#marvle imagine

[mythicalmyles]

— request,

somnophilia, breeding kink (moreso for the reader), nipple play + extreme dubcon

the reader has been so pent up recently and haven't had the time to pleasure himself... so when he suddenly has a wet dream he doesn't question it, even when it starts too feel /too/ real and sososo good. It's not like there's a real person laying on top of him, pinning him down to his bed while they fuck him (longdeeprough), and toy with his nipples, right? still. Since this IS a dream he can do whatever he wants, like push his hips back the same time the person fucks into him. and well, if he wakes up to hickeys on his neck and an ache in his lower back, just blame it on a bug and how he slept the previous night.

- same anon who requested the last somnophilia ask that you posted. :') thank you really, i enjoy your writing a lot.

Hope u dm i added some more and i lov u also ir so detailed god bless u frfr

18+ dubcon, somno, breeding, medication/misuse mention, also used Hoodie since u didnt specify who hope thats okay:,)

(Name) felt his eyes start to droop close as his medication finally hit him, his insomnia had gotten bad lately and he was taking more then suggested. He felt his cock harden for a brief moment and sighed, he was too tired he’d been super busy lately he hadn’t had a moment alone.

Before another thought could cross his mind he was passed out.

It wasnt much longer after that his window creeked open, afterall, he was in the middle of nowhere. There was no one for miles and miles, he was the perfect victim. Whoever broken would be gone long before any cop came.

Hoodie smirked to himself as he crept in, the room was coated in dark but due to his lifestyle it wasn’t much of a hinderance to him.

He easily made his way to the bed of his sleeping victim, taking a moment to look at their sleeping face. Hoodie froze, his eyes glued to them.

A smirk took over his features, he could have some fun. He pulled the covers off of the other male and threw them to the bottom of the bed, leaving them exposed to him.

His only obstacles being the boxers and shirt that currently donned (Name), he took a moment to take his own pants off before situating himself inbetween (Names) legs.

He marvled at the softness and gently squeezed the flesh, he bit his lip at the skin he grabbed before letting go.

He made sure to be gentle as he took (Names) shirt off, pausing to tweak his nipples.

Once he finally had it off he dropped it off the side of the bed, moving back to play with (Names) hardened buds. They reacted so quickly Hoodie shivered, he hoped the other was this sensitive everywhere.

He paused as (Names) face scrunched up and they shuffled position, after a few moments he let out a sigh and continued.

He pulled his mask up just enough to suck on one of (Names) nipples as his other hand flicked and played with the other, once (Name) squirmed again Hoodie paused only to switch to the other a moment later.

After abusing (Names) nipples Hoodie pulled back, he used his own saliva to lube up his finger.

With his free hand he pulled down (Names) boxers, leaving them at the knees before placing his legs on his shoulders.

Due to the position his finger slid in with little resistance and Hoodie couldn’t help but moan at how tight (Name) felt. Hoodie couldn’t help but imagine what would happen if they were awake, he pictured the boy crying and squirming. He let out a low groan as his cock pulsed and he pushed another finger into (Names) hole.

This time he was met with a furrowed brow and squirm, part of Hoodie wanted him to wake up to Hoodie ramming into him with his fingers but he’d rather have the other wake up on his cock.

Hoodie wasnt patient and had three fingers in before he probably should have, but he wanted to be inside them.

Once he felt (Name) had loosened up enough he pulled out his fingers, grinning when they subconsciously chased him.

He was quick to angle his cock at their ass, head pushing against hole. He rubbed (Names) rim for a few seconds and relished as their body twitched again.

He spat on his hand a few times before using it to lube up his cock, he then started pushing into (Name). Hoodie almost snapped and started ramming his cock into (Name), the tight heat enveloping his cock drove Hoodie insane.

Hoodie took a breath before slowly pushing into him, Hoodie bit his lip as his cock sunk deeper into (Name). He ended up having to pause a few times as he nearly woke (Name) up, once hoodie was fully deep inside of (Name) he took a moment to admire the others sweat covered face and twitching brow.

Hoodie tested the waters by slowly pulling out and pushing back in, he was met with a discomforted moan as (Names) body pulled itself together.

Hoodie froze, he wanted to at least see how far into fucking them he could get before they woke up. Luckily they made no other movements and Hoodie began to slowly fuck them, after a few thrusts (Name) let out quiet hum like moans.

One of Hoodies hands moved from (Names) hips to his nipple, rolling the bud and gently flicking it as he sped up his thrusts.

The sound of (Names) thighs slapping Hoodies was dopamine inducing and His head fell back as he thrusted roughly into the other, not noticing their sleepy eyes open for a moment before closing again.

(Names) moans picked up and he raised his hips up as his head flew back, this had to have been the best wet dream. It felt so real.

(Name) was too high on ecstasy and too dopey off of medication to really think. He let out a loud groan as a body landed on top of him, the feeling of their mouth sucking on his neck was intoxicating.

“Hmm breed me.” (Names) speech was entirely slurred and he could barley comprehend that he was the one who said it.

“Oh ill breed you good baby boy.” Came a deep voice. It didnt take much after that for (Name) to cum all over himself as Hoodie also hit his prostate dead on with every trust.

(Name) completely passed out and Hoodie almost laughed, he would’ve laughed if he hadn’t came in the same breath. “So pretty full of my seed.” Hoodie whispered after pulling out, using his fingers to push some of his cum back in.

He quickly stood up after not wanting to push his luck and quickly pulled on his pants, leaving the way he came.

The next day (Name) woke up with a sore back and ass, he shrugged it off as his back sorting out after finally getting a full nights sleep. He pulled the covers off and gazed at his own naked body, he’d sworn he’d worn clothes.

He quickly caught sight of them by the bed on the floor, he rolled his eyes at himself. He probably got too hot and stripped again. He laughed at himself as he noticed cum all over himself. “Jesus christ couldn’t wait until today huh?” He questioned himself aloud before getting up from his bed. He quickly threw on his boxers and shirt, he’d shower later he was thirsty.

He sleepily poured himself a drink, his throat drier then a desert. He caught his neck in a mirror, eyebrows furrowing at the red marks all over him.

He let out a small whine as he frowned, he hated bugs and the thought of them making a meal of him last night was horrifying, he quickly pulled out his phone to buy bed bug and anti bug spray, he wasn’t going to take any risks.

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[emberfrostlovesloki]

Spider-Man(?) [Hotch x Reader]

Photo credits: Left (@rebecca--barnes) Center (google) Right (@hotchs-big-hands)

Prompt: Aaron hires the reader to come and be Spider-Man at Jack’s fifth birthday party and ends up offering the reader some comfort and advice at the same time. 

Pairing: Aaron x fem!non-BAU!reader. The reader uses she/her pronouns 

Category: fluff/comfort 

Word Count: 6.1K 

Content Warnings: drinking [light], some sadness / depression, tension [slight (Haley and Hotch)], mention of breakups [Haley and Hotch], if I missed any, please let me know.

A/N: Hi loves! Here is another fic based on the amazing @imagining-in-the-margins January/February Writing Challenge. The prompt this was based on was “Characters change career paths with a very different job.” I wrote this because sometimes I feel stuck in my life (even though I love my job), but sometimes I wonder if things could be different. So I wanted a bit of encouragement from Aaron. So this goes out to anyone who just feels a bit mheh right now. I wrote this as a platonic fic but read it how you like. If you enjoy this fic, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! I hope you’re having a great start to your week and thanks for reading. Love Levi - ❤️

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_y/n_= your name 

_y/l/n_ = your last name 

_y/f/d/p_ = your favorite Disney Princess

_a/t/y/k_ = any tricks you know

Aaron was doubtful as he called the final number on his list. The name already wasn’t promising, and he was trying to find any way to make sure Jack had what he wanted for this fifth birthday party. Hotch had never really been someone who had been interested in superheroes. The most exposure he had to them was the Batman comic strip that ran in the Sunday paper when he was a kid, and even then, the story always took too long to unfold to keep his attention for more than a few weeks in a row. Then when he was older, and the Marvle boom had hit, the movies that were coming out had no real appeal to him. However, Aaron had become a fan of superheroes for Jack’s sake. Jack loved to watch the Amazing Spiderman cartoons on Saturday morning with a bowl of cereal in his little hands. Aaron would often watch along with his son for some quality time before he got picked up by Haley. Aaron had come to love those moments of quiet, watching his boy’s eyes light up as Peter Parker fought off one villain or another. Jack wasn’t old enough yet to get the romantic problems Spider-man had, but Hotch knew that one day, they’d have that conversation, and he’d feel old giving it out. Aaron already could see Jack growing into his own person with his own opinions and friend groups. It was because of this, the fact that childhood was so fleeting, that Aaron wanted to give his son the perfect birthday party. 

Hotch had been searching for a Spider-Man to make an appearance at the party for an hour or so. He’d coordinated with Haley, and she’d gotten a superhero-themed cake and she agreed to let someone come and cosplay for Jack and his friends. But the search so far had been unsuccessful. He heaved a sigh and dialed the last number. If Party Princesses Inc. didn’t have someone who could do it, he wasn’t sure what he would do. Aaron made a fine Santa at Christmas time, but he was no Spider-man. The phone rang three times before someone picked up. The woman on the other line sounded tired as she said, “Party Princessess Inc. How can we help make your party magical?” Hotch let out a breath and replied, “Hi, I was wondering if you had someone who could be Spider-Man for a party three weeks from this Saturday?” There was a brief pause before the lady said, “Let me check the schedule for that Saturday, Sir.” Aaron nodded and waited for a few minutes. When the woman came back on the line, she said, “Sir, none of our guys are scheduled for that weekend, but we have a girl that can pull off Spider-Man pretty well. She does crossplay or whatever that is.” Hotch hesitated for a moment, He wasn’t sure about this, but at least there was an option, even if it wasn’t a great one. As if the woman could sense his hesitation, she said, “I know it might not be ideal, but _y/n_ is convincing. There are pictures of her on our website as Spider-Man so you can see them. I wish he had more guys on the team, but we don’t get that many requests for male characters at boys' parties. This is a party for a boy, right?” Aaron replied, “Yes, it’s for my son. If I did want to book the person you’re talking about would that be through the webpage or somewhere else? I don’t see a form online.” The woman clicked on a keyboard for a second before saying, “We’re currently updating our website, so the form is temporarily down for the public, but what I can do is give you _y/n_’s number and if you decide you want to book her, she can fill out the form from her end and email it over for your records.” Hotch replied, “Alright. Could you give me _y/n_’s last name and number, please?” The tired assistant relayed the information and Hotch hung up shortly after that. He then opened his laptop and looked up _y/n_’s profile on the Party Princesses website. As unconvinced as Aaron had been, the photos of the young woman were pretty convincing. She made a good _y/f/d/p_ but also passed off as a Spider-Man, Captain America, and Luke Skywalker. She was so convincing that Aaron might have believed _y/n_ was a guy if it wasn’t for the softer curves of her hips and shoulders. Jack wouldn’t notice, and even if he did, it would be a good learning opportunity for his son to realize that not everyone felt like just a boy or girl, and people could look however they liked if if made them comfortable. Hotch felt relieved that he had persisted because it looked like he was going to be able to give Jack a big surprise at his party. He quickly dialed the number the woman had given him because he didn’t want to risk having his only option get booked for another party. 

A bright and chipper voice answered saying, “Hey this is _y/n_ with Party Princesses Inc. How can I make your party magical?” There was a large contrast from the woman at the agency. Hotch cleared his throat and said, “Hello. My name is Aaron Hotchner. I was told to give you a call if I was interested in booking you for a party in three weeks.” There was a shuffling on the other end of the line and _y/n_ said, “You are correct, Mr. Hotchner. Please give me one second and let me pull up my calendar and the form I need to fill out for you.” Aaron waited patiently for _y/n_ to come back. When she did, she started by asking, “Alright, sorry for that wait. What day and time would you like me?” Aaron provided those details, and then _y/n_ asked, “Alright, and how long were you wanting me and in which character?” Aaron replied, “Could you tell me about your rates before I decide a time? I didn’t see them on the website. And I was looking for Spider-Man if can do that.” There was a soft chuckle before _y/n_ replied, “I can somehow still manage to pull off Spider-Man, shockingly. And about the prices. I charge a flat rate of $25 for thirty minutes or $45 for an hour. If you want me longer than that it’s an additional $25 for each thirty minutes after that.” Hotch was surprised by the rate. He thought it was low for the type of service being offered. He wondered for a second who set the prices. He didn’t elaborate on that question though as he said, “Could I book you for two hours from 1:00 to 3:00?” _y/n_ responded quickly, “Absolutely. If you could give me an email address I will send over this form and ask you a few questions like the address you’re holding the party at and parking and such. Also if I could get your cell number as well, just in case I run into traffic or there’s an emergency or something.” Aaron nodded and said, “Right. A good email is [email protected] and a good number is 215-359-0075.” Hotch heard as _y/n_ typed in the information and said, “Perfect. I just want to let you know that because I’m not a guy I won’t be able to take off the mask in front of the party guests, and that the company requires you to pay me in either cash or check at the end of the allotted time. Does that work for you, Mr. Hotchner?” Aaron nodded. For the first time, a small note of discomfort could be detected in _y/n_’s voice. Again, Aaron didn’t question this as he said, “That checks out with me. Thanks so much for taking this, I was getting a bit desperate.” That soft chuckle from _y/n_ came back and Hotch couldn’t help but smile slightly. From _y/n_’s tone and energy, he wondered how old _y/n_ was. _y/n_ replied, “Well I’m happy to help Mr. Hotchner. I’ll send over that email in a few minutes and then I’ll see you in three weeks.” With that, both parties hung up. Aaron couldn't help but smile himself for being able to do this for Jack, and he couldn’t wait to see the look on his son's face when Spider-man showed up at his party. 

The weeks that led up to Jack's big day went quickly. There was one long case that took the team away for seven days, but that didn’t stop Aaron, and especially Jack from getting excited for the party. Jack had invited all of his preschool class as well as a few friends from soccer. Aaron spent some time getting some last-minute gifts for Jack and making the final arrangements for food and balloons. They were holding the party at Rossi’s because neither Aaron nor Haley had the indoor and outdoor space to hold eighteen kids and their parents. Hotch was incredibly grateful for his friend and his team, as they all loved Jack so much. The BAU was going to be there on Saturday. He was grateful for this because it would be the first time he met Haley’s new boyfriend since the separation. He was happy for Haley, of course. He wanted her to be content and find someone to love, but that didn’t take away the sting that he still felt at how things had ended. He prayed that it wouldn’t be an awkward situation when he met her new boyfriend. For his part, he was going to make it as easy as possible, and that was going to be aided by having his support system behind him. After all the day was about Jack, not him and Haley’s relationship. On Friday that week, he left the office at five. He stopped off at Rossi’s office to hand off his gifts for tomorrow. It wouldn’t be much of a surprise if he took them in the car with Jack tomorrow. After Dave had the presents on his desk, Aaron said, “ Thanks for everything, Dave. I really appreciate you.” Rossi laughed and said, “Well don’t thank me yet, we still have a party to get through tomorrow. Now if it goes well, then you can thank me with a bottle of that whiskey I like.” That got Aaron laughing. Hotch straightened up and Rossi asked, “Did you tell Spider-Man about the parking and the surprise entrance?” Hotch nodded and said, “We got it all cleared. Now let’s just pray for a clear day.” Dave smiled and replied, “Don’t worry, Hotch. It’s gonna be perfect. Now go and get Jack. You don’t want him waiting at school the day before his birthday.” With that statement of encouragement, Aaron left the office and waved bye to Emily and Spencer who were still in the bullpen. Both agents told him that they’d see him tomorrow. 

Aaron drove to Jack’s preschool and parked. On Fridays, when Hotch had Jack for the weekends, his son stayed after school at a reading program. The extra half-hour gave him time to get from the office and to the school. Aaron hopped out of the car and moved inside. He signed Jack out and the coordinator of the program sent Jack out to his dad. Jack’s face lit up, as he ran on small legs to hug his dad. Hotch accepted the gesture happily and said, “Hey bud! You’re looking sharp today in your button-up. Is that new?” Jack nodded happily and said, “Mhm. Garret got to for me as an early present.” Aaron smiled and replied, “Well it looks great son. How about we go home, maybe stop at the park on the way there?” Jack nodded giddily and started toward the door excitedly. At the park, Hotch played with his son on the playground and ended up pushing him on the swings higher and higher into the air. Aaron didn’t make any more comments about the fact that Haley’s new partner was getting his son clothes. It was a nice gesture, but it made Hotch wonder if the man was trying to buy his son’s affection. He didn’t want to read into it too much, but he couldn’t help do it a little. After the separation from Haley, things felt different. Of course, they did. But Aaron hadn’t expected it to be so difficult. Sometimes he felt like he was walking on eggshells around Haley, and now Garret. He didn’t want there to be any tension, especially for his son’s sake. It made Aaron feel like a normal human having to deal with these kinds of situations. Not that he thought he was extraordinary or anything, just that profiling usually allowed him to read situations better. In the case of his personal life, he wasn’t succeeding in it well. When the park became boring to Jack, and Aaron made sure his son had gotten some of his extra post-school energy out, they headed for home. In the car, Jack asked, “Daddy, can we get pizza tonight?” Hotch smiled in the front seat, looked at Jack in the rearview, and said, “Not tonight. Remember that we’re having pizza at your party tomorrow and I don’t want you to get tired of it before your big day.” Jack sulked in the back. However, he quickly turned around and asked, “What are we having then?” Aaron smiled and said, “It thought maybe some chicken nuggets and Mac and Cheese?” Hearing this, Jack smiled, but it fell when Aaron added, “And some peas and carrots.” Jack made a gagging face at the mention of vegetables and he replied, “You know we gotta eat those veggies to have the good stuff kiddo.” Jack continued to sulk but knew that this was a rule for both Dad and Mom’s house and as much as he fought it, it was what they’d set up. 

The rest of the night went by quickly. Jack ate his dinner with little fuss, and after a bedtime story, he went to sleep excited for his birthday tomorrow. Once Jack’s night light was on and he was tucked in, Aaron moved into the kitchen on soft feet. He poured himself a glass of white to relax for the rest of the evening. He moved to the couch and grabbed the novel he was currently reading. He was trying to relax more for himself and Jack’s sake. He knew being stressed all the time was bad for his health and given how his father had died young, he wasn’t planning on repeating that for Jack. Of course in Aaron’s case, he was happy for his father to be gone. It was a blessing more than anything else. The relief he felt at his father’s passing was something he still hadn’t processed, but for now, he was fine. He had to be fine for Jack and the team's sake. Aaron pushed the thought aside and dove into his book and let the night slip away like sand in an hourglass. 

In the morning, Hotch took his normal long Saturday run at 5:00 a.m. The pounding of his feet on the pavement was a great way to get the stress out for the day ahead. Running had become therapeutic for him as it gave him something to do in the early hours of the morning when he naturally woke up and had nothing to do to fill the space before Jack woke up for the day. They had been even longer runs before he and Haley had set up the visiting schedule with his son. But now that it was sorted out, and they were doing their best to co-parent, things had finally slipped into place a bit more. When Aaron got home, he started some coffee on the machine and moved to his room. He stripped off his sweaty shirt and pants along with his briefs. He threw them all in the laundry basket in his closet. Once the shower was suitably warm, he stepped under the flow of the water and let his muscles relax. He played through what the day might look like and remembered that he’d have to text _y/n_ about where the gate to Rossi’s backyard was for her surprise entrance. This thought came to him as he was rinsing the suds out of his short hair. He tipped his head back a little more so no soap got in his eyes. He was at the age in his life where a warm shower could just make the morning and this one was doing just that. Even after he was clean, he stood under the water for a few minutes more. When he was content, he stepped out and dried off. 

When he had his clothes on and teeth brushed, Hotch moved to Jack’s room and woke him gently. Jack turned on his side and opened his eyes slowly. He smiled up at this dad and said, “Hey,” in a sleepy voice. Aaron knelt near his bed and said, “Morning Buddy. Happy Birthday.” It was like Jack had forgotten it was his birthday and sat up and said, “It’s my birthday!” in an excited voice. Hotch gave a little laugh and said, “Yup. It’s a big day for a big boy. Now how about you pick out an outfit for the day and then come into the kitchen? We can grab some breakfast and watch cartoons until we need to head to Uncle Rossi’s?” Jack nodded excitedly as he scrambled out of bed. Aaron watched with a smile as Jack got some clothes from his small dresser. Hotch moved back to the kitchen and got his first cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal for his son. By the time Jack was out of his room, Spider-Man was on the TV and they settled on the couch near the screen and ate their breakfast. Jack was wearing jeans and his Spider-Man t-shirt that Aaron had gotten him last month. At around eleven, Hotch looked down at Jack and said, “Alright bud, I think it’s time that we head over to your party. How about that?” Jack nodded and moved off the couch for his shoes. Aaron turned off the TV and grabbed his jacket, keys, and wallet. The drive over to Rossi’s was filled with some music and Jack’s excited feet kicking up and down in his seat. It didn’t take long to get to the site of the party and Hotch recognized Derek and JJ’s cars on the street already. He smiled as he and Jack moved down the sidewalk and to Rossi’s large glass door. Dave opened the door for the birthday boy, and he gave Jack a big hug which was then increased as Derek, Spencer, Penelope, and JJ, came into the entryway. There were greetings on all sides, and the guests started to arrive. As the party picked up, the kids started playing some games inside. Haley, who had shown up with a big pack of guests was mingling with the other parents and making them feel welcome. Aaron was telling the parents where to put the gifts while Haley was telling the adults where the grown-up drinks were and where the kid’s drinks were. Once all the parents had been greeted, Hotch walked over to Haley and gave her a light hug asking how she was doing. She replied, “Oh I’m doing good. Work is a pain like always, but when isn’t it? How about you? Any pressing cases right now?” Hotch nodded no and replied, “Thankfully not, but now you’ve said something about it Strauss will probably call me right now.” Haley let out a laugh and said “Well if that happens I’ll be happy to throw your cell out the window for you.” Now Aaron laughed. As worried as he had been, now that he was here, everything felt okay for now. He was glad that he and Haley could still have a relationship, a friendly one, after everything they had been through. He cleared his throat and said, “We’d better go and talk to some of the parents. Dave loves mingling, but not that much.” Haley smiled and nodded, and they both moved to the kitchen and living areas to talk and watch the party. 

After a few minutes of party games and Aaron circling around and saying special thank you’s to the team for coming. The pizza arrived and Aaron, Haley, and the rest of the parents made sure that the kids stayed at the kid’s tables set up in the kitchen to stop any mess from spreading into Rossi’s living room and white couches. After everyone had had a slice or two of some good old-fashioned pepperoni or cheese, Hotch suggested that the kids go out and play a round of soccer on the lawn. He’d made sure to bring along a soccer ball for this exact occasion. He also made sure to text _y/n_ that the birthday boy would be outside in a moment. _y/n_ responded that she was ready whenever the kids came outside. Initiating the plan, Aaron tossed Jack the soccer ball and opened the door for his son and his friends. A few of the parents moved out with their kids. Jack ran around marking the goalposts and while he was very interested in setting a stick down for the middle of the backyard to mark the middle of their make-believe field, _y/n_ slipped in the back gate. Hotch and a few of the other kids noticed and cried out in excitement with little screams of happiness. However, Jack was too obsessed with his game to notice. Aaron let out a little laugh and approached his son. He tapped Jack on the shoulder and said, “Hey, buddy, I think someone’s here to see you.” Jack looked up at his dad who was kneeling on the grass. The little boy looked over to where Aaron was looking. Hotch watched as Jack’s eyes went wide and he whispered, “Spider-Man?” And then more enthusiastically, “Spider-Man!” Jack ran over and gave _y/n_ a tight hug around her legs. Aaron was surprised how convincing _y/n_ looked in the costume. He chalked it up to youth, and again, he was incredibly grateful he didn’t have to don the costume himself because heaven knew he wouldn’t look like that. 

_y/n_ smiled as the little boy sprinted over as quickly as he could. She knew it was the birthday boy because his dad, Mr. Hotchner, had described him and told her his name was Jack. Before the little boy had noticed her, _y/n_ watched as, who she assumed was Jack’s dad, kneeled near him. The man was strikingly attractive. Mr. Hotchner had sounded nice on the phone. He had a deep, rich voice that carried well over the line, but _y/n_ hadn’t expected him to look as nice as he sounded. It was a rarity for the dads to set up this kind of thing. It made _y/n_ respect the man who clearly understood what his kid enjoyed. _y/n_ snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Hotch when Jack made contact with her legs. _y/n_ knelt and gave Jack a hug. The little boy asked in awe, “Spider-Man, what are you doing here?” _y/n_ smiled under her mask and said, “Well I was swinging around the neighborhood and someone spilled that it was your Birthday, so I thought I’d have to come by and say Happy Birthday!” Jack’s eyes stayed wide and he said, “Who told you?” _y/n_ looked over to Aaron who was standing now and was looking at the pair with a stunning smile. Jack followed her gaze to his dad. Jack’s jaw dropped and he said, “Daddy knows Spider-Man!” _y/n_ put her finger to her lips and made a “shhh-ing” sound before saying, “He does, but we can’t let anyone else know. You know how those villains get when that kind of information gets out.” Jack closed his mouth and nodded solemnly. _y/n_ didn’t want to keep Jack away from his friends for too long and noticed the soccer ball and said, “Hey how about we play some soccer with your friends?” Jack nodded enthusiastically and moved toward his friends excitedly to tell them that Spider-Man was going to play with them. The kids and _y/n_ spent about twenty-five minutes playing. _y/n_ made sure the ball stayed almost entirely with the kids and Jack and cheered when anyone made a “goal.” _y/n_ looked over at Aaron for a second and noted that he was now talking to a woman and another man. _y/n_ wasn’t close enough to hear what was being said, but even with the mask on, Mr. Hotchner didn’t look too comfortable. _y/n_ didn’t have a chance to question it too much as one of Jack’s friends approached them and said, “Can you show us some of your moves!” _y/n_ let out a laugh and said, “Well I can try, but I’m a bit sore from fighting Doc Ock a few blocks over, so let’s see what I’ve got.” The boy called out that Spider-Man was going to do some tricks and that got the attention of most of the kids and some of the parents, including the trio, that included Hotch. _y/n_ moved to the open part of the yard and did a cartwheel into a superhero pose and all the kids cheered, _y/n_ kept doing _a/t/y/k_ for a few minutes. When _y/n_ was all out of stunts, she asked, “Now how about y’all? Do any of you have any superhero moves?” A hoard of hands went up and _y/n_ organized an informal competition for all the kids to show off there summersaults and jumps and kicks, all of which were ten-out-of-tens! After a few minutes of judging, the woman that Aaron was talking to came up to her and said, “Sweetheart, why don’t you take a quick break inside? You must be baking in that costume. Jack will keep you here all night if you let him.” _y/n_ smiled and nodded saying, “Thanks, that would be nice. I can be back out in a few minutes.” Haley nodded and said, “Take your time. I can handle them for a few minutes.” _y/n_ nodded again and moved into the fancy house for the first time. 

The open doors lead to a nice open kitchen with marble countertops and brass barstools. Once _y/n_ was sure none of the kids were watching, she stripped off the mask covering her face. _y/n_ took a deep breath. Not that the mask was hard to breathe in, just a bit claustrophobic. The woman who had offered her a reprieve had been right, _y/n_ was very hot in the form-fitting costume. _y/n_ assumed the blonde-haired woman was Jack’s mom. For some reason _y/n_ started to wonder if she and Mr. Hotchner were still married. From the way Mr. Hotchner had been standing uncomfortably, it seemed that perhaps there was some tension there. _y/n_ cursed her brain that saw things that weren’t probably there and found anyone older than her attractive. This wasn’t why she was here. This was the furthest reason she was here. Thankfully _y/n_ was pulled from these thoughts when someone said, “You’re really good at this; you know that, right?” _y/n_ turned around and saw a pretty brunette woman who was moving toward the bar with an empty wineglass in hand. _y/n_ smiled and said, “Thank you. I’m still kind of new to this, so I’m happy to hear I don’t look like a complete fool out there.” The woman smiled and said, “Far from it! You’re doing awesome. I know you’ve made Jack’s day.” _y/n_ smiled and said, “Thanks. He seems like a great kid.” The woman smiled and stepped forward with a hand extended. _y/n_ took it and the woman said, “Emily, Prentiss.” _y/n_ smiled and said, “_y/n_ _y/l/n_. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Emily smiled and said, “Same here.” _y/n_was very happy she’d taken this job now. She was rarely acknowledged by anyone at parties, and at this one, she’d been offered a break and someone had noticed her existence. It was a nice reprieve as _y/n_ had been questioning her life choices recently. 

Someone else came into the room and looked at Emily and _y/n_. The bearded man looked at _y/n_ and asked, “You want a drink, kid? I’d say you’ve earned one with how happy you’ve made Jack. We’ve got wine and beer in a cooler if that’s more your thing.” _y/n_ smiled and replied, “Thank you for the offer, but it’s company policy that we don’t drink on the job. I think one or two Elsa’s had one too many and caused some problems, thus the policy.” _y/n_’s candidness had Emily almost snorting out her wine while she laughed hard. The man also chuckled and said, “You sure, we have plenty.” Prentiss composed herself and said, “Oh come on Rossi, we don’t want to get her fired.” _y/n_ smiled and said, “I appreciate it, but I really shouldn’t. I have another party after this one. If I didn’t, I’d be tempted. You’re a very kind host.” Dave gave _y/n_ a soft smile. Shortly after, Aaron entered the room and said, “I think the kids are going to come in to do cakes and presents, so you might need to put the mask back on?” _y/n_ nodded and adjusted her wig cap, holding all her hair at bay before slipping the mask back on and zipping it up the back. _y/n_ joked and said, “Ready for duty Mr. Hotchner.” Aaron nodded and said, “Please, just call me Aaron. Now let me see if I can wrangle Jack and his friends in here.” The next half hour was spent with cake, singing, and presents. Jack tried very hard to offer _y/n_ some cake, but _y/n_ adeptly replied, “Well, I’d love some, but if I take off my mask, well everyone would know who I am, and you know that can’t happen.” Jack nodded again like he was fully in the know of his favorite superhero’s life and problems. After the presents, _y/n_ took pictures with Jack and anyone else who wanted some, which was almost all of the kids. The two hours went by more quickly than usual and as some guests started to leave the party, wishing Jack the happiest of birthdays, Aaron pulled _y/n_ into the entryway and wrote out a check to _y/n_. He added a nice tip and said, “Jack had had a blast to have Spider-man at his party.” _y/n_ had taken off her mask and gloves again and when Hotch handed her the check she said, “Thanks for asking for me. I had a lot of fun with Jack and his friends today. He’s really lucky to have a dad like you.” Hotch’s cheeks took on a tinge of color at the compliment. Half of the time he felt like he was doing the parenting thing all wrong, so it was nice to come from such an unbiased source. He cleared his throat and said, “Thank you. You really made Jack’s day special.” _y/n_ smiled and said, “Tell him I said happy birthday again, please.” Hotch nodded and _y/n_ moved out the door because if she didn’t, she felt like she could stand there in her costume forever just looking at Aaron. 

Outside, _y/n_ felt a wave of disappointment at herself. The sadness wasn’t from the party, perhaps it was leaving a party was where it was coming from. It was so clear that the person being celebrated was loved and cared for. Someone who had a community around them. This job was great, but _y/n_ saw a lot of sad kids and it made her sad too. It didn’t help that working for a knockoff princess company was never on her life goals list. _y/n_ swallowed back emotions she had not been expecting when that soothing warm voice called out behind her. _y/n_ turned around and wiped her eyes before saying, “Hey Aaron, did I forget something in there.” Hotch tipped his head to the side, slightly confused why _y/n_ seemed to almost be in tears. He nodded his head no and said, “No, um, Jack insisted that I bring you out a piece of cake.” He held up a plate covered in plastic wrap. _y/n_ could see the vanilla cake with red and blue frosting beneath the plastic, and _y/n_ gave a small laugh. She looked over at Aaron as she reached for the plate and said, “That was nice of him, and you. Thank you.” _y/n_ turned and put it in the passenger seat of her car, but Hotch continued to stand there.

Finally, Aaron asked, “Are you okay, _y/n_? You seem upset. Has something happened.” _y/n_ didn’t know why, but talking to Hotch felt safe, and she sniffled and said, “Did you ever feel like you took a wrong turn in your life somewhere? Like it’s going in the wrong direction or nowhere at all?” Hotch furrowed his brow at the existential question. He slowly said, “I have. Are you feeling that, _y/n_?” He was concerned for _y/n_ now. She was young and had so much life left to live. Questions like these could weigh heavy on someone. _y/n_ sighed, leaning against her car, replying, “I guess so. I just feel kind of lost. I never saw anything like this in the cards for me.” Aaron nodded and wanted to reassure _y/n_ that life could get better. He said, “I’ve felt that way before. I’ve seen dreams of mine fade away, or realize that my dreams weren’t dreams at all. I’ve felt the same thing with a job. I had to be forgiving of myself. But it got better with time. I promise you things can get better with time, _y/n_.” _y/n_ was crying now and said, “You say that. You’re an actual hero, I heard Emily and Derek talk about the fact that you’re all in the FBI. Look at me, I just play at one. I thought I had my whole life planned out. The job I did before this was nothing like this. I feel embarrassed for being so wrong. So naive.” Hotch moved forward and put a hand on _y/n_’s shoulder like a father might. He looked into _y/n_’s eyes and said, “Listen to me. Today you were a hero to my son. You were his idol and he was so happy to have met you. And so am I. Just because I do a hard job doesn’t make yours any less worthy. Even if it’s just temporary.” _y/n_ wanted to believe him and nodded softly, still sniffling. Hotch moved closer and gave _y/n_ a hug. Something to reassure her. _y/n_ leaned into the embrace and listened to Aaron repeat himself, “It gets better if you can give yourself time.” _y/n_ nodded into his chest which was like a shield against the rest of the world and her own thoughts. _y/n_ pulled away eventually and she said, “Thank you for talking to me, Sorry to pull you away from the party.” Aaron gave her a gentle smile and said, “I think you needed to let some things out. I’m happy to listen. If you’re ever feeling terrible, you could call me. I might not pick up right away, but you can call.” _y/n_ nodded, and suddenly felt like she was part of Aaron and Jack’s community too. 

After saying thank you again, _y/n_ got in her car, and Aaron moved back to the house. As _y/n_ drove toward the next party, the fact that her life hadn’t panned out the way she planned suddenly didn’t feel so shameful. Maybe if she tried to give herself time she could figure out what her real passions were and how to take the next step forward. For now, she could be someone’s hero, even for just a few hours. And if she couldn’t, she had one very loving father in her corner. At least there was that.

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[mamabear32]

realy like marvl n speshaly buck n steeb n sontims like magin dem lookin afer me wen m smal cuz i fink dey would hold my hand n go on walks n let me crunch all da leavs all by myself n read me stories at da park like a picnic

n aso dey giv me deir scarf if it ges cold n wed hav cocoa wen we goes hom n wach movies

Me too! It sounds like we sorta have something in common, because I tend to imagine them as my littles! 💕

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[dravvingtreasurexmaps]

Published 11:58am monday, April 8th

By Cameron Logsdon

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Have you ever seen movie footage of a different planet? Would you like to see some real photographs taken by scientists and sattelites?====================

I would live to discuss a hypethesis of mine that"s been bugging me for a long time.

Did you know as Saturn is the second largest planet in the mily way solar system next to Jupiter. Multiple variables fall into place in reguards to the homeopathy and general status and charchteristic of the flora and fauna locale.

In every sci fi movie. They document how it may be possible to travel to another planet with the use of a flight craft or some sort of jet. Which will always be the case in reguards to space exploration, the final frontier. This is because a jet(especially a large one) would provide optimal conditions as well as making the proper nessessitiess available and provide comfort for long term travel and hyper sleep in the confines of space. Now that i've finished stating the obvious.

The term "space" being the inherently obvious term for all the blackness you see as you look out of the front of the jet windshield(cockpit; flightdeck) is quite accurate in fact. As all that blackness is basically just dark matter in a scientific allegorical sense.

If you pay attention to the surface of take mars for instance, in the new 2022 movie "Riddick". Mars , or the "red planet" is actually simplistic enough in it's own right to make for more of a simple ecosystem. We're actually quite scared to think of what may exist or be able to survive there because it is entirely possible to meet extraterrestrial life. The term extraterrestial meaning: sciences not indigenous to Earth. From it's simple martian atmosphere. It's atmosphere is even similar to that of Earth. lf you This term meaning, sciences not indigenous to Earth.

To back up this theory. Here's a collective of real photos taken by the hubble telescope, numerous sattleite photos and even rover photography from the 20'and xx rover mission Curiosity that landed on Mars in 2014. and yes I can absolutely show these phots and its legal because i ive in America and i know my basic human rights. This information is clearly available to the public and has been in conjunction with the United States first ammendment which states freedom of the press. This is a blog, I'm the one blogging. These photos are actually so easy to access even a child could access this information if he or she indeed felt so inclined.

What's even more interesting with the help of these very clear hd photographs is the view of the sky behind the moutains. It seems to have a greyish white tint to it. Indeed it could be a dust storm of sand. Or a micture of red earth. Maybe it's methane or perhaps nitrogen and helium mixture. Either way it would behoove most in the scientific community to reveal that a gas is present. But what if hypothetically Jupiter could be considered an alternative light source(like the sun, or more specfically, a sun) throughout the day being it is closer than Earth. And jupiter is technically in the way inherently based on its numerical proximity and celestial path. It is much larger than the sun relatively.

Think about it. If saturn can be visible as justa. Tiny dot to the human eye. Imagine have earth must look from saturn. Just a tiny little blue dot probably.

At certain times of the day any sort of blueish hew could suggest oxygen and even h20 may be attainable. Further delving in of resources suggest that polar ice caps may be forming there as well although, which would suggest that lakes could be found or maybe even a fresh water springs inside of caves could be possible hypothetically. The only way to find a cave though of course, would take a master rock climber and/or cave spelunking enthusiast.

Mars has been and continues to be a marvle among scientists and scholar alike, and continues to inspire and baffel many who wish to persue a career in space exploration or the profession of flying, or piloting a aeroplane(a pilot).

All sources found through microsoft image searches. Thanks for reading.

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[joannaket3]

im from Greece and i was thinking if they will ever make one of these movies with greek gods im honestly can imagine my teenage idol as godess Aphrodite!!!i wish someday to cast her in this role she has such a sexappeal and she is pretty and really really sweet!!pls make a favor for a greek fan of hollywood,european and korean movies and series <3 i havent seen yet her marvles series unfortunately but im about to watch it soon

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[petersnya]

sight for sore eyes || peter b. parker ||

[master list for this series]

summary:: “I watch your eyes as she walks by…” you pause, tears forming as you remember the way peter looked at her- the way you wanted him to look at you, “what a sight for sore eyes…” || when the realization hits you about peter, it’s too late. but sometimes late is just the right timing… sometimes.

warnings:: friends>enemies>lovers, mature themes/smut, cursing, slight violence, lots of angst, fluff, clueless peter

parings:: peter parker x fem!reader

[a/n]:: this is just the masters list for my p.p series [sight for sore eyes!]

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[00; jealously]-“I watch your eyes as she walks by…” you pause, tears forming as you remember the way peter looked at her- the way you wanted him to look at you, “what a sight for sore eyes…” || when the realization hits you about peter, it’s too late. but sometimes late is just the right timing… sometimes.

[01; goosebumps]-“who gives you goosebumps [y/n]? || late night shows and movies with Peter were a normal thing; but Peter’s question was unexpected…

[02; fatality] - “oh my g- dude.. it’s Liz.” || playing games with Peter again at his house, he gets a text that distracts him a little to much. || ‘[Y/N] WINS. FATALITY.’ The loud voice on the game announced. “Haha- i won Parker.. for the 5th time in a row…”

[03; what’s this?] - “what up Mj- what are you looking at?” You eyes followed her gaze just to find what you’ve been dreading the most. “Oh…” || it’s finally the day you leave for the trip to universal that had been planned— but of course, someone had to ruin it.

[04; unexpectedly expected]

[05; it’s the way it is]

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[fabled-fiction]

The Current of Water and Blood Run The Same

Part 5 of the Curiosity Eternalized Series

A story about the you, the ever so curious Eternal and your life through time. Pinning, and mourning and feeling every possible human emotion one could feel during infinity.

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: No warnings for this chapter

A/N: This is the fifth part in an ongoing series that I have started!! Chapters are usually posted a few days earlier on Ao3, so go check it out!

Link to Part 4: The Hush Before the Curtain Rises

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It almost surprised you how many thoughts were going through your head.

From what you could hear or at least make out, it was all a medley of panic and fear. Flashes of intense emotion, the want to protect and the need to run. Both an unsettling feeling to turn and hide in the darkest corner you could find, any place really that would ensure your survival. You wanted to run but there was also this urge to find someone important to you. Names and faces flashed in wild succession in your head. 

You were convinced some of these thoughts were not your own.

Especially as you stood, frozen in place watching as the Deviant came barreling down the street with Its's murderous intent. Adrenaline courses through your veins, and you try to swallow whatever panic that was yours. The problem being that you couldn’t tell what panic was yours or was the villagers, and it was hard to swallow that fear down a sandpaper throat. 

Then you see the little girl and little boy in the middle of the street. How…how did they get there.

The Deviant is heading straight for them.

The feeling of a cold panic leaves your body, and instead is replaced by a burning in your lungs. Maybe it's because of your sudden sprint, or maybe it's because of the blazing desire to make sure these people get the chance to evolve. Your feet reacted before your head, as quick as it was. The clothes of Mesopotamia whipping and catching the sand that was twisting about the air, creating a sort of image that surrounds you as others watch you run towards danger. Sliding to a halt in front of them, you wrap your arms around both of them, lifting them up and running the other way with the two of them gripping ever so tightly onto your arms. Their mother then took them and ran even faster than you thought a human could run.

A scream that cut through the air interrupted your amazement, and as you turned you saw a woman grabbed by the Deviant.

The want to protect fills your chest again as your hand reaches out, golden lace drawings appear on her torso and the Deviant’s hand with a grip of your palm. What could be called It’s fingers bent back with a sickening crunch as they folded in on themselves, she flew back to land on her feet a safe and long distance away.

“We have to get them back.” Your voice cracks with the nerves of the responsibility you felt. 

Turning, you saw Druig. It looked as if his mind was running a mile a minute just like yours was. His hand rested on your shoulder, and you were finally able to swallow. It seemed as if both of you were in over your head. You were both capable Eternals, but the sudden situation had both your overactive minds breaking and attempting to get back on track while they were simultaneously backfiring as they tried to figure out just how to backtrack. 

‘We’re both noncombat Eternals…how are we supposed to protect these people?''

Shaking the thought away, you look around. You knew what you had to do, but you just didn’t feel like you could successfully achieve your goal. There were so many options and choices that were laid out in front of it, it seems impossible to not feel overwhelmed. 

“Take over their minds, get them far from here. I'll distract the Deviant. The others have surely noticed that we’re gone…or at least that a Deviant is attacking.”

A look of shock…or was it hesitation shot across Druig’s face. As if his mind could run any faster, all of a sudden he became the loudest one. His thoughts were overpowering as his thoughts filled with a similar narrative to your own. How could he help, how could he stop this Deviant. The thought of how he could stop you from going off on your own became the loudest. He thought you were crazy for even suggesting it. You all had only known each other for such a short period of time, but he knew that you would need more help than it seemed. Or maybe that was just his own internal judgments of everyone's capabilities.

“Are you crazy? You can’t hold off a Deviant on your own! Let me help.”

“Someone needs to get these people out of here! You have the ability. I can try and block It's path or even hold it back with my ability.” You huff as you turn and see the Deviant slowly crawl back up onto a hut, having seemingly overcome the pain of it's hand folding in on itself.

“But you’ve never tried using your ability to that scale…”

Turning to face him you look at the people behind you both. They're running and tripping over themselves, some are even close to trampling over others that are slower or smaller. In the midst of trying to get to what they deem as safety they are hurting themselves. 

“You don't think I know that? But these people need us despite our ability or lack thereof.”

Druig stares at you for a moment, and in a moment that seemed unlike him again he huffs before turning away from you. You watch as the eyes of the humans that are in the vicinity gloss over and turn gold. He starts to jog away, the others following behind him. Leaving you to now deal with the threat that you had so valiantly said you would distract.

For a second, you regretted those words. Especially as now you were the only target in sight, or at least an obstacle in the way of the Deviant's next meal.

A plethora of options flipped through your mind, and an attempt was made at trying to rationalize each one in that moment. But for some reason you knew better, despite this being the first real situation where you would have to use any knowledge you had in order to stay alive. You didn't have any expertise to rely on, so your only "logical" option was to rely on your adrenaline and instinct.

Jumping up into the air you lifted yourself onto a nearby roof, nearly missing the Deviant that then barreled into another nearby home. Watching as it seemingly shook off the pain, you looked around the village for anything to help you possibly immobilize the Deviant. It was creating a lot of rubble with It's incessant need to break down any sort of progress these humans had done. You knew that was Its purpose, to halt whatever progress they made. They would have their work cut out for themselves after this was all said and done.

Sliding down the roof, you knelt down behind the wall as it stalked around visibly confused.

Your hands laid on something coarse…looking down you saw it was a weaved cord of straw and whatever other material that could stay together. Taking it in your hand, you swallowed.

If you could try to restrain It, or at least render it motionless. The others were soon to be here…

Slowly stepping out from your cover, you quickly tied the rope into some sort of loop. You knew you didn’t have the strength to wrangle it in by its neck. That would probably just do more harm to you. But one leg was already injured. So if you could find a way to tie up it’s limbs that could give you a chance.

Raising a piece of rubble up, you hurl it at the Deviant. It bounces off It’s head, but did the job of catching it’s attention and turning it on you. Standing there in the middle of the road, you watch as It begins It’s gallop towards you. The arm, the one you had caved in, tucked close to it’s chest. The other three legs were doing a well off job of sending It hurtling towards you. But you knew now that you’d have to catch that injured arm first, and the rest would…well would be a metaphorical breeze.

But first you had to not get eaten…

This was easier said than done, especially now as a familiar burning and cracking feeling fills your chest when you suddenly find yourself air bound. You had not anticipated how quick the Deviant would be in It's descent upon you. Your back eventually found its way, bouncing and rebounding off the compacted sand that no doubt hardened like stone under the rushed feet of the fleeing civilians. To no fault of their own, but unfortunately it would leave a sizable ache in your spine. Feeling the back of your head with your hand, a heat slicked your fingers only for you to realize that it was blood when you had pulled your hand back to see they were painted a shade of ruby. Well that's not how this was supposed to go, wasn't it supposed to be the other way around? With the Deviant's blood on your hand, and not your own?

Using whatever brain was left in your head, you managed to roll out of the way of the next slash. Not the most heroic escape, but who was really worried about that when the realization came to you that you were way over your head. You were supposed to be smart, had you not remembered that you had only just started your battle training. Ajak said it herself that you were not ready to fight deviants yet...and by how this was going you could only agree.

But that did not mean you would stop trying. You had to protect these people, that's what you were here for.

So, pulling yourself back onto your knees and wrapping the cord around your arm you did what you knew you did best. Observe. If you weren't good at fighting you'd have to rely on what you were good at. Analyzing. You had luckily already had one part of the plan figured out you just had to find out a way to execute it.

The Deviant was too fast on it's three remaining legs for you to take on, as you had just experienced. You were sure you weren't strong enough yet to physically lift it, you were really only confident in lifting inanimate objects or non-moving animate objects. With those two options checked off your hazing brain scanned the terrain. There had to be something!

Water...

You had felt it earlier for just a second. But it could have been the perfect battleground...or at least even the playing field and give you a chance to bind the Deviant.

Slowly propping yourself up against a beam you chucked another piece of rubble at the Deviant who was searching for you. It turned its head again, but instead of waiting this time you ran. Your arms pumping to the beat of your heart as you run towards the river. The drumming of your shoes against the bridge rang in your ears, louder than the screaming of your lungs. Sliding to a halt, the screaming only became louder until you took a few deep breaths in. While there was a little regret in some of the buildings you were about to ruin, you knew that they were just buildings. And like their name, they could be rebuilt.

A similar drumming was coming from the start of the bridge. You knew it was the Deviant, It's only objective being to catch you. You weren't entirely sure how appetizing and Eternal would be to a Deviant, but you weren't ready to find an answer to that question yet.  Kneeling on the bridge, you started to hit the crude wooden structure. Using your ability in a way you hadn't before was new to you, but if you broke this bridge when the Deviant was atop of you, it would send you both into the water. Then, maybe just maybe you could get the jump on it.

Just as the bridge had begun to give, with cracks and splinters beginning to surround you, the Deviant got to you first. Its meaty paws coming to try and pin you down. For just a moment it did, wrapping its claws around your torso to pin you against the fraying wood, your burning muscles feeling every flaw of It's claws as they dug into your sides. But just as it has pushed you into the flexing bridge, the weakened wood finally gave out.

The water encapsulated you and the Deviant together, foe and foe frozen for just a moment in the state of the ever evolving currents. It cooled your skin, and invaded your injuries feeling as if Ajak herself was mending you. The waters ran through every deep recess of the wounds, feeling as if it was trying to fill whatever skin had been broken by the purging claws of the monster.

But you were soon brought back to your immortal body, when you felt the same cooling water assault your lungs. From one panicked state to the next, your eyes shot open to look at the Deviant through the red ribboned aquamarine stream. It too was struggling, but still somehow keeping it's grip on you. But because of its grip and also the injured state of its arm, it gave you the chance to execute your plan. You were good at controlling the state of your mind. While your body was panicked, trying desperately to cling at whatever breath was left in your lungs, your head stayed on a swivel as you unwrapped the cord from your arm and tied it to the arm that held you. 

Caving it's fingers in again, with whatever wiggle room the suspended state of water gave you along with the aid of your ability, you quickly swam down towards It's kicking legs. One arm was immobile, and the other dragging down with you as you reached near it's legs.

Going on pure instinct, a feeling you felt was your unfortunate last resort at this point, you wrapped your legs around what could only be considered It's ankles to try and get some leverage on finishing the job. But again, with instinct being the bitch it was, you did not anticipate how hard it would be to rope down the Deviant while trying to steady yourself on it's thrashing legs. It would be easier to fight Thena with one arm tied behind your back than to do this.

The rope somehow found its way around the Deviant's legs, but before you could finish the task that you finally seemed to achieve a bone breaking grip ripped you from the water and thus the grip on the rope was gone.

Landing on the wet sand near the edge of the Nile, a churning eruption of water came from your chest. You coughed and coughed violently, as you felt a hand make its way onto your back. Everything was sticking to your drenched figure. The clothes of Mesopotamia clung to you, as well as the tunic that no doubt needed to be mended.

And while those were all becoming a second thought, the only thing that came to your mind now was who had pulled you from the water.

Beside you, the hand that rubbed your back, was small. With one glance you saw Sprite. Her face painted with worry as she reached to rub your cheek. You didn't need to read her mind to know how worried she was...

Looking forward you saw Kingo and Phastos. Both were just standing there in awe. Unlike Sprite, they looked to be processing what exactly was just happening. And for a moment, while your chest began to rise and fall at a normal pace once more, you felt a swell of pride. A fighter and a thinker were both in awe of you, and for a moment you chose to see it as awe in your ability to at least subdue a Deviant temporarily.

But then a very loud and very foreboding mind made its way to be the subject of your attention.

Ikaris was walking very quickly up to you. His own body dripping with both water and egotism, as he made his way up to you. It didn't take long for it to become apparent that he was the one that had pulled you from the River, and seemingly from his eyes shifting from gold to their normal icy gaze he had also just disposed of the Deviant you had taken so long to wrangle.

"What was that?! You had no business fighting a Deviant on your own! Furthermore, you had no business interacting with the Humans before we all made our entrance."

His words that were laced with a heavily spiteful accent rang in your ears, and jostled around in your head for longer than they should have. Ikaris stood there huffing, his hair like yours sticking to his forehead and framing his furrowed brows. If looks could kill...well his’ certainly could.

You only stared at him, feeling something bubble up in your chest. He stood there expectantly, knuckles white and looking...down at you. But you could tell again, without even looking into that big head of his, that he was looking down on you.

"What," you coughed, as you slowly stood with the help of Sprite. "You want me to apologize? Would that make you feel better?"

"(Y/N)..." Sprite whispered from beside you.

You weren't entirely sure where that came from, maybe it was the adrenaline wearing off or you were only giving back the attitude that you were taking from him. But with that comment, and the reaction it got from him a sudden sharp pain erupted from your side. Your hand had been pressing down on it the entire time, and you had only noticed the throbbing pain now after being pulled from the water. Sprite's own hands were also pressing on it, but the call of your name from her just now had not been from your comment but instead were in worry of the state you were in.

The Deviant had seemingly almost ripped your side from you, in a last ditch effort to win the battle.

Stumbling just a bit, your hand shot out to hold Sprite's shoulder. Looking past Ikaris, you see Druig off in the distance with Thena walking behind him. He was walking with a quick pace, but before you could stand fully Ikaris blocked your view.

"Look what happened when you went off on your own, you put our reputation at risk with this stunt."

His hand went to grip your arm again, seemingly to bring you back to the Domo in order to bring you to Ajak. But it felt wrong, you could very well bring yourself to the Domo. You were doing...fine against the Deviant before he showed up.

Ripping your arm from his grip, you took about two steps forward before falling to the ground and the bright sun of the sandy civilization fading to black.

#eternals #marvel #marvel studios #marvel x reader #eternals x reader #marvle imagines #druig #druig x reader #eternals image #comics #druig imagine

[certifiedskywalker]

Love Is Blind - Carol Danvers

Anonymous said: Hello there! Can I please request a carol x fem reader? “We fell asleep on the couch together on accident, how did my hand end up in your hair? Were you breathing on my neck?!” I found this lovely prompt on tumblr. So the context is they’re best friends who secretly harbor feelings towards each other. Please make it soft and fluffy and romantic. Thank you

Alright, I hope this is fluffy enough! I didn’t use the full prompt but I used it in a way that wasn’t as cheesy as that dialogue. I hope that’s okay!

“So what are you doing after this?”

You threw your head up at Carol’s question; took in the sight of her reddened cheeks and parted lips. Her blonde hair was thrown every which way. Some of it tumbled over her should, falling to the side like a sheen of golden water. Most of it was windblown up in a rat’s nest of stress and effort. When she threw the load she was carrying in the cargo bay to the side, she reached up in a vain attempt to tame the wild strands. You could not stop staring.

“Y/N?”

“What? Sorry.” You shook your head. “I spaced out.” Carol raised a suspicious brow and you felt the urge to curl into yourself, to hide your embarrassment. Had you been staring too long?

If you had, Carol didn’t let on. Instead, she smiled, wiped sweat from her brow and gave you a smile. It was one of her full, bright smiles, one that you often saw when she and Maria had invited you along to a post-flight-treat. While you had imagined cakes, you got beers and the first time Carol smiled at you with all the hope of a sunrise. 

“What are you doing after this?” Carol leaned against a pile of crates and crossed her arms over her chest. The tank top she was wearing showed off the strength in her arms and made it hard for you to swallow properly. You gripped your clipboard tightly and found your voice. 

“I-I don’t know,” you choked out. You turned your back on Carol to read over the label on the equipment before you. You checked off the box on your inventory and moved to the next one. As you moved you felt a warmth trailing behind you. Before you could turn around, Carol’s hand brushed past you and pulled your clipboard from your grasp. You turned to meet her eyes which held a mischievous glint within them. 

“So you’re free?” You gave Carol a questioning look before nodding slowly.

“I guess.” Her smile widened and you felt your stomach twist. “Why?”

“I was going to stop by Pancho’s and wanted you to come.” You raised a brow and tore your nervous gaze away from Carol.

“The bar? I don’t know. I have to...I get up early tomorrow and it’s a long drive from there to my place so…” You could feel Carol’s frown but, when you looked up, her eyes were still hopeful.

“You could crash at mine and Maria’s. She’s out with her guy until sometime tomorrow.” You felt your gut tighten at the idea of sleeping over at Carol’s. Before your face could give away the excitement you felt you nodded at your friend. Yes, friend. Carol was your friend; only a friend and you had to get the idea of anything else out of your head.

“Okay.” Carol’s expression lifted and a wide grin spread along her features. You had never seen anything so beautiful. 

“Awesome,” she threw your clipboard on top of the boxes beside her. “You wanna get your stuff and I’ll give you a ride?” You hesitated at the idea of leaving your own car in the parking lot and Carol, ever watchful, seemed to sense your worry. “I can tell Jim about your car. He’s head of security and we’re like this”

Carol crossed her fingers and made a childishly funny face. Yet, that didn’t unwrap the coils of jealous around your throat. The way Carol had made the gesture made you think she was joking. She did have a habit of getting into trouble with security. It wouldn’t have surprised you if she had struck up some sort of rapport with the head of the department, but the thought made your heart sink in your chest in a way that you could not convey. 

“Alright then yeah,” you sighed, “I’ll go get my stuff.” Carol smiled and clapped her hand on your shoulder in a manner so friendly you left some part of yourself die inside.

“Meet ya out in the parking lot then!”

After you finished up your work and got what you would need from your car (a sweatshirt, brush, and a few work notebooks), you found yourself waiting. You rocked back a forth, shifting your weight back a forth on your feet as you watched for Carol. The setting sun was still hot, beating down on the pavement and your skin. You thought back to Carol tucked into her flight suit as she clambered in her plane. How hot was that? 

Very, you thought with half a smile. You would have kept staring off into the sunset, thinking of Carol, if it weren’t for the sudden rev of an engine. The sound made you jump and your thoughts flee in fear. When you turned to see who was being so loud, you saw Carol: sunglasses pressed to her face and straddling a motorcycle.

The sleek, black machine drove up to you with all the smoothness of well-brew coffee. You watched her boots hit the ground when the bike came to a stop. It almost happened in slow-motion: she took off her sunglasses in a fluid motion, revealing her soft brown eyes to you like unwrapping a gift. She smiled widely when she met your gaze. 

“Like it?” You let your eyes dance along Carol’s face as she asked the question. It could be answered with a simple ‘yes’ but you found yourself speechless. 

“Y/N?”

“Y-Yeah, it’s…” You trailed off and Carol let out a breathy laugh.

“You nervous?” You tore your eyes from Carol’s legs and met her gaze once more. You swallowed hard and nodded. You were nervous, but about what, you were sure that it wasn’t the motorcycle. 

“Yeah, a bit.” Carol shook her head and scoot up to make room for you on the bike. 

“It’s all good. Just put your stuff in there,” she jabbed her thumb towards the back of the motorcycle. “And there should be an extra helmet in there for you too.”

You followed her directions and tucked your bag in a small chest attached to the back of the bike. Knowing that you wouldn’t lose your stuff barely eased the nausea in your stomach. You donned the helmet and turned back to Carol. She let out a laugh and gave you a thumbs up.

“You look great,” she teased and you felt your cheeks burn beneath the helmet. “Now, come here.” 

She patted the back of the seat and you gave her a questioning look before carefully straddling the bike. The padding beneath you was surprisingly comfortable. For a moment, you thought that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Then you caught a sniff was Carol’s body wash and the sharp scent of fuel and felt light-headed. It didn’t help when Carol gave you more instructions.

“Now put your arms around my waist.”

“What?”

“I mean, you don’t have to. That is, if you want to ride the road on your ass but-”

“Okay, okay,” you sighed and wrapped your arms around Carol’s midsection. A flood of warmth and giddiness ran through and over your body. You were so close to her. You had hugged Carol before but this, this was different. You were clinging to her.

For dear life, or so it seemed, as Carol drove away from the air hangar in a burst of speed. Your arms tightened and you feared that you might be squeezing her too tight. But when Carol didn’t flinch or protest, you let yourself relax. Your chest rested against Carol’s back and, despite the street racing below you, you felt safe. So safe and so...cared for? Maybe, either way, you let your head fall to rest between Carol’s shoulders and watched the landscape whirl past your vision. 

Soon enough, the sign of Pancho’s Bar entered your sights and you felt Carol slow the bike. The gravel of the parking lot groaned and cracked under the wheels as she searched for a parking space. When she turned to engine off you felt your heart ache with bittersweet pain. You were alive, in one piece and holding Carol; but now you had to let go.

Your arms fell to your sides, slipping from Carol’s waist painfully as she spoke up. “So, what did ya think? Fun right?”

“Yeah, actually,” you replied as you freed your face from the heat of the helmet. “Thanks.”

“No need to thank me, Y/N,” Carol waved a hand dismissively. “I wanted to. I wanted you to come.” You nodded before biting the inside of your cheek. Carol only wanted you here because Maria was out of town. Otherwise, you would be a third, unneeded wheel to their friendship. 

You watched silently as Carol hopped off the bike and straightened her jacket. Some of her hair, which she had put into a loose ponytail had slipped out. A few of the blonde strands framed her face, making her rosy, wind-kissed cheeks appear redder.

“You ready?” 

“Huh?” You asked, shaking your head to clear it. “Yeah, I am.” Carol raised a brow, but smiled nonetheless. She plucked the helmet from your hands and placed it on the bike.

“Seems like you could use a drink, yeah?” You met her eyes before you felt her hand grabbing at yours. Your eyes traced the way her fingers joined with yours and you felt your breath catch. 

“Yeah, I could.” Carol smiled over her shoulder at your reply before pulling you into the bar.

You don’t often drink, at least not a lot. If you do, it’s because you’re nervous or stressed. It’s not a good coping mechanism, you know that, it’s unhealthy; but when you’re at a bar with Carol, you’re bombarded by emotions that need to be dulled. You’re tormented by desire to hold her, to dance with her during a slow song and not care about anything else. 

In those moments, you remind yourself that you could lose your job if someone got the wrong idea. Even if the ‘wrong idea’ was what you wanted. You wanted Carol; you wanted to be more than friends, but that just wasn’t possible. Not now, at least. 

So you drank. You drank a lot, enough to grow fuzzy and only remember Carol’s face bathed in the colorful lights of the video arcade and neon signs. When you woke, you were warm and your head was pounding. You had felt the dull, pulsing pain of a hangover before but something was different about this one. When you turned your head, you felt a strange sense of relief. Physical relief. Like a hand rubbing at your scalp, soothing the ache in your skull as your breath found a haven in the crook of her neck.

Carefully, you craned your neck and tried to figure out the source of the sensation When you did, you felt your mouth fall open in a silent gasp. Carol was laid out on the couch, sleep balancing delicately on her features as she slept...below you. You had fallen asleep on her chest and her hand was in your hair. Everytime you moved a little, her fingers would brush against your scalp. 

All of your movement seemed to wake Carol as her eyes opened slowly. “You’re awake.”

“I-I am, I’m sorry about this. I just-”

“It’s okay, Y/N. You got a little drunk.” You let out a nervous, breathy laugh as you sat up. Your legs brushed against Carol’s and you felt like your whole being was on fire. 

“I guess, yeah,” you mumbled as you tried to move away. “I don’t….”

“I didn’t drink really,” Carol began, “so I drove home. It was a hassle getting you on the bike. I thought about tying you to me. I almost did.” She was smiling as she filled in the gaps of your memory, but you were aflame with embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry,” you said again, but Carol continued. 

“When we got back you wanted me to stay with you. You were fairly convincing and I guess we fell asleep together on accident.” You held your head in your hands and signed heavily.

“I didn’t do anything else did I?”

“We danced,” Carol added, “you were cute, dancing by yourself at first.” You met her eyes and saw there was only sincerity in them. Images of Carol, smiling as brightly as the sun from across the dance floor at Pancho’s flashed in your mind. You smiled at the sight, wished that you could remember it better in all of it’s trueness.

“When we got home you told me something.”

“W-What did I say?” You choked out. Worry churned in your gut and you felt like you might vomit. Carol let her head fall to the side as she stared at you softly.

“It wasn’t really what you said, it was what you asked. You asked if I loved you.” 

“Oh, Carol, I didn-”

“I do.” You met her gaze against and waited with baited breath. “I wanted to wait to tell you so you would remember my answer. Was that what you were expecting my answer to be?”

“No, I,” you shook your head. Your heart was pounding in your chest, so hard that you were surprised Carol did mention that she could hear it. 

“I know that it's ...different and we’re friends. And...well..with work, the government, but I wanted to tell you. Your question was the perfect time I guess.” Carol explained as she sat up against the arm of the couch. 

“I…” Silence overwhelmed you right beside the wave of shock. Your gaze fell to Carol’s hand which rested in her lap, as you gathered your thoughts.

“Sorry, if I made you uncomfortable,” Carol began to say quickly, “I just thought that maybe...it felt like you might too.” You looked up to her, met her gaze and tried to find the right words. “Y/N?”

“I do,” you said softly. Carol’s serious expression melted away into a smile. It wasn’t the one that was as bright as the sun. It was tender, as gentle as a rolling cloud during a pink sunrise. A smile just for you. Before you could say anything else, Carol leaned towards you. Her hand lifted from her lap to your cheek and pulled your lips to hers. 

She tasted like mint and smelled like smoke and engine fuel. She tasted like coming home, like a truth that you had tried to ignore for too long. She tasted like love, a love that you had never had the courage to show until now. You wanted to savor that forever.

Carol’s hands cupped your face and coaxed your closer. Instinctively, you moved into her lap and let yours hands bury themselves in her hair. Now that you had a flavor of what this could be, you never wanted to come up for air; but eventually, you had to.

Carol pulled away from your lips, but just barely. Her forehead rested against yours and you sank back into the warmth her body offered.

“I hope you didn’t drool on me,” Carol teased breathlessly. You laughed, pulling your head away from hers and shook your head.

“Just breathed on your neck a little.” Carol grinned and you swear if you stared too long, you might go blind. Yet, it would be worth it, if it meant you were with Carol.

#carol danvers #carol danvers fanfic #carol danvers fanfiction #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers imagine #carol danvers imagines #carol danvers x you #captain marvel #captain marvel x reader #captain marvl x you #captain marvel x you #captain marvel imagine #captain marvel fanfic #captain marvel fanfiction #captain marvel imagines #brie larson #marvel #marvel imagine #marvel imagines #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #wlw

[cumberhoe]

Stephen Strange x Reader (Don’t you trust me?)

Request: 12 Don’t you trust me

Summary: You were devastated after the death of the Ancient One and moved out of the sanctum. One day you are walking back to your apartment and someone starts following you. It is on you to make a mad dash to the sanctum and hope you find help inside. In the end, you find much more than you could have bargained for.

Word Count: 1,170

Seeing the future was a gift of yours. A gift that had landed you in the hands of the Ancient One over five years ago. She taught you almost everything you knew but unlike most of the other trainees, you still wove in and out of your material life.

Currently you were taking up residence in a cozy apartment that was close enough to the New York sanctum that you felt safe. After hearing of the death of the Ancient One you were devastated, you hadn’t gone back since, but just being near the sanctum brought you some comfort.

This morning, like most others, you rolled from bed and stretched your arms. Unfortunately you had signed up for an eight o’clock morning course this semester and you were regretting the decision ever since. You were getting your bachelors degree and it was a miracle all of its own that you had landed an apartment off campus. A miracle that could be traced back to a few of your mystical friends.

It had been a while since you had been to the sanctum because as much of a family as you had there, the thought of being there without the Ancient One broke your heart in half.

By the time you were up and out the door, the sun had made a bright appearance in the sky. Another lovely day.

As you walked about campus, you couldn’t help but feel as if someone was watching you. Shaking the feeling, you knew that if anything dangerous was going to happen you would have already known. So where was this feeling stemming from? Unfortunately the odd sense did not go away. The whole day if felt as if you were being watched. You always knew to follow your gut in these situations, so if you felt like someone was watching you, then they probably were.

That evening you decided to take a walk to help you clear out the bad thoughts of the day. Maybe gaining peace of mind wouldn’t be the worst idea.

Along the walk, you couldn’t help but notice you had gained a tail. Someone in dark clothing was stalking a few yards behind. When you slowed, they slowed; when you quickened, they quickened. This was a problem.

If you rounded the block and continued on for a few minutes, then the sanctum would be at your disposal. But could you really risk that? You didn’t think to bring a sling ring, or any other forms of magical defence for that matter. This was bad. If there was immediate danger you would have had a vision about it, maybe this person was just here to scare you or worse, to take you.

Shivering at the thought, you quickened your pace. Okay, this was really bad. Like really bad. Only a few more minutes until you reached the sanctum, which was safety. But now that the Ancient One was gone, how much had changed? Pushing the thought away, you continued down the dark and quiet street.

He was gaining on you, but you were really close now, and only a few buildings away from your possible safety. Fear is a wild thing, and you could feel each and every one of your senses honing in on that building.

The clicking of your shoes on the ground was the only sound in the silence. There were no cars passing and no pedestrians to run to. At the moment it was just you, him, and the approaching steps of the sanctum. The suspense was killing you.

Breaking into a sprint, you powered the rest of the way down the street. It was now or never.

The smacking of his shoes against the cement followed right on your tail. Wind rushed by you as every step got you just a little bit closer to the sanctum.

Pivoting on your heel, you shot up the stairs and through the sanctum’s doors. Slamming them shut behind you, a few stray pants seemed to be the only sound in the building. The lights were already on, casting a warm glow over your surroundings, yet the place seemed abandoned.

All thoughts stopped when a loud bang from the door resonated through the building.

Oh no.

Stumbling forward and crashing to the ground, you shuffled backwards just in time to see your attacker.

If only you had you sling ring.

Using some kind of magic, he pulled a translucent looking spear from the air and aimed it right at your heart.

Recoiling out of instinct you merely waited for him to strike and kill you. Right as he made to attack, a ball of burning sparks hit him in the chest and someone you didn’t recognise sprinted past you.

Not wasting a second, you took this moment of chaos to grab the closest blunt instrument. Flying past the stranger, you hit your attacker in head as hard as you could. He fell to the ground almost instantly.

As the adrenaline left your body, your mind began to clear.

“That was one of Kaecilius’ remaining followers, I’ve been trying to track them down for weeks,” the stranger spoke, bright eyes wide as he analyzed the situation, “the real question is why he was following you. Or who you are for that matter?”

His scrutinizing gaze immediately snapped you back to your senses.

“I knew the Ancient One,” you turned to face him fully now, “that’s the only way he could have found me.”

Knowing better than to start bombarding you with questions, the man held out his hand, “Dr. Stephen Strange.”

You had heard that name before. Of course you had never met him, but before the death of the Ancient One, she talked of him. If she trusted him, then so did you.

Hesitantly you took his hand, “(Y/N).”

His hand was warm, and just everything about the man seemed so welcoming.

“Well unfortunately I’m afraid that if one of them was able to find you, others will soon follow,” looking critically at the now-dead body Strange went deep into thought, “wherever you live isn’t safe anymore.”

“Where am I supposed to go?” your voice took on a more shrill tone as you looked at Strange hysterically. There was no way you could afford anywhere else to live and no one was prying you from those expensive classes.

“You could live here,” he shrugged as if it was nothing, “if you knew the Ancient One, I’m sure that you’re familiar with a sling ring. You wouldn’t ever be helpless.”

Looking at him hesitantly, you really weren’t buying the situation.

“It wouldn’t even be permanent,” something in the back of his eyes seemed to be shining a bit as he looked at you, “don’t you trust me?”

At his words, you couldn't help but feel a slight flutter in you chest. And you would be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive.

“Okay.”

#dr strange x reader #dr strange #dr strange x you #dr strange imagine #marvel imagine #marvle #mcu #mcu imagine #dr stephen strange #dr stephen strange x reader #dr stephen strange x you #stephen strange #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange x you #stephen strange imagine #benedict cumberbatch #cumberhoe

[maraudeerrs]

deadpool|tom holland x reader

Summary: in which the reader's favourite superhero causes some conflict

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You were currently on the red carpet with your boyfriend tom Holland for his new movie spiderman homecoming.

You were both stopped for pictures and then an interviewer came up to you guys and asked if it would be ok for some questions, you both agreed with a smile and started with the interview.

The interviewer started asking tom questions about the film while you stayed silent listening to your boyfriend ramble with a proud smile on your face until the interviewer turned to you and started asking you questions.

You start answering them, the questions mostly asking where you two met and how’s your life going.

“So (y/n) the real questions is, who’s your favourite Marvel superhero?” The interviewer asks in a cheeky voice.

You laugh and blush.

“Welllll” you draw out making tom now look at you.

“I’ve always had a crush on Ryan Reynolds so I’d have to say Deadpool, sorry babe.” You saw Turing to kiss toms cheek.

Tom moved away putting a hand to his chest in fake hurt.

“No babe I feel betrayed how could?” He said dramatically making you and the interviewer laugh.

Bonus~

Later that night at the after party you see tom suddenly stand up and turn to someone, looking at who it was you sigh.

Then suddenly tom yells

“OI RYAN COME FIGHT ME!”

#tom holland #tomholland #tom holland x reader #tomhollandxreader #x reader #deadpool #marvel #marvle fanfic #marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction #marvel x reader #spider man #spiderman #spiderman x reader #spidermanxreader #peter parker #peter parker x reader

[trytoimagineyoungjustice]

Headcanon: Young Justice Team Finding Meeting the Princess of Wakanda Would Be Like...

Request:  Yj team 2 meeting the princess of Winkanda?? Requested by Anonymous Tag List: @impulsivesuperrobin A.N.- Sorry I’ve been so inactive and sorry if this feels forced. Also sorry I couldn’t find a good gif for the season 2 team!

- Would speak very formally when first meeting her

- Before realizing that she didn’t act very formal

- Wally showing her some of the latest memes

- Kaldur wanting to see the river tribe

- Dick wandering around the lab looking at all of the gear

- Him and Tim being very excited with all the gadgets

- Her showing them around the city

- The team being in awe of the country

- Them wanting to stay longer to explore and learn more

- The princess telling them that they were welcome to come back any time and share more memes with her

#Young Justice #Young Justice imagine #Young Justice headcanon #Marvel/DC #Marvle/DC crossover #Dick Grayson #Dick Grayson imagine #Dick Grayson headcanon #Nightwing #Nightwing imagine #Nightwing headcanon #Wally West #Wally West imagine #Wally West headcanon #Kid Flash #Kid Flash imagine #Kid Flash headcanon #Tim Drake #Tim Drake imagine #Tim Drake headcanon #Robin #Robin imagine #Robin headcanon #Kaldur'ahm #Kaldur'ahm imagine #Kaldur'ahm headcanon #Kaldur #Kaldur imagine #Kaldur headcanon #Aqualad

[isoldmysoulforthisblog]

Sugar Daddy- Part 1

Okay so this is my first time publishing Marvel fanfic. I’ve written a lot of Supernatural fanfic but I’m still learning with marvel. This will become a series and it took me a while to write this because I’ve been busy. They will get longer and my writing will get better, just give me some time, thank you. I love you

Word count: 578

Warnings: None yeT

Walking down the hall towards the living room, you heard the T.V. Nat, Clint and Wanda were cuddled up on the couch watching Disney movies. Multiple blankets were draped over them. Nat must of heard your boots down the hall cause she called out to you when you entered.

“Hey Y/N do you want to come watch movies with us?” Nat had turned around and was hanging over the back of the couch to look at you. 

“Uh no thanks Nat. I think I’m actually going to go thrift shopping and get some lunch.” You smiled lightly as Nat threw her middle finger up in the air. “I’m sorry.” 

You said in a sing-song voice before heading towards to kitchen for a cup of coffee. While your coffee was brewing, you made a mental list of everything you wanted to try to buy today. Knee socks and some old sweaters were at the top of your list. You were also hoping to get some new jeans that actually fit you. You were brought out of your mind when two super solders entered the kitchen. 

“Good morning Y/N.” Steve said with a smile. Bucky smiled at you crossed the room to the coffee pot. You had learned that Bucky wasn’t much of a morning person when you had accidentally woke him up while you, Nat and Wanda were playing 3 am hid-n-seek. You had snuck into Bucky’s room and hid next to his bed because you thought Nat wasn’t going to dare to come in but she had, and she did find you. In the process she kicked a table and tripped over a pile clothes which wasn’t very graceful for a spy. Bucky had jumped out of bed, not very gracefully and fell on top of you. Before you had time to escape Bucky was yelling at you two to get out of his room and he called you “hooligans”, which you haven’t let him live down. Steve waved a hand in front of your face, which cause you to frown and scrunch up your nose. 

“Sorry Steve, what were you saying.”

“I asked what you were doing today cause we should go on a long run before it gets too cold.” 

“It already is too cold, its almost 30 degrees outside. I’m not a superhuman macho man like you are!” 

Steve laughed and it took him a moment to reply, “Okay well then you should work on some core strength and fighting techniques.” 

“Steve, sweetie, lets talk about this later. All this talk about fighting and working out is making me want to take a nap.” You turned away from him and poured yourself some coffee. Bucky, who was standing right next to you, leaned in close to your face. 

“What are you doing today?” 

“Shopping.” You replied simply. 

He nodded a little and took a sip of his coffee before responding, “Can I come?”

“Uh yeah, if you want. I’m going to leave soon so go get dressed.” 

“Okie dokie.” He smiled and darted towards his room, coffee in hand. Five minutes later, you and Bucky were in one of Tony’s cars driving towards the nearest town. You asked Bucky to plug your phone into the aux cord and play Pink Floyd, an artist you’ve been meaning to show him for a while. 

“Play The Wall, it’s an album.” Moments later, music flowed through the car and you two chatted quietly until you arrived in town.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky x reader #Steve Rogers #marvle #the winter solider imagine #Marvel Universe #natasha romanoff #fluff #series #sugar daddy bucky #Shopping #i love you

[myuni-moon]

it may be my crystal obsession, but imagine cult! Zhongli making us a cor lapis throne???? and decorating the whole teapot-house-room with cor lapis/marvle/Liyue crystal columns and everything???

if that is what you want then so be it. he'll even build you a temple made of marble and gold just to have a place for the cult to worship you. he'll build you a throne of quartz and cor lapis, make you jewelry of silver and noctilus jade, and give you a hairpin carved from onix and jade. there is nothing he won't give you.

#myuni answers

[in-love-with-remus-lupin]

Headcanon of the day:

If they’d lived Dora would’ve forced Remus to watch wandavision.

They’d probably have marvel marathons.

She’d stare him down at several points during aou like “now who does that sound like?”

What do you mean "if they'd lived"...they obviously did...😤🙄

And yessss...I absolutely love the idea of them being into marvel...(I know they're old by then, but they'll forever be young in my mind and who says old people can't enjoy Marvle)...I imagine tonks being close to Ted's side of the family...a teenager cousin introduced them to Marvle and there was no looking back...also in AOU, the moment Bruce said those words, she paused the movie and looked at Remus...he was looking down and smiling.... after that they subconsciously started thinking of themselves in their place...and after watching end game, Remus hugged her and said that he was grateful for the life he got to live with her

#remadora #brutasha #bruce x natasha #remus x nymphadora #remus x tonks #ronks #bruce banner #remus lupin #nymphadora tonks #remus and tonks #avengers endgame #avengers age of ultron #age of ultron #endgame #avengers endgame spoilers #moony and dora #moony x dora #lupin/tonks #tonks x lupin #lupin x tonks #nymphadora x remus #nymphadoratonks #remus/tonks #tonks x remus #remuslovestonks #remuslupin #natasha romanoff #natasharomonoff #brucebanner #headcanon of the day

[poison-peach]

𝕋𝕠𝕠𝕣𝕦, 𝕆𝕚𝕜𝕒𝕨𝕒 𝕋𝕠𝕠𝕣𝕦.

warnings: noncon (photography), oikawa being a perv. implied virginity loss, age gap.

author’s note: @miyaagis thank you my tumblr mommy 💗 and thank you, for making me simp for this man 🥲

You always elicited a different kind of feeling from Oikawa each time he saw you, which was quite rare.

Seeing you run up to him at the airport, shrugging and letting go of your father’s hand only to stumble over your feet and have him catch you. You were so small, and your dark hair so curly, ringlets bouncing in your face while you squealed and tumbled into his chest.

Oikawa never wanted kids, never liked them, but this little one he would gladly give the world to.

He knew when he made up his mind not to come back to Japan until he fulfilled his dream, you, your father and his friends would be the only thing he missed from back home. 15 years was all it took for him to be homesick. He would take you to the beach, to the park and have drinks with your dad while you took a nap in his arms.

However, as each year goes by, he grows significantly more upset then he expected to.

After messaging your dad, Oikawa is offered a place to stay. In return, he has to babysit his friend’s daughter and take you out on your birthday. A simple request, a roof over his head and food for him? A great deal - but it’s about to get a lot better.

He never expected you to turn into a fine young lady, a scarf as a makeshift top and a little tennis skirt fluttering around your thighs. For a second, he thought that you were his friend’s new wife—only to realize that he would definitely have been invited to the wedding. It dawns on him seconds later that this tantalizing lady waiting for him is his friend's daughter.

You run up to him to hug him, your soft flesh pressing against him just like always. Oikawa is stunned as he wraps his arms around you, his hand resting just above the curve of your ass. You definitely grew up, but never did he think you’d grow up to be this alluring.

You are touchy, nothing different from when you were younger, as you drive; your hand caressing his lap in a playful manner. Oikawa has to remind himself to stay calm, ignoring your hands tapping his, wanting to hold his hand just like when you were a kid.

The kicker though, comes when you routinely linger outside his room, popping under the pretense of ‘checking up’ on him. Your footsteps, next to silent, jolting him to turn around and gawk at you in revealing outfits, trying to fend off the heat.

His appetite grows, steadily increasing, despite brushing off your flirtatious advances and teasing remarks. He’d emerge from his room to find you dancing in the kitchen while making dinner, careful to stay as silent as possible just to catch a secret glimpse of your ass poking through your tiny shorts.

It’s ridiculous how many times he’s had to adjust his cock in his pants or cover his mouth to silence a small moan, seeing your shirt lift to expose the underside of your breasts while you nap on the couch.

Your dad isn’t home and you are out cold, aren’t you?

He kneels next to the couch, fingers brushing over your stomach, skin seemingly beckoning him to mark every inch. Oikawa carefully folds your singlet up, marvling at your body. How erotic, his eyes traverse over to your nipples, two metal studs reflecting light.

“She’s no longer a child,” he whispers to himself. His fingers ghost over them, watching as they harden, earning him a whimper.

A quick snap on his phone and he rushes straight into his room, both disgust and arousal flooding his senses. With his cock in hand and your naked torso on his other, he gets to work.

Never in his wildest imagination would he have conjured up the next few minutes. Interrupted by a soft voice, he stops, worried that your dad finally came home. Instead, all he can hear are moans, a couple of soft whimpers and finally, his name. It’s so fucking sultry, he knows it’s you and it drives him wild.

Oikawa tries to ignore the first cry, thinking he might have mistaken it, but the last one piques his interest. He takes a glance, only to be greeted with you tweaking your nipples, fingers repeatedly plunging into your squelching cunt as your legs spread wide open for full view.

Kentaro Kyoutani’s daughter, Oikawa’s favourite niece, is touching herself to the thought him brutally fucking her, taking her first time while screaming “Tooru..!” repeatedly.

At least now he knows what to get, or rather take, for your 19th birthday- it’s just 2 hours away, anyway.

#red.wine #spilled.wine #tw+noncon #tw+pervert #tw+age gap #tw+virginity loss #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru

[petersnya]

PETER PARKER IMAGINE COMING TODAY AT 5:30! [series?] xxx

#peter parker #tom holland #spider man #marvle #marvel mcu #mcu fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #book #imagine #smut #fluff #angst #long reads #Peter Parker x reader #series #tom holland smut #peter parker smut #peter parker fluff #peter parker angst #tom holland fluff #tom holland angst