

[kahlanmars]

BAD FEELING part.3

part.3 is here! I'm sorry, I know I'm spamming but I just like this fic so much and I love Haymitch and I love everything. As usual, english is not my first language so please have mercy.

Comment if you want me happy! *gif not mine*

MASTERLIST

Part 2

Too damn beautiful 

After dinner, Effie suggests you see the reapings in the other districts before you go to bed. It’s actually a good idea, because you don’t want to go to your room and think. Thinking it’s something you crave not to do right now. 

«Why are the last victors not here?» Your tribute asks, and it’s actually a fair question.

«Oh, President Snow thought they had so much to do with their wedding! They’ll be mentors next year.» Bummer, you could have used Peeta’s help. This boy is the mastermind of strategies at the age of seventeen. And Katniss… Katniss could have helped you with survival skills. You are terrified your mentor drinks his heart out not to see you two die in the games, not even trying to save you. No, he wouldn't. He would? You are not sure.

You sit beside Haymitch, far away from Clark that always looks at you like he wants to murder you. He has plenty of time for that in the arena, you don’t understand why he needs to be so open about it.

Your mentor is visibly drunk, but you know how to handle this man when he drinks and he actually feels safer than your companion in the games. And he smells really good in spite of his inebriated state. Like musk and whisky - and no one can deny whisky has a great taste. You want whisky. Maybe later.

Effs lights the television - followed by your “thank you, Effie” and the district one is displayed in his honour. You have to admit district one is beautiful. 

A young woman volunteers, she looks like she’s your age, she has a wonderful muscular body and shiny blonde hair. Straight out of an academy, probably one that was in line to volunteer when she was sixteen.

«She’s stunning and deadly.» You comment, mesmerised and scared by her beauty.

«You can look deadly too if you commit to it!» Says Effie. “Thanks for the stunning part”, you think, but it’s true. You can pass at “nice” and “pretty” if you clean yourself, but it’s a kind of prettiness that disappears in front of girls like her or your escort. 

«We will have another strategy for her.» Declares Haymitch and he places a hand on your leg. You thought he fell asleep, but apparently he is awake.

The male tribute of district one is similar to his female counterpart, and so the tributes of district 2 and 4. District 3’s girl is barely nineteen years old, crying her heart out. You get her. You want to protect this little girl, and it scares you. Same thing with the man of District 10, who has to be thirty but he looks like a middle aged man due to his hard work, and has a stare so sad you want to say to him everything is going to be okay.

«How am I going to kill these people?» You whisper to yourself, letting yourself go on the couch. The weariness is coming, you managed to be chatting and outgoing all day, consoling everybody next to you, but right now you can’t anymore and when you feel tears merging through your eyes you know you have to be alone.

Yours is the last reaping. You see yourself be called, in your pretty little dress and daisies in your black hair, jumping into Haymitch’s arms and then saying hi to Katniss and Peeta. You look distraught, almost in shock, while Holly is devastated. Clark has a stolid, imperturbable look on himself, like he knew. In comparison you are the weak one.

Well, in reality you are the weak one.

«I’m sorry, I’m so tired.» You excuse yourself and go to your room.

You are tired, but you can’t sleep. Instead you begin to cry, and at least you can do it alone, when no one watches you and judges you. You cry because it’s unfair, you are only twenty four, you can still do a lot of things. You wanted to be a teacher. You wanted to marry one day, have kids because you are terrific with children and now you are condemned to be a murderer if you are incredibly lucky, and killed in 90% of the possibilities. And everyone expects that you are on board, combative, competitive, lethal. You are not. 

You eventually fall asleep sobbing.

You hardly hear a knock on the door. You think of not opening that, but this could be Effie, and you don’t want to be harsh on her. 

You get up, as you try to clean your face from the tears, but your eyes are puffed and sparkling. You notice with a surprise that in front of you there’s no Effie, there’s your mentor.

«Haymitch?» You ask, your throat sore from the bawling.

«You are waking up the entire train, sweetheart.» He points out. If he was sleeping he didn’t change his clothes, he probably passed out drunk on the couch where you were two hours ago. You are almost ashamed of yourself for thinking “Still fine, tho”.

«I’m so very sorry, tomorrow I’ll ask for sleeping pills.» You reply in a light tone, as if anything is wrong. Maybe he is tired and doesn’t want to debate. 

«Mh.» He stares at you with his blue eyes. You smile like it’s everyday and you are still working for him, but it’s a charade and he knows it. «It’s ok if you lie to them, but I’m the one who has to keep you alive.» 

«Will you try?» You murmur, dropping the fade. You are terrified of letting him see the truth, because when you stop acting there’s no guarantee you can do it again tomorrow.

«Will you?» He shots back.

He knows you, he knows you have no combat skills and you can’t even kill the rabbits to eat, as you always let him or Holly do that, or you buy them from Katniss and Gale Hawthorne when you cook for the major. He has to know you have zero chances.

«I’m not a hunter.» You whisper as if you talk slowly and briefly it’s not the truth.

«There is more in the games than just being a hunter. You are a pretty thing, you can actually have sponsors, and you know the erbs. But I can do my part, for your part I need your collaboration. If you decide it’s not worth it, you might as well tell me now so I can accept this goddamn drink I want!»

He is raging, you’ve never seen him that way, not even when you are in his house and he storms in strongly inebriated. The first instinct you have is to say sorry, but you can tell it’s not the right thing to do.

«I promise I’ll do everything I can to stay alive.» You say instead, shivering from the fear and the cold, as you are standing bare feet in a nightgown. 

He seems to calm down, and he takes a look at you. «Tomorrow we will discuss strategy. Now go before you catch a cold.»

«Haymitch?» You call him before closing the door.

«Mh?»

«Thank you.»

You wake up early in the morning, take a long hot shower and then you choose a white dress. You don’t do a braid or anything, let your raven hair loose on your shoulders, and you dare to use a little bit of the blush and mascara you have found in your room. As you watch yourself in the mirror you can look at a doe eyed, cute sweet girl. It’s not much, but you think you can work your image on that. 

You leave your room to have breakfast, and you can see Effie is delighted to see you and even make you do a spin. You feel a little proud of yourself.

«That’s lovely, my dear! You look like a… a…» She can’t quite pick a word but Haymitch, sitting at the table with his glass already full, helps her.

«Princess from a fairytale.»

«A Princess, exactly! It is wonderful, my dear. And without a designer! You have talent.» She looks very happy, and that makes you smile. You like making Effie happy, genuinely happy. 

«What do you think?» You turn to Haymitch, and you hope he notices this is a way to commit. He nods.

«Come, we’ll discuss the strategy.» He seems a little tipsy. 

«Shouldn’t we wait for Clark?» You ask. You hate him, but you don’t want to be rude. 

«I don’t think you two will be allies, do you?»

He totally has a point. You take a cream puff and you nearly squeal when you taste it. It’s so good! You’ve never had something so good in your entire life. You take another. And another. The older man watches you with a smirk on his face that makes you blush.

«Talk! I can listen and eat at the same time.» You tell him with a smile.

«I didn’t want to spoil your fun.» He jokes. «So, you are not a warrior, or a killer. But you are good with plants, and you know who to cook and light a fire, and you are nice to people. It makes you bearable.»

«He is trying to say you are adorable, dear!» Effie steps in. You thank her, but you can swear that’s not what Haymitch wanted to say. 

«But doesn’t that make me look weak?»

«Could be, but you are strong too. You can carry me to bed when I can’t do that alone, remember?»

You nod. It doesn’t happen often, but it happens. 

«Strength and sponsors can save your life. Today you will meet the stylist to prepare you for the parade. Make an impression.»

«Thank you, mentor.»

«Don’t call me that.» He shushes you and he drinks. It’s barely eight o’clock. 

As you go into your room before Clark arrives, you approach an avox. «Miss Trinket says not to serve any alcohol before midday.» You say to him like it’s an order that Effie gave to you. 

You quickly arrive at Capitol City. The city is marvellous, and you go to the window of the train to wave at the people and to see as much as you can. You thought District 12 to be the least interesting, but a lot of people are waving and blowing kisses in your direction. You quickly understand that you are so lucky to be there at that precise moment, you have to act. You blow kisses, say hi particularly to the little kids, smile for the crowd. 

When you see Haymitch coming from the table, addressing his room, you catch him by his arm and point your finger in his direction for the crowd to see, as you continue to be Capitol's little princess, and when you notice Effie approaching you, you run in her direction to take her near the window with you, letting her have her five minutes of fame beside you as you preach her and give a little kiss to her on the cheek.

«What is that?» Haymitch asks you when he's able to go away from the windows. «They have to remember you, not us.»

«You managed to save not one but two of your tributes last year, I want them to connect me with you.»

«And Effie?»

«Look at her, she is so happy.»

He shakes his head, eager to be alone in his room.

Due to Katniss's marriage, Cinna is not able to be your stylist this year and the poor Portia has to collaborate with the two tributes. 

You have to go to the prep team, and you meet three weird figures. A man named Flavius and two women, Venia and Octavia. They are in typical Capitol fashion, with wigs and strong makeup.

The only man, named Flavius, watches your hair in displeasure and sighs. 

«Haymitch told us not to change your hair, sweetie.»

Thank you Mentor, you think. 

After what you think is almost an hour (you really didn’t want to know what a wax was), you are headed to Portia. 

When you arrive at the parade, you don't even look like yourself anymore. Portia is a genius. Your outfit is black like coal, but it's a long chiffon dress with a low - very low cleavage. Your neck and shoulders are full of black small pearls that sparkle with the lights. Your makeup is elegant, red lipstick and black eyeshadows. They added perfume, something you never had in your life.

You feel pretty. Maybe not beautiful, but pretty. Even taller.

Effie greets you with compliments when you approach your team for the parade, but you search the other tributes. They are so beautiful you are quickly humbled. Clark is there too, but you two ignore each other.

You are actually looking around when another mentor comes to you. District four. What the hell, it’s Finnick Odair. Even in the District you know Finnick Odair, because he is a celebrity. No, he is *the* celebrity. He is handsome, with a wicked smile and he wants you dead, you assume. You hope that Haymitch wants the other tributes dead. Does he plan to kill you when he is with Clark? Is he making his mind right now, deciding who to save?

«First Katniss Everdeen, then you. District 12 only has beauties.»

«It’s Portia’s work, not me.» You admit. Shit, maybe you could lie. You didn’t think about it. Are you panicking? You are panicking. For Finnick Odair. Well, it is fair. How is his hair so shiny? It’s not possible. Maybe it’s the sea water.

«Give yourself some credit, Pinecone.» He hands you something. «Want a sugarcube?» 

«Did you put poison in it?» You answer back, with a smile on your face. 

«Not before the games.» He assures. «I hope we’ll see each other again, Pinecone.»

«But you shouldn't…» You are talking alone, because he’s back to his tributes in a moment, leaving you confused as hell. 

You return to your team, where everyone is staring at you with a big question mark on their forehead. You can’t help but notice Haymitch, who got cleaned up. He is in a black suit and you immediately forget even the name of Finnick Odair. He is rough and he has to shave his beard and you absolutely adore him. If he doesn’t want to let you alone in the arena and give all the sponsors to Clark.

«What did Finnick Odair want from you?» Effie asks, and you can tell she is excited. She has a point.

«He offered a sugarcube.» You say back. You literally have no idea what just happened. 

«And did you take it?» She keeps going. «He is handsome!»

«Not my type, but yes, he is.» You manage to look at Haymitch. Oh, c’mon, you are going to die in a week, you can flirt a little.

«Look at you two!» Effie changes the subject and gives you and Clark the hand. «You are so beautiful! For a tribute. You are going to collect a lot of sponsors tonight!»

«Tonight?» 

«Since you are older, President Snow thought that you could participate at the party tonight. It’s not the right place for a sixteen year old…» Or a twelve year old, but she doesn’t say that. «But you are older, so why not?»

You can think of a reason or two, like that in a few days you are sent to die, but she seems so happy you just can’t spoil her fun.

«Come, it’s time.» Haymitch declares and puts a hand on your hips. Dear heavens. «I know your balance, do you want a hand with the chariot?»

You glare at him, but he is actually right and your tribute is not going to help you. «My knight in shining armour.» You ironically say back.  

«Tonight you stay close to me.» It is an order, not an invitation, and he is deadly serious. «You are too damn beautiful for your own good.» Your heart skips a beat. 

«Thank you?» You whisper.

«Not the right answer. The right answer is “Yes, Haymitch, I’ll be on sight”.» He seems raging. You are sure you didn’t do anything wrong this time. You look into his blue eyes for answers, but receive nothing.

«Yes, Haymitch, I’ll be on sight.»  

Why the hell is everyone talking in code at this damn parade?

[pastanest]

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @iamburdened - thanks so much!! ♡

Spencer Reid x gender neutral!reader

Beautiful

Spencer is almost accustomed to the affect you have on him. From the moment he first saw you, his heart was ready to leap from his chest and into your arms, before he even knew your name. The more he got to know you, the more his mind dared to dream and hope for a future with you that he was too modest to think he deserved. Love at first sight was not something he really believed in, but that is just one of the many things you opened his heart to the second he saw you. Every single day, he will sit at his desk and wait for you to walk in, prepared to fall in love all over again. Spencer even started arriving unnecessarily early just in case you ever arrived early too, because he wanted to make sure he always got to work before you did.

Considering your hidden feelings towards Spencer, you pay just as much attention to him, so naturally, you notice that he stares. When you’re walking around or talking to someone at work, you can feel his eyes on you, and during anything press or public speaking related you are guaranteed to catch his eyes drifting to yours multiple times. It makes you blush, which Spencer rarely sees because he tends to look away the moment he knows he’s been caught admiring you, but there are a few precious memories he treasures, fractions of seconds spent seeing you blush. Easily the most mesmerising view in the world, that’s his preferred description of you.

And this thought is revived as you stroll into work and place your bag on your desk, beginning to sort through it while Spencer’s eyes are fixed on your side profile facing him.

“Why are you staring at me?” You ask suddenly, and Spencer feels his blood freeze in his veins.

Although there is a mutual knowledge of this habit of his, it had blissfully gone unaddressed until this very moment, and Spencer had been doing his best to ignore the guilt and embarrassment he felt for looking at you as much as he did. And just like that, you exposed him. But he didnt have time to think, you caught him off guard and he says the first thing that comes to his head, the most logical answer there is.

“Because you’re beautiful.”

He hears the words fall from his lips and hang in the air, swirling around you and repeating themselves in your head. He sees you halt your movements, he searches for any sign of a positive reaction, and he watches your face as a small smile finds its way there, relief flooding through him as a blush overwhelms your cheeks that are mostly hidden by your hair.

“You think Im beautiful?” You repeat his words, more so to reaffirm their meaning yourself and make sure you heard them, but also because a sudden new love had formed for the way in which he said them.

“O-Of course! The most beautiful person in existence.” Spencer cant stop himself now, he was so unprepared for this situation that he had not planned out a single one of the outcomes, and as a result of sheer panic the truth was reaching your ears. “I-Im sorry, I know our relationship is strictly professional, a-and our relationship is one between friends!” He blurts out, alarms ringing in his head at his own use of the word ‘relationship’, a fatal mistake in the midst of what was intended to be an embarrassed apology for unprofessional conversation.

Then he heard it. A giggle. And he sees a grin on your face, mostly hidden by your hair just like your cheeks. You finally turn to face him, and to capture the view of your wondrous grin and rosy cheeks that were caused by nothing more than Spencer, is something he will never forget. The same can be said for the words that, instead of reaching his ears, made a beeline straight to his heart the moment they passed your lips.

“I think you’re beautiful, too.”

[orions-tears]

If you're still taking requests, Could I get an Aesop comforting Reader during a panic attack? if youre ok writing for that! If not, no worries!

Hey! Thank you for the request and sorry for taking so long I hope you like it! I tried to make it similar to what I experience so yeah

Also I tried to go for like a calming dad vibe but I'm terrible at comforting people

The gif is supposed to be some calming thing but boy am I mesmerised with it

Panic Room - Aesop Sharp

It’d been a long day and Garreth had the gall to pull another one of his tricks. Teaching these students is exhausting, but anything is better than a desk job at the ministry. Aesop was returning to his classroom after a meeting with the headmaster. He walks in, setting his wand on the table and notices something out of the corner of his eye. Taking a step back, he looks into the far corner of the classroom. You’re sat on the floor, as far into the corner as you can be, curled into a ball. He slowly walks over, watching you.

You look up and gasp, moving to get up. Tears are streaming down your face as you kneel. “I’m sorry!” You scramble to stand and he kneels down, a few feet from you.

“It’s alright…” he says, softly.

You stare at him, scratching the ground, absently. You shake your head, taking in a quick breath and moving to stand again. “I shouldn’t be here, I’m sorry.”

He holds his hand out to you, silent. You freeze and stare at him again. You can feel you chest tightening and it’s getting harder to breathe. You frown, kneeling on all fours and shift toward him.

“It’s alright, (Y/N).”

You crawl over and hug him tightly, sobbing into his chest. He hugs you back, silently. The crying, mixed with the pain in your chest is making it hard to breathe and you grip his coat, tightly. He feels you start to shake and hums quietly, raising his hand to stroke your hair. You push away the rising nausea as you shut your eyes tightly, trying to focus on the humming and how his hand feels. He whispers to try and focus your breathing and eventually it works.

You’re still crying but you can finally breathe again. You let go of his coat and lean away, wiping away some tears with a shaky hand. He pulls a handkerchief from his pocket, handing it to you. You take it, rubbing your nose, and look up at him.

“I’m sorry, professor…” you say, quietly.

He shakes his head. “I hope this wasn’t because someone hurt you.”

You sniff, rubbing your eyes. “No… I messed up my transfiguration and everyone in class made fun of me. I just…I’ve had a bad week and that didn’t help… Your classroom was the first place I could think of…”

He frowns, standing. “Should I speak to someone?”

You stand quickly, wobbling as he catches you, and grab his sleeve. “No! Please. I appreciate it, but I think it may embarrass me more…”

He chuckles and nods. “I won’t, then. Will you be alright?”

You nod and sigh, letting go of his sleeve. “I think so.” You smile at him. “Thank you, professor.”

He runs a hand over your hair again and nods. “You’re welcome, if you need me again.”

“I am?”

“Only if you do your homework on time.”

You groan and grab your bag from under a station. “I’m doing my best, Professor Sharp.”

He smiles, walking back to his desk. “I know. I’m proud.”

You stare at him in shock and grin. You thank you, promising to wash and return the handkerchief and run out, returning to your dorm.

[mostly-marvel-musings]

(I hope I’m doing this right, this is my first time sending in a request 😅 and also, English isn’t my first language so sorry if I misspell)

How a about a Christmas Drabble about Thor and reader stuck in a 🕯️ Blackout and Thor lights up the room with some of his lightning powers. Reader finds this breathtaking and mesmerising (Thor might even blush a little after seeing her so mesmerised) and , of course, turns Reader on and one thing leads to another ⚡️⚡️⚡️😈

P.S. I’m a HUGE fan of your Thor fics!

Thunder

Pairing: Thor x Reader

Warnings: 18+ fluff.

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“It’s official. We are stuck here and there is no getting out. Thor? THOR?!”

Your wild hand waving in front of his face brought the Asgardian back to reality, making a serious face to match your tensed one and nodding grimly.

He let his eyes wander over your beautiful features that were illuminated by a sole candle you had managed to find in the abandoned house you were stranded in. To him, you were the most enchanting woman he had laid eyes on and he was hopelessly in love.

Heavy snowfall outside made it clear that there was no escape for the night, you were shivering, tired and starving. And by the looks of it, Thor seemed unaffected.

“Worry not, my Lady. We will be safe here, I shall not let anything happen to you.” He swore, offering you his jacket and rubbing your arms comfortingly, a kind smile on his handsome face.

“The comms have died thanks to this stupid cold, same for the cellphones. I guess we should make ourselves at home.”

You muttered with an exhausted sigh, sitting back against the wall, watching the last bit of the candle burn out and leave you two in absolute darkness. Thor took a seat next to you, his warmth radiating towards you, tempting you to snuggle closer.

All of those comments made by your teammates about the unsaid chemistry you two had came rushing back to you, butterflies fluttering excitably in your stomach.

Although he couldn’t see your face, Thor could sense the tension and wanted to do something to lift your spirits even if the situation didn’t call for it.

He closed his eyes in concentration, the air around you changing in a fraction of a second as he did; there was howling wind outside before the room glowed an electric blue matching Thor’s eyes as you gasped.

You looked around in amazement as the room lit up magically, buzzing and gleaming with Thor’s powers, it crackled and surprisingly warmed your senses.

“Whoa! That was very hot.” You exclaimed without a second thought, cheeks flushing red as soon as realisation hit.

Thor’s deep chuckle travelled down your spine straight to your core before you felt his hand clasp yours gently, the blue current glowed harmlessly over your entwined fingers.

“That was quite a show.” You giggled nervously, feeling Thor shift closer resulting in your heartbeat quickening hopelessly.

“Anything for that beautiful smile of yours, my lady.”

Thor’s soft lips descended on yours making all your worries melt away. It was by far the best blackout situation you’d found yourself in.

PS: THANK YOU so much for your kind words! I hope you like this one :)

[blair-the-juggalho]

Hello!! Twdg Ericsson kids with a SO who lost their arm and made a prosthetic one with metals? (And perhaps they can attach knives and stuff to that prosthetic arm?) Thought it would be cool lol

Yeh sure! Tysm for waiting btw and I hope you enjoy it! <3333 also it is cool it’s one badass idea! >:) sorry if these are short for the last three :(

TWDG Ericsson gang with an S/O who has a prosthetic arm and they can attach knives too it!

Violet

She thinks that’s totally awesome!

Every time you use it in a fight she gets mesmerised

Like there are walkers all around you and while your using it to kick some undead ass

She just staring at you with amazement and love

This would happen even before you where dating too!

Sh always thought you where a badass and would ask you a couple of questions lmao

Mitch

You have no clue how cool this man thinks you are

He wants to know everything about it!

And he totally wants to make you a knife for it!

(Even if his one is in no way as good as the one you already have)

This man falls more in love with you every time you use it!

He will asking you all sorts of questions about it (and Willy will join in on this btw)

“That’s totally rad.”

Also if you let him touch the knife and the arm he will be internally freaking out lmao

Marlon

This man was surprised in the good way!

He was chill when he was your prosthetic arm

But when he found out that you can attach knives too it?

Holy shit that man is like bouncing off the walls

He totally watches you whenever your fighting just so he can see it

You do not even understand how cool he thinks it is

He wants to know all about it!!

Louis

This man loves it!

Just like the others, he’s asking you all sorts!

He also compliments you on it a lot especially when your fighting

Also this man will try to attach all sorts to it

I’m so sorry but this man will try and somehow get a spoon attached too it and beg that you feed him with it

It sounds stupid but it makes you both laugh so much!

However when it gets flung everywhere, you guys are the ones who have to clean it up

Totally worth it tho 😎

Aasim

He was flabbergasted

He thought is was totally cool though

And he definitely wants to know how you made it!

He acts a lot more chill with it but whenever your fighting he’s still watching you in awe

How ever he will get so lost in thought that a Walker sneaks up on him and your gonna have to save his ass lmao

And now he’s even more in love with you

Omar

This man is so obsessed with it!

How on earth did you manage to make it!

He’s very chill about it and doesn’t mention it a lot

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t think that it’s totally cool!

Ruby

She’s very impressed!

She wants to know how you made it but won’t ask a lot

She’s kinda intimidated by the fact that you attach knives to it but if that’s how you fight she’s cool with it

Like Omar, she’s very chill with it and won’t bring it up a lot

Brody

She loves it so much!

She thinks it’s totally cool!

She’s very chill with it

And she does compliment you a lot for it!

[elvenmother]

Context and Perspective: Delayed Disaster

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x F Reader Rating: Teen. Warnings: Swearing, mentions of injuries, mentions of blood Chapter: 15/15 Word count: 2984

Summary: The newest member of the Heroics has gone missing and as one of the better-known Villains on the scene, you are blamed. Then your sidekick goes missing. You must go after the Heroic’s leader to try to get them back and clear your name.

Note: This has not been beta read, so apologies for any mistakes. Final chapter! This story took on a life of its own for a while and I’ll definitely be revisiting this universe again.

Part Fourteen | Series Masterpost

The sun filtered through the clouds and the trees, casting flickering patterns on the dashboard of your car. You sat watching the golden light dancing on the grey plastic, completely mesmerised. It was so beautiful despite the mundane setting of a car parked by the side of a suburban street. Would the sun shine like this in the next place you lived? Would it be warmer or have short days and long nights? You had no idea. Besides the plan to leave, you didn’t have a clue yet where you would move to. You weren’t even sure you were going to stay in the country.

A large cloud drifted overhead, blocking out the sun’s rays and snapping you out of your daydream. There was no point sitting in your car any longer. You needed to go talk to Marcus and get this over with. Who knows what the two of you could have had? You’d only met him a few days ago, but the pull had been there from the start. With a little more time, maybe you could have had a future together. You could have gotten to know Missy and introduced him to Jada. Taking a deep breath, you shook your head as if trying to shake those thoughts away. There was no point thinking about what could have been. Dale and Professor Thaddeus had seen to that.

Quickly getting out of the car before you could change your mind, you headed over to the Moreno house. The door opened before you were even halfway there. Looking up in surprise, you saw Marcus standing in the doorway, looking pensive.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” He greeted you with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I was worried you were never going to get out of your car.”

You peeked back at your car and realised he must have been watching you from the house. Turning back to him, you attempted a smile. “Yeah, sorry. It’s been a… stressful day.”

Marcus guided you into the sitting room where the night before, you had sat with the others making plans to clear your name. The blankets and pillows from Marcus’ night spent on the sofa were gone as you glanced around the room. Slowly you took a seat on the sofa, and after a little hesitation, Marcus sat down next to you.

“I know you must be upset about the cover story we came up with for Freefall.” Marcus sat playing with the watch on his wrist. Watching him fidget, you noticed he wasn’t wearing his ring, and a wave of emotion crashed over you as you realised what it must have taken for him to remove it. “I’m so sorry. It wasn’t my idea, but Ms Granada felt it was a good way to draw a line under the whole thing and explain away why your name had been linked. I fought it, I swear to you, but-”

“Marcus.” You placed your hand on his gently, stopping him mid-sentence. “It’s not ideal, but I get it. That’s not why I needed to talk to you.”

“Oh.” He blinked, moving his other hand to cover yours. “All right. What is it?”

You needed to get this over with. You needed to just tell him. But sitting here like this felt so good and so right. It was selfish, but you wanted this to last just a little longer. To have him be yours just a few more moments. Pushing down the voice inside that was telling you to get on with it, you tried to smile again.

“First, tell me what’s happening with Noah.” You could feel his thumb softly stroking the back of your hand. “Did you speak to the other Heroics?”

“Yes, and Noah should be on his way to get Chloe now.” Marcus shifted in his seat towards you. “Liam took him not too long ago to collect his things, and by tonight he’ll have gotten them to Italy.”

“Good.” You let out a big sigh. “That’s good. I need them both to be safe.”

Marcus looked at you curiously, like you were a puzzle he was trying to solve. “I also spoke to Ms Vox and Blinding Fast. They’ve been checking on other reports. A lot have been changed, but not all. Tech-No caught them, but once they filled him in, he started to help too. He says the original reports have been transferred off-site, and he’s trying to trace where.”

“Sounds like this investigation could take a while.” You mused, and Marcus nodded. “Did you tell your boss, Ms Granada, about me?”

“Yes.” Marcus met your eyes. The molten chocolate filling you with warmth despite the sorrow you could see in them. “She didn’t believe me at first, but then after speaking to Liam, Noah and the others, she started to see the real issue. We haven’t told her about the reports yet, just that you were not who the Heroics and the media had made you out to be.”

“Thank you.” You squeezed his hand and smiled.

“But this is goodbye for good, isn’t it?” Marcus’ bottom lip quivered slightly.

“I wish it wasn’t, but something happened, and I have to leave.” You watched as the warmth seemed to drain from his face as he let his head drop. “A man I work with, worked with, followed me. He saw me meet with Orphan Maker’s contact, and when he quizzed me on it, and I wouldn’t tell him anything, he got mad.”

“What?” Anger flashed across Marcus’ face, and his posture stiffened. “What did he do? Did he hurt you? Threaten you?”

“He followed me again yesterday.” You continued. “Here. He saw you. He saw us together and went online to complain. He mentioned you by name, and well, that caught the attention of a real bad guy.”

Marcus cupped your hand between his and brought it closer to him as his brow furrowed.

“That bad guy is most definitely a villain.” You clarified, watching Marcus start to rub his thumb over your skin again. You weren't sure if he was trying to comfort you or himself. “He calls himself Professor Thaddeus, and he told my co-worker, Dale, my super name.”

Marcus’ jaw dropped open as he shook his head. “And this Dale told your boss, I take it?” He fumed out after a moment.

“Yep. So you see, it doesn’t matter really that the Heroics are saying Freefall defeated Storm Shadow because I’m not going to be her anymore. And now I hope you also understand why I have to leave.” You needed Marcus to understand this wasn’t your choice, that you didn’t want to leave him, and for this to be goodbye for the two of you. “Orphan Maker has offered to help me. But I’m not sure. Regardless, it’s not safe for me to stay here. The data has been removed mostly from the web, but you know as well as I do that things like that are never really gone. And who knows who saw it before it was taken down? These crazies could find my home address. Dale, little stalker fuck that he is, for sure knows where I live.”

“Don’t leave.” Marcus’ voice wasn’t pleading but firm and warm as you looked up at him on the verge of tears. “Stay here with me.”

“I can’t get you involved.” You felt the first tear rolling down your cheek.

“I’m already involved.” Marcus reached up and wiped your cheek gently. “This Dale followed you here. He saw me. His rants about me are what attracted this Professor Thaddeus.”

“What about Missy?” You leaned into his touch. “I can’t put her in danger. If me being here causes trouble, I’d never forgive myself.”

“If something happened to you and I could have stopped it, I’ll never forgive myself.” Marcus brought his other hand up to cup your face tenderly. “I’ve only just found you.”

“Marcus, I-”

In one fluid moment, his lips were on yours, pressing them together as his hands moved to pull you closer to him. You parted your lips slightly, allowing Marcus to gently ease his tongue inside. His soft lips moved in unison with yours as you brought your hands up to bury your fingers in his hair. His arms wrapped around you, trying to press your bodies together but the angle you'd both been sat on the sofa made this difficult and a little awkward. Licking his bottom lip softly, you heard him moan quietly as you began to lean back towards the back cushions of the sofa until, eventually, Marcus was leaning over you.

“Stay here.” He whispered into your lips as you parted. “Tell Orphan Maker’s contact to let you know when they have something. Until then, I’ll keep you safe.”

You nodded mutely, unable to speak and too afraid that your brain would betray you and tell Marcus goodbye. As he kissed you again, you allowed your eyes to flutter shut, relishing in his warmth and protection.

~~~~~ One Month Later ~~~~~

You’d ended up having to hide at Marcus’ for a month. And while it had been a little awkward in the early days, with the relationship still being very new, the two of you slowly began to find a rhythm. Missy helped a lot.

She recognised very quickly that while her father was ready to move on, having his new girlfriend live with them immediately was far from ideal. Boundaries were set and rigorously enforced by the youngest Moreno. Rules included separate rooms, respecting each other's alone time and set date nights. Thanks to Missy, what could have been a disaster waiting to happen turned into a solid partnership and romance.

While the media continued to report that Storm Shadow had been defeated and was gone, there was no mention of your real name. It seemed that Dale’s outburst had been contained to a certain extent. However, that didn’t mean there hadn’t been any harm done.

The day after agreeing to stay with Marcus, he had taken you back to your apartment to help you gather your things. As you’d arrived at your door, it was obvious it had been forced open. The two of you had cautiously entered to find the place trashed with slurs and threats covering the walls. Gathering up the things that were important to you, you were relieved to find nothing had been taken, but many things were completely broken beyond repair. You had managed to keep your shit together long enough to get back to Marcus’ house, at which point you collapsed and cried. You sobbed until you could barely move. Marcus held you. Missy made you hot chocolate and helped you get the spare room, now your room, how you liked it.

True to his word Tech-No had continued to hunt down the original reports but to no avail. Joining you and Marcus one night for dinner, he explained that the trail was bouncing around so much that he thought the files were constantly being moved. Whoever had them definitely wanted to keep hold of them. You all agreed that if the original reports were ever made public, it would destroy the Heroic’s public image. All trust in them would be gone.

Looking around the garden, you mused over where you now found yourself. It was odd, completely the opposite of anything you could have predicted, but you were happy. Sitting in the sunshine, you could hear Missy excitedly telling her father about something a friend at school had said. They both laughed as they joined you in the garden.

“Good day?” You smiled up at Missy. She nodded, grinning as she took her seat. You looked over at Marcus as he sat and gave your hand a squeeze. “And you?”

“We had the meeting today.”

You and Missy stilled, both watching Marcus. You had forgotten about the meeting. He’d told Ms Granada about the reports a couple of weeks ago once he and the others were sure she wasn’t involved. Today had been a meeting with the board that oversaw the Heroics to discuss the matter with them.

“How did it go?” You sat up straighter in your chair. “What happens now?”

“Ms Granada and I put forward a plan to the board to come forward about the cover-ups.” Marcus explained. “Like you both said, it was best if it came from us rather than us being exposed.”

“Let me guess.” Missy scowled. “They didn’t go for it.”

“No, they did.” Marcus gave you both a small smile. “In fact, everything is being planned as we speak.”

“Wow.” You were shocked. You had expected more resistance. “That’s going to be… messy.”

“Yup.” Missy let out a loud sigh.

“Yes, but it needs to happen. We need to be honest, and this all happened because we were lying.” Marcus took his glasses off, turning them over in his hands nervously. “We still don’t know who started it or who was doing it or why, but hopefully, this will either expose them or make them leave.”

“You ready for this?” You reached out, taking his hand again.

“Everything is going to change after this.” Marcus nodded. “But it needs to.”

It was later that evening that B called you. Marcus had gotten you a new phone when yours began to receive vile messages and late-night calls. You had never given B your new number. You hadn’t needed to. She had texted you the day after congratulating you on your latest purchase.

“Sup.” B’s deadpan greeting made you smile each time.

“Hey.” You were sat in your room quietly watching a movie. “You got an update for me?”

“Yeah, but you’re not gonna like it.” B huffed, her nonchalant persona briefly slipping. “Fuck, I don’t like it, and your boyfriend is gonna flip his shit.”

“Tell me anyway.” You paused the movie and sat up on the edge of the bed. “I’d rather know than be in the dark.”

“There’s no way to sugarcoat this. Professor Thaddeus was inside Heroics HQ.” B paused as you gasped, clapping your hand over your mouth. “I don’t know for how long, but we’re talking years. Probably the better part of two decades.”

“Fuck.”

“Yup. He’s been manipulating the Heroics for when he wanted to bring them down.” You heard B let out a long sigh. “He plays the long game; I gotta give him that. When you started working with Moreno, it threatened to expose him.”

“Cos I told Marcus about Heroics taking credit for things.��

“Yup.” You could hear movement on B’s end of the line. Wherever she was, she was shuffling something. “Anyway, he’s gone now, and I can’t fucking find him. Even with the help of Tech-No.”

“You’ve been working with Tech-No?” You all but leapt to your feet. B had been openly working with a Heroic? You wondered for a moment if Tech-No knew who she really was.

“Yeah, dude.” B laughed. “The time for all that villain vs heroes shit is done. The Prof has been using the Heroics for years to undermine other powered people. It never had to be them vs us. And I’ll tell you, the boss, she isn’t letting this go. We’ll find him, and he’s in for one hell of a shock when we do.”

“Good.” It was your turn to laugh now. All the power of the ‘villain’ community and the Heroics would be brought to bear on Professor fucking Thaddeus. “Let me know. I want to be there.”

“Thinking of getting back into the game?” B asked cheekily, and you knew she already knew the answer. “Gonna need a new name and costume if you do. Or haven’t you heard? Storm Shadow has been defeated.” B laughed at the last word.

“I never liked that name anyway.” You sat back down, still laughing. “And I could use an updated look.”

“Well then, Zephyr,” B used the name you’d tried to get established when you first started out. It had never stuck with the media giving you their own name. “I have your first case. You remember the building collapse? The one where you and Mister Heroic worked so well together. Well, my sources tell me it was brought down by the guy you pulled from the rubble.”

“What?” You stopped laughing in an instant. You remembered him. He had been so shocked and badly hurt. That day had been a blur, but you’d asked Jada to look into what brought the building down. She’d never found anything. Structural failure was declared the official cause. “How the fuck did that guy collapse a building on himself?”

“Get this.” You could hear more shuffling on B’s end. “He brought it down by accident when he came into his powers.”

“That makes no sense.” You shook your head, standing up and pacing around your room. “We get our powers as kids. They’re part of our DNA.”

“Not his.” Something fell over, and B cursed. After a few moments, she continued. “He was born powerless. But now, well, now he’s one of you guys. I paid him a little visit and, friendly person that I am, got him to tell me how he got superpowers.”

“Where?” You were scrambling to understand what B was telling you. “How?”

“He says he got them from an underground club. Very select. They have to invite you, and it’s never in the same place twice.” B almost sounded like she was enjoying this.

“So you’re telling me that some secret group is giving adults random powers?” You could hardly believe it. This could easily turn into a disaster.

“Seems that way.” B chuckled. She was definitely enjoying this. “Maybe you should team up with the Heroics to take them down.”

You grinned at the idea. You teaming up with the Heroics to take down some bad guys? Stranger things had happened.

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