#took away so many flashes but theres still. way too many.

[christakisbang]

[divineerdrick]

Homestuck: Beyond Canon Upd8 for July 23, 2024

Alright! We've got a new Upd8, and apparently it's a doozy! As usual, we'll start with the news post first!

Oh! There's a vod of the SAHcon panel. Might have to look that up.

James mentions a "big flash," and wants to give the team a break before either they start work on it or they drop it (wasn't sure here). I'm all for this. I don't want this team to burn out. Apparently there's progress on the plush, but James isn't telling us yet because it might not make it into the final version. Other than that, it's just this upd8. They're planning on more like it, so this won't be the only one of this style.

And what is this style?

It's a freakin' visual novel is what!

Looking at the options we have some basic VN selections, including options for skipping text. We have a History panel, which hopefully will allow us to go back to prior choices. We can also save and load. We don't have an option for full screen, so that's a little frustrating. But otherwise, away we go!

Yay! New talk sprites!

Absolutely love this one!

Oh man! Tavros got sucked into this too? Or is this some sort of construct or projection?

Oh wow. Vriska's trying to reconcile and every time she gets a prompt, she comes up with something else awful she did to him. I'd say we could be here a while, but I'm pretty sure she's going to lose patience soon.

"Hours later, but not many." Or we do that XD

Vriska doesn't get that the patterns that lead her here are the problem. She doesn't understand that being "an expert on this revenge thing," is part of the problem. The problem was that she was always trying to force Tavros to conform to some image of strength she had for him in her head, and used only the methods that she thought made her strong. That is, when she wasn't just losing her patience and doing something out of spite and anger.

Just as she thought she made things square with him before, she's not listening to him now. She's still never gotten that her failure to help Tavros wasn't Tavros's fault. It's always been her fault for not trying to understand who Tavros was and what he needed. By trying to help Tavros get revenge on her, she's just repeating the pattern again.

"Before I screw your life up," wow, I think she might have just had a genuine realization there! That's what she needs, though she still needs to understand why. She needs to understand why she did it, and why it caused Tavros so much suffering.

"Kill me." Oh wow. We've literally been exactly here before. How can she not realize that it didn't work then, and it's not going to work now!

"TAVROS: nO, i LOVE TO RUN AND, i DO NOT PLAN ON STOPPING, aNY TIME SOON,"

Ouch.

"Thief: Do the right thing."

Oh this is so not going to be the right thing.

Wow. She looks way too happy to have gotten Tavros to kill her. She is so not going to be happy when this almost certainly doesn't turn out to have worked.

Yep! That sure looks like we're back where we started! Respawn time!

Yay! Davepetasprite^2 talk sprites!

'Nother Vriska talk sprite. Is this a look from her past we haven't seen yet?

Hah! Groundhogs Day reference.

Sorry Davepeta, you can't help but make that innuendo sexual. It is your nature. Well half your nature.

Oh wow! When they said, Year 2, they weren't depicting a second point in the time frame. Vriska has been at this for over a year! "welcome to hell"

Whatever problems Dave and Nepeta respectively had, they just can't relate to the twisted mindset Vriska adopted to survive on Alternia.

"purrppets and then theres pawppet33rs" That one took me a while.

I think Davepeta just admitted that both Dave and Nepeta prefer to follow and let someone else be in control of things. No wonder Dave put up with so much of Jade's constant desires to form a stable polycule. I think I'll have some more to say about this later. Might even put it in a separate post.

Oh! Well that's that I guess! Might as well talk about this "panel" then.

So let's start with this. I do not believe in "leaders" and "followers". I think that's such a false dichotomy, that it barely deserves commentary. I think at best you can say that a person would be more likely to take charge, follow along, do there own thing, or disengage under sociologically normal circumstances. Already, that's four potential responses verse two, and these only apply under each person's "normal."

But even if we break it down to just "leaders" and "followers", Homestuck has already broken that dichotomy plenty of times. Take our beloved nub horned ball of of anger. Karkat presents at the beginning of Act 5 as a "leader." He was even somewhat good at it by Vriska's own admission. But Karkat was never happy as a "leader." He was doing it because he felt he had to. Being an exceptional bloodthirsty Troll warrior wasn't going to be good enough for him to avoid getting culled. He needed power, fear, and respect. He needed to be a "leader."

But once everything was over and he was given the chance to relax, he abandoned the role and was all the more happier for it. Pre Game Over, he wasn't particularly happy but he seemed less miserable than he did in game. And most of his anxiety revolved around not knowing where he stood with Dave and Terezi. Post Game Over he seems to have practically thrived. Letting Vriska, Rose, and Terezi handle all the planning and organization allowed him to finally enjoy life for once.

But now on Candy Earth C, he's a "leader" again. While he seems to be delegating a lot to Meenah, he's still the one everyone looks to. And while I can't say our beloved Knight of Blood is thriving, he's definitely much more comfortable as a "leader" now.

So all of that being true, has HSBC made any case for any character being a "leader" or "follower"?

But let's assume the premise and say Davepeta is correct. I think Nepeta can be said to be a "follower" in such a dichotomy. Even when it upset her, she still went along with Equius's wishes. But I would still stress she didn't exactly get a lot of screen time. We never got to know how Nepeta might have developed as a character over a full Homestuck run.

But what about Dave? Does Homestuck depict Dave as a "follower"? We definitely have plenty of examples of Dave going along with the plans and wishes of others. But I feel like we have far more examples of him taking initiative, doing his own thing, or even refusing to go along with a plan. Dave didn't want to play SBURB. Dave ignored Jade's advice to let the Crow hatch the egg. While he followed Terezi's plan, he eventually needed a break and basically broke with her after they finished the time loop. When Jade needed help, he acted on his own to get her situated in the game. He didn't like Rose's plan and refused to let her be the one to sacrifice herself when it seemed like that was the only option. He refuses to go along with Karkat's plans to try and setup quadrants with Terezi. In Game Over, he jumps into the fray to try and placate and then fend off Jack and PM. In Collide he takes the lead roll in the Strife at several points, including being the one to land the killing blow. Even Davepeta, as Vriska points out, was the one that secured victory against Lord English.

I think at most, what can be said is that normally Dave prefers to go with the flow. As he puts it, "maybe id rather just be like the dave of guy." This is one of those places where again, I have to ask if Homestuck has ever depicted a "leader/follower" dichotomy. Dave really seems happiest when he's just being Dave doing Dave things. Given a fully informed choice, Dave might have done everything he could have to avoid the SBURB session taking place. He stayed on the sidelines as things went to shit on Earth C, even as Karkat was looking to him for help. I just don't see Dave as a "follower."

That doesn't mean he has any angle to relate to Vriska. But for being an enlightened Sprite^2, I don't think Davepeta's take is a good one.

[penneferofvenerburg]

A HEART FULL OF LOVE CHAPTER THREE

Title: A heart full of love

Henry Cavill x Reader

@jolly-polly @kebabgirl67 @themanfromu @endofalldays01 @greensleeves888 @starstruckkittyangel @luclittlepond @agniavateira @thelastsock @myloveforhenrycavill @eldarwen333 @everleigh44 @libbymouse @needmorereading @marytudorbrandon @amberangel112 @cynic-spirit @cherry-gemz @enchantedbytomandhenry @wheretheriversrunintothesea

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Georgie was happily minding her own business walking Frodo in her sweat pants and running gear (which she usually wore when walking her dog) Frodo was a little Frenchie he was adorable and Georgina adored him.

Frodo,  was not only Georginas best friend apart from Poppy but he also consistently there whenever she needed him to be he provided comfort where there was no human contact even whole watching a scary movie (which Georgie hated)

Normally, she would never consider a dog park of all places to catch a guy, but as Poppy said " needs must"! Well she didn't actually say that she hinted it. Walking though the gates at the top of the park, Frodo's ears pricked up at the sound of dogs barking.

Georgie and frodo continued their walk down to the dog park, it was the middle of Janurary and still very cold fog all about the place so visability was poor in a car walking on the other hand appeared to be ... just fine.

Wrapping up against the clams was essential for Georgie as she was a declite little thing and could easily catch a cold and with the flu going about as well with elderly people getting sicker and ending up in hospital.... probably not the best time to come out but the dog had to have his exercise and it would Georgina good to get some too.

Her iphone was in her coat pocket and decided to concentrate on the naturalism around her. She took in a brisk breath of fresh air.

She'd walked the path in the park so many times she knew it like the back of her hand.

Suddenly, this huge black and white American fluffy atkita came gambolwing toward her and Frodo, had no way of defence so Georgie hurriedly tucked his lead and pulled him away, but the Akita was not giving up, he begun to bark at Frodo, barked back at him.

" Kal! Leave him alone hes only little far too small for you pal"! A voice shouted after the atkita.

When Georgina looked she could not believe her eyes she was actually standing in the park with her secret celebrity crush .... Henry Cavill she kept regained her senses and had tight on to Frodo's lead.

" Frodo shh look he wants to play! Georgina tentatively slackened the lead, Frodo was curious at first just stood there silent, the atkita gently approached him Frodo the Frenchie.

Terrified shaking, Georgie looked at the dogs owner worked that the atkita might attack him, the owner of the dog tries distracting the massive atkita but it fails, " Will he bite my dog"? She asked him nervously.

" No absolutely not Kal doesn't bite anyone do you buddy"! The owner fussed him, Georgie watched the huge man stick out his hand toward Frodo, " Does he bite"? The huge man asked with a smile that reached his eyes. " No hes as a calm as they come"! Georgie answered with smile., she looked at the huge man with a beard and thought she had seen him before, Georgie begun to squeal internally, she grabbed her phone suddenly she regnoized him ...... it was him .... it was Superman Clark Kent/Charles Brandon Duke of Suffolk.

" hello little one! Hey it's okay"! The man cooed at Frodo Kal obidently sar beside his master, " see Kal! This nice dogs not going to hurt you"! The man smiled, Georgie took a step closer toward Frodo, " we theres no need to ask what your name is there dude? Your Kal aren't you"? Georgie smiled stratching the soft atkita behind ears.

" so! What's your name"? The huge man asked with a flashing board smile, georgie was a little nervous at first to answer him as she tentatively sat beside Frodo on the grass, " oh my names Georgina but my closest friends call me Georgie"! She repiled trying to avert the man's gaze, his eyes were so blue with a brown tint in the left one.

" Well it's a pleasure to meet Georgina! He stuck out his huge hand for her to shake, she put her small hand into his and fingers wrapped around it like a glove,  " I'm Henry .... Henry Cavill and this is anti naughty at the moment barking mad best friend Kal"! Georgie felt the blood rush to her ears she could hear her own heart beating fast as if it was doing F1 lap at Silverstone. " breathe georgie breathe"! She reminded herself, as she sat there, she felt that she could trust the handsome man's word and let Frodo off his lead for a run, as did Henry with Kal.

" Go on then go play"! Georgie encouraged her own dog to play with Kal. Georgina begun to relax in Henry's presence he had such a beautiful face and that smile she loved that smile. " I haven't seen you here before"! Georgie lamented with a flashing smile, she too had ocean blue eyes and Red russet hair tied back in a ponytail.

" Haven't you? Lord above! ... thats strange"! Georgie continues to chat, I come to walk Frodo every day in fact every morning when I can be bothered to eventually wrangle myself out of bed ... that's on a weekend though only"! She emphasized the only with her first finger on her hand. Henry's mind begun to whirl about this gorgeous young woman who he'd surprisingly not seen before.

[oswildin]

Not The Same As It Was {Steven Grant x F!Reader}

Request: Steven Grant and the reader are dating. Steven doesn’t know that his girlfriend was an apprentice of Dr. Strange that fought the war in the endgame. She adores him, but she doesn’t want him to get jeopardised. But they still got together. The guilt keeps bigger and bigger every day, and one day. Steven was acting odd. He even disappeared for a few days, she tried to reconnect with him but he just disappeared. When she heard that theres a ruckus, she headed on the direction where Steven was in, she encountered a strange looking person wearing a suit. She thought it was him who caused all the ruckus and tries to fight him (slight Marc x reader} - @oyasumimosura

Warning: Slight mentions of sleep disorder/PTSD

Red italics = Marc

Blue italics = Steven

It had been a year since you experience the worst 5 years of your life. It had been a year since you helped in the battle against Thanos and witnessed death around you. It took a while for you to adjust back to ‘normal life’, after you decided you couldn’t do it anymore. Even now you were still suffering with the memories of the war. The only reason you were even involved was because you were Stephen Stranges’ apprentice, and they needed all hands on deck.

You often found yourself bolting awake in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat and feeling panicked, remnants of the last few years flashing through your mind, seeping into your dreams. Of course, you also had a therapist. How could you not? But apart from your therapist you didn’t really have many friends, no one to really reach out to.

Until you met Steven.

You were in one of your favourite places, the library, when you met him. It was a place that helped keep you calm, help you to escape reality and focus on something else other than your own troubles. You found yourself absentmindedly waltzing down the history aisle, looking through what the place had to offer when you noticed a new promotion stand, holding a bunch of new ancient Egypt books. Raising your brow, you headed towards it, beginning to sift through the books to find one that peaked your interest. Reaching out your hand, you found one that had caught your eye, but as you grabbed it, it appeared someone else also had the same idea as you as another hand bumped into your own. You jumped, turning to see warm brown eyes staring at you.

“Oh- sorry!” The man let go of the book, bringing his hand back towards him. You noted his tired expression along with a name tag on his jacket that read ‘Steven’. “I didn’t realise you were going for the book.” He said softly, nodding towards the book that had found its way into your hand. “Good choice.” He gave a small smile.

“No worries.” You breathed out. “You can take it if you want.” You held it out to him as he looked confused for a moment, before quickly shaking his head.

“I couldn’t possibly- You had it first.” He almost stood a little awkwardly. “Besides, I probably already know the stuff that’s in it.” He shrugged lamely. “Bit of a history geek.” You gave him a small smile.

“Is that so?” You raised a brow. “Sadly, I can’t say the same. But I feel like I need something new to learn about.” You told him. “Or something to help send me to sleep.” You joked.

“Well, hopefully it does the job. Either way.” He gave you one last smile before turning to move away. However, you watched him as he seemed to pause, before turning back to you. “Sorry-“ He apologised, as you suddenly noticed the nervous tone of his voice. “I dunno if this is a bit too forward-“ He choked out. “But er-“ He scratched his head. “I dunno, what if I gave you my number?” He rushed out as you furrowed your brows at him. “Maybe I could borrow the book after you’re done with it? I don’t know, maybe that’s a lame idea-“

You quickly cut him off, nodding as you blurted out ‘yes’ before realising. Damn it. You weren’t supposed to be doing this. It was best you didn’t. Right? But as soon as you saw his eyes light up at your answer all that doubt seemed to melt away.

“Oh!” He seemed shocked. “Good.” He nodded. “Good, good, good.” He repeated as you laughed lightly at him, as you delved into your bag, searching for your phone for him to put his number into. “I don’t normally do this.” He said quietly.

“Neither do I.” You replied simply, watching as he inputted his number. “But I’m trying to do new things.” Cause my therapist told me to. “Branching out.” You instead said, soon after you spoke your phone was being taken back into your hand. “I’m (Y/N), by the way.”

“Oh, erm-“ He pointed to his name tag. “Steven.” He introduced himself. “Steven with the v.” You gave him a smile. Adorable. Absolutely adorable.

No. No. No. You’re just doing this to get your therapist off your back.

“Nice to meet you, Steven with the v.”

And that’s how it had started. In a library. The next time you saw him it was that the museum he worked at, as you had kept your end of the deal and wanted to let him borrow the book. So, you had arranged to drop it off to him. You’d sent a few texts back and forth but nothing too in depth. It seemed to you Steven was also a bit of a loner. You approached the giftshop, as Steven had told you that’s the department he worked at, and sure enough you could see him at the shops counter, looking like he was zoned out. You walked towards the shop.

“Excuse me, do you sell life size sarcophagus’?” You asked, as Steven finally noticed you were approaching, a confused look on his face at your question. “I’m thinking of redecorating, and beds are so 2022. I’m looking for something more 2686 BCE.” You joked as he finally seemed to get your drift as he let out a chuckle of his own.

“Sadly, we don’t I’m afraid.” He faked disappointment. “But, you can put in a request, I’m sure they will consider it.” He leant against the counter as you stood in front of him. “I can see it being a popular seller along with our very on brand jelly sweets.” He said the last few words with distaste as he gestured to the bags of sweets that sat on the counter.

“That’s disappointing. I will have to take my decor business else where.” You smirked, before moving to reach into your bag as you pulled out the book you had promised to give to him. “But, I suppose I should leave this with you before I go.” His smile faltered slightly at your words. He took the book from you gently as he muttered a ‘cheers’.

“How was it?” He asked, raising a curious brow.

“It was ok. I mean I learnt from it. Don’t know how much I retained though.” You admitted. “To be honest I just liked the pictures.” You joked.

“Well, as much as I love books, it’s not quite the same as learning on a tour.” He said softly, peering down at the book before an idea popped into his mind. “Are you busy?” He looked up at you, a hopeful glint in his eye.

“Well, I was going to go to another museum to see if they stocked any sarcophagus’-“ You paused, fawning a look of thought. “But I suppose I could do that tomorrow.” He pointed at you, almost excitedly.

“I’m going to give you a tour.” He walked round from behind the counter, leaving the book on it, as you pursed your lips at him. “Bring the history to life as they say.” He stood in front of you, watching as you couldn’t help but smile.

“Okay.” You agreed. “You’ve convinced me. Teach me about ancient Egypt.”

As you walked around the exhibits with Steven, he became very animated in his body and facial expressions. Something you couldn’t help but smile at. He really did have a passion for it.

“Oh! And of course, can’t forget!” He exclaimed, pushing you gently in the right direction, his hand on your back. You could’ve melted right there. “The pyramids of Giza!” He stopped you both at a replica model of some pyramids. “And no, there’s no correlation between ‘geezer’-“ He put on a thicker accent on the word, making you chuckle. “And Giza.” He finished. “They were royal tombs built for three different pharaohs. The northernmost and oldest pyramid of the group-“ He pointed to one, his body leaning towards your own as he pointed it out to you. “-was built for Khufu, the second king of the 4th dynasty, it’s called the Great Pyramid.” He finished as his head turned towards you, as you hadn’t realised you’d in fact been looking at him this whole time and not what he was pointing at. You both felt your cheeks grow warm as he cleared his throat, taking a small step away from you, clearly self conscious that he had gotten so close and so excited about what he was talking about. “Sorry.” He breathed out. “Sometimes I get a bit too into it.” You shook your head at him.

“Don’t be silly.” You paused. “It’s endearing. It’s nice to see someone who’s passionate about something.” You admitted as he felt his lip twitch upwards slightly. “And you’re right, tours are a much better way to learn.”

“Would you like to get dinner?”

You were surprised at his sudden question as it seemed to appear out of the blue. You looked like a deer caught in headlights.

Of course you wanted to get dinner. How could you not? He was attractive, intelligent, sweet and kind.

“It’s ok, if you don’t.” He obviously picked up on your unsureness. “Completely understandable-“ His shoulder began to slump slightly as you felt your heart ache at the sight.

“I’d love to.”

His head snapped back up to you as you had already spoken before even realising. You had to stop doing that.

“Really?” He raised a brow, seemingly bewildered by your response.

“Of course. You’re a nice guy Steven. I’d be stupid not to say yes.”

And that’s how you ended up here. Going against everything your brain was yelling at you.

He’s going to get hurt.

You can’t allow yourself to get close to anyone!

You haven’t even told him the truth yet.

You were sat in his flat, on the sofa, your head laying on his shoulder as a blanket was thrown over you both as you watched TV.

Too late for that now brain.

“I wonder what Gus likes to watch.” Steven blurted out as you laughed. “Eh? What do you want on?” He looked back at Gus who was happily swimming around in his tank. He began to flip the channels. “Bit of reality TV? Na,-“ Flip. “Cooking show?”

“And that’s how you make a good old fashioned fish ca-“

“Maybe not.” He quickly flipped the channel as you laughed. Steven was funny. Whether he realised it or not, he had a very good sense of humour. Probably without realising it. “Oh! A film.” Suddenly the jaws theme sounded through the flat as you couldn’t help but laugh at the shock on Steven’s face. “Oh, sorry Gus.” He switched the TV off. “Doesn’t seem like there’s much TV for fishies.”

“I don’t think fish were their target market when they made TVs.” You commented as he hummed in agreement, you pushed yourself off his shoulder as he looked at you, missing the warm of your body. Those big brown eyes.

God. How could you let this happen?

You didn’t care. You leant forwards, allowing your lips to crash with his own. Even after a few months of dating, he would still get flustered and surprised when you kissed him. Eventually, he would settle into it, allowing his hands to rest on your waist as he pulled you closer. He made you feel like the most important person in the world. In the universe even.

He’d told you about his sleeping disorder. And of course, you were very understanding, considering you yourself had your own sleep issues. On occasion, he would be late for a date or even sometimes miss it completely, but he would always immediately ring you and apologise profusely and make it up to you. In any other situation, you would feel something was wrong. That perhaps he wasn’t happy or was in fact doing things behind your back, but Steven wasn’t like that. At all. And you knew that.

Pulling away, you stared at him deeply as he moved his hand to move a strand of hair out of your face.

“Sometimes I can’t believe you’re real.” He told you in a whisper as you gave him a smile.

“Unfortunately for you, I am.” You joked as he shook his head.

“No, no.” He almost whined out. “Luckily for me.” He corrected you. “Stay.” He paused. “Please.” You nodded, kissing his forehead gently as you both moved, much to your comforts disappointment. However, as soon as you made it to the bed, your comfort flowed back into your bones as you laid with him, allowing him to wrap his arms around you as you leaned into his warmth. Soon, you found yourself kissing him once again, but this time it began to become more filled with passion and intent.

“Gus- Time to go to sleep.” He muttered over his shoulder at the fish, who seemingly was swimming around oblivious to what his owner was implying as you laughed at his words.

A week later, you appeared at Steven’s apartment fairly late after a late impromptu therapy session. You’d had a nightmare, and it had triggered you to call your therapist and explore it. It was about Steven. He had gotten hurt because of you. And as much as your guilt was eating you alive from the inside, you needed him. He was the only constant in your life, and you didn’t want to give him up. Plus, your therapist had insisted you told him everything. Be honest. Maybe it would help ease your conscience.

Knocking at his door, you heard a slight shuffle, before it opened, revealing Steven who looked confused at you being at his flat so late.

“Hey-“ You breathed out. “Can I come in?” You thought it was odd he hadn’t immediately stepped aside to let you in. You’d never have to ask. He finally stepped aside, letting you in. You peered at him, feeling weird under his gaze. It didn’t quite feel how it usually did. When he looked at you, it wasn’t like he was looking at his whole world. It was as though he was looking at an acquaintance. Maybe he was sleep walking? “You ok?” You asked as the door closed behind you. Steven nodded simply in response. “Erm, can we talk?” You asked, as he stated at you in silence. “It’s nothing bad.” You reassured him, as you knew he would immediately panic… At least he normally would.

You found yourself telling him everything. You opened up, admitting your past, telling him your fears. The whole time he just sat and listened. There was no comfort. Or even acknowledgement. You turned to him, furrowing your brows.

“What’s wrong? Is it what I’ve said?” You worried, fearing you had scared him off. You’d just told him you’d been in battle, you’ve killed… You had to. But he just stared before sighing, putting his face in his hand for a moment. “Oh, god it is isn’t it?” You felt panic rising in your chest. Before you could become upset he finally spoke.

“No.” His voice was different, lower in tone, more rough around the edges and had a slight American twang. It was as if he was trying to put on a British accent instead of naturally talking with it. “It’s not that.” He paused, turning to look at you. “I just want the best for you.” He said, and you couldn’t tell if it was sincere or not. “You don’t deserve that pain.” You didn’t know what was going on, but you needed those words. “Nothing will happen, I promise. You’ll be safe. And so will I.” He promised as you nodded slowly. He couldn’t promise that, not really, as far as you knew. But you accepted it. You didn’t have the energy to argue. “Why don’t you get some sleep? I’ll join you in a bit.”

You found your feet answering for you as you dragged yourself towards his bed. It felt empty and cold without him next to you. You closed your eyes, trying to sleep, but struggled as you drifting in and out. You didn’t know how long it had been, but eventually the space next to you became full, as you felt a pressure indent the mattress. You instinctively turned, wrapping an arm around the body next to you, as you shuffled closer, feeling the warmth flooding the bed.

When Steven woke up, he was surprised to feel someone next to him. He furrowed his brows, opening his eyes as he peered over, seeing you fast asleep in your usual position when you stayed the night.

When did you get there? Did you stay the night? Why didn’t he remember?

He felt that familiar feeling of dread filling his mind as he realised he’d clearly done it again. Slept walk.

That was the first instance of weirdness from Steven. After that it had become more of a recent trend with him. More instances of him supposedly ‘sleep walking’. You had begun to grow concerned over the frequency of it, suggesting he spoke to someone about it. The weirdest part about that night is he didn’t remember anything you had told him, making your guilty conscience grow further.

The latest instance of Steven’s odd behaviour was you hadn’t heard from him in three days. You even visited his flat, with no answer. Your anxiety grew with every hour of the days, as you even camped out outside his flat overnight one of the days, just hoping he would appear.

You decided to head to his flat once again, just praying he would show up or there’d be a sign he had been there. As you got out the lift, you could hear noises coming from down the hall. You furrowed your brows, quickly approaching his flat door as you listened hearing a commotion from inside.

Shit.

This was your fault.

Who was in there? What did they know? Had they hurt Steven?

You didn’t hesitate as you used all your strength to kick down the door. You’d apologise to Steven about it later. If he was ok. As the door flew open, you entered to see a masked figure all in white staring at you, wide eyed. Well from what you could decipher from the mask at least. He was in a white suit, and stood in the middle of the flat. Before the person could speak, you used your powers to throw him backwards as his back hit the wall, causing him to groan in pain.

“Who the fuck are you?!” You exclaimed, storming over to him. The figure laid on the floor, pushing themselves up slowly as they tried to hold out a hand as if to say ‘stop’. You once more used your powers to throw him across the flat, causing him to fly into the side of the fridge that sat in the kitchen, causing a loud bang as his back came into contact with it.

Damn Steven. Your girl is beating your ass right now.

“Shut up!” You heard the person hiss as you narrowed your eyes, moving to stand over him, hands up as you conjured your magic, trying to look as threatening as possible.

“Where’s Steven?” You asked, anger lacing your voice. “What have you done to him?”

“I-it’s me.” He wheezed out, barely audible as you almost growled in annoyance, getting ready to make another move but suddenly the suit seemed to shimmer away, along with the mask as you saw…

“Steven?” You breathed out, breathing heavily.

“Hello.” He gave you a small wave, still trying to recover from your blows.

“Oh my-“ You cut yourself off, dropping your hands as you knelt in front of him, grabbing his face in your hands. “I’m so sorry. I thought you were a bad guy.” You rushed out, shaking your head.

“Nope. Not a bad guy.” He held his chest as you immediately felt sorry. “Where did that come from?” He asked, his eyes searching yours. “W-with the-“ He imitated your hand movement as you looked at him sheepishly.

You’d eventually helped him up, laying him on the sofa as you grabbed a bag of frozen peas from the freezer, handing them to him as he placed them on his chest.

“So…” He awkwardly began. “My girlfriend’s a wizard.” He breathed out as you shook your head.

“Not a wizard.” You told him, moving his legs up to sit down before placing them down onto your lap. “And anyway, you’re one to talk.” You huffed. “What are you? Coronal Sanders?”

Told you.

“It’s kinda a weird one.” He sighed. “Been trying to work it out myself.” You both sat in silence for a few minutes, both of you trying to wrap your heads around your current situation.

“Sorry Gus.” Steven finally spoke again, looking over at the tank, seeing his fish swimming around. “We didn’t mean to scare you.” You couldn’t help but let a small smile fall onto your lips. “Sometimes mummies and daddies fight, but doesn’t mean they don’t still love each other.” You shook your head at his antics, knowing he was using humour to dissolve the tension.

“I thought you were dead.” You said outright as he stated at you, apologetic eyes. “I thought I’d got you killed.” He groaned as he slowly sat up, his legs falling back to the ground as he sat upright.

“I’m sorry.” He said softly. “I never meant to scare you, or worry you or- or- or even leave you as long as I did.” He sighed. “It wasn’t my choice.” He quickly glanced at his reflection in a nearby picture frame as you furrowed your brows.

“What do you mean? Is someone making you do this?” You asked, leaning forwards, protectiveness in your stance.

“Sort of.” He slumped his shoulders. “I’ll start from the beginning…”

Steven told you everything. About Marc, Khonshu, the scarab… The creatures he’d seen and fought. You sat and listened intently, trying to understand his stumbling words.

“So, that night… I came to you and told you about all… well, this-“ You gestured to yourself. “It wasn’t you.” You realised as he nodded. “It was Marc…” You stated as he nodded again.

“You apparently weren’t supposed to see him.” He told you. “He’s tried to stay away when you’re around.”

“Why?”

“Because he doesn’t want you involved.” He told you softly. “He doesn’t want you to get hurt I guess.” He shrugged.

I wanted a normal life for you Steven. I told you not to go looking.

“Yes I know.” Steven sighed, as you realised he was looking at his reflection again, seemingly talking to Marc.

We need to keep going. We need to finish the mission, then you can go back to your little life you’ve made for yourself. And no. She can’t come.

“Steven, it’s ok.” You put a hand on his arm. “Look I understand this, more than most.” You let out a breathy laugh. “Not all of it… But I understand. And Marc, I also get it.” You said as you stared at Steven in the eyes. “But if you get Steven hurt, or even dead… I’ll never forgive you.” You told him seriously as Steven felt a chill run up his spine at your words. You stood up, going to grab your jacket as you turned your back to him.

“If he dies, I die also.” You heard a familiar voice answer, but this time there was no faking a British accent. You paused, turning to see Steven… Well, Marc. He wore the same stony gaze he had last time you encountered him. “So trust me when I say, I don’t want that to happen.”

“Yeah, but Steven isn’t like us.” You told him. “Steven isn’t used to this life.” He looked down for a moment. “It’s all we’ve known. The fighting, the loss, the pain… It isn’t fair to put him through it.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” He snapped, seemingly exhausted having to already have dealt with Steven’s arguing. “Do you think I want this life? What about what I want!” You sighed at the man, taking a step back towards him as he stood in the middle of the room.

“Sadly, we can’t choose what kind of life we live.” You said softly. “But you can help Steven. You can help him have a normal life. And through him… Maybe you could too.” His eyes softened at your words as he closed them for a second, letting a breath out.

“That’s why I’m doing this.” He said gruffly. “As soon as I’ve done this mission, the deal is off with Khonshu. Then we’re all safe.” You furrowed your brows at his words.

“What do you mean? We’re all safe?” You repeated his words to him as he gave you a hard stare. He was hiding something. Something from you and Steven. It was clear now. “Tell me.” He bit his lip, his jaw tensing.

“Khonshu has his eye on another for his next avatar.” He admitted as you listened. “Unless I complete this mission he will go ahead and use them. Make them his next subject.”

(Y/N)…

“Yes.” Marc muttered, clearly not to you. “We need to do this for her.” You didn’t know what was happening, but as soon as Marc had appeared, he was gone, Steven back in his place, with a new look of worry etched onto his face.

“I get that you’re worried.” Steven told you, walking to you as he grabbed your hand, clasping it in his own. “So am I.” He paused. “In fact that’s a lie. I’m scared shitless.” He let out a breathy laugh as you looked up at him. “But I have to do this. Then we can be together. Properly. And I can make sure we have the best, most boring life-“ He joked as you laughed.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty.” You teased as he gave you a small watery smile.

“I love you.”

You froze.

Did he just?

Wow Steven, didn’t know you had it in you.

“I love you too, you big idiot.”

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Hi, I love your stories, If you are taking requests I would love Lizzie x Reader with "” Bless you… Bless you! Are you okay- bless you again!” “Bless you! Are you sure you are ok? You never sneeze this much.” Driving home after a long day at set. !

Driving Her Home

Hey! I absolutely loved writing this, it was honestly so cute. I’d had this rec along with soo many others for so long so hopefully everyone enjoys :)

Summary: You’ve both had an incredibly long day at set, you’re both tired but when driving home it becomes obvious that one of you is feeling a little more worst then the other

Wordcount: 1305

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You tapped rhythmically on the steering-wheel of your car as you continued the journey back to your house. The roads were particularly quiet at this hour, the window of your car was down slightly, letting a refreshing evening breeze flow through the car, however all you could hear was the humming of the engine and accompanied by the small snores of the woman sleeping in the passenger seat beside you.

You’d both had an incredibly long day filming at set. The scenes had taken so long to perfect, combined with that, there were numerous stunts which had to be filmed as well. It was safe to say you were both beyond tired, Lizzie especially.

It had taken her less then 5 minutes to fall asleep after climbing into your car. It didn’t come as a surprise though. Lizzie had seemed tired even before the filming had begun that morning.

You were still about around 40 minutes away from your house when you heard Lizzie begin to stir next to you. She gave a sleepy-sounding moan as she slowly woke up.

“Hey there sleepyhead.” You cooed, flashing her a quick smile before turning back the road.

“H-hih’tshhoo!” Lizzie’s suddenly pitched forward as she gave a highpitched sneeze, her body barely had time to fully wake before she was hit with another two, “Hh’iishiew! Hi’hhtshhiew!”

“Goodness sweetie. Is that your new way of saying hello?” You chuckled before blessing her, you waited a moment for her to finish yawning before asking, “You alright?”

“Sorry about that, my nose is being temperamental, Im fine.” She replied, but something didn’t seem right, her voice almost sounded small. Was that even possible?

You knew something wasn’t quite right. There was definitely something up with her voice, but you just couldn’t quite pinpoint it. You and Lizzie talked as you continued driving, roughly 20 minutes had passed without anything really happened. That was until Lizzie spoke up, her breath hitching the whole time.

“Hh- Do we have -Hih- any tissu- hiH- Hii’tshiiew! Hhep’tshhhh! HehH-HIT’SHIEW!” Her body lurched forward as each sneezed wracked through her body, each one seeming to drain her energy significantly.

“Bless you!” You exclaimed with a worried tone entwined within your voice, “Are you sure you’re okay? You never sneeze this much. Theres some tissues in the glove compartment too if you need them.”

Lizzie gave a thick sniffle and reached for the tissues, she took one and blew her nose, giving a small whine afterwards, “Im alright, just sniffly.”

Congestion seeped into her words, it slowly began to blur her consonants as she spoke. It was then that you were finally about to pinpoint the small tweak in her voice. It was hoarse. It sounded as if she’d spent the whole day shouting which surprisingly she hadn’t. She’d talked a lot yes, however she hadn’t exactly been shouting. You tried to find a logical reason for her to sound that way but even after talking all day it never usually resulted in her voice becoming this noticeably hoarse.

You gave a gentle hum, a sign you didn’t quite believe her earlier claim. The car rolled to a stop as you pulled up to a set of traffic lights, it gave you a chance to take a proper look at her. And well, she looked worst then you had expected. Despite her earlier nap, there were now slight bags beneath her eyes. Plus there was a tinge of red forming around the rims of her nose, something which definitely hadn’t been there earlier and you we’re almost certain you could almost make out a pink flush forming on her cheeks.

She definitely didn’t look ‘fine’. You were about to question her on it but her body seemed to react first. She had started to quickly fan her hand infront of her face, as a scrunched up pre-sneeze expression took hold.

Seconds later she suddenly ducked her head into her elbow, launching into a fit of sickly-wet sneezes, each other sounding more exhausting than the last.

“Goodness Elizabeth! Bless you, bless you!” You exclaimed, repeating your blessing as her fit continued, “Oh my, bless you! Wow, bless you again.”

Lizzie finally finished, slowly bringing her head out of her elbow to reveal a set of watery eyes and a now obviously-red nose.

“Ib really sorry-“ She paused to give a slight cough, her face growing red with embarrassment, “That was so gross, I dodt dow whats wrogg with be.” Thick congestion was no longer blurring her words, it was drowning them, making it hard for you to understand what she had been saying.

“Oh sweetie, you really don’t sound well, do you?” You reached over to move numerous strands of hair which had fallen loosely beside her face.” I think maybe you’re starting to come down with something baby.” You gave a sympathetic sigh as she slumped down further into the seat while reaching for another handful of tissues.

“Hu’htshoo!” She groaned from beneath her tissues before becoming quite for a moment, she sighed and quietly admitted, “I think maybe Im getting a cold.”

You nodded, it seemed obvious now that she said it aloud, “I think so too sweetie.”

A pang of sympathy raced through your heart. It was obvious that she wasn’t feeling good and judging from how she sounded, she probably hadn’t feel too good all day. What was worse was the fact that the pair of you had an incredibly packed schedule for the rest of the week and it was unlikely she’d be able to take a day off.

You made a mental note to wake up early and pick up some supplies in the morning since all the nearby shops would’ve been closed by now.

“Baby?” A small sniffle came from Lizzie, “Are we nearly home?

It was almost too dark to see the surroundings as you drove by. The road was only illuminated by dim overhead lampposts and the headlights both of your own car and any other occasional ones that happened to zoom past.

“We shouldn’t be long now sweetie, about 15 minutes or so.” You said assuringly. You heard another yawn from your wife beside you, “Then we can go and climb into bed and you can get some sleep, does that sound good?”

“Mhm” She agreed with a sniffle.

You smiled at her. You clicked the button on your steeling wheel to turn on the radio, making sure to keep the volume low. A small stream of music flowed out and you once again began to tap rhythmically on your steering wheel.

The rest of the journey had grown quite aside from the radio. You only had 10 minutes before you would be home when you heard that familiar sound. The sound of Lizzie’s gentle snores. You glanced over to see her asleep, leaning against the window. Even with her mouth slightly open, she looked adorable. Yes, she looked completely exhausted and sick but adorable nonetheless.

It wasn’t long before you were pulling into the driveway of your house. You switched off the engine and waited. Lizzie had remained asleep for the rest of the journey, not even moving positions and so you hated the thought of having to disrupt her further. You were about to give her a gentle shake when you paused, carefully retracting your hand from her shoulder. You gently climbed out of the car and carefully closed the door before making your way to the frontdoor of your house to unlock it.

You kept the frontdoor open as you made your way back to the car, carefully opening the passenger side door. You took your time and gently slid your hands beneath the form of your sleeping wife, letting her head fall against your shoulders.

Nobody ever said carrying your wife to bed was a crime, right?

[falcqns]

Hiiii! Long rant ahead 😅-

Can I please request a Bucky x civilian!fem!reader (Avengers au! Endgame never happened au! Bucky joined the Avengers au!) where Sam & Steve are friends with a civilian girl who Bucky starts to really like (but Bucky being Bucky, he’d be worried she would be scared of him, & he thinks he’s a monster 🥺 so he wouldn’t admit he likes her), she really likes him too, & one day when she’s spending the night at the Avengers HQ, he has another nightmare & she calms him down & goes to sleep on the floor with him & they cuddle & he kisses her 🥺 The next morning, Sam & Steve would go up to Bucky’s floor & see them cuddling on the floor of Bucky’s living room🥺 The rest of the Avengers would come up there out of curiosity & Tony would tease them so much & try to take pictures lol. Steve & Sam would be smug but also really happy for Bucky because she’d be good for him 🥺🥺🥺 Sam would annoy Bucky so much about it 😂😂💜🥰

you could never hurt me

pairing: Bucky Barnes x civilian!fem!reader

warnings: angst, fluff, soft!Bucky, almost sub!Bucky which I love and wanna write more of but im scared too bc idk if people want that, Tony being a dumb ass as usual, Sam and Steve are good friends

a/n: this got wayyy more fluffier than I planned on bc I've been diving into the little!Bucky tag on AO3 too much and he’s always such a sweetheart and I wanna write some but im too scared I’ll get hated on eep. Hope you enjoy and thank you for the request!

God, you adored Bucky.

Despite everything he had been through, he was such a sweetheart. He had a softness to him, a softness he didn’t show most people. 

You really didn’t expect to fall for him when you started running with Sam and Steve a few months prior, but you definitely weren’t complaining. However, despite the softness you saw, he seemed to hate you. 

You didn’t know why. He was never verbally rude, he’d often leave a room as soon as you’d enter it, and avoid you as much as possible. 

You’d been over to the compound plenty of times, but you had never spent the night. Tonight was Tony’s birthday party, and you wanted to talk to Bucky about why he hated you so much, but you didn’t see him at the party, or after. According to Steve, he hated parties, and tended to lock himself in his bedroom  until the party was over, when he would venture out and eat some of the left over food.

Once the party was over, you and the rest of the avengers, except Bucky, were sat in one of the many common areas drinking a few more beers before everyone retired for the night. 

You heard Bucky’s door shut behind him, and watched as he walked into the kitchen. The team seemed to completely ignore his presence, and that stung a little bit. Did they not see the sweet and innocent Bucky that you, Sam and Steve saw? You shook the thought out of your head as Bucky trudged back to his room with some food and a drink in his hand, completely ignoring his teammates. 

You sighed internally, and decided to bring it up another time. 

You had just settled into your bed for the night, when you heard noises from Bucky’s room, which was right beside yours. You ignored them at first, thinking they were just him moving around and getting ready for bed, just like you had moments before. But, soon you started to hear different noises. 

You stood up from the bed, and pressed your ear against the wall that separated the two rooms. It sounded like he was trying to call out for someone, and couldn't. Like he wanted to talk so badly, but his words were catching in his throat. You feared that he could be severely hurt, so you ran out of your room and knocked on his door. 

“Bucky, you okay?” You said, and the sounds only continued. As they got louder, you knocked again, but there was still no answer. You tried the door knob, but it was locked. You looked down the hallways and was tempted to knock on Steve’s door. You wanted to make sure he was okay and you were definitely not strong enough to kick the door in.  

Just as you were reaching Steve’s door, you heard a low shout, and sobs rip through the air. You ran back to the room and tried the door handle, which was still locked. You breathed deeply, as you tried to figure out what to do. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head. 

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” You asked hesitantly, and she answered right away. 

“What can I assist you with Ms Y/L/N?” 

You breathed in relief. “Can you unlock Bucky’s door for me?” 

“Sergeant Barnes has restricted access to his room. The only one who was access is Captain Rogers.” You groaned. 

“I just want to make sure he’s okay. He can get mad at me all he wants for breaking into the room but he doesn't sound okay,” You reasoned.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. responded instantly. “I agree. His heart rate and blood pressure are rising. I will unlock the door.” A second later, a low click was heard, and this time when you tried the door, it unlocked and you stepped into Bucky’s room. 

The sight of him broke your heart. 

He had abandoned his blankets on the floor and crawled into one of the corners. His knees were pulled up to his chest, and his forehead was resting on his knees as he cried his poor heart out. You rushed over, and crouched in front of him. 

“Bucky? Are you okay?” You asked, and he shook his head, trembling slightly. You heard his teeth chattering, so you grabbed the comforter from behind you, and wrapped it around his shoulders. His cries slowed slightly, and he looked up at you.

“W-why are you helping me?” He asked, stuttering slightly. 

You furrowed your brows. “You’re obviously not doing well, and I want to help you. Why wouldn't I help you?” 

Bucky choked out a laugh. “I thought you'd be scared of me. Of what I can do. Of what I've done.” 

You sat criss cross apple sauce in front of him, and took his metal hand into your flesh one. You held it up, and intertwined your fingers with his. “I’m not scared of you.” You said simply, and Bucky nodded, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks. 

He looked down at his lap. “I could hurt you.”

You scoffed and moved closer. Without letting go of his hand, you manoeuvred to your knees, and pushed his legs down flat. You straddled his lap, you free hand rising and tangling in his locks that were wet from both his shower and sweat. “You could never hurt me.” You stated, your hand in his hair sliding down to cup his jaw, your thumb rubbing against his soft and kissable cheek. 

You watched as a tear slipped from his eye, and danced like a rain drop in a carwash down his soft but still stubbly cheek and jaw. 

“Why are you so nice to me? I don’t deserve it.” He whispered, his chin trembling. You smiled sadly and wiped the tear away. 

“You are is deserving of everything sweetheart. You’re such a sweetie pie and it sucks that the rest of your team doesn't see it, because you deserve all the loves and cuddles you could get. What you did, that wasn’t you. It may have been your body, but it wasn't you. You have been treated so harshly by so many people, including those who were supposed to protect you from those who did hurt you, when all you deserve is such kindness.” You said, and smiled when Bucky practically melted into your embrace, his head burying itself in your neck. He unraveled your fingers, and wrapped his arms around your waist, his face nuzzling in your neck. 

“Thank you. No ones ever said something that nice to me,” He said, and you felt his eyes flutter closed against the skin of your neck, finally at peace. 

“You deserve it.” You said, and you pulled away slightly. He let out a whine, but then his eyes widened, almost expecting you to hurt him. Your heart melted and you pressed a kiss to his forehead. 

“It’s okay if you’re feeling vulnerable, baby. I’m right here. I won't leave, and I won't hurt you. Let’s lay down okay?” You said, and he sniffled as he nodded and followed you groggily over to where his blankets were on the floor. You laid down, and opened your arms, inviting him in. 

He laid down in your arms, and his face found your neck again. He breathed in slightly, and sat up on his elbow suddenly. You furrowed your brow, but all the questions that were swirling in your head were answered when he pressed his lips against yours. You smiled into the kiss, and cupped his jaw again as your lips moved together slowly and sensually. 

The kiss broke a few moments later, and you ran a hand through Bucky’s hair, a dopy smile spreading on his face. 

You opened your arms again. “Come lay down, love.” You said, and he instantly complied, his body finding its previous position. You heard his breathing even out seconds later, and knew he was finally getting the sleep he deserved.

The next morning, Steve and Sam went looking all over the compound for you, and couldn’t find you anywhere. They walked past Bucky’s room once more, and made eye contact. 

“You don’t think-”

“Theres no way-” They said at the same time, and decided to look.

 A smile cracked on both their faces when they saw you and Bucky, still curled up on the floor. 

A flash went off, and they turned to face Tony. “Fuckin’ finally. Been waiting for Tin Man to make a move for months.” He said, and Steve smacked him upside the head. 

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Walk in The Light

Sunday, October 31: Samhain

Evil AU || Aphrodisiac || “Welcome home, Honey.”

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It was supposed to happen in the kitchen, or the living room but apparently not, according to my own mind not cooperating. You know when you start writing, and it starts going somewhere and you really weren’t planning on taking it there. Well this is that. And I’m sorry...

Smut | Choking | Fingering (like ✨light✨) | Angst | Theres ✨fluff✨ but it’s melancholic | ✨Praise kink✨ kind of jumped out for this one 

AN: This is the last prompt for smut week but please know I had so much fun writing for probably one of my favorite ships. Will definitely be writing for Damian x Raven again.  

She’d walked in on him twirling a small dagger in between his fingers as he casually sat in her kitchen. Raven’s jacket rolled off her slumped shoulders, dropping to the floor as she was unable to catch it as her eyes darted to the man that had disappeared over a year ago.

“Welcome home, honey.” Damian smirked, hopping off the island walking up to his former lover. 

“You shouldn’t be here.” Her voice trembled as she took a step back.

“You should’ve changed the locks then.” He stalked up to her, his eyes narrowing as she tried to utter an unfamiliar incantation.

“No,” he shook his head calmly. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Damian took in her body “You don’t actually think I’d be foolish enough to come to this city alone do you?” Raven’s hands dropped to her sides in defeat. 

“And how many members of the league are currently circling my apartment?” 

“None,” Damian closed the space between them, close enough to feel her breath on his chest, “but they are expecting me back,” he held the dagger to her neck “and if I don’t return, your deal with the league becomes null and void.” His hand pressing into her mid back “this city will be in flames by dawn.” He didn’t need to remind her, she was there when the deal had been made. Raven thought of any way to counter him; she could fight, but looking up at him, and taking in the same green eyes that she’d gotten lost in so many times before in this very apartment caused her to hesitate. “Weighing your options little demon?”

“Don’t call me that,” she jerked back. “Don’t ever call me that!” She flinched attempting to reign in her emotions. Looking away from him, needing to be free of that look on his face, the clear smugness from getting under her skin. She felt her heart tighten, trying to separate the man in her apartment from the man she once loved, and unfortunately the one she still loved. His hands were back on her, pushing her against the wall, as his skin touched her, a black snap rang through the air, flashes of their past flaring between Raven’s now completely white eyes. In that second she relieved their entire relationship, every tender bit they shared, causing her to feel as if she were choking, all their emotions from every past moment significant or otherwise bubbling to the surface. Tears fell from her eyes as she came to, feeling empty as she felt Damian’s hand tightly grasp at her neck. Tightening as her hands glowed. 

He didn’t take his hands off her, Raven knew he didn’t see what she did but by the look in his eyes, she knew he felt it too. He brushed her hair out of her face with the tip of the dagger, her eyes glaring at it from the corner of her eye. It was one of the first things he’d given her, something she snuck in his old uniform the night he’d left. His words played in her head as she remembered how he’d refined her skills in hand to hand conduct.  Again the thought of fight rang through her, but she knew he’d counter. He distracted her when he planted a kiss on her temple, Raven’s eyes shooting to look up at him in shock.

“Looked like you were getting lost in that pretty little mind of yours.” Damian attempted to break the tension in the room. He couldn’t cope with the way his lungs felt as if it were being filled with water as his skin touched hers. Yet he couldn’t let her go. He couldn’t help but be selfish with her one last time. The league, regardless of the deal they’d cut with his father, wanted this city burned to the ground and Damian would happily see it through, but as long as she were here, as long as she called it home, he’d fight- he’d always fight to keep her safe. 

“It’s kind of difficult to stay present when you’re cutting off my airflow.”

“I don’t think that’s it.” He knew Raven inside out, just as she knew him. He stabbed the dagger into the wall beside her head, smirking when she didn’t flinch. 

“Why are you here, Damian?” Raven's voice quivered.

Damian hadn’t heard his name in ages, the sound of it weakening his grip on her body. He took in the sullen look in her eyes, remembering the last time he’d seen her this close, been able to touch her like this, smell the unique mix of lavender, earl grey tea, and sage. He’d risked the trust he’d regained within the league sneaking to see her on multiple instances. Always staying where he couldn’t be seen, couldn’t be tempted to break his vow to be with her again, the rest of the world be damned. 

Even in those moments, Raven reached out to him, her powers alluring him. She knew he’d sometimes find her in the crowd, or solace of her home but he’d always stayed where he believed she couldn't see him, but as if to turture her and himself, he still stayed within reach of her powers. So seeing him tonight, being pressed up against him like this Raven couldn’t get a solid grip on herself. She wasn’t prepared for this.

She wanted to pull him closer, but it would’ve been smarter to push him away.

She wanted to kiss him again; she never got the chance to last time, but it would’ve been smarter to attack.

She wanted to strip him bare- have him feel as naked as she felt, it would’ve been smarter to subdue him, the team could evacuate the city in time if she were fast enough, hopefully.

And most importantly, she wanted to tell him she loved him and beg him to stay, but it would’ve been smarter to spew literal curses his way.

They couldn’t tell you who made the first move, they both fell into one another, a pained choke bubbling from Raven’s throat. She was content to pretend to forget who he now was, and he felt content to pretend that nothing had changed. They hurriedly reached out to one another, ridding each other of their clothes, branding the other’s skin to remember the night that shouldn’t have been. Damian dropped to his knees, looking up at her as if she were a sacred deity that could save him from all his damnation. He pecked her panty covered center, his mouth salivating as he remembered spending hours worshipping her body. Unable to wait any longer he slipped it off to expose her to him. “Can I taste you?” He whispered.

“Take me,” she didn’t want him to bury his head between her thighs just yet, she wanted to feel him tomorrow when she woke up and he would inevitably not be there “however you’d like” she submitted “but I wish you’d fuck me first.” 

The bolt that shot down his spine when he registered her request almost rooted him to his spot between her legs. But he’d oblige, he’d have her in any way she’d like. Lifting, he pressed her legs to his waist, holding her up and against him as he marked her neck, her hands scratching across his shoulders as she moaned in his ear. Damian walked through her apartment, sobered by the fact she hadn’t changed a thing since he was rightfully here last. 

Falling to her bed, Damian crawled on top of her, his hands traveling down her body tracing over her clit and through her lips sighing in appreciation. “I could never forget how wet you get.” 

He looked at his fingers rubbing at her clit, her thighs falling to the mattress as she exhaled slowly “only for you.” 

His eyes shot up to hers. He knew for a fact that members of the extended Titans and even Justice League teams had made passes at her. He'd expected her to have maybe moved on from him, he didn’t want her to, but he only wanted her happy. She lived out in the open to date Damian Wayne becoming Rachel Roth for a number of reasons. She deserved to be loved, because as much as he loved her, he knew that what they had, perhaps given their current position- have, would hurt her more than anything. He couldn’t love her outside of the shadows, and he himself could never walk in the light to join her. 

He kissed her, for fear that his own emotions would be too obvious to her. He already knew though, she felt everything he had. She reached between them, knocking his hand away, grabbing at his erection as she shimmied her hips down to feel him prod at her entrance. He pulled away, his forehead pressing against her own, remembering the moments they’d make love never taking their eyes off one another. He couldn’t stand the thought of missing how expressive she was when she let go. 

Damian’s hand reached for Raven’s, their fingers intertwining as he gently pushed into her, their collective gasps causing the other to shudder. He felt bigger than she remembered, the stretch familiar but new all at once. Damian eased in feeling her shudder against him. “You’re taking me so well.” He groaned, kissing the side of her lip, they both looked down, watching as he slowly edged in, Raven’s hold on his hands squeezing tighter. She could feel every vein, every ridge of him, feeling as if he were devouring her whole as he finally slid all the way in.

Damian shivered as he tried not to move, his lips falling on Raven’s as her walls seemed to only nurse him deeper. Her hips rolling softly causing his to pull back slightly, ebbing back in with a cry from his lover below him “Shh,” he comforted her “you’re the only one who can take me like this, aren’t you” her sobs of pleasure spurring him on “I know darling, I know”  He praised, his hips still working in and out of her slowly. 

Raven felt as if he could split her in half, the pleasure she felt prickling through her pores causing her to look up, chasing his lips. Biting his lower lip and dragging it out slightly, she pouted up at him, “choke me,” his hips stuttered “please?” she blinked through tears of sweet, masochistic anguish. Damian pulled his hands away from her, one hand going to her hips, sliding from there to the juncture at the back of her knee holding on tightly. He rolled his body into her own, Raven giving back as much as she got, she bit her lips to stop from screaming when his pelvic bone pressed against her clit. Damian’s other hand reached for her neck, gripping the sides just enough. Raven moaned out his name, her eyes never leaving his as he pressed tighter, Damian mesmerized as she seemed to be egged on, her walls fluttering madly against his dick.

Damian released his grip just enough for her to catch her breath, before tightening once more, his body falling against hers as he picked up the pace of his hips. “Don’t stop.” Raven choked, her hands shooting to his wrist when she felt him attempt to loosen his hold. Damian could feel her wall hugging him, his own grunts joining her desperate moans for release. Raven scratched at his back and sides as she announced she was cumming, clenching around Damian madly. 

Rolling her hips against his, she froze up her hands pulling his head back to her own, kissing his lips, her tongue dipping into his mouth, massaging against his own. She could feel herself implode, her only thought was to let it out, her voice trembling as she chanted his name. Her hair sticking to her skin and her heart beating at a million miles per hour. Raven could feel her head pound whether from the lack of oxygen or the toe curling orgasm, she didn’t care, she didn’t have to care right now, because Damian’s own cries against her seemed to ebb her back into an orgasm that seemed to catapult her into a quivering mess. 

Damian couldn’t help it, his hand releasing her neck, wrapping around her body gripping Raven tightly as they felt directly tethered together, his fingers dug into her skin, sure to leave bruises as he rotted against her “Think you can take all of me?” He panted against her lips, Raven weakly nodded, weakly rolling her hips against him. His eyes rolling back, as he felt his balls twitch, pumping through the earth shattering orgasm calling out her name as he looked down at her warm face, her head nodding to him as she gripped his body pulling him to her welcoming all of what he could give until he could no more, Damian drove into her body until he gave out. Milked dry by the only woman he ever loved, feeling her wet tears wet his cheeks, as she pulled him tight against her as their bodies relaxed into one. He couldn’t bring himself to pull out, instead they stayed in the middle of the bed they once shared and mourned the life they could’ve had together.

Tagged: @damirae-smut-week

[youngcollectedtired]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐰

Warnings? Black Widow Spoilers, Bakugo being put in his place

Pairings? Sero, Hawks, Shinso????

Part 1/?

Quirk? Quirkless/ Unknown

Severely Unedited

Principle Nezu has a past. Class 3a otherwise known as 1a can only graduate if they help take down the Red Room with other heroes. Somehow fighting a bunch of little girls is much harder than it seems.

Also bakugo loses to a little girl.

Load up on guns, bring your friends It's fun to lose and to pretend

It had only been a week since you’d been free. And you spent that entire week traveling around the world quietly inactivating widows.

You had to admit Dreykov’s plan was excellent. In a world full of quirks, what or who do you least expect to rise up and actually take over the world? Quirkless females. It made sense.

It was a perfect plan. But you knew they needed to be free. A lot of them were old friends and the rest were new friends. Girls who now trusted you and always had your back. They convinced you to appeal to principle Nezu, a mutual experiment and controlled soldier. The hero commission unfortunately only allowed you to walk free if they could use your skillsets for their personal gain. So you took the bullet for the others signing most of your life over to them.

Which is how you got here.

You were adjusting the folders in front of you, as you heard Nezu asking everyone to sit down. The conference room was one of UA’s biggest which allows two entrances. You stood outside the one no one else walked through.

Principle Nezu insisted for everyone to wear there hero suits which included you too. Not so much hero as it is spy but it’ll work.

It was a simple black one piece, made into a turtle neck. On your thigh was a holster with a gun. In your boot was a dagger and on your back were dual baton weapons that could be put together or kept separate.

“We have a hero in need of our help, I call the Widow into this conference room,” that meant you.

Taking a deep breath you pushed the door open and walked through.

You could see two heroes you recognized. Eraserhead and Hawks. One you knew as an underground hero and other from the news media.

Everyone else was a face you’d never seen before.

“Hello,” you bowed, “I am a spy who now works for the hero commission,” you stood at the end of the table your files sitting on it, “but before that I was raised by a man named Dreykov with a group of other girls,” from your files you pulled out a picture showing the heroes.

“He trained me and 600 other females to become widows,” you stopped as Principle Nezu turned on the screen behind you.

You weren’t sure how you could explain it. But you were thankful he put something together. The camera was blurry and someone seemed to be carrying it. The camera appeared to be hidden, otherwise theres no way it could have gotten out.

There were men in black suits, carrying huge guns. The camera glitched, a hand moved into view grabbing onto a young girl. Behind her were other little girls.

You could recognized a few. The man behind the camera grabbed another girl pulling her with him as they entered a facility. The second girl he pulled had a gold chain on her hand. Your hand moved to your wrist, the familiar gold chain somehow still with you after all those years.

Along the walls were other girls holding stuffed animals, some fiddling with their hair, others crying and even some screaming for help. Your heart stung as you remembered the screams.

The camera glitched again, showing you. A few years older sitting in front of an old tv, there was a juice box in your hand and you sipped slowly watching the cartoon. It switched again, to you firing a pistol at a target system. And then you in hand to hand combat with another widow.

Syringes, files, and red flashed across the screen and you looked down. The video ended.

Eraserhead sighed, "So it's real," he looked to you, "I've only heard stories."

Hawks leaned forward, "How is the man controlling them?"

Princple Nezu shook his head, "This group is the same group I escaped from many years ago, they had me working on a chemical to control minds. I didn't realize I succeeded," he stared off into the distance, "I fear my work has come back to haunt me."

A boy with green hair turned to the principle, "How do we have this footage?"

You took that as your cue, "I was freed by a serum an older widow created to combat the mind control, I was able to free other widows who was able to find an old guard of Dreykov's who defected. He'd stolen the footage to one day use as evidence."

The heroes nodded, "What quirks did Dreykov collect into his army?" One tall firey man asked, his voice loud and commanding.

You tilted your head almost confused. You'd heard of the term before and you were positive you knew what it was, "Quirks... that's a power right?" You turned to Nezu who nodded, "Right, Dreykov only choose quirkless girls. Easier to control and less unstable," you explained.

One kid burst out laughing, "Then what's the big deal? A bunch of quirkless girls against a group of heroes? I could just blast them in seconds," he slapped his knee.

In the second he began talking. You backed up against the wall he was sitting near and you found yourself inches from behind him. The heels you wore couldn't be heard even against the tile and you were almost grateful for your training.

As he finished his sentence, your foot kicked his chair, causing him to sputter out words in shock. He attempted to stand and the heroes around you almost stood but Principle Nezu lifted his hand stopping them. As he stood, his hand turned to face you, but you caught his wrist, and your knee raised hitting his side right above his hip. He grunted in pain and in that moment, you jumped up, your legs wrapping around his neck and threw yourself down throwing him towards the wall.

The boy coughed violently, the dent in the wall enough to show your strength. He would never admit it, but that hurt.

"How did you do that?" Someone asked. He seemed to be one of his friends as he moved over to help him.

The boy ripped his hand away not accepting any of the help.

You ignored him, "I was able to free all the widows planted around the world undercover, but there's still three classes that follow Dreykov wherever he goes. Around the world there are facilities stationed where he collects the girls and starts there training, those locations have been given to us. Once we hit them, his security will tighten but we'll be able to take him down once and for all."

Principle Nezu began speaking, "The Hero Commision has given us permission to engage the targets, students of Class 1-a this will be your final exam in UA. Complete each mission and you'll graduate as full fledge heroes."

You noticed the students nodding there heads serious and ready to start.

Some of them appeared to be familiar. Some of them were considered threats and you remembered seeing some of their files when you were under.

[t0shii]

how they comfort you in a crowded place

including bokuto kotaro, aran ojiro, miya atsumu, oikawa toru, suna rintaro x gn!r

!warnings! mentions of anxiety & large crowds, slight panic attack, mentions of flashing lights & cameras, lightly proofread.

BOKUTO KOTARO.

it might take him a minutes to realize you're feeling anxious or overwhelmed and as soon as he does realize he's asking you what he needs to do to help you. never lets go of your hand!

You loved that your boyfriend kotaro had so many supporters but sometimes it was a bit overwhelming. for example, right now you both were arriving at the gym for the match his volleyball team was playing that night. fans basically swarmed your car and even the security guards were having a hard time holding them back.

you could feel yourself start to panic as they inched closer and closer, squeezing your eyes shut as you hooked your arm around your boyfriend's. at first he thought nothing of it, until he looked back at you and saw your eyes closed, face looking a little pale, sweat forming on your forehead. he took your hand immediately and pulled you securely under his arm, leaning down to your ear, "we're almost to the gym baby, just a little bit longer. im so sorry." he said to you, kissing the top of your head right after which only seemed to make the fans go even more wild.

he hugged you real tight as soon as you both got into the gym and apologized repeatedly, didn't let you leave his sight until you were feeling better but gave you space whenever you asked for it.

ARAN OJIRO.

knows you can get anxious in a large crowd so he tries his very best to avoid large crowds of fans or reporters. is really protective of you and WILL give anyone who tries to get too close the dirtiest look you didnt even know he was capable of.

Unfortunately, the gym his game was taking place it, was surrounded by fans. "i thought i specifically asked for a blocked area?" he complained to the driver. "i think theres just too many fans to control" the driver responded, looking for the drop off spot. "i'm so sorry angel, i told them to have a blocked off area for us" he explained, grabbing your hand and squeezing it tightly. you reassured him it was fine and there as nothing he could've done about the situation and that you should be fine because the gym wasn't so far away.

as soon as you two stepped out of the car it was absolute chaos. fans screaming for aran, reporters cameras flashing repeatedly yelling questions at him, trying their very best to get close to him. the secure guards were doing there best to hold them off though. all you could do was close your eyes and let your boyfriend lead the way, he never once let go of your hand the whole way there.

as soon as you got into the gym he checked to make sure you were okay, asking if you needed anything. "i'm fine ojiro, really, i'm okay." you assured him, kissing his cheek. he embraced you in a big hug. "i'm so proud of you angel." said with a smile into the crook of your neck.

MIYA ATSUMU.

oh lord... we all know how he feels about obnoxious fans LMAO. good luck to them if they make you uncomfortable in any way ESPECIALLY if they get too close. tsumu knows you hate crowds and he tries so hard to avoid them at any cost possible.

"What the fuck is this?" he mumbled at he saw the crowd forming by the drop off area, "i'm not sure sir but there really isnt time to wait, the rest of the team's' cars are behind us." the driver responded earning a groan from your boyfriend. "'m sorry, baby" he whined looking at you with glossy eyes. "no no, it's okay 'tsum. it's not your fault. the gym's not too far anyways, i think i'll make it." you joke intertwining your hands. he nods in response and both exit the car.

seconds later fans rushed toward the two of you, screaming for 'tsumu and flashing their camera. honestly you were fine until you looked over and a teenage girl was right beside you all in your personal space, atsumu never noticing because he was so focused on getting to the gym as soon as possible. "tsumu-", he turned his head towards you as soon as he heard you say his name. he immediately s aw the girl trying to get his attention was all over you so he pulled you away from her, put you infront of him and ignored her the rest of the way to gym. it was really like a scene from a movie

as soon as the two of you stepped in the gym he was making sure you were okay and asking if you needed anything. he hugged you really tight and apologized for all the people. "'m so sorry that girl baby i dont know what her deal was, she was all over you, not cool at all. should i make sure they don't let her in the gym? i don't want her anywhere near you." you chuckled at his question, "no 'tsum, she probably didn't even realize what she was doing. i'm okay now, really." he nodded his head at your response, "as long as you're okay." he said nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

OIKAWA TORU.

he loves the attention he gets from his fans but he will always always put your safety before their attention & dont let anyone else tell you otherwise. hates when his fans gets too close to you and when they crowd around the both of you, he didn't mind it before the two of you got together but when you told him you didn't like crowds he always does his best to avoid them.

"looks like there's a crowd toru." you say with a pout. "whaaat?" he groaned looking up from his phone. why did they have to follow the two of you to the airport? he thought to himself. he just wanted to get on the plane in peace. "oh no." he sighed looked at all the fans who had lined up to send the two of you off, luckily it the crowed wasn't too big considering it was 4 in the morning.

"i'm so sorry angel, i didn't think they'd follow us here this early," he explained with a frown."no no toru, it's not your fault at all! don't apologize" you assure him, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "let me step out and tell them to keep their distance." you nodded and he stepped oit

you giggled as you hear him ask his fans to stay away from you when you exit the car he. stays out and chats with the fans for a few minutes before it was time to go into the airport. fortunately his fans were super understanding and chill when you stepped out of the car, saying hi to you and wishing you both a safe flight. he still made sure you were okay even though the fans kept their distance like they promised and pampered your face im kisses filled with love and a whispered, "im so proud of you angel."

SUNA RINTARO.

god he hates crowds himself so he completely understands you. he doesnt like when fans crowd him and especially when they crowd around you since he knows it makes you anxious.

"just stay close okay?" your boyfriend mumbled in your ear as he took your hand and helped out of the car. you responded with a quiet "mhm". i hate these people, he thought to himself. not only did he already hate crowds, he hated when there was a crowd around you. honestly, you couldn't even see straight because of all the flashing cameras and it didn't help that all the fans around were pushing in closer and closer, the two of you could barely even move as it was. all you could do was squeez your eyes shut and pray you got to the gym faster than the fans could trample over you to get a an autograph or a picture from your boyfriend.

rintaro was squeezing your hand so tightly by the time you both stepped into the gym you thought your hand was gonna fall off and you could barely even control your breathing, he immediately pulled you into an embrace, not too tight though, kissing the crown of your head and rubbing your back soothingly, "im so sorry baby, you did so well." was all he said over and over again, trying his best to ease you while his teammates stumbled in behind the two of you complaining about the crowd.

after your breathing had calmed down he gave you space whenever you wanted it making sure to check up on you periodically. "im okay now rin, you can go practice now." you reassure him, with a kiss on the cheek of course. he agreed after a while but was still worried about you the whole practice and for most of the game after that.

a/n omg i rlly like writing for aran AHH ok ummmm thanks for reading p.s. oikawa would be so chill with his fans after highschool UGH everyone says theyre rude but i hc the opposite 😌😤

[peterrparrkerr]

Gaslighting - read on ao3

Tagging: @snowstark @someonepostedart @thegreenmetblue @sinditia @just-things-things @andacheesyoneliner @lokitonypeter @bluestarker @lilcoffeecup @useless-fanfictions-for-mcu @tnpt

Peter isn't spiderman in this fic, but Tony is Ironman.

*-*

"Tony?" Peter calls, walking down the stairs and into the lab.

"Yes, baby?" Tony answers, lifting his head up from his project to smile at the boy.

"Dinner's ready," he said softly. "I tried to call you earlier but you must've been busy."

Tony steps away from the work bench and pulls Peter towards the stairs again when he saw the curious glint in the boy's eyes.

"I was, I'm sorry, baby. What are we having?"

Peter's Bambi brown eyes flicker up to Tony's, the question momentarily side tracking him from voicing his questions on what Tony was working on.

Peter wouldn't approve, Tony knew. Best to keep him out of it for as long as possible.

"Uh, chicken alfredo, with broccoli and garlic bread," Peter said, leaning into Tony as they both took the stairs up to the main floor.

"Sounds wonderful," Tony smirked, pressing a kiss to Peter's temple before sitting him, then himself at the already set table.

*-*

"What are you working on?" Peter asked, padding over on bare feet. A yawn pulls his mouth open as he rubs at his half lidded eyes.

"Nothing important, baby," Tony hums, closing the lid on the small sample.

"If it wasn't important you'd be in bed with me," Peter pouted. Tony chuckles and steps over to him, making sure -again- that Peter won't get too close.

"You're right," Tony nodded, wrapping his arms around the younger man and kissing his pouty lips. "Lets go to bed, hmm?"

Peter nods sleepily and allows Tony to walk him back up the stairs.

He waits until Peter's fast asleep before returning to the lab. Hes so close to finishing, he can get it done tonight if he focuses.

*-*

"Tony, please, harder," Peter cries, back arching, exposing his neck. Tony snaps his hips in harder, giving the boy just what he's wanted.

Ever since the test, Tony's gotten more energy. He's gotten stronger. Its made their sex all the better.

His next round of shots is in a day. He can feel his whole body changing on a molecular level.

He's more connected with the endo-sym than he ever thought possible.

Peter cums on a wail, and Tony's not far behind, burying himself to the hilt as he fills Peter up.

The two lay beside each other, panting and sweaty.

"What happened to your eyes?" Peter asked softly, turning his head to look at Tony.

"What do you mean, baby?"

"They, flashed," Peter tried, stilted with an effort to find the right word. "I swear for a second they turned blue."

Tony lets out a huff of laughter, turning his head to look back at the boy.

"Must've been a trick of the light," he mused, pulling Peter close, even as the younger scowled in confusion.

"Are you sure?" He asked, lithe form pressed against Tony's more athletic build. If Tony wanted to, he was sure he'd be able to snap the boy in half with his bare hands.

Instead, he nuzzled against Peter's jaw, kissing his skin.

"I've never seen the light do that before."

"Theres nothing wrong with my eyes, baby."

*-*

"What is that?" Peter asked, eyes wide. Tony glances up, inwardly cursing. He didnt realize the boy had made his way down into the lab.

"Its something new," Tony said, deciding it best not to avoid it any longer. The boy was already getting too curious. If Tony didn't give him something, Peter would either leave, or find out for himself.

Tony reaches for Peter and the boy walks into his hold, letting Tony pull him in close and wrap his arms around him.

"Its called endo-sym," Tony hummed. "Its an armor."

"For the ironman?" Peter asked, brown eyes shining with the shifting reflective silver.

Its in a small chamber, vacuum sealed shut so it doesn't get out. Tony's got a problem linking with it still, and doesn't want so many months of hard work going down the drain if the thing decides to leave.

"For something better," Tony said softly. Peter frowned and glanced up at him, pouting slightly.

"What is it?" He asked. "What does it do?"

The endo-sym jumps at the rim of the chamber before falling back down like the waves of a storm. Angry and restless.

"It works like the nanotech from my last suit," Tony lied. "This is just- a smoother version."

"It looks alive," Peter said softly, leaning closer to see through the clear lid. The endo-sym jumped up, sensing a human close by, and Peter jumped back, right into Tony's chest.

"Its not," Tony lied. Peter doesn't look like he believes him, but Tony's not worried about it. He just needs the boy ignorant for a little while longer.

*-*

Tony's expecting the boy to freak out. Expecting it and already ready to explain. The endo-sym is nearly finished. The last injection of Extremis taken the night before, and Tony's eyes are bright blue.

Theres no hiding them from the boy. He wakes up first and makes his way down to the kitchen, making coffee and heating up some leftovers for breakfast.

Peter pads into the room a short time after Tony's second cup of coffee, wearing his tshirt and nothing else, curls a mess on top of his head.

"Good morning," Tony hummed. Peter's too sleepy to pick up on the change as he accepts Tony's coffee.

He barely looks at Tony as he brings the half mug of coffee to his lips and takes a sip.

Tony leans against the counter, waiting for the inevitable. It happens when Peter lowers his mug and finally looks up at him.

He gasped, eyes widening and promptly dropped the mug of coffee.

Neither of them were fast enough to catch it and it shatters on the tile floor, spilling the still hot coffee over his bare feet.

"Tony!" He exclaims. Tony steps towards the boy, glass cracking under his shoes, and he quickly lifts Peter off his feet by his underarms.

"Stay here," Tony orders after setting the boy onto the counter.

"Tony, your eyes are blue!" Peter exclaimed, as Tony crouched down to pick up the glass from the floor.

"They're contacts," Tony hummed, dropping a handful into the trash can before picking up the smaller pieces.

"Those aren't contacts," Peter scoffed. "How did this happen- what caused it-"

"Stay," Tony ordered, glaring up at the boy when Peter moved to jump down again.

The blue eyes really must be shocking, because Peter stills, eyes still wide and breath hitching.

"Tony, please," he says softly, tears beginning to well in those pretty brown eyes. "You have to tell me."

Tony doesn't say anything, just dumps another palmful of glass into the trash before standing and grabbing the paper towel.

"Please," Peter continued, voice wavering. "You've been lying to me for months. You- you're hiding things from me and- and I can't-"

A wet sob cuts Peter off, and Tony looks up from soaking up the coffee spill to see the boy with his hands over his eyes, scrubbing away the flow of tears as he tries to calm himself down.

Tony sighs and stands up, stepping between Peter's knees and grabbing his chin.

He tilts it up, forcing Peter to uncover his face, which is growing splotchy with his tears. His breath hitches on his inhales, and Tony leans in to kiss him softly on pouty lips.

"Do you trust me, baby?" Tony asked, making sure Peter looks him in the eyes.

The boy sniffles and nods, lower lip trembling and body sagging towards the older.

"Then trust that me keeping things from you does not lessen my love for you," Tony said.

"But-"

"No buts," Tony interrupted, wiping the tears from the boy's cheeks. "You don't need to know everything I do, sweetheart. You'll know when I want you to know."

And with that, he crouches down again and continues to soak up the last of the coffee spill.

Above him, Peter continues to cry, face hidden in his arms to muffle the tears and sniffles. He doesn't move though, which is all Tony cares about.

[wonderwomanfantasy]

Internet Hottie

I have no clue what made this fic pop off the way it did but here you go a part two 

part one

Enji Todoroki x Camgirl!Reader

warnings: smut, Sex work, cam show, masturbation, cum play, sugar daddy themes, black mail(ish), size kink, dd/lg, 

word count: 3,000 (about)

summary: Enji is more than willing to pay the price of a private show if it means he gets to see how cute you are when you moan his name again, little does he know having the real deal right in fornt of him is only a chace encounter away.  

“You know most people turn on their cameras for private shows, let me see you too,” you teased slowly running your hands over your arms feeling the fabric of the soft pink cardigin, raising it back up over your bare sholder. 

Normally you were a little more careful with accepting private shows, but this pertuclar intrested you. You saw his username pop up almost every show, and he paid a lot of money too, but he never commented, normally guys that finatical about your shows would at least comment hello, or something nasty to get your attention. Not him though. So you were a little curious what exactly he was into, besides, you knew this one wasn’t going to skimp on the payment. 

You had approved his request in just a few hours, even if you were still sore from the Endevour toy you’d ridden earler tonight, it wouldn’t kill you to do a little more tonight. You’d just have to makeup some excuse about pulling a muscule picking up heavy boxes or something to your day job.

what if I don’t want to show my face?

The message poped up on screen making you laugh. “ah you think I want to see your face handsome? I’m after something a little lower actually,” you teased. 

Suddenly the camera of the mistery man flashed on the cammera pointed at his  crotch. You gasped seeing him. He was naked, which wasn’t supprising. but his cock. good lord his cock was huge, bigger than any toy you had, thick around the base with a flushed head such a dark shade of red it was almost purple. his testicles were heavy-looking rested against his thighs wich were easily bigger than your head and coated with corse red hairs. 

Are you just going to gape at me? 

anouther message to distract you. You snapped your mouth shut and regained your compouser. you were the star here he was the fanboy you couldn’t let the dynamic shift. 

“I’ll have you know most guys have to pay good money for me to ogel at their cocks like that, I’m a pretty girl you should feel honored, Do you have like a horse quirk or something?”

I am paying good moeny

fuck. you were still to distracted to come up with anything good. “you can unmute yourself, I want to see if there is a pretty voice to match that goregous cock,” you purred changing the subject. Hopefully, his voice was high pitched or annoying so you could stop drooling over him

No

“you’re no fun,” you pouted. 

Are you always such a brat?

That made you smile, You were getting on his nerves. good. you batted your eye lashes and covered your face with your hand, pretending to be embaressed. “Sorry daddy, I didn’t mean to misbehave what was it you wanted me to do again?”

Enji fidgeted trying to get comfortable in his office chair, painfully aware you could see his smallest movements. your eyes trained on the computer screen, this was far too exposing for his tastes, he didn’t know how you could stoumach thousands of people looking at you like this. 

But it was thrilling knowing that it was his cock that made you go completley silent for a few moments. It was his cock that you couldn’t take your eyes off of, maybe that’s what spurred you on. Then againt the moeny didn’t hurt either. 

You were so pretty, and soft as ever in a too large pink sweater that kept slipping off one shoulder almost revealing your bare breasts but never doing so fully. 

you settled on your knees and lifted the sweater up for him to see the soft skin of your upper thighs and your soft gray cotton panties. They were much less flashy than what you would normally where for a show but they were making Enji go feral.

It felt almost real, like you really were his little girl showing off your honyed cunt just for him. he couldn’t help but wonder if those were the kind of panties you wore in your day to day life. God what he wouldn’t give to breath in the musk of your scent right now. 

“you’re cock is twitching so bad Daddy, why don’t you stroke it a little bit?” you prompted. It was true, his cock was painfully hard, begging to be touched, 

Are you trying to tell me what to do?

He snapped back and watched you flush and mess whith the hem of your sweater nervously.

“That’s not what I ment, I just wanted to see you touch yourself,” you mumbled. He decided to appease you, he reached down wrapping one large hand around the base of his cock squeezing and causing precum to oze out the top before dibbling down his inflamed head. Like a good girl you watched with wrapped attention as he bobed his hand up and down easing some of the tension in his gut.

“you’re cock is so big, I don’t know if I could fit both of my hands around it,” you breathed

Who’s camming for who here? he typed 

“Right! Sorry! what do you want me to do,” It was cute how egar you were to please

take out the Endevour toy and start jerking it off

Your eyes went wide “you aren’t going to make me ride it again are you?” He smiled to himself, where you scared of him? Scared about how much his cock was going to hurt as it ripped through you?

Just jerk it off for now and tell me how good it felt while it was inside of you. 

Obedently you centered the toy in front of you and wrapped both your hands around the length slowly working your hands up and down, matching his pace, your small hands could wrap around the tip just fine but parted towards the thicker middle. 

“It hurt a lot-” you admited. “-but it was so big it hit all the spots inside of me at once with out even trying, I’m supprised I didn’t squirt it kept hitting my G-spot over and over again. You can’t really see it but theres this vein right at the bottom that bumps my clit when I put it inside,” you described while Enji contuied to touch himself. 

From this angel he could see clear down your top, he didn’t know if it was intentional or not but he  could see your soft tits bounce and shift with each of your movements and it was hard to focus on anything else

Take off your panties

you pulled away from the toy and slid the soft gray fabric down your thighs. You crossed your legs blocking your soft pussy from veiw. He grunted with agrivation. 

show me

“show you what? can’t you see all of me?” you asked sweetly. 

show me your pussy or I’ll leave

“don’t leave,” you begged, your eyes went wide and instantly your legs spread showing him your drooling pussy.

“slut,” he mumbled to himself. “you didn’t even bother cleaning up your sopping pussy in between shows,” he growled his hand moving faster as you slid your figners over your lips parting your folds for him to get a close look

Pretty. 

“Thank you? should I keep touching the toy or...”

hump it

You laid the Dildo down and carefully straddled it nessling it between your peach fuzz lips. You rested your hands on the bed and slowly started rocking back and forth, your clit rutting against the silicone veins.

How does it feel?

“I bet your cock would feel a lot better, Your cock is warm and moves, and if I was on your cock I get the rest of you. It feels good but at the end of the day plastic is plastic,” you sighed making his cock jump in his hand. it was hard to keep his composure like this. The image of you, real and in his arms slowly rolling your hips against his groin while you looked up at him with those perfect glittery eyes wasn’t helping

And what wold you do with ‘the rest of me’?

“I like kissing,” you muttered, the innocent answer almost took him by surprise. 

“but I also think your hands are pretty big, I’d want you to finger me- or you know,”

I don’t know spell it out for me.

“choke me,” you admited. suddenly the fantasy in Enji’s mind dhifted, now you were grinding on his cock with tear filled eyes while he cut of your breathing, his tounge forcing it’s way into your mouth, fuck he wanted to taste you so bad. You had stated clearly and many times that you didn’t do in person meet ups, even if it was just for a date, but there was a chace you’d do it for the right price, and he was willing to pay any number you named right at that moment. 

He pulled away from his cock at the last moment to keep himself from cumming too soon. again. His prick flowndered for a moment, searching for friction. you whinned losing your own personal show, but you kept riding the toy like a good obedent little slut.

Cum for me. then show me the mess you make. 

You panted and started rutting your hips faster, your eyes glazing over as you chased your release, your mouth formed an O shape and a breathy moan fell from your parted lips as you came. you stayed there for a moment, gathering yourself agian before sitting back and puling up the sweater so he could see the transperent slick coating your thighs and sex. 

play with your clit. 

you whimpered and reached down between your legs stroking the sensitive bud causing your legs too twitch. must be hard on your poor pussy, going through three orgasums in one night. 

He leaned closer, so close his warm breath fogged the computer screen and started fisting his cock again. he really did feel like a teenager, one finding poor for the first time and revleing in that unique voyerisum. It wasn’t long until his own cum was splattering his chest, again. 

You watched as it happened with open facination. almost like you’d never seen someone cum so much before. Enji wouldn’t be supprised if he had a more semen than the average man, He was glad to have impressed you. 

Leaving was far more awkward than in a live show, you didn’t just decide to close the streem instead he told you he was finished, paid his tab and left the call. 

Enji grunted seeing the time. He had spent far to mch time toying with you tonight, there would be hell to pay tomorrow morning when he’d missed out on so much valuable sleep. 

It had been a week and he hadn’t tried contacting you again. Not becuase he hadn’t wanted to, he had just been too busy to even entertain the notion of anouther private show. 

But today was Wednesday which meant not only did he get off of work early today but also, you would be streaming tonight and he could blow off some steam. Just one more meeting with Hawks and he was free. 

Endevour turned the corner heading twards his office when he froze. A familiar frame caught his attention. He trailed his eyes over your form. completely different from what he was used to seeing you in, you were dressed smartly in a black suit and skirt ensemble with sensible black pumps. your hair neatly slicked back from your face. but there was no denying you were the same person. 

he watched your knock once on the door before entering. Through the widnow he saw you cross to where Hawks was sitting and hand him a cup of coffee. He had known Keigo was bringing his pa, a woman endevour had never met before, but he should have mentioned his personal assistant was a fucking cam girl. No wonder your schedual matched his so neetly, you were running on hero time. 

Enji squared his shoulders and marched in. there was no way you would recognize him. He would stay proffecinoal and do his best to imagine you with clothes on. 

“Here, keigo, four cream and seventeen sugars just how you like it,” you said handing your boss his redicoulous coffee order. he smiled and took a sip

“Thanks babe, perfect as always,” he cooed happily and you took a seat beside him waiting for Enedevour to arive. 

“those things are going to kill you some day,” you commented watching him take anouther sip of coffee.

“I highly doubt the sugar is going to kill me before the bad guys do,” he teased then the door slamed open and the man of the hour walked in. 

“Do you always barge into people’s offices like you own the place Hawks?” Endevour growled before sitting at his desk. You tried not to stare and be unprofessional but it was hard not to. He was just so big, his bulging muscles showed even under his clothes. You thought to last weeks live when you had used the toy themed after him and how sore you were after that. you were right, if you ever fucked him he’d brake you. 

“not my fault you were late,” hawks shrugged. The older man glared, he looked about ready to hit your boss. an understandable feeling.

“whatever, lets get started. The-” Just as endevour began to speak Hawks’s phone rang. His work phone. He jumped and answered. 

“sorry I have to run- (y/n) rescedual for me? maybe something tonight? yeah okay bye,” then he was gone. you sighed and turned to Endevour, who looked as pissed as ever. 

“I’m sorry about that, but I’m sure you understand duty calls,” you apologized bowing slightly. 

“Is he like this with everyone or does he enjoy annoying me particularly?” he asked making you laugh lightly. 

“I think he likes to get under your skin, you should feel speical,” He was supprisingly fun to tease, you wouldn’t dare needle him the way you did Keigo but it wouldn’t hurt to rib him a little bit. 

“A meeting later tonight won’t work for me,” he stated, knowing that you couldn’t make it either. If you had been planing on cancling the live he would have gotten the notifcation by now. you smiled polietly and nodded. 

“okay let me check when we’ll be avalable again,” you said relaxing in the chait, before he could ask what you were doing, your eyes turned completley white, the iris and the puple both clouding over with a milky film. 

“this friday at nine pm, does that work?” you asked, your eyes turning back to normal.  Could you really see hawks’s full scedual in your mind? what a useful quirk. He wondered if he could buy you out, although it was a dangerous game if you worked for him. neither of you would get much done that way. 

“is there anything else I can do for you, Sir?” you asked, standing and smoothing out your skirt. 

“yes atcually, I have a couple questions for you,”

“I’ll do my best to answer,” 

“Does Keigo know he hired a porn star?” 

Your breath caught in oyur throat and you almost choked. You’d been recognized in public before, but never by someone with status, no one who knew about your day job. 

“He does,” you answered supprised at how calm you sonded. you just had to breath and remeber. You were star here, Endevour was just another creep who watched you. The thought of Endevour watching you while you made yourself cum sent a jolt through your body.

“if I’m not mistaken, he’s even watched a few of my shows,” you added just to gage his reaction. It had been legally required of you to disclose any other sorces of income you had, Hawks had just laughed it off and assured you that it wasn’t a big deal, after threatening to subscribe to your OnlyFans that was. A threat he’d never followed through on. 

“did he see the show where you screamed my name while fucking yourself?” Endevour asked standing casually and crossing over to the office door. one by one he drew the shudderes. Meaning no one could see into the office. your heart was hammering now, as you guessed where this was going. 

“And what if the public knew that the woman behind the number two hero was secretly showing off her pussy for the whole world to see? what then?”

then you would lose your job you thought but instead you called his bluff. 

“It would be a scandel I’m sure but it would be easily smoothed over, Hawks fans are younger more progressive, he’d probably get a lot of praise if he openly supported sex work and gave an interview where he talked about how he respects my bodly autonimy and my intlect.” you said with false confidence. in reality you knew the commision would rather throw you to the wolves than let you keep your job, but maybe Endevour didn’t know how disposable you really where. 

“it would be another sotry if say, your fans found out you were watching my videos.” you said. he raised an eyebrow at you

“how so?”

“You’re audience is a lot older, more consrvative the’d be horifed at the thought,” you explained. 

“To me it sounds like you’re lying,” Endevour said crossing over to you He lifted you up by the waist seting you down on his desk his harge arms caging you in. 

“it souds to me like we both have pretty good reasons to keep quiet, the only question is what are you willing to give to buy my silence?” he purred reaching out and undoing the butons of your blazer, slipping the jacket off of your shoulders. His skin was so warm, his breath was beating down your neck. His eyes freezing you in place. you could barley speak he was so close. 

“how about a private show?”

[seokjinsdisciple]

Enemy - two

johnny x reader (this is mostly smut with some fluff thrown in because im soft for this man)

THIS IS BASED ON ENEMY AND WHILE YOU DON’T HAVE TO READ IT TO UNDERSTAND YOU PROBABLY SHOULD

it’s been three months since you got fucked by johnny in the elevator of your apartment building. and much to your own fault, you can’t stop thinking about him

UNEDITED

word count: 4k (this is literally so long for no reason)

warnings: language, fingering, degradation, choking, hair-pulling, overuse of the word kitten and sir and probably baby too, mentions of sex toys, vibrators, mutual masturbation for like a second, size kink if you squint, mentions of punishments, idk what to say... theres probably more because im a whore for johnny

You hadn’t spoken to Johnny since the incident. In fact, you’ve tried to avoid any encounters with him at all. You try to plan your day around whether he has already left or not, and while that's proven rather difficult with your classes, it's been working out ok. You had been avoiding him for a solid 3 months, only seeing him occasionally and practically sprinting away when you spotted him.

Granted, you have had a tough couple of months, sexual frustration forcing your thoughts into the depths of hell more often than not. You 100% blamed Johnny for this, unable to get his face from your mind and name from your lips as you came. And that’s when you were actually able to get yourself to finish. Johnny had ruined you, he had ruined orgasms for you forever. Your one night stands didn’t stand a chance, and not even your favorite black vibrator could get you there half of the time. 

Fuck Johnny and his stupidly gorgeous face, and mind consuming body. The past few months had been going like this. You had memorized exactly when Johnny would be in class, out with friends or doing god knows what. Allowing yourself those moments to take out your sexual frustrations. 

You had been sitting on your couch all day, counting down the minutes until the tell tale sound of Johnny’s front door closing. When you finally heard it, you sprang into action, sprinting to your room and throwing open the drawer of your nightstand. You groaned as you tore your pants off as quickly as you could, already dripping from the thoughts of Johnny that had been swirling around your head all day long. 

You let out a too loud whimper when you finally pressed your fingers to your clit. Taking no time at all to start relieving some of the pressure that had been making you ache all day long. You were certain that if anyone on your floor was home, they would be able to hear your broken moans and whimpers. The sheer desperation outweighing your rational thoughts to quiet the hell down. 

In fact, your thoughts had completely left as you pressed your vibrator against yourself, biting into the pillow nearest to you as you writhed around on your bed. You were moaning broken fragments of Johnny’s name now, so desperate to cum yet so far from reaching your high that all reason had left your brain. 

You sat up quickly at the sound of the knocking. The panic of being caught by one of your neighbors causing you to almost fall as you tugged on your sweats and rushed to the door. 

You pulled upon your front door without much thought, apologies preparing to spill out of your lips until you met the dark eyes of Johnny. His hair had grown in the months you’d barely seen him. Your eyes flitted from his shoulder length blonde hair down to his rosy cheeks and bitten lips. 

“You’re so fucking loud,” he growled, walking into your apartment and closing the door in front of your frozen figure, “Are you always moaning my name this loud when I’m in class, kitten?”

“Johnny I can-,” you started, breath hitching in your chest as he gripped your jaw firmly. 

“I think that was a yes or no question,” Johnny spoke, “Do you always touch yourself when I’m gone?”

You were trembling at his dominant gaze, the stickiness between your thighs practically doubling at both his appearance and his words. You nodded, heat filling your entire body at the sheer embarrassment of him knowing how fucked you had been ever since that day on the elevator. 

“Words,” he growled, “Don’t make me punish you.”

“Yes, sir,” you whimpered, heat thrumming through your body as his thumb rubbed your jaw, raising an eyebrow at the new nickname. 

“Good girl,” he praised, cupping your cheek as he pressed a frantic kiss to your lips. Taking no time at all to deepen the kiss, licking your bottom lip. You opened up for him easily, groaning as his tongue explored your mouth, hands finding purchase on his chest. His lips trailed down to your neck, biting and sucking on the most sensitive parts of your neck. 

“Johnny please,” You begged, your hands finding their way into his hair. Your fingers tangling and tugging at the long blonde locks, smiling in satisfaction at his groan.

“Oh no baby,” Johnny said, grinning up at you and wiggling his eyebrows, “There’s no way in hell you call me Johnny after I hear the word sir leave that sinful little mouth of yours.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes at him, smacking his arm lightly. “Shut up.”

“Are you familiar with the color system?” He asked, placing a gentle bite on your earlobe. 

“Red for hard stop, yellow for pause and green for all good?” You asked, half moaning as Johnny’s hands slipped up your shirt. 

“Yeah that's the one,” Johnny muttered, “Color?”

“Green,” you whined as he pinched your nipple between his fingers, rolling gently.

“Good, because your brattiness is starting to piss me off, kitten,” he said, bringing his other hand around your neck and putting delicious pressure on your pulse. “Now I’m curious baby, just how long have you been getting off when I’m not supposed to be home? How many times have you come with my name on your lips?”

“Since-,” you started, “Since that day in the elevator.”

Johnny just tutted at you, forcing you to meet his gaze, “And you’ve been hiding what’s mine from me all this time?”

“I wouldn’t say it’s yours,” you smirked, chuckling at the light smack he gave your ass. 

“If it wasn’t mine, kitten,” he snarled, “then you wouldn’t come thinking of me. And by your pretty little moans earlier, we all know that’s not the case.”

At that Johnny threw your form over his shoulder, giving another playful hit to your ass before leading you to your bedroom. He set you gently on the bed, caging your body with his arms and pressing a swift kiss to your lips. You were about to question why he’d torn his lips from you, but you were stopped by his mischievous grin and the emergence of your still vibrating black vibrator. 

“Oh my god, Johnny,” you hit him in the shoulder, “turn it off!”

“Is this the Johnny you kept moaning so loudly about? He so rudely interrupted my afternoon nap you know.”

“You are insufferable!” you whined, trying to cover your embarrassed face with your hands. 

“Use it.”

“What?” you asked, peeking out from behind your hands. 

“I want to see you use it,” Johnny said simply, “You’ve been using this to cum all on your own. I wanna see how lil Johnny has been treating you.”

“Johnny you can’t be serious.”

“Oh I’m very serious,” he said, pulling your pants down for you, whistling lowly at the sight of your arousal smeared across your thighs, “It is a shame you misbehaved so much and need to be punished, kitten. I love the way you look with my fingers inside of you. Too bad.”

“Johnny, please,” you groaned, imagining just how incredible his fingers would feel right about now. 

“I thought I told you to call me sir, hm?” He asked, slapping the inside of your thigh before handing you the vibrator, “Now get to work.”

You let out a little whine as Johnny settled himself across the bed, staring intently at you. You took a deep breath, turning on your vibrator again, sucking your bottom lip into your teeth as you pressed it to your clit. Your eyes met with Johnny’s, his pupils dilated and lust-filled as he took in your already wrecked appearance. 

Your hips jolted, the power from the vibrator enough to have a familiar string of moans leaving your lips. You whined at the sight of Johnny palming himself over his sweats, reaching out with your free hand to try and touch him in some way. 

“Awe poor baby needs help?” Johnny pouted at you, “But I thought you could get off by yourself?”

You just groaned at this, endless afternoons of you coming so close to the edge but never making it flashing in your mind as you tried, and failed to prove him wrong. Your eyes never left his, and you were getting sick of the mischief that was in his. He was clearly taking too much pleasure from teasing you. Well two can play at that game. 

“Don’t you want to play with me, sir?” You asked, moaning as you slid a finger into yourself, never breaking eye contact with Johnny. You let out an exaggerated whine, spreading your legs further apart before pouting, “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself.”

Johnny smirked at you, an all knowing look in his eye as he sat up. He pressed a featherlight kiss to your cheek, and then your neck before tugging your shirt off of your body. 

“You’re lucky I’m so nice, kitten,” He grinned at you, turning the vibrator off  and throwing it from the bed before grazing his teeth over your nipples, “And so impatient.”

He may have called himself impatient, but his touches were light and teasing. Barely there, and by the time you had realized where his fingers were they had moved somewhere else. It was torture. 

“Please, sir,” you begged, groaning as his fingertips grazed your clit for a second. 

“What’s the matter, kitten?” He asked, feigning confusion, “I thought you wanted me to play with you?”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” you argued back, voice getting quieter at the dangerous look Johnny sent you. 

“You aren’t being very nice for someone who is trying to get what they want,” Johnny warned, nipping down the length of your body before placing a bit on the inside of your thigh. He let out a pleased sigh as his eyes met with your dripping sex, placing gentle kisses all around it, but never in the place you wanted it. “And you never answered my question, kitten. How many times have you cum with my name on your lips, hm?”

“I--,” you started, sucking in a breath as he pressed a gentle kiss to your core, “I haven’t been able to since that day. I’ve only cum a handful of times.”

Johnny pulled away from your core, a surprised look crossing his face before he gave you a gentle smile. “Fuck. No wonder why you’re so worked up kitten, god. It’s been almost 3 months and you haven’t cum properly?”

You nodded at him, hands intertwining with his as he worked his mouth back up your body. 

“My poor baby, so needy. A pretty little slut like you can’t go that long without cumming,” Johnny said pressing his lips anywhere they could reach, “Let me take care of that for you. Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you."

You ignored his laugh as you desperately shot up, practically throwing him down on the bed. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t spent more hours than not thinking about the way his tongue had felt pressed against your heat.

You could’ve cried when you finally straddled his head. His large hands pulling you down to settle on his mouth. Surprisingly he got to work right away, licking furiously at your desperate clit, fingers spreading and kneading your ass as you melted for him. You couldn’t help but fall forward as his ministrations continued, hands landing on either side of his torso as your eyes were met with the outline of his cock. 

You whimpered at a particularly powerful lick, hands immediately reaching to untie his sweatpants. You tried to wiggle them off, Johnny lifting his hips to help you. You drooled when you finally saw his cock standing proud and red, aching for some sort of friction. Clearly Johnny had a lot more self-control than you. 

You wasted no time pulling his dick in your mouth, moaning around his length as he kept passionately eating you out. He was acting like he was a man starved, messily licking into you and making the most lewd noises. Not that you were any better, suckling loudly around his length. 

“Such a desperate slut,” Johnny moaned, pulling away from you for a second, “I try giving you a reward and you don’t last a minute before trying to fill one of your holes with my cock.”

You moaned around him, his words causing your pussy to shudder as he slipped a long digit into your folds. His finger, partnered with his tongue was too much. It felt too good. With the weight of Johnny’s cock on your tongue, his finger hitting your sensitive spots and his mouth ravishing your clit, you were fast approaching your high. 

You let him slip out of your mouth, an unashamed moan leaving your lips as you started grinding your hips desperately against his hot tongue. 

“Please, sir,” you moaned, “Please please please let me cum, I’m so close. I’ll do anything. I’ll be good, please just let me cum.”

He sucked your clit harsley before muttering, “Cum.”

You came almost immediately, sheer pleasure rocking through your body as you spasmed in Johnny’s hold. Legs shaking as you gripped onto the bed sheets for any sort of hold. 

You could feel Johnny’s hands rubbing soothing circles across your skin, gently flipping you over so you were laying on the bed. He kissed you gently as you came down from your high, thumb rubbing your hip bone gently until your breathing regulated. 

When your eyes fluttered open you were met with a grinning Johnny, pressing a soft kiss to your nose and cupping your face with both of his hands. 

“Hi,” you giggled, smiling back at him.

“Hi,” he smiled back, “Better?”

You nodded at him, bringing him back down into a kiss, a much needier kiss. When you pulled away, you pouted. 

“What now?” Johnny joked, playfully rolling his eyes at you. 

“You are wearing too many clothes.”

He let out a full laugh then, pecking your lips once more before sitting up and throwing his shirt off. You let your hand run up his abdomen, fingers grazing the well-defined sections of his abs, before reaching his cock. You wrapped your hand tightly around his member, opening your mouth easily to him as he crashed his lips against yours. 

“Color?” he asked, breathing heavily as you continued to pump his length in your hands. 

“Green,” you said, “Fuck, so green. Johnny please fuck me.”

And just like that Johnny snapped into his dom persona, his eyes darkening once again. He pushed your hand away from him, his other hand wrapping around your neck. 

“I thought I told you to call me sir.” He growled, slapping the inside of your thigh before sliding two fingers in your cunt. He started a relentless pace, teeth biting at your lips before kissing you. He squeezed your throat a little tighter, eyes flickering to yours to check for any discomfort. When he didn’t see any he latched his mouth onto you nipple, biting and sucking there as he began scissoring you open. Moans were tumbling out of your mouth, your already sensitive body thrumming with pleasure as he ravished you. 

When he deemed you ready enough he threw your legs over his shoulders, your body pressed together as he bottomed out with a groan. His hair was dangling down and brushing against your body, tickling you slightly as he moved. You were absolutely throbbing around him. The stretch of his cock causing your walls to flutter around him. 

“Fuck,” you muttered, feeling him so deep in your that you could’ve sworn you could see a bulge in your stomach. He pulled out slowly as he felt you relax around him, thrusting back harshly. 

He kept a brutal pace, your body inching up the bed at the power of his thrusts. The two of you were loud, Johnny’s grunts spurring on your moans. You could tell that he was just as worked up as you were, biting and sucking any space of skin he could connect his mouth to. 

“God, your little hole was made for my cock, huh kitten?” Johnny moaned, wrapping his hand around your neck once more, the moans flying out of your mouth praise enough for him to keep going. 

You were being fucked so hard you couldn’t see straight, the breath knocked out of you from both Johnny’s thrusts and his hold around your neck. The lack of oxygen to your brain was creating a delicious fog of pleasure. 

You protested as Johnny pulled out, going silent as he turned you over and harshly slapped your ass. You smiled dumbly as he slid his cock back into you, feeling so happy and full. You had been dreaming about his cock being in you again for months, and you couldn’t be happier that he was currently fucking you dumb with it. 

You couldn’t help but clench your pussy around his cock as he wrapped your hair in his hand and pulled. He groaned at the sensation, keeping your hair in one hand and grabbing your hip with the other.  He was frantic at this point, pulling your hip to meet his thrusts. 

You weren’t going to last. You weren’t going to last with your hair being pulled, and him hitting your spots so powerfully. He knew it too, the way you were clenching around him and cursing were dead giveaways. And he didn’t stop as his thrusts lost their rhythm, simply reaching his hand between your legs and circling your clit with his fingers. 

You took this as permission to cum, probably asking him for permission anyways. You had no idea what words were coming out of your mouth. You knew you were moaning, and shaking and so so close. It wasn’t until you heard the fuck fall from his lips and felt the warmth of his cum filling you that your snapped. Body shaking in pleasure as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. 

White noise filled your head as you clenched and unclenched around Johnny’s cock. Johnny was breathing just as heavily as you were, his body pressed firmly against your back. He took a few moments to collect himself, before gently pulling out of you and flopping to the side. He pulled you gently to his side, tucking the loose strands of hair behind your ear as the two of you lay in silence. 

“We should shower,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. 

“I don’t wanna move,” you groaned, “I don’t think I can move after that.”

Your head wiggled as Johnny’s chest shook with laughter, a foreign feeling filling your stomach as you smiled back at him.  

“Well I will take full responsibility and carry you to the shower myself,” he said, sitting abruptly before pulling you completely in his arms, your legs automatically wrapping around his torso as he stood up. 

“Shower or bath?” he asked, setting you on the bathroom counter when he reached your bathroom. 

“Shower,” you decided quickly, pouting your lips for a kiss, which Johnny happily obliged, “Then we can eat dinner faster.”

“My thoughts exactly,  kitten,” he smiled at you, checking the temperature of the water before grabbing both of your hands and leading you under the spray. He got started washing your body, giving your muscles a light massage as he lathered the soap. 

He was taking care of you so well, cleaning every part of your body as gently as he could, pressing kisses anywhere he pleased. You couldn’t help but panic a little bit at the domesticity of it all. Just this morning you were calling him your sworn enemy, and now here you were, being cared for by him. Letting him lather your shampoo and wash your hair. It was almost painful the explosion of butterflies you felt, your heart beating out of your chest as you studied his face. His tongue was poking out slightly, focused on massaging your scalp. He was so damn handsome.

“Quit staring,” he laughed, “I know I'm irresistible but I don’t want you to get shampoo in your eyes.”

“Oh shut up,” you laughed, dumping some shampoo in your hand so that you could wash his hair too. 

He toweled you off when you were done, pecking your lips quickly before heading back to your bedroom and pulling on his sweats. You followed behind him, pulling on some comfy clean clothes and heading into the living room. You watched as the muscles in his back tensed while he was looking for any sort of food, and you laughed when he told you to buy more groceries. 

You had definitely misjudged him, a fact that was clearly evident as you talked over boxes of take out. It turns out one of his grandparents had passed away, which is why he didn’t do any work on his group project, and his mom was struggling financially right now so he moved into this cheap place to send her any leftover money he could. 

“I feel like a dick,” you whined, shoving another piece of chicken into your mouth.

“You didn’t know,” Johnny reminded you, gently rubbing your calf, “Although I like the title girlfriend a lot better than enemy.”

“I’m not saying yes until you take me on a date,” you kicked him gently in the stomach, grinning at his fake hurt expression. 

“We all know I won’t have to wait long,” he laughed, “I’m not the one who had any trouble getting off after the frist time.”

You sat up at this, tickling fingers ready, “You are so annoying, Johnny. Don’t get cocky!” 

You both settled down after calling a truce,a smile ong your lips and Johnny’s hand in yours as you watched some stupid movie. Being with Johnny felt right, it felt good. He was easy to talk to, and could make you laugh so hard ramen came out of your nose. That night, when you fell asleep on the couch and woke up on the bed, you knew exactly who had carried you there. A snoring Johnny beside you with his arm draped over your stomach. Yeah, you had definitely misjudged him. What better way to apologize than by waking him up with your mouth. 

So that's exactly what you did. He woke up pretty quickly, groaning as realized the wet warmth that surrounded his cock. 

“Mmm, good morning to you too,” he joked groggily, running one of his hands through your hair as you continued sucking. 

You watched as his breathing started to escalate, abs tensing as he let out beautiful moans. His eyes were hazy, clearly still sleepy, but they were trained on yours. He pulled you off of his length easily, dragging your face up for a slow but intense kiss. You lifted your butt as he pulled your shorts down, lips never parting. Quiet breathy moans filling your room as he pushed his length slowly into you. It was slow and lazy and perfect. His hands held onto your hips as you rode him. 

“You look beautiful,”he whispered, rubbing one of his hands up and down your waist. 

“You don’t look half-bad yourself,” you joked, hips stuttering at the pleasure. It didn’t take long for the two of you to finish, kissing lazily while you fucked and not stopping after the two of you had finished. 

“Hey Johnny,” you started, pulling away for just a moment, “I really really like you.”

“Hey Yn,” he repeated, kissing your nose, “I really really like you too.”

You watched as his eyes crinkled while he flashed you a smile, and yeah you had a feeling you were fucked.

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I know we all love the monkey man and hes sexy and everything...but maybe Zeke for number 1 or your 1k fluff prompts? Theres never anything for him that's fluff...🥺🙏

“you’ll be mine one day”

pairing: zeke yeager x female reader

cw: language, mentions of weed and alcohol, fluff, reader cheating with zeke, mutual pining

word count: ​2500+

a/n: yes i all monkey man sm and of course this fluff has a bit of a weird theme to it but i hope you still liked it

summary: in which after meeting zeke multiple times throughout the month, every time saying the same thing, the only problem being that you have a drunken boyfriend in his way

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Zeke loved coffee, everyday for the past month he’d walk right into the coffee shop right before work started, ordering his favourite coffee and waiting in the seat right beside the window. The atmosphere smelled of crushed coffee beans, the cakes and desserts that were behind glass. Zeke loved coffee especially when the pretty barista with locks that framed her face perfectly was the one to take his order and give him the coffee cup with the perfect heart in it. He loved coffee like an addict does opium, he loved the way it sat on his tongue, the way it looked at him with such lust. The way it’d be gone in a matter of seconds in one rash blink.

You knew the man’s routine so often that when he’d be running late a hurt was felt through your body. Zeke and you both knew that the constant glances in the half an hour he stayed at the window seat, the lingering touches as you grabbed the empty coffee cup to get him another was wrong. But even then how could he resist you, the way your eyes spoke so much in just a mere glance. He felt infatuated beyond belief but there was one thing in his way of pursuing anything with you, your boyfriend.

With his unkempt hair and smell of weed always around him, Zeke didn’t understand why someone as delightful and pretty as you would go for someone who looked off his head. He was unemployed from what Zeke had gathered; he knew if you were with him you wouldn’t have to work this job. You could stay at home and be his, you wouldn’t have to worry about making ends meet as long as you stayed by his side.

Even with your boyfriend being a minor factor in his mission to get you, he left the same words on the napkin each day, he always left as soon as you went into the back to restock the cupcakes and savoury desserts. The napkin placed on top of the empty mug, you hated how much influence the man had on you.

You had had many conversations with him when work got slow which occurred a lot when he came in the early mornings. But even then his insistence that you’d come to him was prevalent, maybe you did have a crush on the man, he was older by a couple years, established in life, had the stability and security you and your boyfriend never had and worst of all. He had the ability to flirt with you so easily even with the risk of your boyfriend around, Zeke may have respected the position of your relationship with another, but he would never give up on you as easily as you had expected him too.

It was another early morning, you stood behind the counter, watching Zeke in his tight suit, the white shirt unbuttoned as his suit jacket swayed with the wind. The cigarette that he had in his mouth being chucked to the ground as he stepped on it putting it out. The sound of the door jingling made you plaster on a smile at the blond boy who came with a small smirk on his face. “Hello, what can I get for you today, Zeke?” The place was pretty much empty, it hadn’t hit the morning shifts yet and you assumed Zeke started working a lot earlier than the rest of the city. You were the only one at the counter as your colleague had gone to make some food for when the breakfast rush came.

“Morning Y/n, can I have a white coffee and your number on the side?” He spoke the last part confidently with his lip twitching upwards at how you shook your head.

“Nice try Zeke, anything else you need?”

He paused thinking as he stared at you, you looked so delicate and pretty, all the things he could do to you flashed through his head. Maybe it was sleazy to think such crude thoughts but what you didn’t know didn’t harm you, right? “You, if possible.”

“I’ll have your drink made in a couple minutes, Zeke.” You chuckled out, he loved the way you said his name, the way you gave that soft touch as he passed you the money. Your fingers gliding against his own, he took his normal seat watching you pour the hot liquid into the cup, he knew you’d give him another heart like you normally did. You always did concentrate too much on the finer details, you took the cup and plate that went under it bringing it to the man. Placing it down, Zeke saw the heart as you gave him a soft smile, “what you working on now?” You questioned knowing nobody else was going to come in.

You took the seat opposite him, the papers in his hand that looked really important, “foreign affairs, all hush hush, but for a pretty girl like you I could tell you the details.”

“Wouldn’t that be a national security issue?” You folded your arms raising an eye at the man, he gave off this presence of confidence and knew exactly what he was doing with his life. A stability that seemed ever so far away from you, you had often imagined what dating a man like Zeke would be like, how you could work full time at university instead of part time, how you could come home to warmth rather than weed. “Tell me more about what you do.”

You leant your head against your arm as you often spent mornings listening to him ramble on about his career, nodding and humming along whenever the time came. He seemed to enjoy speaking about his work, you could listen to it forever, you nodded almost love struck as the man spoke. Your work colleagues often saying you looked like a girl who was talking to her first crush. “One day I’ll show you what we’re working on.” You nodded at the false promise, one day he’d forget about the barista, he'd become too big, too important for a girl who had nothing going for her than an alcoholic weed smoking loser.

“Promise.” You hadn’t meant to whisper the words, but Zeke gave a soft smile.

He watched how you put your hands out, away from your chin as you leant backwards, grabbing your hands he looked you dead in the eye, “I don’t lie to pretty girls.”

You gave another chuckle, seeing how your eyes went to the arriving customers, the rush about to occur. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You walked away without another word, he watched you go into the back to help bring some of the new produce. Quickly bringing his pen out as he wrote the words onto the napkin, you’ll be mine one day, in his cursive handwriting, his initials were underneath before leaving it beside the empty coffee. Grabbing his stuff as he left just as customers began to barge past to get their morning fix, he took one last look inside seeing you happily smile and take their money, before finally walking away.

You had managed to hand out the coffee cups to those in a hurry before starting to clear tables, taking the napkin Zeke left, the same words every day. Maybe if you had outright told him to stop he would, but the excitement each day you got from the romantic gesture filled your heart. You didn’t know what had gone wrong in your relationship with your boyfriend, maybe it was the drugs or his loss of job. Maybe you had fallen out of love and he had notices, his lying and pleas to make you stay by him. The manipulation and deceit something you wouldn’t get from Zeke; you stuffed the napkin in your pocket ready to put it with the 28 other napkins you had.

Keeping all safe within a box in your bedroom, the fear that arose from being caught with it all. Maybe it was emotional cheating but in a relationship like your own maybe you deserved better, you wiped your hands on your apron. Everything has subsided as you and your colleague went on your break as your manager took over.

“I see how you look at Zeke, just break up with your shitty boyfriend.” She said taking a sip of her coffee, you had your own in your hand thinking about the man.

“I can’t, he needs me.”

She raised her eyebrow at the comment, “he needs a fix and therapy, Y/n, I might sound like an ass right now, but all your boyfriend thinks about is getting his dick wet, getting high and getting drunk.”

There was truth in your friends words and as your break ended, you gripped the napkin tighter than you had imagined. Staring at the eloquent writing, the way he wrote Z and Y, even his handwriting seemed perfect. You took a sharp breath realising that in the 29 days you had known Zeke, he had provided more love and warmth than the man you had been dating for years now. You needed to break up with him, needed to confess to Zeke that his crush wasn’t one sided.

Just as the café closed up, you nimbly parted ways from your friend as you began to walk to your apartment. You knew what was to occur, your boyfriend on the couch high with his friends beside him, you really didn’t want to go back. You felt your phone begin to ring as you answered it to hear the drunken shouting of your boyfriend, you didn’t even bother with the words instead hanging up. Clinging the napkin between your fingers, you walked a different direction, towards the offices that Zeke had so often told you about.

You didn’t know what you would do once you arrived but the glass doors with the frosted words of Marley led you to walk inside. The yellow lights bringing warmth as you walked towards the front desk, you didn’t look like you belonged, looked like some stray. You tapped your fingers against the white marble as the woman finally turned to meet you, “hi, what can I help you with?”

She smiled at you as you really had no idea what to say, “Zeke.”

“Zeke?” She paused, “like Mr. Yeager, one of the partners here.” You nodded as she gave a confused look at you. “Who are you?”

“I’m a friend of his, do you know where I…I can find him.” She looked at you hesitantly.

She tapped on the keyboard, the only sound being her taps, “I can call him down if he’s a friend, we have a security measure so I can’t send you up, but if you wait on those chairs he’ll be down shortly.”

You nodded quickly turning on your heels as you moved to the white chairs, it looked empty, the staff probably having left hours ago. You hadn’t realised Zeke to have been a partner of this place, it seemed way above your standards. You felt the need to leave and never come back, to apologise for wasting the woman’s time but just as you were about to get up. The ding of the elevator made you stop, Zeke coming out with a brunette-haired woman, she smiled at the man as he walked beside her speaking on some matters.

He went to the front office lady and he pointed to you as both him and the woman looked at you. Zeke confused before beginning to walk up to you, “Y/n, what happened?”

“I…I…don’t know why I came here?” You paused taking a sharp breath, “so…sorry I should go, I…” You were ready to run away, embarrassment across your face at the fear of feeling vulnerable in front of this man.

He grabs your wrist stopping you from leaving, bringing you to face him again, “Pieck, I’ll see you tomorrow.” The woman he had been with nodded saying a goodbye before she left herself, “come on, you can explain everything in my office.”

You didn’t know how you had agreed to go with him, your other hand had been clutching the napkin out of instinct, he guided you up the elevator, his taller frame against your own as his hand was on your back. He shuffled you along past the many smaller offices before his name was frosted onto the door, opening the glass as he let you into the much larger area.

“Take a seat.” He gestured to the couch that had a coffee table in front of it, he got out some alcohol putting it on the table as he poured two glasses out for the two of you. “What happened?”

“I…I…I’m sorry, I interrupted your meeting, and I shouldn’t have come here.” You were ready to get up again, but Zeke moved to sit beside you. His discarded suit jacket on his desk as he had rolled up his sleeves, his glasses sitting perfectly across his face.

He brought his hands to your one shaky ones, it seemed to have calmed you down, but he noticed the napkin scrunched up in your hands. “Shoosh it’s okay, take your time.”

You nodded taking a sharp breath as you explained how your boyfriend had shouted at you and how you really didn’t want to go back to your apartment. “I just can’t do this anymore Zeke, I…I deserve happiness right, I do don’t I?”

Zeke had noticed the tears form in your eyes, it cascaded down your perfect face as he wiped them away softly. He was frustrated, frustrated at your arrogant dickhead of a boyfriend, frustrated at the world for making his girl cry.

“You deserve happiness.” You didn’t know what had gotten into you, but at his tender sweet words you moved your hand onto his thigh, crashing your lips onto his own. You felt no guilt, nothing as you kissed the man, your other man moving to his blonde beard as you cupped his face. He knew it was wrong, you had a boyfriend, you were cheating but he couldn’t resist you. He felt you crawl onto his lap, pushing him against the couch as you deepened the kiss. His tongue gliding inside your own as you gave a soft moan of his name, it sent him into an overload as he gripped your waist with one hand and the other to caress your cheek.

He watched as a string of saliva stayed between the two mouths as you both parted, “I…shouldn’t have done that.”

“Don’t go back on me now, doll.” He teased, laying underneath you, he brought his hand to touch your hair, his touch making you go soft inside. “I told you…”

“Told me what?” You questioned still on his lap; he brought his head closer again to your mouth.

Through every kiss he gave you, he said the four words, “that you’d be mine someday” In a matter of seconds you realised the implications of his words, you were his, you were everything he had dreamt about. You would leave that disgusting man and be Zeke’s forever.

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are you ticklish? // c.d

summary: can i request cedric diggory baking with the reader? i just need a lil fluff in my life 🥺 i LOVE U AND UR WRITING SO MUCH I HOPE U KNOW THAT! THANKS!

warnings: there’s no plot. its just fluff, my friends.

word count: 1.6k

a/n: sorry this is so late! i have been having writer’s block for like two weeks now so production has been slow here lol. thank you all for being patient! (also i’m sorry this doesn’t involve baking per say, but i hope you enjoy anyways!)

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The smell of warm, gooey cookies filled your shared home with Cedric as you sat yourself in front of the oven, impatiently staring into the little window and counting down the fifteen minutes until they would be ready. It was hard to stay away from them, you thought. The smell was just teasing you — taunting you, as if saying ‘the cookies are in progress, but you can’t touch them just yet.’

Cedric, leaning against the counter and taking a sip of his tea, fought the urge to chuckle as he watched you, seated comfortably on the floor with a blanket wrapped around you and a silly grin on your face.

Oh, how he adored you. Every little thing about you. From you desire to crack jokes only to see people laugh, to the way small things — like baking — would render you utterly happy. He had fallen for you all those years ago at Hogwarts, and never regretted a moment of it. You captured his attention as much now as you did all those years ago.

He watched, content as ever, while you eyed the timer above the stove.

“Come sit with me,” you reached out to him, giving him a soft smile that he knew he couldn’t say no to even if he wanted to.

He placed his mug down on the counter and leaned down, sitting on the cold floor and scooting as close to you as he could. His heart did a little flip as you lifted your arm and wrapped your blanket around him — he could smell you and feel the heat radiating off of your body. He really did love it.

“It smells nice in here,” you said, leaning your head against his shoulder.

He nodded softly before leaning his head against yours, lifting his hand and placing it atop your knee, “It does. Bet they’ll taste better than they smell.”

“Well, of course they will,” you scoffed, poking him in the side and causing him to jump slightly at the ticklish sensation, “Cookies always taste better than they smell. Besides, smelling them doesn’t put them in my belly.”

Cedric couldn’t fight the laughter that bubbled within him, the vibrations from his body causing you to let out your own laughter. He found your laughter infectious — unique in its own adorable way — so your laughter only egged him on to laugh harder.

The two of you were just sitting on the floor, wrapped in a blanket and staring at an oven, giggling away while the clock on the wall flashed 2:34am.

“Reckon we’ll have any left tomorrow?” Cedric found himself asking after a few moments of silence, the comfortable air in the room not previously needing to be broken by conversation.

“Nope,” you replied rather quickly, lifting your head off of his shoulder and giving him a toothy grin, “I’ll eat them all while we go watch telly in bed.”

Cedric had recently introduced you to a Muggle service called Netflix — which you had to admit, you really liked. It was hard to go to sleep without watching a few episodes. The two of you had recently started a new series and were up late binging it — only, you had had no snacks. 

That’s how the two of you ended up in the kitchen at this hour of the morning, the smell of chocolate cookies wafting through the quiet apartment and the low rumble of your stomach signalling your impatience.

Beep!

Cedric stumbled over as you jumped up, picking your wand up off of the counter and opening the oven. He was eye-level with the blast of heat that emerged, causing him to grimace and stand up hastily, waving his hands in front of his face.

“Oh, the smell of joy,” you grinned, eyeing the cookies as you lifted your wand, lifting the tray out of the oven and placing it atop the stove. The smell was now ten times stronger that they were out of the oven, and even Cedric couldn’t fight the hungry grumble in his belly.

He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder, “They don’t smell as good as you, though.”

He grinned to himself as a blush rose on your cheeks, the corners of your lips curving up. You always became rather flustered at his compliments — one of the many reasons he loved showering you with them any chance he could get. The way that your cheeks and ears turned pink as the shy smile grew on your face — it was one of Cedric’s favourite things.

“Oh, such a smooth talker, Ced,” you giggled, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck, his still wrapped comfortably around your waist. You could feel the heat coming off of him, surrounding your flushed body comfortably and making the dingy tile floor feel less freezing against your bare feet.

“You know it,” he smirked, leaning forwards and pressing a light kiss against your nose, “Theres no one else I’d want to make cookies with at 2am.”

You nodded your head, “Same here.” And it was true — there was no one else you’d want to do this with. Cedric was it for you, no one else would ever come close. 

He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. They were familiar and warm, but they didn’t fail to make sparks fly in your belly no matter how many times you kissed. The feeling of kissing him was intoxicating — intoxicating enough you nearly forgot about the baked goods sitting on a tray behind you.

Cedric, however, couldn’t care less about the cookies at this point. He was utterly lost in your touch, in your kiss, in your smell. He didn’t want to stop and there was nothing in the world that could change his mind.

“They’re gonna get cold,” you pulled away from him slightly, mumbling against his lips.

“I’m afraid I don’t care,” he replied, wanting to pull you closer and continue kissing you until the sun came up and brightened the dim kitchen. 

You giggled, lowering your hands down from his neck to his waist, poking him in the sides and causing him to jump back. He screeched slightly at the ticklish sensation, pulling his lips away from yours and glaring you down.

“Well,” he brushed his shaggy brown hair out of his eyes, “That’s not fair.”

You raised and eyebrow, winking at him, before turning around to face the cookies, “They’re gonna get cold!”

Without waiting for him to retaliate, you picked up a cookie off of the tray, the softness and heat of it causing it to crumble slightly in your hand before you shoved the whole thing in your mouth.

You had been utterly wrong about them getting cold, however, because the second the cookie hit your tongue, it felt like it was on fire. The chocolate was scalding and your tongue felt fuzzy immediately. You let out a small cough and opened your mouth.

“I’m going to guess by your expression that they’re not cold?” Cedric smirked, placing his hands on his hips.

You gave him a glare, eating the cookie with your mouth open to cool it down, “I have made a terrible mistake.”

He nodded slowly, pursing his lips, “Karma for the tickling.”

You continued awkwardly chewing your cookie, glaring him down with narrowed eyes. His smirk never faltered, however, and the second that you swallowed your burning cookie, he lunged forwards with his arms out and his hands went straight to your sides.

You let out a loud yelp at the feeling, the ground beneath your feet disappearing as he lifted you up, wrapped you in his arms, and tickled you like there was no tomorrow. His laughter was bouncing off of the small kitchen walls as you began kicking and pushing him, hoping to get some sort of relief from the ticklish torture.

“Ced! Stop!” you gasped for breath through your laughter and shouting, hoping your neighbours down below wouldn’t hate you too much for causing such a ruckus at this early hour. Your laughter echoed through the small apartment as you struggled to breathe properly.

“Stop!”

“Fine, fine,” Cedric sighed dramatically, placing you down on the ground and standing above you. You finally touched the floor with your feet and let out a sigh of relief, the ghosting feeling of his hands on your waist making a shiver run down your spine. Cedric had always loved tickling you every chance he could get — but you, on the other hand, enjoyed it a little less.

You looked up at him, his eyes bright and his smile practically radiant. You couldn’t even bring yourself to pretend to be mad at him with that look on his face. He looked like a giddy child — a giddy child that had just received the exact gift he wanted on Christmas morning. And for some cruel reason, tickling you had been the gift he had longed for.

“Tickling should be a form of torture, you know,” you pulled down the hem of your shirt from where it had ridden up moments before, “I’d spill all of my deepest darkest secrets.”

His eyebrow cocked up and a glint of playfulness was evident in his eyes, “Oh, deepest darkest secrets, you say?”

Immediately regretting how close you were standing to him, you dodged his hands and took off towards the living room, Cedric’s loud footsteps letting you know he was chasing after you.

He was a rather quick runner, this you knew, but luckily he was in a playful mood and therefore was letting you outrun him as you darted down the hallway to your shared bedroom, continuously avoiding his grabby hands and the mischief in his eyes.

Unfortunately for you, the cookies had now long been forgotten.

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Dancing with Strangers

Ok here’s part 2 I guess, this is a bit longer than the first one, I was listening to the playlist again and kinda got into the zone. This chapter is where things get a little hotter but theres no sexy time still...I don’t know do you guys want that? Do you want more plot? I don’t know how long I wanna make this story guess I’ll leave it up to you guys so let me know what you think. Also the image included is one I drew digitally from a template found on Pinterest, if you repost or use it please give just mention me :)

Warnings: swearing in this one, very suggestive behaviour and language, nothing to spicy

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Part 2-

You were grinning from ear to ear, a gentle happy buzz fizzing under your skin as you entered the heat of the club your friends insisted was the best in town. Been an exchange student in a very different country like Japan could have been a scary experience for anyone, but you had actually spend some of your young life living in Hiroshima and made life long friends, 2 of which were currently pulling on your hands to lead you to the bar as they laughed loudly. Japanese was your second language, one you adored and had kept practicing through the years, and when the chance came to study at the same uni as your best friends for your final year, you couldn’t buy the plane ticket fast enough!

“Y/N! What are you drinking?!” Miku shouted to you over the music, Sakura already flirting with the barman.

“Same as before, just a vodka and coke please Mi-Mi.” She nodded and turned to Sakura, yelling at her to order the drinks already. You couldn’t help but smile and shake your head at your friends antics. They never seemed to change, no matter how many years passed.

Taking a look around the club, you was somewhat relieved that the crowd on the dance floor wasn’t too crazy. You could hold your liquor pretty well, hence why you weren’t as effected as the others in your group, and you didn’t want to loose people in the crowd.

A sudden shiver took over your body, heat stroking your skin like a touch, trailing over your form. Not so surprising, people were often surprised to see a foreigner in the clubs, so you brushed it off. Taking the drink Miku had bought you for her round, your group cheered and took a drink. As “Such a Whore” finished, you and your friends cheered as “Sexy chick” began, quickly finishing your drinks and heading to the dance floor.

———

Blue and black eyes roamed the foreign beauty with no attempt at hiding their interest. She was stunning; her lush hair shimmering in the flashing lights and flowing with every move she made, dressed in something skin tight and pretty to show off her curves but not too revealing and flashy, make-up made to look natural and only flatter her already pretty features. Her body rolled in controlled rhythms to match the beat, her feet shuffling. God she was a sight for sore eyes.

Her face lit up as she and the group surrounding her recognised the beginning of “Lights down low”. Then the real show began. It was like she rehearsed the dance before, singing along to the sinful words. Gojo licked his bottom lip slowly, his blue eyes glued to the way she threw her head back and grinned cheekily at no one. Kakashi couldn’t stop staring at how her hips snapped and thrust like she was acting out the song from both male and female perspectives, his hand tightening dangerously on the glass bottle now finished in his hand. Images of possibilities filled their minds.

“Damn,” Gojo sighed almost to himself.

Kakashi nodded in agreement anyway. “Please tell me you don’t want her for yourself.”

Gojo grin was devilish. “Now where’s the fun in that?” He chuckled, passing his brother another beer he’d just bought, sipping as the foreign beauty dancing like a damn belly dancer to “Culo”. “Do you wanna try make the first move this time?”

The other white haired male shook his head. “Wouldn’t want to risk loosing this one.” Gojo patted his back good natured lay. He was proud of how far his best friend had come in his confidence and prowess, but he knew he had a way to go yet.

“I know what you mean though pal, what a catch.” His blue eyes narrowed at some men clearly eye-fucking you. “I’m gonna make our play before one of those wolves takes a bite.” Kakashi levelled the group was a fierce glare of his own, nodding in approval. This was their hunting ground after all, others had to wait their turn and take the scraps.

Handing his half empty bottle to his still glaring friend, Gojo gracefully weaved through the crowd, gently easing past the many women trying to dance with him. He was determined, his goal set, eyes locked on you.

Your friends span you, making you laugh, but you paused for a second to grin as “Promiscuous” opened up. What you hadn’t expected was a very hot, very pleasant voice to gently sing the beginning “How you doing young lady,” into your ear.

Surprised, you turned only to pause as the most amazing blue eyes you’d ever seen pierced through your gaze and stared right at your soul. Your cheeks heated as the man grinned, pleased at your staring and continued his singing. Blinking to clear your mind from the surprise and shock that a damn MODEL was hitting on you, you began singing too.

“You expect me to just let you hit it, but will you still respect me if you get it.” Your tone held a warning in there somewhere, wether he picked up on it over the volume was another matter. The white haired beauty before you laughed cheerfully, smoothly taking your hand and spinning you to face away from him, before pulling you back so you were pressed up to him.

“I’m curious about you, you seem so innocent.” He teased, hands squeezing your hips. You didn’t even pause, singing the reply but focused more on moving your body to the beat, and into his. “Promiscuous girl, your teasing me. You know what I want, and I got what you need.” He growled in your ear, causing your spine and insides to shudder in delight. You tilted your head back and laughed, only hitting his chest. God this guys tall.

You dipped to the floor and brought yourself up elegantly against him, now facing the dazzling stranger with a teasing grin of your own. “I’m a big girl I can handle myself, but if I get lonely imma need your help. Pay attention to me, I don’t talk for my health.”

The male’s grin turned hungry, his large hands dragging up the side of your body from your hip, tracing your collarbone, before wrapping his hand around your throat. There was no pressure, he just rested his big hand there, engulfing your neck easily, making you look at him as he bit his lip. “The names Gojo Satoru, and you beautiful, can call me Sensei.”

“My names L/N Y/N, not beautiful, flattery only gets you so far...onii-san.” You smirked back as the song changed to “Where have you been”.

Gojo smiled genuinely, letting out a long hum of amusement. “Then let me start by buying you a drink beautiful, I left my brother all alone at the bar just to try talk to you.”

Laughing, you raised a brow. “Talk? Yeah right. I’m sorry but I’m out with my friends, and I don’t want to leave them, I’m the most sober one after all-”

“Of course she’ll have a drink!” Miku all but screamed excitedly. You turned to her with a frown, opening your mouth to refuse, but she grabbed your arm and whispered loudly in your ear. “He’s Gojo Satoru, and his friend is Kakashi Hatake! They’re like small time celebs around here, they’re both hot as fuck and close. Like REALLY close, they only ever take a girl home who they both want, they know what the fuck they're doing too and they’re policemen! Trust me, go with them and thank me later! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Miku all but pushed you into Gojo waiting arms, the male chuckling charmingly at the scene. You watched as your group of friends gave you thumbs up and shooed you away, Sakura and Miku blowing you kisses and winks. “What the?”

“So, what can I get you beautiful?” Gojo purred in your ear to distract you, his arm wrapping comfortably around your shoulders and leading you back to Kakashi who had ordered another drink, and was straightening out his shirt and hair out of nervousness. “Don’t worry, just one drink, anything you want and if your not having fun by the end of it, then I’ll escort you back to your friends myself.”

You bit your lip, about to glance back at your friends to check on them, when another handsome white haired male gently smiled at you, with stunning black eyes, an adorable beauty mark on his chin, a dangerous scar over one eye and a perfect jawline. “One drink wont hurt then, I guess.” You replied, almost shyly as you stood between both men, leaning against the bar.

One drink turned into four, and they were not drunk quick ether. You had lost track of time and songs playing as Gojo and Kakashi bantered easily, always keeping you involved and centre of attention. You were beyond grateful that you could hold your liqueur and hadn’t being going crazy like your friends, it made it easy to follow along with the conversation. You were quick to pitch in effortlessly with cheeky and teasing remarks that had the 2 men both in stitches with laughter, and enamoured with you all at once. Most women were happy to sit and giggle, focus on looking pretty and flirt with suggestive touching, not really focus on what they were saying. You were intelligent, modest and sweet with undertones of naughty delight. It excited both men more than anything had in a while.

When a more suggestive song came through the speakers, Gojo sent Kakashi a discrete look, both leading you to the dance floor after your drinks were finished. Once in their favourite spot, their stage was set to begin the best part of the hunt. This part was more than just seduction, this was about using the music, their words, bodies and heat to turn yours on to the max, until you couldn’t take it anymore. And their favourite spot held just enough cover and darkness to keep all sinful acts a secret.

You inhaled sharply as Gojo’s large hands spread over the front of your thighs, pulling firmly so your back and body were pressed into him, while Kakashi’s rough hands gripped your waist, one of his legs pressing between your own. The two moved in synch perfectly like a well oiled machine, Gojo rolling his body into yours as his feet shuffled. The roll forward would drive you into Kakashi, and more importantly your core onto his firm muscular thigh. The male in front of you would gently shuffle and thrust forward as well, the action meaning there was absolutely no space between you and their hot hard bodies. Their hands would guide and encourage your own dancing, focusing on your hips and slow movements that was driving them just as wild.

You felt like you were melting from the inside out, there was a craving for more deep within you, and it was burning hotter the more they teased. Fingers would lightly graze your breasts and a insincere “sorry” would be breathed into your ear through a smirk, lips would brush your neck, hands would squeeze and tighten their grips at random intervals, keeping you tense and senses focused on them and them alone.

Only when you were a dazed, panting mess did Gojo deem you wooed enough, and Kakashi insisted on getting you another drink. At some point, Gojo had picked you up by your hips as Kakashi had pulled up a bar stool for you, easing it under you. The action was so quick and effortless for both men you couldn’t help but blush, especially as Kakashi kept a hand gently resting on the small of your back, drawing soothing circles there. Gojo’s hand was rested on your thigh as well, like it was nothing, and smirked at you now not hanging to look up so much to meet their eyes.

You stuck your tongue out at him in response. “Careful beautiful, I might just take that tongue if you don’t watch out.” He growled hotly into your ear. Holy-

“I think she’d like that Sato.” Kakashi grinned, groaning the words into your ear. You’d noticed how he’d relaxed more and more as the night went on, becoming a little bolder with you when he saw you weren’t pushing him away or favouring Gojo. The touches were turning less and less innocent or ‘accidental’, and the way they looked at you... Gojo had no shame, staring hungrily at each and every curve, licking his lips hungrily as his hands would skim the line between teasing and inappropriate, working slowly to drive you crazy. His blue eyes drank in every hitch in breath, every shudder, his own patience thinning as he watched your perfect teeth graze your wet lips. Kakashi had a different approach, he wanted the eye contact, he want you to look into his eyes and see he wanted you. “She’s panting, poor thing.”

You hadn’t noticed how your chest was rising and falling rapidly, too busy trying to hide the fact of how turned on you were caught between these gorgeous men. “Your right brother, her thighs are clenching too. What images are forming in that naughty mind of yours beautiful? Care to share? We’d be happy to make them reality, wouldn’t we Hatake?”

The most sinful, hungry groan rumbled through your ear in response as Kakashi stood forward and shielded your body from view of everyone else in the club, sneakily easing a hand up your thigh. Up and up and- you gasped, the single finger making you jump and let out a whimper. “God yes, I want her to make more of those sounds Sato.

“I’ve already called a taxi.” Gojo said lowly, pushing his body into your side so you could feel every hard line and ridge of his toned form, and something poke your arse. “You ready to go beautiful?”

All you could do was nod, too afraid of how desperate you’d sound if you tried to speak. Downing the rest of your drinks, you squeaked as Kakashi eased you off the stool and immediately directed you towards the exit, Gojo leading the way to the taxi and opening the door for you, both always touching you as your legs wobbled and mind raced.

Part 3 - https://egyptsblackrose.tumblr.com/post/648557120920354817/a-rose-by-any-other-name

[rintarous]

fwb!suna

hottie alert wee woo wee woo fbi arrest him also if you’ve read the timeskip in the manga and it briefly shows suna can i just fucking tell u like holy shit hes fucking h+t + p.s implied sex <3

you two probably met at a random party thrown by terushima 

and he was kinda popular with the girls so he had girls beside him the entire time you first noticed suna

but little did you know he had eyes on you the moment you walked in

he’s definitely going to thank terushima for throwing this sick party my dude

as the night gets deeper the more you got yourself wasted

like duh? its a college party 

same goes to suna but lucky for him, his alcohol tolerance is spot on

so a few shots of vodka and any more of that shit wouldn’t hurt him

and now you’re kinda wasted and shit just walking around the place, greeting people here and there

when your eyes landed on suna,, again for the 2nd time tonight

homeboy was kinda looking for you too the whole night

cs u were hot shit just like he was

and so you approached him

he’s kinda surprised that you were the first one who made a move on him

so a little chit chat here and there later he finally asks you the question

“wanna get out of here for a bit?” he whispers in your ear a bit seductively

and thats how you found yourself entangled with him under the sheets if ya know what im saying ;))) 

but the entire time you guys were doing the deed, you two cracked jokes here and there

and this weird ass friendship was born

so you two both agreed to be friends with benefits whenever theres a party or u just need a good release 

you didnt mind it cs you know for a fact after this party is over, you’ll never see him again cs you never saw him on campus anyway

so after how many rounds later you two are finished and you two go back downstairs to the party

like nothing happened

except for the fact your lips are swollen and theres a bunch of hickies on suna’s neck 

ngl he really looks,,, hot 

so tbh u were kinda lowkey bummed out that you might never see him again

what you didn’t know was he slipped his number on a piece of paper when he slid his hands on the back of your jeans

but u dont text him

CS UR SCARED BAHAHAHAHA

so fast forward a week later after that party

you were kinda lonely and u wanted to see him again cs duh friendship

you had this project for this one class you have and you and kita ended up being partners

but your project was about some theory about computers and such and you’re just like what the fuck??

luckily for kita, he knows someone who’s taking a computer related course or something related to your said project and guess who it is ladies

thats right it was suna fucking rintarou

“i know someone who can help us” kita says, grabbing his phone and scrolling through his contacts

“cool. what course does he take” you ask as you took a peek 

“electrical engineering” - kita

boi u were shookt when suna comes rolling in the cafeteria where he was going to meet his friend 

“hey kita-san” suna greets and when he turns to you he just had this biggest smile on his face

“holy shit it’s you” suna beams, glad he FINALLY got to see you again

and like right off the bat you were red again like how the fuck did you not notice him before

he was hot AND an intellectual

anyway

the three of you spent majority of your time working on your project at your apartment

cs it was closer to school and kita still has to go home to take care of his granny and shit so he leaves p early but he gets shit done so its okay

so you alr know what happens next

when u’re feeling stressed over this goddamn project of yours,,,

suna graciously gives you a quick fuck to let out your frustrations

and thats like every other day

man you were starting to be head over heels over that bitch at this point

he just knows where to hit it you know??

kinda hard not to fall for someone that attentive 👀

so gradually, those quick sessions of yours turned more affectionate?? if you say so yourself

like it isn’t as rough like it used to be anymore?? like he’s scared of hurting u or some shit

and u couldve sworn he gave you heart eyes when you two made eye contact during sex

which never fucken happens??

oh boi this dude got you wrapped around his finger

but what you didnt know is that its the exact same thing to him, you got HIM wrapped around your finger

so for the first time ever you ask him to stay over

“can you stay?” you mumbled, hiding your face away from him after your session

suna GIGGLES

“thought you’d never ask”

lowkey tho y’all spooned the entire night after cleaning each other up

and after that you two started avoiding each other

you were crushed dude

but you didn’t want to catch feelings cs thats against the unspoken rule you had with him when you two agreed to become friends with benefits

kita notices this and asks you what’s wrong

and you basically asked him his opinion abt your situation rn

and hes just like: “well if you like him that much, why won’t you just admit it to him? cause it seems like he feels the same way” 

and u were like contemplating about it

so on the final day of working on your project,,, you decide to confront suna about your feelings for him

after kita leaves ofc

when he does leave, it turned awkward inside your apartment

like dead silence

as he was packing his shit back to his bag and you were like standing in front of your front door staring at him, hands shaking

“uhh suna?” you squeaked as he basically towered over you, “can i tell you something?” 

suna flashes you his signature smile, “sure! what’s up?” 

your mouth went dry and suddenly you don’t know basic words

you looked like a fish out of water just opening and closing your mouth a bunch of times

you just couldn’t find the right words nor express yourself so you did something you knew you did best,, you kissed him

you cupped his cheeks and kissed him like there was no tomorrow

and now suna was obviously caught off guard 

he dropped his bag and his hands immediately went flying to your hips

he kinda pushed you against the door as you slid your tongue into his mouth, tugging his hair slightly 

you pulled away first, putting your forehead against his, staring at his eyes

“i really like you” you mumbled, cheeks turning pink 

suna has never felt this ecstatic

“fucking finally” he huffs out, kissing your nose. “i thought i was the only one getting attached” he smiles

and after this you two continued your previous actions and obviously ended up getting hot and steamy in bed ;)

the end <3