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haravath0t · 2 months

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Eros: Golden

Summary: a little lingerie is a golden idea

Pairing: $mokecheddathaassgetta x black!oc (soundcloud rapper!Timothée Chalamet x Kaye$way)

A/n: hurray!! Written for @the-slumberparty’s 8 Types of Love challenge, I picked Lingerie from Eros based in my bday fic au i wrote a few years back. A little body worship, a little crack, a lot of smut lol. Also @siwokann if you remember requesting this prompt three years ago? Well this one’s for you too 😂😂 better late than gathering dust in my docs. Minors, ageless and blank blogs, and serial likers DNI

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Smoke knew everyone always made a fuss about red lingerie. The color of power and passion and hunger. Even black got its shine; a color of mystery and intrigue.

But he’s sure they’ve just never seen a sight like this.

His girlfriend stood over him dripping head to toe in gold. The color of opulence, abundance, shining radiant warmth. A thick gold chain encircled her neck, the ‘K’ initial pendant dipping down to her cleavage. The shining jewels of it hard next to the soft silky lace of her bra. It molded over the curves of her chest and her matching panties did the same to her hips. Another glittering gem accented her navel and drew the eye. But he wasn’t done, not until his gaze skated down to the bejeweled stilettos that tied in the whole ensemble.

She stood before him, a queen, a goddess, all warm brown skin and shimmering gold accents.

He was not worthy.

Which was why he was on his knees.

He’d dropped to them before he could fully take in her appearance. It was the optimal position to take all of her in.

“Well?” She prompted with a smug smile.

“Fuck.”

Kaye’s giggle brought a pleased little smile to his own lips. Smoke stood up on his knees, his hands coasting slow up smooth legs glistening with lotion and body shimmer. Her skin was all supple temptation under his touch and he bit his lip.

This position usually afforded him the ability to nuzzle the bling at her bellybutton, but the heels made her just tall enough for him to be face-to-face with the tiny ribbon bow at the center of her panties’ waistband.

Kaye’s fingers tunneled through his dyed-red curls. He closed his eyes at the light scratch of them, peering up again as she gently pulled his hair to tilt his face up towards hers.

“That all you gotta say?”

Smoke smirked as he let his hands travel higher, caressing the curves of her ass. “Oh, bae, I could say a lot. Like, yeah, I could say your body looks made for pretty shit. That this lace doesn’t look half as good as the body under it. But I think you want my mouth busy with something else, instead.”

He hooked his grip to Kaye’s knees, sweeping them from under her as he dumped her back on the bed. A gasp made her chest heave and he groaned past his grin as his eyes zeroed in on the nipples pebbling just out of view. Smoke’s lips descended to the swell of one of Kaye’s breasts, unable to hold himself back longer. Her back arched into his hungry kisses and he snaked one arm in the gap, holding her to him.

“Such pretty titties, bae,” Smoke praised her breathily, his teeth dragging over the plush mound as he hiked her knees up to his hips. “And you got ‘em all wrapped up like a present for me. So fucking sexy. Don’t worry, I can devour this body and keep your cute li’l ‘fit on.”

Proving his own words true, Smoke’s lips latched onto her nipple over the thin lace. Kaye moaned and whimpered, making the noises that made Smoke lose his goddamn mind. And he needed more. Of her taste, of her sounds..

Down, down her body, his kisses indulged in the soft flesh of her torso and tummy, pausing to take the little gold dollar sign charm dangling there between his teeth and gently tug.

“Smoke!”

“Mhmm,” he hummed pleasantly, a smile marring the kisses he stamped over her sensitive pantyline.

“More,” Kaye panted, wiggling impatient under him and gripping the sheets with manicured nails.

“More what? Whatever my KayeBae wants it’s hers. Tell me.” He requested even as his tongue flicked out, licking at her slit through the nearly sheer fabric of her panties. His ministrations more than distracted her and preoccupied her mouth as his own helped her soak the lace over her core.

Kaye scrambled for purchase at his shoulders. “Fuck me,” she cursed and he chuckled, leaving her covered cunt to cheekily kiss down her lifted thigh, his eyes mischievous as his lips grazed her ankle right above her heel’s buckle.

“That a request?”

She frowned brattily. “A demand.”

He laughed again. “Turn over then.”

Smoke watched, transfixed on Kaye’s body until she was on her hands and knees for him. He trailed a finger from her sexy heels, over her calf, and up her thigh, before both of his large hands palmed her ass. The slightly darker shade of gold where she was soaked practically outlined her lips. One of his thumbs caught the slick strip of fabric and pulled it to the side.

A wave of desire crept into his lower belly, making him reiterate his previous exclamation. “Fuck.”

Shoving at his boxers impatiently, Smoke pulled himself out and started stroking his length, groaning at each throb that answered the tugs of his grip. Kaye wiggled her ass enticingly and Smoke couldn’t have resisted such an invitation if he tried.

Just the kiss of his tip to her sticky opening was unfairly divine. But when he started pushing inside? Sinking into that delicious heat that he can never quite get used to? Hearing those keening whines that fall from her lips and form his name? Yeah there was no question that Smoke was lucky to have cuffed her up. So he fucked her like he was thankful.

He was mesmerized with the way her flesh rippled with each bounce of his hips meeting her cheeks, jaw slackened as his own groans and curses tumbled out unchecked. She deserved to hear what she did to him.

Smoke reached forward, loosely grabbing her throat and tipping her chin up to face him. Kaye arched her back more to meet his eyes.

“This dick yours?” A nod. “Lemme see.”

He placed his hands on the headboard above her, stabilizing himself as she threw it back, fucking herself on his dick. “Shit, feel so good, bae.”

His vantage point watching from above as Kaye used him to seek her pleasure knocked the breath from him, he felt like he couldn’t catch it. Felt like he was being blessed and baptized, head underwater and drowning in the feeling. A body like this housed a heart and soul like Kaye’s?

Smoke may have to get a ring— a gold one, blinged out, now that he had seen how much the color and shine suited her.

…Was seven months too soon? Nah, his TikTok FYP basically said girls loved getting proposed to on Valentine’s. He had a few days to plan.

💘

#𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚝 ˗ˏˋ☕ˎˊ˗#from cocoa with love 🤎✨#soundcloud rapper!timothee chalamet x black!oc #$mokecheddathaassgetta #TikTok’s Starcrossed Lovers fic #navy and roo's sleepover #typesoflovesleepover

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Graduation

Summary: Another Graduation at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry.

Warnings: NONE

Words: 1,224

Ruby waved her wand over her hair and watched the spell braid her hair into a long single braid. She had on a blue long dress that stopped at her knees that was short sleeved with a pair of her fav chunky short boots. They jingled when she walked so everyone knew she was coming before they saw her. It was graduation day. The day she'd see her kids graduate and go off and achieve whatever they set their hearts too. It was her second favorite day as a Professor. Knowing everyone's hard work paid off, and it was the start of new adventures for the graduates.

She pulled on her head of house regalia robe. It was black but hers was adorned with Ravenclaw house colors in the long hood that hung on her back, black lined the inside, the bronze accents on the stripes on her sleeves. on the back was a raven with its wings open in the deep blue that hung from the banners. She put the cap on last, with her jewelry.

Looking in the mirror she put on her bronze small hoops, reached into a tiny box and put on her grandmothers ring on her pointer finger, her three wand bracelet and the new addition to her everyday wear; the engagement ring. She smiled as she put it on, did her final checks in the mirror.

"Looking good gurl!" The mirror told her.

"I know."

She grabbed her wand off the mantle, pet Boris who was asleep on the couch and walked out the door.

Ruby turned the corner and chatting in the hallway was Neville and Angus in their respective heads of houses regalia robes too. Neville's had the head of a lion on the back of his in maroon, as well as maroon and yellow lining his hood. Angus's had yellow and black on the inside of his hood and a badger head in yellow on the back of his robe.

Angus saw Neville smile as soon as he heard the clunk of Ruby's shoes.

Angus checked his shirt for wrinkles, he buttoned his suit jacket and huffed looking down he forgot to tie his bowtie. Ruby walked up to the two.

"Looking good boys, is that a new kilt Angus?" Ruby asked.

"yea, my old one finally bit the dust, this one's got Hufflepuff colors in it." Angus smiled at Ruby.

"you look spiffy!" Ruby looked at his tie. and shook her head, she motioned Angus to her.

"come here, it's a simple spell, Kohler." She took out her wand and pointed it at Angus.

"Neville your a witness if she misses and takes me head off." He joked.

"she better not…your my best man." Neville disclosed.

Angus's face showed shock, surprise then ecstatic in a matter of a couple seconds. He didnt even notice his bowtie was already tied and Ruby had lowered her wand.

"Mate, are you serious?" Neville smiled at his friend and nodded.

Angus hugged Neville unexpectedly, Ruby awed. Neville hugged him back.

"It'll be an honor, Neville." Angus spoke when they broke apart.

Ruby held up her finger and pointed at Angus. He went stiff as soon as he saw her 'teacher stare'.

"l'amener à l'autel sobre, ou je me battrai contre vous." Ruby threatened.

"what?" Angus asked confused.

Neville chuckled. "get me to the alter sober or she'll fight you."

"noted."

Graduation took place in the great hall the same place where the kids were sorted. They were all seated according to house Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin, In rows. There families were waiting for them at Hogsmeade station when they'd take the boats that they arrived as first years back in. It was all very sentimental and metaphoric.

Neville, Ruby, Angus and Horace walked up to the staff tables they all sat underneath their houses point hourglasses. Then McGonagall appeared at the podium and started her speech. Ruby dabbed her eyes with her handkerchief. As she looked out at all her kids. She was proud of them all for getting to this point now they'd go off into the world and be whomever they wanted.

There was applause, Ruby joined in.

Gryffindor was first, Neville stood up and read off his floating list of names from his house. They came up shook his hand, he gave them their diploma and they sit back down.

"Annabelle Bennett…" Neville read.

Annie stood up and walked to him. He saw her take a deep breath like all the kids do. Annie came so far since she was a first year. Neville had a hunch she'd be one hell of a Herbologists someday. And the fact that he had a hand in shaping her to be well that's an honor all the Professors felt about their kids.

"Congratulations Annie." Neville told handing her the maroon folio with Hogwarts emblem on the front.

"Thank you." Annie told.

Hufflepuff was next, Angus stood up cleared his throat before starting his list.

Neville saw Luna's twin boys among the mustard yellow robes. He smiled they were Angus's brightest students. Not surprising though considering who their Mum was. They were going to be Mazoologists after their great grandfather. He looked forward to reading that book someday.

"Lorcan Scamander."

Angus announced.

"Lysander Scamander."

Ruby was next.

"Kevin Bennett…" Neville dabbed his eye on his sleeve watching Kevin go get what he worked so hard for. He remembered rescuing him from drowning when he was eleven, he knows Ruby remembers countless other times she's had to help save him from something. Kevin reminded him of himself that boy grew up in front of them all. Now he was a young man.

Ruby smiled proudly as she handed Kevin his diploma.

The ceremony continued McGonagall did final announcements then ushered all the graduates and the students back to the courtyard to mingle before they'd take their final boat ride.

Angus went to grab his bagpipes. While Neville and Ruby said their goodbyes to their students.

"Professor Morgan!" Ruby turned and saw Annie Bennett. TAhe young lady hugged Ruby.

"Thank you Prof. Morgan…for well everything." Annie told.

"Your welcome Ms. Bennett. You can do anything…"

"If I set my mind to it…" Annie finished.

Ruby nodded. Annie teared up.

Neville was having the same heart to heart with her brother Kevin.

"You remind me if a boy I used to know, Mr. Bennett. Awkward, not sure if himself, shy, a bit of a clutz…but underneath he's just trying to find himself, as others encourage him to be himself whoever that is."

Kevin looked at Neville curiously. "Who's that Professor Longbottom?"

Neville smiled proudly putting his hand on Kevin's shoulder. "That boy was me."

Kevin's eyes widened as he stared at his mentor. "You've grown Mr. Bennett in more ways than you know, keep growing. Don't let others stunt your growth either, be whoever you want to be." Kevin hugged Neville. And he smiled.

Angus stood at the edge of the dock where the boats were waiting and started to play the bagpipes as the graduates got in the boats and watched Hogwarts in all its splendor and wonder with the beautiful music in the background.

Ruby & Neville waved to the boats, till they couldn't see them anymore. As they listened to Angus play and smiled at eachother.

#𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚝 ˗ˏˋ☕ˎˊ˗#Neville Longbottom x black oc #Neville Longbottom x OC #Neville Longbottom #Harry Potter fanfiction

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Valentine Canine

Word Count: 1.2 k

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Summary: Ransom gets you a puppy for Valentine's Day.

Warnings: Fluff, smut (fingering, touching over clothes, interrupted O.) Cursing, dogs, mentions of shelter.

A/N: This is a repost from my old account, @/hevans-angel. Part of my AU that I'm naming "...And they were Roommates." The first part was Pine-ing For You, enjoy this new part! Happy Valentine's Day!

This was a bad idea.

This was a really, really fucking bad idea.

Ransom scowled as he looked through the windows at the overly excited puppies romping around. It was the day before Valentine’s Day and you not-so-subtly hinted that you wanted a puppy. You had been begging your boyfriend for a puppy since new years.

“We're a family now, Ran, we need a puppy to complete the picture,” you’d say, dramatically. To which he always said no to. All animals- according to Ransom- were messy and gross; the smells, hair, drool, the sounds they made. Sure, he had wanted a puppy when he was a kid, but his mother never let him- which was hypocritical considering she had no problem with Harlan’s dogs. Some may say that his dislike of animals stemmed from that.

He would just say to eat shit.

Despite all that, Ransom loved you; he loved you a lot. Ever since Christmas the two of you had grown closer than ever. So if him putting up with some pest was going to make you happy, that’s what he would do.

As he continued to search for the right puppy for his girl, he spotted a beagle at the top of a doggy pile, acting like the queen to her throne. Suddenly he was thrust back to when he was a kid, curled up on the couch at his grandad’s house and watching Charlie Brown on the TV. The Peanuts were a classic, and it was something that little Ransom loved indulging in; the humor, the simplicity, the comfort. Plus it was something that he and Harlan bonded over, and anything that got him attention from his grandad was very special.

He needed no time to think before he pointed to the puppy and said,

“That one. Give me that one.”

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“Ransom, I’m home!” You called as you came through the door, arms full with grocery bags. You were planning on cooking a romantic dinner for you two, not feeling up to going out for a fancy dinner. There were also some more fun things, namely a little red lingerie piece you had found at one of the many boutiques that were in Boston.

Thud!

You stopped putting away the groceries to see what had made the loud sound. Through the glass door to the backyard you saw a flustered Ransom. He looked to be busy with something; you couldn't tell what it was, however.

"Babe, what are you doing?" You inquired through the now open door. Your boyfriend's back was facing you, and he was hunched over and holding onto whatever it was that was bothering him. "Do you need help?" You started to step outside but he quickly stopped you.

"No!" He protested, back still towards you but his head was turned in your direction. "No, just go back inside, I've got this." He sounded agitated, which was usual for Ransom, but you were still curious as to what was going on. Deciding to let it go, you simply roll your eyes.

"Okay, Grumpy Pants, come back inside when you're done." You said before going back inside and finishing putting everything away.

Somehow, Ransom was able to get the hyper puppy into a little cage he bought today. He also bought her a collar and leash, a few toys (nothing that made any noise though,) and food and bowls. He set her up a place in the garage, and he planned on surprising you with her in the morning at breakfast.

Admittedly, he was starting to like the puppy. He had decided to name her Peanut- an ode to her origins (and disgustingly cute.) It suited her, though, and he had a feeling you'd like it as well.

After saying goodnight to Peanut, he went up to his and your room. You were already in bed, in your pajamas and watching a show on the flat screen in front of you. He stripped himself of his clothes, leaving on just his briefs, before climbing in next to you. He turned the TV off and pulled you close against him. You giggled and kissed him softly, one of your hands playing with his fluffy hair.

"Mm… Hi, love." You whispered, nuzzling your nose against his cheek. You felt one of Ransom's hands wander down your back and grab your butt. He ground his hips against you, causing you to feel how hard his dick was for you.

"Hi," he whispered back, his lips caressing your neck. His tongue poked out as he kissed and sucked the delicate skin and his hand found its way into your pajama shorts, rubbing your clit over your panties. You moaned and rocked against his hand. Just as things were heating up, you heard a bark. Judging from the way Ransom went stiff, he heard it too.

“What was that?” You asked, barely being able to turn around before Ransom plunged two of his thick fingers into you, causing you to gasp. He rubbed the pads of his fingers against your walls, kissing up your neck and stopping at your ear.

“Ignore it. Probably just the neighbors.” He thrust his fingers faster, easily finding the sweet spot that made you make all sorts of pretty sounds for him. You clung to Ransom, approaching your orgasm fast- until another bark came. This time it was closer, and you were able to hear the sound of nails tapping against the hardwood floor. You pushed his hand away and sat up all while Ransom huffed.

“No, that wasn’t the neighbor’s dog. It’s coming from inside the house.” Just then, the bedroom door (which Ransom was now cursing himself for not shutting it completely,) opened and the culprit in question came running in.

“A puppy!” You squealed, practically flying out from under the covers to pick the precious pooch up. She covered your face in kisses, her body wiggling around in excitement. “You got me a puppy?” Ransom, looking tired and quite honestly done with life, sighed and nodded.

“Yeah. I was going to give it to you tomorrow but I guess the little shit got out of her cage.”

“Hey! Don’t call her that, she’s an angel,” you cooed, kissing the top of her furry head. It was then you saw the name on her tag and you grinned. “She’s our little Peanut, aren’t you?” Ransom couldn’t help but smile as he watched you with her.

“Yeah, she’s our little peanut that cockblocked me.” He grumbled. You giggled and got back in bed.

“Aww, don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you later.”

“Later? Why not now?” He whined, trying to ignore Peanut as she attempted to get him to play with her.

“Because now our daughter needs some love and attention; and I refuse to have sex while she’s in our bed.”

“Now wait just a min-” you interrupted his objection with your best pout and Disney Princess eyes; he could never resist that combo.

Defeated, Ransom laid back down and you copied, Peanut curling up in between her new mommy and daddy.

“You’re lucky I love you, you know.” He said as he watched you two snuggle. You smiled and leaned over, kissing him sweetly.

“Happy Valentine’s Day. This is the best gift ever.” He returned your kiss, the smile you loved finally back on his handsome face.

“Happy Valentine’s Day. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

#𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚝 ˗ˏˋ☕ˎˊ˗#ransom drysdale x female reader #ransom drysdale x you #ransom Drysdale x woc!reader #ransom drysdale fluff #ransom drysdale smut #ransom drysdale x reader #au: ...and they were roommates

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Deft n’ Deleterious

Summary: Two years have passed and King Iorzand gets help from old friends. DnD AU

Pairing: bard!Timothée Chalamet x ex-boss challenge!black OFC (Kaida the Cleaver)

Warnings: gleeful murder and gore mentions. Kaida likes her job 🤷🏽‍♀️

A/n: this came to me in a vision this morning. Little sequel blurb to Damned n’ Determined. Minors, ageless and blank blogs, and serial likers DNI

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Of course this would happen right before his wedding.

Iorzand hadn’t had to raise a weapon in threat much less follow through in the two years he had been crowned. He and his knights fought valiantly through the swath of crazed fanatics until he was cornered at the bottom of his own throne daïs.

Two dragonborns in yellow robes closed in for the kill-strike.

Yet, a fae-gold blade in pearlescent pink sliced clean through one fanatic’s middle then through the next, both torsos flying wetly to the ground.

Standing an ax-swing’s distance behind their still-standing lower halves was a familiar face. Even more familiarly, spattered in blood with a manic grin on her face. Brown eyes twinkled in a crazed light like cave dragon topaz.

Belatedly, the knees buckled on his assailants to reveal the rest of her short frame. And the blood and viscera on her dress did nothing to hide her protruding round belly.

“Oh, Iorzand, you shouldn’t have!! We got you the wedding gift, you didn’t have to get me anything!”

He shook his head off his shock and scoffed a laugh. “I did not organize a threat on my life to welcome you back to the city, Kaida.”

The barbarian frowned as she shouldered her dripping battle ax, pouted even. “Oh. Well it was a nice surprise all the same.”

Frantic, faltering footsteps and wheezing came from behind her. Timothée appeared in a stagger run with a wrapped package in his arms. “Kuh— Kaida! Kaida, you can’t— shit!” He said finally resting with his free hand on his knee. “My love, you can’t just—! You are nearly due, you can’t just slaughter sixteen people in gleeful rage! Not for at least another two moons!”

Kaida rolled her eyes and smiled. “First of all,” she pointed at the remains of the two bodies on the mosaic tile, once glistening with a fresh polish, now glistening in slowly cooling blood. “Eighteen people. Second of all, I’m pretty sure the healer just meant that as a suggestion, I feel great! Better even. Think my glow has returned.”

Iorzand shook his head. “You haven’t changed, Kaida.”

She smirked down at him, holding out a hand to heave him up. “And I never will. Aren’tcha glad I didn’t come in my party dress? Would have had to attend your ceremony in the buff.”

“Not again,” Timothée vehemently negated, approaching them but still panting a little from pursuing his beloved through the carnage she left in her wake. “I had sand in awful places.”

.💥🪓.

#𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚝 ˗ˏˋ☕ˎˊ˗#timothée chalamet x black!oc #damned n determined fic #damned n’ determined fic #timmy x kaida

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let me hold it lightly

And, Lord, don't let me break this

Let me hold it lightly

Give me arms to pray with

Instead of ones that hold too tightly

— 100 Years by Florence + the Machine

Summary: Laurie is obsessed with a girl in his class who he swears barely knows he exists. Modern college AU

Pairing: yandere!Laurie Laurence x black!reader

Warnings: stalking, unsolicited anonymous gifts, disturbing poetry, isolating reader from friends, locking someone in a closet? pretty fucked up of him

A/n: another dud! Haven’t done one of these since I first came up with the idea 🙃 and I dont feel like writing but I feel like posting so I’ll empty some of these guys out

Leaves her a box of her favorite tea when she’s pulling an all-nighter

He finds her on Spotify and always listens to the same playlists she’s listening to

He noticed she had one particular curl behind her left ear that her hand always gravitated to when she was concentrating.

Writes her Romantic poetry that ends with both of them dying, and stuff. Lot of his poems he describes specific articles of her clothing that he sees her wear that day so you know the stalking game is on point.

“…Were I that peter pan collar that curves along your neck…”

“…Id crawl over glass, staining the starched lines of your plaid skirt, to worship at your feet…”

“…Hair like storm clouds, bracketing the face of my beloved. Irises encapsulating the black depths of the sea, teeming with mystery and intrigue and life...”

“…Her silvery voice and her silvery wings and the silvery halo circling her head…”

He has like words of the day and always ties to use it in a sentence. Or a poem.

Elysian : (adj.) Relating to or characteristic of heaven or paradise.

Eulogize : (v.) Praise highly in speech or writing.

alexithymia (n) the inability to express your feelings

redamancy (n); the act of loving one who loves you, a love returned in full

basorexia (n); the overwhelming desire to kiss

selenophile (n) the person who loves the moon

numinous (adj): describing an experience which makes you fearful yet fascinated, awed yet attracted, the powerful personal feeling of being overwhelmed and inspired

He incapacitates Reader’s friend at a house party and he’s the only one she knows otherwise. So when she feels like her more social friend ditched her, Laurie swooped in with small talk

It was a crime of opportunity and Laurie found with the right motivation he could be very opportunistic. He shoved her into the tight linen closet, locking it from the outside.

Ah. Serendipity. (n); finding luck without even looking for it. He smiled at his gift from the universe, tuning out the enraged and terrified shrieks of the girl on the other side of the door. Laurie set off to find you and her screams were drowned out by the music the farther he strode away.

After spending the time at the party with her, Laurie slowly but surely cuts her from her friends. She didn’t have many anyway

Laurie successfully breaks into your dorm room for the first time, knowing that you should be occupied with an extracurricular for the next two hours at least. But he’s barely had time to bask in his victory, to bask in your space, he hears someone entering through the door behind him. He dives into your closet as you come in, back early for some curious reason. As he’s hiding, he notices something familiar next to him.

Is that his sweater?

He inspects it with a frown to his brows. It has the same rips in the cuffs for his thumbs. The same permanent marker smudge on the inner bicep from when he tried to roll up the sleeves with it in his hand. Laurie lost it months ago and... he puts his nose to it tentatively at first then breathes deeply. It smells like you. Not just from being in your closet. You’ve been wearing it. But he’s never seen you in it.

Was it your little secret? Did you put it on when you got home from class? Did you tuck your thumbs into the same holes he did? Did you tug at the loose string near the bottom on the left as well? He could tell it had unraveled a bit more than when he last saw it. Did you wear it to sleep? Had you touched yourself wearing it?

Almost in a daze, Laurie walked out of your closet, his eyes still on the sweater in his hands. You’d gasped and scrambled back onto your bed, but he just looked up at you, green eyes reflecting bewilderment. And dare he say… hope?

You looked from the sweater to his face several times before sighing, sitting forward at the edge of your bed.

“You know why I always sit in that spot in the library?” You started in a small voice. “In the reflection of the glass of the study rooms, I can see you. Two tables behind and one to the right of me. I watch you watch me. And I always made sure you saw me drinking the tea you left me.”

You reached over and lifted one of the two pillows near the headboard. And under it was leaves of paper, the scrawl recognizable as his own hand. “I read them to sleep sometimes. I can imagine you’re reciting them from right next to me.”

You lifted your gaze to his, dark and vulnerable. “I can never get you close enough.”

Laurie’s breath shudders out of him, the sweater falling from his limp grasp as he advances on you. All in one motion, his hands are cradling your face, his lips are devouring yours, he’s kneeing his way onto the bed towering over you and crowding you backwards. And you’re all too eager to make room for him.

#𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚝 ˗ˏˋ☕ˎˊ˗#yandere!laurie laurence x black!reader #yandere!laurie laurence x reader #darkcocoawrites ✍🏽#dark fic

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An Offshore Love - Part Four (Last Part)

Title: Till Forever Falls Apart

Summary: Your job at The Jupiter is coming to an end and your life becomes uncertain, for once, you’re unsure of the future.

A/N: This is the final part of An Offshore Love. I hope you’ve enjoyed this little mini series as I’ve had fun writing it! Feedback is much appreciated with a comment or reblog!

Warnings: First, this is 18+, minor DNI!! Warnings are included but not limited too: a bit more angst in this part; minor cursing; Lee being a bit of a prick; Ari Levinson (he’s a warning, okay!); mentions of broken bones; and I think that’s everything. I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read and your own media consumption. I do not claim to be a professional writer, any and all mistakes are my own; nothing is beta read.

Wordcount: 1,651

It didn’t take long for word to go around that you and Ari were a thing after you openly kissed him in the med bay. The next day, you found yourself in Bodecker’s office on a conference call with your boss, Carter Baizen and to say Lee was irate, was understatement. You couldn’t help but feel like a child who had been sent to the principal’s office. Lee’s nostrils flared as he sat in his plush office chair and glared at you from across the desk. You could hear the disappointment in Carter’s voice as he spoke.

“I understand your concern, but technically, Baizen Oil Industries doesn’t have a policy against dating.” Carter said after Lee had just given him an earful.

“Well, I still want her gone and off of my rig, she’s a distraction and her judgment has been clouded.” Lee barked back as he continued to glare at you.

“If I may, my judgment hasn’t been clouded and besides my one small infraction, I have been nothing but professional amongst these men here.” You said as you tried to defend yourself, Lee scoffed at your statement and rolled his eyes.

You did your best to remain neutral even though you would love nothing better than to slap this horrible man right now.

“I assure you, you have one of our best at The Jupiter right now and she has helped several rigs under Baizen Oil Industries get back into tip top shape. Surely, you’re not threatened by her being there, are you Mr. Bodecker?” Carter inquired as his voice came through the speaker phone.

You had to keep your mouth from dropping as you heard your boss practically defending you to Lee, and not just that, but calling Lee out on his bullshit. You could tell just by the look on Lee’s face that he was not pleased that Carter didn’t agree with him.

“Look, how about this, I’ll send in all of my notes and I’ll even let Mr. Bodecker look over them as well. If either of you see any kind of biased opinion or favoritism, you can scratch all of it and start all over again with a new person.” You tried to offer as a compromise, hoping it would help. “And I’ll even throw in my resignation if there’s any bias found.”

“I think that sounds fair, although I really don’t think a resignation is necessary.” Carter said after a brief moment of heavy silence.

“Fine.” Lee grumbled as he adjusted in his chair. “But don’t think for a second I’m gonna take it easy either. I’ll be going through everything with a fine-tooth comb, no cuttin’ corners.” Lee barked before he reached for a piece of candy from his candy jar and started to unwrap it.

“Then for now, this is settled, but I’ll make the final call.” Carter said in response and before anyone could say anything else, he hung up the call.

A thick, heavy silence filled Lee’s office as the two of you sat there and stared at each other. More like glaring at each other, but either way, you couldn’t wait to prove this man right and show him that there was no biased opinion in any of your notes.

“I want your notes as soon as possible.” Lee snapped as he popped the piece of candy into his mouth and started to suck on it. “You can go.”

You didn’t say anything to him as you got up and left his office. When you got to the hallway, you were greeted by an anxious Jake.

“God, what happened? We’ve been sacked, haven’t we?” Jake bombarded you with questions as he pushed himself off of the wall to greet you.

“Not exactly, at least, not yet.” You said as the two of you started walking towards the mess hall.

When you got to the mess hall, you and Jake got some food before finding a table to sit at. As you walked through the cafeteria, you could feel people staring at you and heard them starting to whisper. You did your best to ignore them, after all, you did nothing wrong. When you found a table, you explained the situation to Jake and the more you talked about it, the more it gave you a headache. You were honestly just ready for this to be over and done with. Once you were done explaining, you let out a heavy sigh and took a long drink of your tea.

“Suck a fuckin’ prick. There’s no way that they’ll find any sort of biased opinion or whatever bullshit that they’re going on about.” Jake shook his head with frustration. “Well, I’ll help in any way that I can.”

“Thanks Jake, I appreciate that.” You said with a small smile, you welcomed Jake’s support and you were glad that he was willing to help you.

After you turned in your notes to Bodecker and your boss, you didn’t realize that it was going to take days for them to decide. Sure, Lee had said that he was going to go through it with a fine-tooth comb, but you thought he was just being dramatic. Boy, were you wrong. During those days, your duties were put on hold, so you found other ways to keep busy; which mainly consisted of working out at the gym that the rig provided. Jake tried multiple times to persuade Lee during those days, but he struck out each time, which didn’t really surprise you. Lee was a stubborn and hard headed man. You couldn’t help but appreciate Jake’s efforts and how he had your back during this whole debacle. During the days that you waited for Lee and Carter to make up their minds, you found yourself missing Ari and a lot. Ari had been put on temporary leave because of his broken arm from the incident and was sent back home to recover. You wished that he was still here, he would probably be able to put your mind at ease through all of this.

A lot of times, you found yourself lost in thought about how everything turned, but honestly, you wouldn’t change a thing. Even if you lost your job, meeting Ari was worth it in your opinion and being his simply felt right to you. And even if things didn’t work out between the two of you, you wouldn’t change a damn thing. So, when you found yourself back in Lee’s office, you had your mind made up. Lee and Carter had been going back and forth for at least a good fifteen minutes, going over everything. Every time you tried to interject, they would either talk over you or completely dismiss you.The longer you sat there, the more frustrated you became and you couldn’t do it any more.

“I quit!” You exclaimed during a short pause between Lee and Carter.

“Excuse me?” Carter asked and you could hear the confusion in his voice.

Lee looked a bit stunned but that slowly turned into a pleased, smug look on his face.

“I quit. You can call for a boat, or a helicopter, or hell, I’ll swim back to shore, but I quit.” You repeat yourself, a bit fed up at this point.

“I’m sure that’s not necessary, but if you’re ready to leave The Jupiter, we can certainly arrange that for you.” Carter responded, you were unsure but it almost sounded like he was worried.

“Certainly, just tell me when you’re ready to leave and I’ll call for a boat.” Lee agreed, a smirk plastered on his face.

“Great.” You said before getting up and leaving Lee’s office.

Your journey home seemed a lot quicker than when you were trying to get to The Jupiter. You thought about how everything was about to change in your life and for once, it was all uncertain. Jake tried to offer you words of encouragement, but they didn’t really help. On the journey home, you thought about Ari a lot and how you were so glad that you had gotten to meet him. Not just to meet him, but you were glad that you were able to hold him in your arms as often as you were able to. Even if things didn’t work out between the two of you, you couldn’t help but be grateful for the time you had with him. During that brief moment, he was yours and you were his. You wouldn’t want to spend a minute loving anybody else.

Before you knew it, you were walking out of Baizen Oil Industries headquarters with a smile on your face and a weight lifted off of your shoulders. You stopped in your tracks though at the sight of a familiar face. It took a moment before your brain started to function again and you started to walk towards Ari, butterflies formed in your stomach with each step.

“I don’t - I mean, what are you doing here?” You asked, still in disbelief that he was here.

As he took a step forward, you noticed that his arm was still in a cast and sling. “I heard you quit.”

You looked up at Ari, so happy to see those ocean blue eyes once again. “You heard correctly.”

“Good, because so did I.” Ari said with a smirk.

“Well, good riddance then.” You replied, a sense of hope rising inside of you. “What now?”

“Only time will tell, Rogue.” Ari replied before he leaned down to kiss you.

You wrapped your arms around Ari’s neck as you kissed him back, you had missed the way his lips felt against yours. Sure, the future may be uncertain right now, but it seems that at least one thing was certain and that was Ari Levinson. With Ari by your side, you knew that you had each other and you swore to yourself that you’ll be his forever.

#𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚝 ˗ˏˋ☕ˎˊ˗#an offshore love mini series #mini series #last part #an offshore love #ari levinson mini series #roughneck!ari levinson x reader #ari levinson au #roughneck!ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson #ari levinson fandom #chris evans #chris evans characters #roughneck!ari levinson #ari levinson series #chris evans fandom

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Dancing in the Kitchen

summary: After the worst night imaginable, your best friend helps you when you need him most. What you don't realize is just how much you've always needed him. or: Tony Dumps you. Steve picks you up and puts you back together.

parings: protective!best friend!Steve Rogers x best friend!f!Reader

word count: 4.9k

warnings: fluff, angst, self-doubt and insecurity, verbally abusive relationship elements, insults + language/name calling, reader cusses and so does Steve bc he can, no smut!, wearing Steve's clothes (very little to no description about reader's body so do with that what you will), intense feelings, confessions, crying, anxiety, best friends to lovers, intimate touch, VERY SLIGHT possessiveness, protectiveness, not Tony Stark friendly, cap quartet mention

a/n: these characters are out of college! It's set in their early-mid 20s following graduating and I thought it'd be a little more relatable (also since I'm not in college anymore I wanted this specific fic concept to be more relatable. self-indulgence and stuff). the cap quartet rent a house together. there might be more shenanigans in the future involving them. maybe. who knows? enjoy <3

If I've missed any tags, please let me know!

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Everything was cold.

Everything was ruined.

Everything was a fucking nightmare.

Dark clouds shrouded the night sky, hiding helpful moonlight. Rain pelted at you from above, mixing with fresh tears, drenching you to the bone as cold water collected on your skin and soaked through your dress. Your hands morphed into balled fists at your sides as you shook with rage, heartbreak, and the innate need to punch something.

You couldn’t wrap your pounding head around the events of the night; everything blurred together after ten o’clock. It was like a cruel joke, one where you waited an eternity for the punchline, begging for it not to be real no matter how hard you screwed your eyes shut and prayed.

You didn’t want to believe it, yet there you were.

It sure as hell wasn’t the first time you found yourself standing at the backdoor of Steve Roger’s house on the cusp of a breakdown– and a breakup– warring with your own body to simply knock on the fucking door. Hell, Steve was already expecting you. He knew something was wrong the second you called; there wasn’t a warning text, just you, asking in a choked-up whisper if he was home. His response spilled out in a rushed ‘yes’ before you could explain further. A ‘no questions asked’ request, something not uncommon in your friendship. Steve, since day one, was one of your main sources of comfort within a thousand mile radius.

Now, he was your only source of comfort within a thousand mile radius.

Remnants of the phone call from Tony only minutes earlier echoed in your eardrums like a bad case of tinnitus. Annoying, repetitive. His hoarse, drunken slurry of vicious words clawed at the inside of your skull. Another fight. Another screaming match. Another forgotten birthday– this time, it included meeting your family. You’d planned it for months prior, making sure Tony knew not to forget it.

Your insides were twisting in knots as you waited at the restaurant awkwardly with your parents, brother, and an empty seat next to you. After an hour, eight failed calls and fifteen texts later, Tony finally picked up. Delight revived the few butterflies left in your stomach, only to be crushed, turning them into weighted dread as loud club music obliterated your ear drum as he shouted at you.

“You bitch!” he spat. “Why the ever-loving f-fuck are y’blowin’ up my phone for?!”

You didn’t have time to process what he was saying before he’d already reloaded and shot you with more.

“What the hell is sooooo important? Huh? Y-you stupid bitch! You fuckin’ knew I’m busy t’night!”

You tore the phone away. Even at arm’s length, you, and the rest of your family, could hear every single thing he spewed at you. A couple from the table next to yours stopped mid-bite to turn and throw rude looks at you and your family.

“Tony, please, I–”

“‘Tony please’– just shut up!” he mocked. “Just shut the fuck up! I don’t fuckin’ care what you gotta– what you have t’say! I can’t f–fuckin’ stand you anymore!”

Hurt and hunger morphed into churning waves of anxiety and embarrassment. Your throat was closing. Tears began stinging your eyes. You looked between your parents in shame, meeting their stunned looks filled with pity and disappointment. Your brother refused to look anywhere but the spot on his plate where he played with his food, sadness and second-hand embarrassment plaguing his face.

Yelling, jeering, and chanting echoed out of your phone. Tony didn’t stop.

“Y’know what? I’m not doin’ this anymore,” he slurred, gulping some unknown liquid down, swallowing, gagging. More cheering. “We– we’re fuckin’ done. You’re out. I’m done.”

The other line fumbled. You winced as you heard Tony wet his lips, preparing the final blow. His breathing became heavy, ragged, hard enough you could smell the liquor through the phone.

“Fuckin’ cunt.”

Click.

You loathed yourself for tolerating him; the endless cycle of poisoning you, providing the antidote, and taking it away when it seemed to get better. The whiplash from his unpredictable moods and personal attacks on you hurt as bad as it felt when he’d come around with endless apologies– accompanied by flowers, cuddles, and kisses– to heal each wound he was responsible for.

This time, though, the stab was fatal. This time, you bled out; it’d been akin to getting gutted and hung helplessly in front of your fucking family.

A sob snuck its way up your throat. You choked it down, willing your fist to reach up and knock on the door. You didn’t understand why this was next to impossible. Steve was your best friend. It wasn’t like he was a stranger. It wasn’t like he’d chastise you or yell at you or tell you to fuck off. Yet, there was a fear, deep down, feeding on the anxiety and self-doubt in the pit of your stomach, telling you the opposite; it whispered to you, telling you to run back to your car, scream into the steering wheel, and speed off to disappear from everything and everyone for just a little longer. It’d only be until you got your head on straight, until you figured out what to do with the apartment and your classes and your stuff and–

Knock. knock. knock.

In the blur of a million thoughts racing through your mind, you automatically reached up and weakly knocked, body tensing every muscle as you waited.

The door swung open, revealing one extremely concerned Steve Rogers.

Steve panted, a result from sprinting down the stairs from his upstairs bedroom in an attempt to open the back door by your first knock. Acutely aware of his jaw hanging from its hinges, Steve’s soft baby blues bore into you, scanning you up and down, stunned at you and your dress and how desperate you looked.

Time stopped the second you saw him; it was difficult to describe, but everything magnetizing between the two of you was different. You felt different– different in the way he was familiar and somehow new at the same time. Steve felt different– different in the way you were single for the first time in two years and he was single since… forever ago.

This time was unlike the million other times.

You both stared. Your lips quivered, his parted in disbelief. Both your minds instantly went blank, unable to think of anything to say, to do. So, the sky thought for you. It opened its floodgates, releasing a torrential downpour as you stood inches from warmth, from comfort.

“Steve,” you croaked, reaching for him.

It was then, everything came crashing down.

You crumbled to the ground in a heap, knees buckling while your hand and arms braced for impact with the ground. Steve quickly abandoned his tight grip on the doorframe, catching you, helping you inside. Lungs gasped for air as heavy sobs poured from your chest and tears flowed steadily down your face. You pawed at Steve’s arm hooked around you as he stumbled back into the house, kicking the door closed and collapsing onto the kitchen floor with you in tow. He immediately pulled you closer and hugged you tightly against his chest. You heaved, crying out from the painful pit in your heart, digging your fingers into his flesh, hard enough to bruise. You buried your face into his t-shirt and bawled.

All of it– the rage, the hurt, the mess of balled-up emotions from the last two fucking years– came unraveled. Hands twisted into Steve’s t-shirt, balling the fabric and pulling it taut enough to rip.

Steve didn’t shout. He didn’t complain. He didn’t utter a single word as he leaned against the kitchen cabinets, rocking you gently, squeezing you harder as his chest rose and fell rhythmically against your pounding skull, silently coaxing you to follow his breathing. Blubbering in his lap, stringing words together became futile as thoughts became unrecognizable. Another wave of panic and anxiety crashed over you. Steve’s mumbled shushes softened you; the deep timbre and honeyed bass of his voice and vibrations in his chest grounded you, welcoming you to safety. To home.

“Shh… don’t worry, I got you. I have you. You’re okay,” he muttered, running a hand gently up and down your back.

“I–he–bu–” you fumbled, lip quivering as another sob overtook you. Rage clawed at the walls in the chasm of your chest. You screamed. Guttural, pained. Again. And again.

“Shh… it’s okay, let it out. You’re okay. You’re safe here,” he soothed, rocking you, adding in a lowered octave, “I’m here.”

“T–Tony,” you hiccuped, fists twisting more of Steve’s t-shirt. “He–he–”

“What, angel? What about Tony?”

“He–he c–called me n–names a–and,” you shook your head violently, “he b-broke up with me. For real, this time.”

Steve cupped your cheek, softly wiping away fresh tears with calloused fingertips. While you continued to cry in his arms, his focus turned to the back door you tumbled through. Inside, he seethed; his rage nearly boiled over at the thought of anyone doing this to you, let alone Tony fucking Stark. Out of all the things you’d told him over the last couple years– all the threats, the cruel jokes and abandonment and insults– tonight was the ultimate cherry on top. It validated every time Tony’s actions made Steve think vengeful thoughts on what he’d do if he ever got five minutes with the douchebag. Just five minutes. Alone.

He shook the thought away, looking back down to you. The last thing he wanted was for you to see him upset, let alone remotely think you were the cause of it. He’d promised himself that the first time you met.

Tony was going to fucking pay for what he’d done to you every single second for the last two years. And on your birthday, for chrissake.

“What–” Steve swallowed the excess rage in his chest. “What kind of names, sweetie?”

You softened, sniffling, refusing to look at him. “He called me a b–bitch, a–and,” you bit your tongue, “a… cunt.”

The moment the word left your lips, Steve fought every last nerve in him not to put you to bed, get in his car, and go teach Tony a lesson on some fucking manners. Hell, even the idea of taking Bucky and Sam crossed his mind.

He pushed the thought away, focusing back on you. You needed him. You came to him for help. No one else but him.

Steve slid his hand off your back and placed it under your chin, thumb and forefinger gently coaxing you to look at him. Big blue eyes swam with concern and worry. In the dark of the kitchen, they seemed brighter than ever– a beacon guiding you back from the hurricane in your head.

In an instant, everything in your head went quiet. No more muffled echoes from the phone call. No more sobs readying to burst out your chest. No more caring about how swollen and puffy your eyes were, or the drying combination of mascara and tear stains running down your cheeks and neck. Your sopping wet dress that drenched the floor, and Steve, was pushed to the back of your brain, the cold no longer leaking into your bones as he brought you back down from the ledge.

All you saw was Steve. All you smelled, all you could feel, was Steve.

Steve swallowed. His jaw slacked, tongue jutting out to wet his lips, slowly drinking you in for as long as he was able.

And honestly? You couldn’t care enough to stop him. It’d been so long since someone looked at you the way Steve did.

Had he always looked at you like that?

“Listen to me. You are none of those things. Not even close,” he whispered, hoping you believed him.

You nodded lightly. “I–I know, but it hurts,” your voice cracked again, eyes drifting away from him.

“Hey, look at me,” he tugged at your chin, “you will never be anything like he says you are. Ever. Okay?”

You stared at him. A small smile pulled at the corners of your lips as you placed a hand on his, taking it from your chin to your chest. Warmth bloomed as it rested against your damp skin.

“‘Kay.” Barely a whisper. Enough for only him to hear.

He paused, gaze holding steady on you, lips twitching at the corners.

“Let’s get you up ‘n out of that thing, yeah?” He nodded to your dress. “You gotta be freezing.”

Gently, he lifted you off his lap, rising from the kitchen floor and pulling you up on your feet. Your legs felt like a wobbly blend of jelly and nerves that forced you to lean onto Steve for support. He anticipated this, catching you and gripping your shoulders. You didn’t say a word. Instead, you clung to him as he guided you through the living room and up the stairs to his bedroom. You passed by Sam and Bucky’s rooms, both empty for the night, just like Natasha’s downstairs.

As Steve rifled through his drawers and closet, your focus wandered to his messy desk: the lamp cast a soft, warm glow across the room, sitting next to history books and sketchbooks stacked high on top of one another; pencils and dirtied paint brushes littered the surface, products of his latest art assignment. His bed was half-made, dark green covers on one side neatly tucked in while the opposite was thrown aside, exposing gray pinstripe sheets. The walls were covered with scattered art– some his, others his favorite artists’– posters and pictures of family, friends, and some local bands. You bit back a smile. Memories of the shows you both went to over the last few years played like a highlight reel in your mind. You never regretted it; you never passed up a single invite, even after the time Tony locked you out for a whole weekend.

“Here, these are clean,” he handed you a neatly folded pile of his clothes before adding, “I promise.”

A fuller smile broke across your face. The first of the entire night.

“Uh huh, sure, I believe you,” you joked sarcastically. He feigned hurt, scoffing at your false accusation.

“I did the sniff test, if that makes you feel any better.”

You giggled, taking the clothes from him and turning to head to the bathroom.

“I’ll be down in the kitchen,” he called after you. “You, um, you want something to drink?”

You paused, turning to look at him from the bathroom doorway halfway down the hall. From where he stood, the saturated pink creeping up his neck and reaching his face was more visible than the light on his desk. You couldn’t help but hold in a snicker and flash him a relieved smile, thankful.

“Coffee would be a godsend, right now.”

Steve smiled, saluting you. “Coming right up.”

You headed into the bathroom, tossing the clothes onto the counter, slumping against the door the second you shut and locked it. Finally relaxing, you realized how much tension was pent up in your tired shoulders– which, in turn, prompted the realization you were holding your breath the entire time in Steve’s room.

Brushing the self-induced lightheadedness, you slipped the ruined dress off your body and hung it up on the shower rod. You hated the color, the texture, but wore it anyway. For Tony. On your birthday.

You cursed yourself, pulling your bra off next– a pushup that held your rib cage hostage the entire night. Just how Tony likes it.

Or, liked it.

You silently prayed Steve included some Bailey’s in your coffee.

Pulling on Steve’s sweatshirt, the scent of him enveloped you instantly. You couldn’t help but nuzzle into the neck of it, filling your lungs with the familiarity of Steve. He was a quiet, sunny Sunday morning and freshly brewed coffee. He was a nice night in watching your favorite movies and playing cards.

Your head was swimming, swirling, caught up in the entirety of your best friend. He was yours just as much as you were his. Through Tony, through other guys you’d subjected yourself to the last few years, none of them compared to Steve.

You tugged the sweatpants on, catching sight of yourself in the mirror and realizing the runny makeup staining your face. You snorted at how fucking ridiculous you looked, remembering the caked-on layers you’d put on for the evening. Again, just for Tony. The snort turned into a giggle, utterly grateful for Steve not making fun of how you looked and for ignoring the mascara stains on his poor t-shirt from earlier.

But, again, it was Steve. He’d never make fun of you. Ever.

Butterflies– the ones you’d thought were long gone months prior– stuttered suddenly, alive and fluttering in your stomach.

You instantly recognized the feeling: it was the same you had the day you met Steve.

The same feeling you’d get on roller coasters, or reading an exceptionally good romance novel. Giddiness, dizziness. It was as if you were spinning while the room stood still. Your head felt light, high on helium. Your skin burned. Meeting your own gaze in the mirror, you scanned yourself, the question ‘is this happening right now?’ running on a loop at the forefront of your mind.

Bzzt.

You jumped at the buzz of a text. With the trance broken, you took into account your shaking hands and the bumping tempo of your heart. Turning on the sink, you made sure the water was as cold as possible before cupping some in your hands and splashing your face. Refreshing. Needed. You rubbed the rest of the runny wakeup off your skin, stuffing your face into the fluffy hand towel and silently promising to get the boys a new one. Picking up your phone, teeth chewed on cheek to hold in your smile at the sight of Steve’s name on the screen.

⍟ Steve: You doing OK? Coffees ready

You looked at yourself in the mirror.

“You got this,” you told your reflection. “He’s only your best friend.”

The butterflies continued to multiply, bumping against one another, fluttering and escaping out into your chest and your limbs.

“Fuck.”

You opened the door.

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“I was beginning to think you climbed out the window up there,” Steve quipped upon seeing you round the corner into the kitchen. He couldn’t help the stupid grin spreading across his face when he saw you in his clothes. You looked more relaxed, more comfortable.

More like you.

You noticed he changed, too, donning a heather-gray t-shirt that clung to his torso in all the right ways– ways you hadn’t noticed before.

You mentally scolded yourself.

“A–Almost. But I’d never pass up a cup of world-famous Rogers Roast.”

“Wow, world-famous? I would’ve preferred universally-renowned, but I’ll take it.” He held a mug out to you, one faded with a ‘I ❤ New York’ logo– the one you’d gotten for him during your senior-year college internship. “Made it just how you like it.”

He paused as you took a sip. You could feel his eyes on you, watching you, biting his lip in anticipation as you drank. The coffee tasted like liquid gold, warm and comforting and all-around delicious. You didn’t care if you burnt your tongue. This was what you needed.

He was what you needed.

Was he?

You looked back up at Steve. His cheeks flushed as he pressed his lips together, entranced with the mug in your hands, eyes ever-so-slightly flitting from it to your lips and back again.

“Thank you, Stevie.”

“You’re welcome, angel.”

You pinched yourself, then took another sip.

Silence fell, comfortable and calm, as you both nursed your drinks, checking your phones and letting time pass. You didn’t care to check the clock.

Steve cleared his throat and set his phone down.

“So, um,” he began. “What else did you have planned for your birthday?”

His voice was low, tender, careful with the question so as not to upset you. He was curious, however, and determined to see exactly how much Tony fucked up your night.

And your life.

“Oh,” you swallowed, chewing your lip in an attempt to remember what you’d originally planned.

“He was, ah, gonna take me dancing. After dinner, after he,” you took an unsteady breath, “after he met my family. It was the one thing he told me he'd let me do after dinner.” You shook your head, adding under your breath, “besides him.”

Tension seeped into the space between you both. You didn’t want to meet Steve’s stare; it was the one you’d always see whenever you told him about Tony, one filled with anger so palpable it made his arms flex subconsciously, one he thought he hid well enough so you never saw, but you always did. Without looking up, you already knew his jaw was clenched and his shoulders were stiff and his eyes bored a hole into the wall behind you. Butterflies started to somersault, crashing into the waves of worry and anxiety.

“Why?”

You looked up. Blue eyes. Stormy, swirling, stubborn.

“What?”

“Why did you stay with him?” Steve asked steadily, voice barely above a whisper. His Adam’s apple bobbed.

You paused. “Because he wouldn’t let me leave.”

“I could’ve helped you. We could’ve helped you,” he gestured vaguely to the rest of the house.

Your teeth tore into your bottom lip. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

“I–” Steve sighed and carded a hand through his dirty blond hair, frustrated, trying to keep his promise while also appealing to you and balancing the fragile tightrope you two stood on. “I care about you, angel. I care about you so fuckin’ much. I just wanna know why. Why he was– why you were–”

“I–” Don’t fucking cry. “I was trapped. Every time I tried to leave, he’d tie me down more. It… it wasn’t as easy as you fucking think, Steve. Rose-colored glasses, wool over my eyes, wolf in sheep's clothing, that sorta thing, ya know? These last couple years, I… I don’t know why tonight was it, and I don’t know how I was able to get out, and I just… I don’t fucking know. I don’t. I–”

You felt tears again.

“I– Angel, I wasn’t trying to–”

“No, I know,” you cut him off, setting down your mug to rub your face in your hands. “I know. But I need you to understand that I– God, my fucking brain feels so scrambled. I just feel so confused, I feel like I’m going insane right now. Fuck!”

You tried to calm down, taking deep breaths to feed your strained lungs, holding on to each before exhaling. In, hold, out, repeat.

The room was spinning again, whirling around like a sick carnival ride as your center of gravity began to give.

As you braced the counter, strong hands and warm, muscular arms engulfed you, lifting you back from the countertop and guiding you into the middle of the kitchen. Steve pressed into you until you relented, reaching your arms around him and pulling him closer. The tension in your shoulders melted, migrating to your chest where your heart surged the moment he touched you, where it pounded against your sternum, threatening to break out of its marrow cage. You inhaled him, savoring him, feeling him all around you.

Slowly, delicately, Steve unwrapped from you. He was careful with every touch, as if he would shatter you– even though he had no problem with putting you back together again. He’d done it a million times before, and he’d do it a million times again.

He’d do it all again for you.

Steve carefully slid your hands from around his center, placing one onto his shoulder, then– nervously and ever-so-slowly– he held your other hand out, sliding down your forearm and entwining his fingers into yours. His free hand fell softly onto your waist, fingers absently and lightly kneading the fabric and skin underneath his palm.

“May I have this dance?” he whispered.

You looked up from the floor to Steve, speechless. You nodded.

Then, he started to sway. He guided you both, rocking side to side to an unheard rhythm and subtly spinning in unison under the soft glow of the kitchen light.

He smiled softly, boyish and genuine, with admiration and tenderness in his eyes. Something gentle and kind, something about the feeling and the familiarity of it– of him– sank into you the longer you looked at him. Your focus shifted around the features of his chiseled face. You recognized the light freckles stippled across his nose and cheeks leftover from the summer; the scar on his earlobe from the night Natasha drunkenly dared you to pierce his ear and failed; the faint worry lines sculpted into his forehead he inherited from his father; the soft, full pink of his lips that innocently parted when you caught him staring at you.

It was the feeling that felt foreign to you; the one missing from your life after the last two years. But, it wasn’t missing. It had been right in front of you the entire time stealing glances, accidental touches, and irreplaceable memories.

Steve had been there.

Steve had been the one looking at you like that for the last two years.

He wasn’t missing. He was just waiting his turn.

And, judging by the realization that washed over your face, his waiting was over.

Steve's smile widened as he squeezed your waist, wordlessly confirming the thoughts running rampant in your head. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed the ghost of a cry, blinking away tears forming in the corners of his vision.

Your lips trembled as you smiled back. Slowly, you snaked your hand from his shoulder to his cheek and cupped his face. He leaned into your touch instantly, stubble and skin rubbed against your palm as he kissed it lightly. The press of his lips sent a spark coursing through your veins, electrifying your body and the air around you. The two of you continued to sway while the kitchen spun faster, a blurred whirlwind while you both remained in focus.

“When?” you asked, voice barely audible.

“Since the day I met you.”

“Why didn’t you–”

Steve shrugged. “I wanted to get to know you first. Didn’t wanna be some random dude who just wanted you for your number. You seemed too special to rush into something. Still are,” he sighed. “I wanted to be your friend first, but before I could muster up some courage, Tony swept you out from under me.”

Guilt crawled up your throat. “I– I’m sorry, Stevie.”

He stepped away from you, twirling you, then dragged you back to him. You could’ve sworn your heart stopped beating.

“No, baby, you don’t have anything to be sorry for. I promise. I–” his voice broke. “I wanted you to be happy. I want you to be happy. I just– I wish I did more for you. I should’ve done more for you.”

He tilted his head to the ceiling trying to stop his tears from falling, but you pulled him right back down to you.

“Steve,” you started, keeping on his baby blues while your own voice struggled to remain steady, “you’ve done more for me than anyone else in the entire world. Hell, in my entire life. I just lost the last two years of my life suffering with someone I thought I loved. Who I thought loved me.”

You brought your other hand to his face. “You did all you could. I just… I thought it was gonna get better, you know? I thought, I hoped– God, I even fucking prayed– that he’d get better, but he didn’t. Nothing did. And I couldn’t find a way out. It’s like he conditioned me to believe he was the only one I had, like, he was the only one who’d ever save me.”

Steve frowned, but nodded in understanding.

“I’m glad you came to me. Not just tonight, but every night. It was like reassuring me that I didn’t totally lose you, or like I never totally lost you.”

“You’ll never lose me, Stevie.”

His face, red-hot underneath your touch, moved closer to yours. You couldn’t tell if you were pulling or he was pushing. His hands gripped your waist the tighter you held his face, the two of you crashing into one another in slow-motion. The light above you grew brighter, the humming of the appliances was getting louder, the room spun at an infinitely unfathomable speed.

You crashed together.

Soft lips– softer than either of you could’ve ever pictured feeling– fit together like the perfect puzzle pieces. Neither of you moved, staying locked together until your hands slipped around his neck, pulling him closer and smashing his nose into your cheek. His grip became bruising as his fingers kneaded into your waist, steadying himself with your hips. You felt another surge of electricity as his tongue jutted out, parting your lips and swiping along the bottom before retreating back behind his.

He tipped you backwards on your heel, smirking against your lips as you flinched and grabbed onto the collar of his shirt.

Setting you upright, he pulled away from the kiss and whispered, “I’ll never let you go.”

“Never?”

“Ever.”

You kissed him again, and the butterflies went wild.

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Ruby will you...?

Summary: Neville asks his students to help him tell Ruby something.

Warnings: FLUFFY!!!

Words: 1,065

"gingersnaps." Neville said to the fat lady portrait, and he crawled through the portrait hole.

He could hear chattering and noise in the background of kids just hanging out.

When he got into the Gryffindor common room he cleared his throat.

"I need you lot's help, all of you. So go wake up your mates even the first years." He instructed.

"I'll wait." He says sitting down at a table with one of his students.

"what do you need the entire house of Gryffindor for Professor?" they asked.

"It's a surprise, lad. I cant tell ya just yet." Soon all the students from the dorms came down the stairs and sat on the various couches or popped a squat on the floor.

Neville smiled and greeted them all. "Everyone knows me & Ms Morgan have been together for a while right?" he announced.

a corral of yea and nods. He smiled his way through his entire next sentence.

"I want to marry her…and I want you all to be apart of when i ask her." There were gasps, awees from the girls and claps from the boys. Neville chuckled.

The prefects of Gryffindor walked up to Neville in their pjs.

"What did you have in mind professor?"

"yeah! We'll help!"

"me too!"

"us too!"

Neville smiled at the room full of students. He felt warmth in his heart that his kids wanted to help him ask a very important question to Ruby.

"does Prof. McGonagall know about this?" someone asked.

"yea, she does the other teachers are going to help as well. But you first years have to keep it a secret." the nodded their heads and Neville and his students came up with a plan that night.

Ruby was suspicious every student in Hogwarts every time she walked by greeted her. Even some of the grumpy Slytherins. Her classes all through the day were filled with the girls smiling at her from behind their books and un likely duos talking to each other. When she asked what was up. They all simply said nothing and returned to their work. Ruby shrugged her shoulders and chalked it up to kids just being kids.

Neville was talking to McGonagall in the corridor. "Are ya nervous Longbottom?"

"just a little."

"good."

Neville looked at her perplexed.

"I was married once Longbottom and when my late husband proposed to me he was a nervous wreck, but you and Miss Morgan. You'll be alright." McGonagall squeezed Neville's arm like a mother would. Neville hugged his friend suddenly. she gasped but hugged him back.

"Thank you professor. For everything, I know i probably gave you a couple grey hairs over the years, but you always believed in me even when i didn't myself."

McGonagall grinned at him and squeezed him before letting him go.

"It'll be an honor to be apart of your moment, Longbottom."

Neville smiled back at her.

"Potter gave me more grays than you did."

Neville snickered.

Ruby had went to go pick up her tea order from Steeps. Which gave Neville and the whole school the chance to get ready for his big surprise. He changed into Ruby's favorite button up shirt he had and over it a vest and his brown pants. He reached into his pocket for the velvet black box. In it was a silver ring with a firefly resting on a flower. He grinned to himself. And put the ring back in his pocket. And stood in front of the giant trellis of plants and flowers.

All the students were lined up next to the pillars of the castle in the back garden of the greenhouse. Some held glass jars with glow flies in them others held their wands. They were all patiently whispering amongst themselves waiting for their que.

Kevin Bennett one of Ruby's students was waiting for her at the entrance to Hogwarts. He was bouncing on his feet. He could see Ruby coming up the walk way. He turned around and casted a spell to his sister at the archway to the gardens. and she passed it onto everyone there. Everyone took out there wands and whispers of 'lumos' filled the garden.

McGonagall went to go have a small chat to her as she guided Ruby to the gardens.

"What's going on…is Kevin in trouble again?" She asked concerned.

"I'm fine Ms. Morgan." Kevin said.

Ruby's hand went to her mouth when she walked into the field. There was a bright glow from all the students wands and glow flies flying all around the illuminated light that the wands made. The flies flew around like a giant snow globe but in the spring time.

Ruby gasped, as she walked into the middle of the field grinning at all the glow flies. It was a beautiful sight to see. She turned around and saw Neville smiling at her.

Ruby mouthed his name as he stepped up to her. Neville could feel his heart beating in his ears, his cheeks heated up and he took a deep breath.

"Ma fleur, mon amour, ma lumiere, ma douce Ruby." He spoke to her.

"I love you with everything in me, will you be mine as long as I breathe?" Then Neville got down on one knee and presented the box to Ruby. Her eyes started to water and she nodded gasped out a "Yes!"

All the students and staff cheered and screamed in glee as Neville put the ring on Ruby's finger and kissed her briefly. Ruby and Neville hugged each other.

"How long did it take you to plan this?" Ruby asked.

"We've been practicing for a month!" A girl shouted.

"It was so fun, Prof. Morgan!"

"even collecting the flies was!" Some of the students responded. Ruby looked at Neville and could not stop smiling.

"Watch this!" a student spoke then whispers of 'nox' went around and all the glow flies flew out of the garden towards another light source. There were ooohs all around as the students watched the swarm of them fly off.

Ruby hugged Neville again then shouted. "100 POINTS FOR GRYFFINDOR!!" The students cheered and Neville, Ruby and a couple of the other teachers laughed.

#𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚝 ˗ˏˋ☕ˎˊ˗#Neville Longbottom x OC #Neville Longbottom x black oc #Neville Longbottom #Harry Potter fanfiction

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Meeting the Longbottom's

Summary: Ruby meets Neville's family. Her & his Gran really hit it off his extended family on the other hand, have issues. Neville gets Furious, and they visit St. Mungo's.

Warnings: angst and comfort swinging back and forth

Words: 1,203

Neville came to a complete stop at a plain looking cream door that adorned the quaint looking Tudor home in a town in London. He took a deep breath. And knocked on the door.

He could hear the footsteps of his Gran come closer to the door. She opened it and he smiled.

"Hi Gran!"

"Your just in time." His Gran stepped aside to let Neville in. But turned back around when he didn't follow.

"Gran, I want you to meet someone, before we…" His Gran's expression turned to curiosity, surprise, then suspicious. All in a couple seconds.

Neville reached out his hand and Ruby grabbed his. His hands were sweaty, and a bit clammy. Ruby squeezed his hand a couple times.

"Hi, I'm Ruby Morgan it's nice to meet you!" Ruby greeted.

Neville's Gran looked between her grandson, Ruby and their hands together. Then she smiled.

"Oh! My Godric! It's nice to meet you! Come in, come in!"

"I'm Augusta Longbottom. It's lovely to finally meet one of Neville's girlfriends!"

Ruby looked at Neville curiously.

"Neville's told me about you over the years, it's nice to finally meet you." Ruby says cordially.

"Did he now?"

Ruby nodded. "Nice to know he told you about his family."

His gran served them tea as they chatted a bit more about how she met Neville and her background, career and family. The usual stuff old witches wanted to hear.

"Wait did you say your name was Ruby Morgan?" Ruby nodded.

"…Morgan's Marvelous self cleaning supplies?!" Augusta spoke excitedly.

Ruby grinned. "That's my grandmother's invention and yes."

Neville's gran rambled on and on about how many of her family's self cleaning brooms she's had over the years, She was a fan for sure. She still used them even though she had no children to look after anymore to make messes. Then his gran looked at the clock on the wall.

"Well, we've got to get along and meet the rest of the family. Come you two." Augusta gestured to the fireplace. Neville and Ruby went in and Augusta grabbed a handful of green powder and screamed the address and away they were in a poof of smoke.

Neville was shuffling on his feet as they walked out of the fireplace to a clamor of voices, smell of food and a stuffy atmosphere. His shoulders tensed. Ruby looked at him. Rubbing his shoulders. she mouthed to him.

"are you ok?"

He nodded back. Ruby kissed his hand and rubbed it with her own. his shoulders sunk back down. then Neville heard his uncle call his name and pulled him into a hug and patted his back a bit too hard. Neville introduced Ruby to everyone and they all told her there names and greetings. Ruby asked where the loo was and was instructed where to go. Leaving Neville and his Gran to chat with their relatives.

"Morgan…Morgan that name rings a bell. Ah! Her family makes thoes inventions, Self healing something…"

"It's a waste of magic honestly." his Uncle told. Just as Neville walked into the doorway nostrils flaring and glaring down his uncle a hostile look on his face.

"Just as I was a waste of magic, huh?"

"Neville thats not-"

"No." He deadpanned. His uncle stands stiff. Neville sees his Gran from across the room she's got an sullen look on her face.

"You can insult me, you can call me every damn thing in the book. But you WILL ABSOLUTELY NOT INSULT THE WOMAN I LOVE!" Neville fists were clenched at his sides.

His uncle laughed in his face. It made him angrier. Neville stepped towards him but stopped when he felt soft, warm nimble, smoothe hands hold onto his arm.

"Neville." Ruby calmly spoke. He stopped immediately. His Uncle flinched backing away from him slowly out of the room.

Augusta screamed at her relative. Away from the very tense situation.

Ruby pulled Neville into one of the spare rooms. She put a silent charm on the door.

She didn't say anything but wrapped her hands around his waist and rub circles into his sweater. Neville was still fuming but he wrapped his hands around her back. And focused on the soothing sensations of Ruby's hands.

They stood there for a good twenty minutes. Till Neville caressed his fingers against Ruby's neck and lifted her brown face to his.

"Your ok shushhhh….your ok." Ruby cooed.

"We can go & it can be just you me & Gran. But if Uncle says anything else I will hit him." Neville deadpanned.

"He's not worth it." Ruby told.

"But you are worth it." Neville spoke softly.

Ruby grinned. "There's that bravery that I love, but Nev no."

"I won't for you." Neville grinned softly.

"Je t'aime." Neville whispered to Ruby.

She did not expect to hear that. So she kissed Nev softly. Melting away the rest of his anger.

"Je t'aime aussi, Nev." Ruby told him.

"Learning French I see." Ruby commented.

"Yea, it's a beautiful language & I have a beautiful partner to learn from."

There was a soft knock on the door. Ruby opened it. To his Gran.

"Im sorry, he's like that, we're going to go."

"There's two people we visit every year, they live at St.Mungos." Augusta explained. Signing the visitor paper.

Ruby slipped her hand into Neville's his hands were clammy. He squeezed her hands back.

Ruby nodded. She knew who they were. Neville told her on the anniversary of the battle of Hogwarts. She put a annual flower charm on the memorial for the fallen. The flowers changed depending on the season.

Nev kissed the back of her hand. And walked her to them.

"This is my mum…and that's my Dad."

Ruby grinned at them. His mum took out of her pocket candy wrappers and handed them to Neville and Ruby.

Neville smiled. Ruby rubbed his arm soothingly.

When they returned back to his Grandma's She told them goodnight and went to bed. Neville came down the stairs to Ruby fiddling with the candy wrappers from his coat pocket.

There were a lot of them from every visit since was he was a boy. Ruby was folding the wrappers together. Weaving something together. Neville glanced closer and his eyes watered at what she was making.

Ruby looked back at him sincerely.

"A couple of them disintegrated, but I saved what was left. " Ruby held out her hand and presented a heart made out of candy wrappers.

Neville felt the tears slide down his face. She gave him the best present ever. A gift from his mum. Neville embraced Ruby tightly. Crying into her shoulder. Both of their hearts swelled for eachother in that moment. Neville felt an overwhelming amount of love In that moment he knew; Ruby Morgan was the one. She healed him from the outside all the way to his soft loving soul.

Neville kissed Ruby softly. Then leaned his head against hers. "Happy Christmas Nev."

His eyes smiled at her then his face followed suit.

#𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚝 ˗ˏˋ☕ˎˊ˗#Neville Longbottom x black oc #Neville Longbottom #Neville Longbottom x OC #Harry Potter fanfiction

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time will be frozen for us

Summary: kicked out of his apartment, Peter starts staying with a friend

Pairing: soft!dark!Peter Parker x black!reader

Warnings: kinda somno?

A/n: this was originally for a writing challenge that @/darkficsyouneveraskedfor had last year but honestly I’m so late idek what it was for 😭😭 but well it’s finished!! Minors, ageless and blank blogs, and serial-likers DNI

At the end of it all, Peter still had you.

You were a saint really. When Peter did that really cute thing he did sometimes and forgot to pay his rent, his landlord did this cute new thing and instead of telling him to give it to him by the end of the week (which he had graciously done the last four times), Peter had by then to get his shit and get out.

Which… fair. But fuck.

That was where you came in, lending him an air mattress and time in your tiny apartment until he really got his legs under him.

At first, he was looking for a job. Then he decided this was pretty cozy. Especially when the temperature dropped and his lack of thermoregulation came in handy for once. You invited him to your bed. For totally platonic friend co-sleeping.

Unfortunately for him, it really was totally platonic friend co-sleeping. But that was okay. You were already doing so much for him. And Peter could be quiet. When he touched himself, arm’s length away surrounded by your scent and warmth, he panted controlled breaths muffled in his pillow. The powers hadn’t given him night vision sadly, but the himalayan salt lamp glowed softly over the outline of your back. He traced your figure with his eyes, traced it with his hands and mouth in his mind’s eye.

“How’s the job search coming?”

Peter froze, blinking as he realized where he was when his mind slipped. Across the breakfast table from you. He forced a smile that was closer to a wince. “I’m trying to stay optimistic.”

“It’s okay, buddy. You can stay as long as you need to.”

Which he was delighted to hear, really. Peter hadn’t looked for a job in over a week, honestly. He’s been loving the domesticity of it all. Puttering around your apartment while you were away for work. He’d straighten up a bit, do the dishes, take out the trash. He’d even been watching Food Network and was trying his hand at some basic recipes, proud of his tentative success.

Maybe this was where he was supposed to be.

🏠

Bleary-eyed, you blinked a few sluggish times as the dimly lit room came more into focus. And immediately you realized what woke you.

Peter was spooning you– nothing new, he did it most nights and you came to appreciate the additional warmth. Much more novel was the fact that he was grinding against your ass, quiet pathetic noises escaping his throat every so often. How awkward. How were you going to get him to stop acting out his sex dream on you without waking him up?

You reached up to slide your pillow over further, but a stray glimmer on your hand caught your eye. You blinked at it, confused. You definitely would have remembered going to sleep with an unfamiliar ring on your finger.

“It was my Aunt May’s.” A gasp lodged in your throat as Peter spoke behind you, his voice devoid of the rasp of sleep. He was awake. He’d been awake. “She told me to give it to someone special.”

“Peter, what the–?!” You struggled in his grasp but he held fast, his arms like steel restraints. He whined into your neck, his thrusts against your ass speeding up.

“It’s so hard,” he mumbled, ignoring you. “Y/n Parker sounds good but Peter L/n sounds even better. I don’t know which one to choose.”

#𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚝 ˗ˏˋ☕ˎˊ˗#soft!dark!peter parker x reader #soft!dark!peter parker x black!reader #soft!dark!peter parker #dark fic

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An Offshore Love - Part Three

Title: Rough Seas

Summary: An incident happens on The Jupiter, putting everything on hold.

Warnings: First, this is 18+, minors DNI! In this part warnings may include but not limited to: minor cursing; implied smut & groping; mentions of bad weather; mention of small explosions & fire; mentions of character injury; Ari Levinson (he’s a warning okay?); and I believe that’s it. I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read and what you consume on the internet. I do not claim to be a professional writer, any and all mistakes are my own; nothing is beta read.

Wordcount: 2,183

Five weeks flew by for you and Jake while being on the Jupiter. Through that time period, you got a good feeling on what you would like to change and see happen on the rig. Also during that time, you and Ari found any chance you could to be together, there were a lot of late nights. However, at the start of your sixth week, you woke up with a not so great feeling and you couldn’t shake it. The weather had been awful the last couple of days and the waves were unforgiving. Any training was put on hold and the men who worked on the lines that were located on the ocean floor weren’t permitted to dive and be in the water. As you climbed out of bed, you could already hear the wind howling and it caused a shiver to crawl down your spine. You yawned as you tiredly stumbled around the room and you did your best to be as quiet as possible as you got ready. However, a knock at the bedroom door spoiled that for you and Jake jolted awake.

“I’m up, I’m up.” Jake said, still half asleep.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little bit before you answered the door. Before you could say anything though, the crew member simply handed you an envelope and then walked away. You opened up the envelope and as you read it, you couldn’t help but feel a bit relieved as Mr. Bodecker had canceled all the meetings for today. Your thoughts immediately went to Ari and how you wanted to spend your day but you were more than likely sure that he still had to tend to his duties. You practically jumped out of your skin when Jake spoke from behind you, you hadn’t heard him get up.

“What is it?” Jake asked with a yawn, thankfully not noticing you jump.

“All meetings are canceled.” You answered as you walked back into the room to finish getting ready.

A short while later, you and Jake had entered the cafeteria and the first thing you noticed was just how terrible the weather was raging outside through the giant window. You could hear just how hard the rain was coming down outside and you were thankful that you didn’t have to be out in it. From this point, you couldn’t see any waves but you could imagine just how fierce the waves were as they beat up against the sturdy, concrete leg. Another cold chill crawled down your spine and goosebumps formed all over your body as you continued to stare out the window, it was as if the weather was hypnotizing you.

“Kind of incredible isn’t it, Rogue?” Ari whispered into your ear from behind you.

“Very.” Is all you could manage to get out. Your main focus suddenly became the feeling of Ari’s warm breath that was now fanning over your ear and part of your neck, sending a different kind of tingle throughout your body. Thankfully, Jake wasn’t around and had already gotten in line for food, nobody needed to know or witness how this man made you weak.

“Meet me later?” Ari requested, his lips now brushing against your ear.

“Usual spot?” You inquired, it was crazy to you how you and Ari had a usual spot on this oil rig.

A small yelp escaped you as Ari slid his hand between your bodies and gave your ass a squeeze. “You know it, sweetheart.”

Oh how you couldn’t wait for later.

You were on your way to meet Ari when you passed by an office, you stopped to listen as the men inside talked about the upcoming weather.

“Geeze, it’s gonna be a rough week if this weather doesn’t subside.” One of the men said, groaning as he examined the monitors.

“Better let Bodecker know.” Another man said.

“Eh, let’s wait and see what happens. If it gets then we’ll tell him.” The first man said, brushing off the suggestion.

You groaned internally, this whole crew didn’t have a care about what happened to this oil rig, except for maybe a few.

A short while later though, any thought about the raging weather outside or anyone else on this rig disappeared as Ari took control over your mind, body, and hell, even your soul. You were in a state of euphoria and you felt like you were floating on the clouds. Your body had never felt such pleasure as Ari thrusted in and out of you. The room you and Ari occupied smelled of sex and sweat and to you, it was intoxicating. It was actually starting to become one of your favorite scents. You arched your back into Ari’s chest as Ari held onto you tightly, it was almost as if he didn’t want to let go or that he was afraid too. You didn’t mind though, you would gladly be his anchor.

As the two of you were starting to reach the final climax, Ari lifted his head up and the look in his eyes sent chills all over your body and it almost pushed you over the edge. Sure there was lust and passion in them, but there was also something else that was swirling in his ocean blue eyes that you couldn’t quite place your finger on. Ari continued to hold onto you tightly, bringing you as close as possible before he crashed his lips into yours and kissed you with so much passion. As he kissed you, his hips started to move again, hard and powerful as they snapped into you. You were so close and when Ari started to kiss and suckle on your neck, it didn’t take long for the coil to snap. His release followed not too longer after yours and the pair of you just laid there on the floor as you slowly started to come back to reality.

Your time together was cut short though as the rig started to shake from what sounded like an explosion. The two of you hopped up quickly as alarms started to go off. You glanced over at Ari and he was already half dressed and was already putting his shirt on. You hurriedly started to put your clothes back on as well, worry quickly filled your mind. You’ve never experienced anything like this before while on an oil rig.

“Ari, what’s going on?” You asked, panic laced your voice as you buttoned up your shirt.

“I think that’s the fire alarm, but I’m gonna find out what’s going on. Rogue, I want you to get somewhere safe, can you do that for me?” Ari requested as he turned to face you, grabbing ahold of your shoulders.

“Of course, but you’ll find me once you’re able to, right?” You inquired as you searched his eyes for reassurance.

Ari pulled you in for a kiss before he took off and was out of the room before you could properly respond. You left the room shortly after and did as Ari requested and found a safe place, you have never seen a rig in such chaos. Worry consumed your mind as you thought about Ari and anyone else who might be in danger as they tried to defuse this horrible situation.

You waited anxiously inside the mess hall of The Hub, bouncing your leg as you sat at one of the tables and your stomach churned as you sat facing the doorway so that you could see Ari as soon as he walked into the mess hall. Once you had left the room that you and Ari had been in, you were pretty much ushered to the hall and told to stay put until further notice. The sirens were still blaring as you waited for any kind of update. You couldn’t help but wonder if this was the bad feeling that you had this morning when you woke up. Surely there had to be some kind of news, all you really knew was that lightning had struck the flare stack in just the right place multiple times, causing a small explosion and fire.

“Here, it looks like you could use this.” Jake said as he offered you a cup.

You let out a small sigh before you accepted the drink. Your hands were instantly warmed by the hot beverage within the cup. “Thank you, Jake.”

“So, who is it?” Jake asked with a knowing look as he sat down next to you.

“What do you mean?” You asked him back, trying to act like you don’t know what he’s talking about; you could only hope it worked.

Jake scoffed before he took a drink out of his cup. “Come on, you’ve had your eyes glued to the entrance of the mess hall and don’t get me started on all of the nights that you come back to the room at three or four in the morning. So, who is it?”

You let out another sigh. “I promise, this doesn’t happen, like at all, in fact I even made a rule for no dating anyone while on the job. But there was something different about him.”

Jake nodded his head as he listened to you. “It’s Levinson, isn’t it?”

“How did you know?” You asked, a bit surprised that he had figured you out.

“You guys aren’t exactly subtle, but don’t worry, I won’t say a thing.” Jake said with a playful smirk on the corner of his mouth.

Before you could say anything, the rig shook again and a wave of uneasiness washed over you. Just then, Bodecker stomped into the room, his face was serious as he marched over to one of the supervisors. You waited with bated breath for them to finish talking and when they did, you immediately got up and jogged over to Lee as he was about to leave.

“Mr. Bodecker, is there any update? What’s going on?” You asked quickly, your words rushed.

Lee shook his head as he scratched the back of his neck. “Well, we got the fire put out, but one of the crew members got hurt in the process. Banged up his arm pretty badly.”

Your eyes grew wide with concern. “Who was it?”

A huff escaped Lee’s mouth, he was probably annoyed with you right now but you didn’t care, you needed to know who.

“It was Ari Levinson.” Lee finally said as he met your eyes.

Your stomach dropped when you heard Ari’s name come out of Lee’s mouth and you nearly fainted. No, it couldn’t be Ari, this was all some kind of cruel joke. Before you could even fully wrap your mind around what Lee told you, you took off running towards the direction of the infirmary. People called out to you to come back but you didn’t listen, you had to get to Ari. You felt like the energizer bunny as you ran through the corridors and you could feel the adrenaline starting to pump through your veins. When you finally got to the med bay, you frantically searched for Ari amongst a few others that had gotten injured. You sighed in relief when you finally found Ari in one of the medical beds and you placed a hand on your chests. He was alive and he was conscious. You slowly approached his bed and greeted him with a small smile.

“Oh my god, your arm.” You said as you looked at Ari’s arm that was now in a temporary cast and sling.

“That, it’s nothing. What are you doing here, Rogue?” Ari asked as he reached out his good hand towards you. “Not that I’m complaining.”

You took Ari’s hand into yours as you looked at him. “I heard you had gotten hurt and I had to come see you.”

“You’re too good for me, you know that?” Ari said as lifted your hand up to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it.

You gave him a small smile as he kissed your hand, you were filled with so many emotions at this moment. You were relieved that it wasn’t a more serious injury and that Ari was going to be alright, you’re not sure what you would’ve done if it had been worse. As you looked at Ari, you realized just how deep you had gotten yourself in and at just how much you’ve compromised your position here, but honestly you didn’t care. Right now, all you cared about was that Ari was going to be okay. So, you found yourself leaning down and pressing your lips against his, not caring that the room was filled with people. It seemed like Ari didn’t care either as he immediately returned the kiss and placed his good hand on your waist. When the two of you pulled his good apart, you rested your forehead against his and took a few deep breaths. You knew you were about to face your own personal rough seas by getting involved with a worker, but right now, rough seas or not, you wouldn’t change anything at all.

#𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚝 ˗ˏˋ☕ˎˊ˗#an offshore love #mini series #part three #ari levinson mini series #ari levinson #an offshore love mini series #ari levinson x female reader #roughneck!ari levinson #ari levinson au #ari levinson fandom #roughneck!ari levinson x female reader #roughneck!ari levinson x reader #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson x reader #chris evans characters #chris evans

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Haunted House

Pairing: Laurie Laurence x reader

A/n: blurbie for @flashfictionfridayofficial 😘 minors, ageless and blank blogs, and serial likers DNI

You took my hand and walked me into my dark attic

That's where my heart was lost and frozen in a casket, my love

My soul was mummified, you helped me to unwrap it

It's you I'm gonna call

—A Haunted House by Jon Bellion

Laurie was a recovering hopeless romantic. Even he had has limit of heartbreaks he could suffer.

It was a very different Laurie everyone had been seeing this last year or so. A Theodore, even. The wind gone from his sails, leaving him to simply drift. His creativity dried up; journals unopened since spring before last.

But then… you. You took more than his hand, when you smiled and gave him your name. Led him not just around this new city but inside himself. Like a lantern in the dark, like Charon over the Styx, you guided him through all of his jaded hang ups. Healed wounds on his heart, both known and hidden. Your affection like sage smoke through the attic in his ribcage, loosing the ghosts of his past.

With your hand in his, he didn’t feel like a haunted house of a man anymore.

#𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚝 ˗ˏˋ☕ˎˊ˗#laurie laurence x reader #laurie laurence x black!reader

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Can we have more of the perfect pair au please it’s so cute and I love the idea behind it it’s awesome!!

Maybe r and Wanda’s first time? N maybe r doesn’t know what it is so Wanda has to show her and tell her about it?

Or literally anything at all I love them they are adorable

Thank you so much for the love!! I'm sorry this took so long to write. But I love this idea, I love a good corruption kink 😵‍💫 I hope you don't mind, I'm not the best at writing smut so this is a bullet point list lol.

Warnings: Smut, loss of virginity, corruption kink, innocence kink, maybe soft!dark?Wanda. BDSM dynamics. Mistress and Kitten honorifics. Fingering. Mentions of oral (r giving).

Minors and Blanks DNI. This is an 18+ blog and story.

🐈‍⬛ Maybe it starts with you and Wanda cuddling and she's petting your head, whispering sweet words to you.

🐈‍⬛ Her hand travels down to your thigh where she lingers, tracing idle shapes on your skin. You look so cute in a fluttery dress she made you for spring.

🐈‍⬛ "Kitten," she hums, looking down at you as her hand continues to feel your soft thigh, "Do you wanna play a little game?"

🐈‍⬛ Your eyes light up- you love games! Especially games with your Mistress. "Yes please, what kind of game?"

🐈‍⬛ She can't help but smirk at your sweet excitement. You're just too cute for words. "It's a very special game. The rules are that you are to obey everything I tell you to do, or else you get a spanking. Understood?"

🐈‍⬛ Your head nodded automatically. You hated when Mistress spanked you. You weren't naughty very often, loving being a good girl for her- you were made to serve her. It's in your nature. But sometimes you got cheeky and she had to nip it in the butt to deter that. "Yes Mistress, I understand."

🐈‍⬛ "Good girl. Stay still." She purred, letting her slender hand wander up your dress. "I've heard the dreams you've been having, baby."

🐈‍⬛ For a while now, Wanda had been reading your mind. She wasn't proud of it- everyone deserved their privacy. But she was just so curious about what her little kitten thought about. What she dreamed about.

🐈‍⬛ So when she found out you were having lewd dreams about her just about every night? Well she had to do something about it.

🐈‍⬛ "Shhh kitten, it's okay," she cooed when you started stammering, trying to find an explanation or an excuse. "It's okay. Everybody has dirty thoughts."

🐈‍⬛ Her hand starts rubbing your clothed pussy. When you jerk in surprise, she gives a swat to your thigh. "Make me proud. Stay still."

🐈‍⬛ Your eyes teared up from both arousal and frustration, you wanted to be good for her so so bad. "Yes Mistress, 'm sorry." She kisses your cheek in response and tries again.

🐈‍⬛ Rubbing firm, slow circles, watching you intently to see your reactions. "I bet you're confused by your dreams, baby. Are you?"

🐈‍⬛ "Uh huh, I- I never had those thoughts before. It was kinda scary." You admitted in a small voice. It was hard to concentrate when Wanda was making you feel so good.

🐈‍⬛ "Oh honey, it isn't bad or scary. It's good, it's natural." She said sweetly, kissing your cheek as her fingers pulled your panties aside.

🐈‍⬛ "Humans have sex all the time. It's just a way of life. And it feels so good." She couldn't help but moan at the feeling of your wetness. You had gotten so worked up so fast.

🐈‍⬛ "Are we having sex?" You asked in a shuddering voice, finding it hard to stay still with all the new sensations going on. But you had to stay still. You had to make Mistress proud.

🐈‍⬛ "Oh we're going to, baby. Don't you worry your pretty little head about it." She whispered, spreading your wetness around your achey pussy. When she touched your clit you gasped and twitched a little, but managed to stay still.

🐈‍⬛ Wanda rubbed your clit for a few moments, whispering words of praise as you sat so nicely in her lap. And soon she was delving between your folds, stretching your hole out so perfect.

🐈‍⬛ Using only two fingers for now- she'd add more once she thought you were ready for her strap.

🐈‍⬛ Your head felt like it was spinning, how good you felt. Humans did this all the time? How on earth did anything else get done?

🐈‍⬛ In this moment all you wanted was to have sex all the time. Wanda chuckled, "my little fuck toy."

🐈‍⬛ Soon you were feeling strange. These pleasure you were feeling was getting stronger and stronger, it was making you feel a little scared. Like something big was about to happen.

🐈‍⬛ Your orgasm exploded with a cry, your body arching as you blacked out for a moment. Wanda hissed as you clenched down so tight on her fingers, helping you ride out your orgasm as long as possible.

🐈‍⬛ She sensed you growing sensitive and pulled her fingers out slowly. First she licked your juices off her fingers, then she let you have a taste.

🐈‍⬛ You hummed around her fingers, moaning at the taste. "How is it, sweet girl? Do you taste good?"

🐈‍⬛ "Yes Mistress, never tasted anything like it before." You said sweetly, making Wanda smile.

🐈‍⬛ "Mm, you do taste amazing. Mistress wants you to taste her now."

🐈‍⬛ Your eyes widened- was that allowed? You felt like getting to taste Wanda was a privilege only the very best should be allowed to have.

🐈‍⬛ Your mouth watered at the thought. If Mistress was inviting you, then surely it was okay.

🐈‍⬛ "Yes, Mistress." She helped you get on your knees in front of her, mind racing at what was about to happen.

#𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚝 ˗ˏˋ☕ˎˊ˗#wanda maximoff x reader #au: the purrfect pair #Wanda Maximoff x woc!reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff smut

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Let me Keep You

AN: Mostly fluffy moments. Some angst. Yes some alluding to se-x. It has been far too long since I gave written for Sam. This is for @targaryenvampireslayer blind date challenge. First submission. Au given was Biker and quote will be in bold. All mistakes are my own. English isn't my first language so be kind. Alluding to a Dom/sub dynamics. Thanks to @firefly-graphics for the line divider.

The music wasn’t at an annoying level which you were thankful for as you walked up to Monica’s front door. This home party wasn’t something you had planned to attend this weekend. But since your fiancée Sam had been on the road longer than they had expected had you antsy. Knowing the rules of what happens on the road stays on the road.

But if being completely honest you trusted Sam. He has proved himself over the lenght of the relationship. He trusted and depened on you as well. The main concern will always be if he or any of the club had been injured or that the deal had done south which left communication to the back burner. So here you were coming to a party you had no business attending.

It will either be demise and salvation. Everything going on had you on edge. Which always lead you to go out and cause some mischief. Everything with the club has been a bit hectic. It all fell on Sam’s shoulders which meant he didn’t have as much quality time together. Of course, you tried to help as much as you could.

Between work and making sure everything back at home still ran smoothly the time you had left went to going to the club house to make sure everything was stocked and to control the club bunnies who decided to test the bonds between the bikers and their partners. Watching day in and out how Sam step into the shoes that the previous club president. Sure, as Vice President it was his to step into. But he also had to make sure that all the members would be behind him through thick and thin as a brotherhood.

Of course, Bucky had Sam’s back not just because he was rising to the rank of VP but as a brother. Bucky and Sarah had gotten married last spring. Since both Sam and Bucky were gone, it would benefit you and Sarah to be in one home since it was always easier to get out together if needed or just hunker down and wait out.

The vibrations in your back pocket had you reaching for your phone. The background picture was of you and Sam both back in Delacroix right after Bucky and Sarah’s wedding. On his parent’s boat smiling as the sun set. Sarah’s text message preview had you opening your phone.

Monica’s voice caught your attention as she came to the door. “Oh my God. You actually came to the party come in please.” The smile came easily as you walked into Monica’s house. “Yeah, it has been a while since we have partied together and there is no time like the present right?”

The house party was a lot crazier than you had anticipated. Sure, the music was lower but the shenanigans happening inside did not match. Honestly once you were in the kitchen grabbing a drink you wanted to tuck tail and go home.

But this was meant to allow you to take you mind off the sinking feeling in your chest that had been pressing down on you since Sam became president of the Avengers.

Your worry for the love your life needed to leave your mind. You needed and wanted to be strong for Sam. He had so much on his shoulders now. Adding your own intrusive thoughts to weigh him down wasn’t a option you wanted to give into.

With that in mind that had you pushing through your instincts and had you drinking enough to lull you into a false sense of safety.

It had been two hours since Sam came home. He went directly to his sister’s house. He wanted to see his nephews and sister sure. But he needed to see you. He was running off the high of everything turning out perfectly. Wanting to celebrate with the love of his life had him running on the edge of holding you close and wanting to lavish you with all the love he felt. As well as wanting to worship you so thoroughly that you couldn’t think straight for the next two days.

He had to hold back his own desires until he could get you home was becoming more and more agonizing as the distance to you was a few feet. Or so he thought.

The first thing he hears from his sister is that you had not made it home after work. She did know that you had been considering going to a house party of one of your coworkers. Honestly any other time there wouldn’t be any issues or concerns. But right now? There most certainly there was.

You were keeping him from you. All he wanted to do was to pull you close to him and to be lost to the world for the next week. But now not now he wanted no he needed to remind you why you followed the rules. How much you enjoyed being good for him.

As you took a seat on the now empty love seat. Feeling the vibration in your back pocket had you remembering the last message you had missed earlier. As the phone lit up so did the hair in the back of your neck. You were soo in trouble. You had missed Sam coming home.

Sarah had texted you to let you know that Bucky had called to let you know they were an hour out from being home. Looking at the time let a shiver run down your spine. It had been more than two hours since that message was sent.

A new message came in as you heard a commotion at the entrance of the house. Happy cheers and greetings as the words typed into your messages “You’re so in for it when we get home.” As you lifted your eyes from the screen of your phone you met the eyes of your beloved. His eyes played with an emotion you had seen before. The smirk that played on his lips had you clenching. Oh, you were so in for it. Being aware of everyone trying to calculate how fast it would take you to get out of the house.

His sweet smile and the tilt of his head had you jumping to your feet and walking backward as he sauntered forward. “What is wrong mon cher? Not going to come and greet me properly? I have missed you soo much.” The soft sonorousness of his voice made your stomach flutter as the warmth in your chest spread. All you gave him was a small smile before you turned and bolted for the back door yelling over your shoulders.

“Got to catch me first mon coeur”

#𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚝 ˗ˏˋ☕ˎˊ˗#sam wilson x fem!reader #sam wilson fanfic #sam wilson fic #sam wilson x latina!reader #sam wilson #@mrsmischief209 #anthony mackie fanfiction #anthony mackie #mcu au #fanfiction writing #biker au #biker!Sam x latina!reader #sam wilson fanfiction

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𝕹𝖔𝖇𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕶𝖓𝖔𝖈𝖐 𝕸𝖞 𝕭𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕺𝖚𝖙

𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚒 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚏𝚎𝚢𝚜𝚘𝚗

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚟𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜. 𝚂𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗.

𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙰 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑.

Relationship: Loki Laufeyson x top!male reader

Words: ~1.5k

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m/m sex, unprotected anal sex), top male reader, bottom Loki, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: I am in love with bottom Loki, oh my fucking gaaaaaawd 😮‍💨

You were finishing your daily public audience when you heard the rush of wind through massive wings outside the castle window, letting yourself smile behind your goblet of wine when the dragon’s roar shook the stone walls and made the recalcitrant lord who was standing in front of you go pale.

“I trust you will have the levies brought to the capital post haste, Lord Jurgen,” your smile widened when he nodded at you, your posture relaxing slightly before you dismissed him. “Who else has a matter they wish for me to address?”

The rest of the day’s audience went through without incident, though it was a bit boring. It’s not as though any of your vassals would truly be able to bring conflict to you when one of the most powerful beings in the world was bound to you. As soon as your courtiers had dispersed you made your way to the passages below the mountain, taking a torch for yourself from a brace at the top of the stairs before beginning your journey to the bowels of the castle where your love made his lair.

You could hear him humming with happiness as you traveled lower and lower, the sound bringing a smile to your face. When you finally laid eyes on him he was still in his greater form, his green and golden scales glittering under the light as he slithered through the pile of riches he had acquired for himself and for your kingdom. He was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. Every time you looked at him your breath caught in your throat and you wanted to give him everything he desired. And the knowledge that he reciprocated your feelings only made your devotion to him that much more intense.

Loki must have heard you approach, one of his bright green eyes opening and a smile splitting his face as he rolled to face you. His body began to shift and change as you gazed at each other, growing smaller and leaner as his skin smoothed over. As beautiful as he was in his greater form, he was just as beautiful in his human form, with thick black hair that fell in waves to his shoulders and perfect ivory skin that was offset by his startlingly green eyes. When he had to accompany you to court as your consort he appeared fully human, but alone with you he kept some of his reptilian traits. His horns still rose from his forehead and the ridges of his spine were more pronounced. His teeth were just a bit too sharp and scales were still present at his temples and shoulders and the jut of his hips. He preened as you enjoyed the sight of him, stretching his naked body on his mountain of gold and sighing as you strode towards him.

“The north gave its taxes up without issues then, my love?” You began to disrobe, continuing to smile warmly at him.

“They always do, my king,” Loki rose to his knees when you were standing in front of him, moaning into your mouth when you leaned down to kiss him as your fingers ran through his hair. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, love,” as soon as your tunic was gone you stretched your body over his, keeping your lips molded to his while he wrapped his legs around your waist. “It’s so cold without you.”

Loki gasped when you dragged your tongue along the column of his throat, rolling his hips up to meet yours and reaching between the two of you to begin undoing the laces of your breeches. His forked tongue slipped into your mouth and your grinned against his lips, cooing softly when he whimpered as your fingers wrapped around his cock.

“Should I just make you come like this, precious?” You leaned down to bite his ear when he tilted his head back and moaned as you began to stroke him slowly. “You’re so sensitive, I’m sure it would hardly take any time at all.”

“No, no please,” he gasped when you squeezed him right below his swollen tip, his back arching as he gave himself over to you. “I need you inside me, don’t tease.”

“Never,” you took a small vial of oil from your pocket and poured it all over your cock before lining yourself up with his quivering hole. “I’ll always give you what you need, my precious one.”

Loki groaned and his eyes fluttered as you pushed inside him, his claws dragging down your back until you were fully sheathed inside him. He was so warm inside it felt impossible, his muscles flexing and releasing around your length as he adjusted to your intrusion and panted into your ear. You kissed the hinge of his jaw when he started purring and rolling his body against yours, your own hands holding his narrow hips and digging into the soft flesh of his ass while you moved slowly within him.

Every noise he made was full of wanton delight, soft and lilting while his body writhed sensuously underneath you. His heels locked together at the small of your back when you drove even deeper, his head turning so he could nuzzle at your cheek and trace the shape of your ear with his tongue while you fucked him in long, smooth strokes. When you slid a hand up his body so you could tenderly hold his face he smiled at you, chasing after your lips when you leaned back with a desperate whine that made your chest feel warm. He got even warmer as your cock thrust against his prostate, his chest almost glowing as the low purrs of his pleasure vibrated through his entire body. The look in his eyes was full of intensity and passion as he gazed at you, a flush creeping over his pale cheeks as his long fingers trailed along the curve of your spine.

“Don’t stop,” Loki leaned up to capture your lips with his when his cock started to throb and leak where it was pressed between your stomachs. “Please don’t stop, my king. I want everything.”

“I know,” you rested your forehead against his and nudged his nose with yours, grinding your hips into him and groaning when you felt him clench around you. “My precious boy is so greedy. How I love to spoil you, though.”

“Oh yes,” his eyes fluttered closed when you began to thrust faster. “Yes, spoil me, please. I’m so greedy.”

“The greediest,” you began peppering kisses all over his face and pressed the hand that wasn’t cupping his cheek against the small of his back so his body was molded to yours. “Which is why I let you bathe in as much gold as you could ever desire. And why I fuck you every time you bat your beautiful eyes at me. And why I worship your precious cock. Because you deserve it, my love.”

Loki choked on his tongue and mewled when every muscle in his body drew tight, shuddering when he released and his hot, sticky cum shit all over your stomach as his cock twitched and throbbed. You cooed into his mouth while he tossed his head through his climax, gripping his hair and kissing him passionately as your hips started to thrust into him at an almost vicious pace. His hands scrabbled over your back as he struggled to catch his breath, every exhale leaving him in a soft whine that made you want to ruin him even more.

“Tell me you want it, precious,” you nipped at his bottom lip and growled when he clenched around you again. “Beg me for it.”

“Fill me, my king,” Loki gasped into your mouth and wriggled when you nuzzled his nose with your own. “Give me your seed. I want to be overflowing with it. I need it.”

You groaned as your balls pulled tight and your stomach clenched, crashing your lips against his while your climax overtook you and made your entire body shudder with your release. Loki whined when he felt your warm cum being pumped deep inside him, his inner muscles milking your cock as he let you fuck his mouth with your tongue. Even once you had ridden it out you stayed sheathed deep inside him, sagging against him and rolling so the two of you were laying face to face on his hoard as you caught your breath.

“Are you satisfied, my love?” You chuckled when he bit his lip and shook his head, letting him tuck his face into the crook of your shoulder while you wrapped your body around his. “Not to worry, precious. I’ve plenty more ways to spoil you.”

#𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚝 ˗ˏˋ☕ˎˊ˗#kinktober 2023 #dragon!loki laufeyson #loki laufeyson #loki x male reader #loki #marvel x male reader #male!reader #top male reader #monster fucking #loki laufeyson x male reader #monstrous mayhem #eighteen plus

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𝕸𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝕮𝖑𝖆𝖞

𝙾𝚛𝚌 𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜. 𝙲𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎.

𝙰𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙰 𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚜.

𝙰𝚕𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝚂𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚣𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜.

Words: ~1.1k

Relationship: August Walker x princess!female reader

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (non-con, bondage, manhandling, cum marking), mean August, size difference, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: I love a bad boy so much and I’m not even a little bit sorry about it. If I’m going to hell, so be it.

August grinned as he walked through the horde’s camp, holding the head of his conquered foe high and roaring before tossing it to one of his clansmen and instructing them to boil it so he could add the skull to his collection. His blood was still up from the battle, and there was only one thing on his mind. He took a mug of grog from someone before throwing aside the flap to his tent and striding inside.

“Little princess!” August threw his head back and howled with laughter when you flailed against your bindings as soon as you saw him, taking a swig of grog before setting the tankard down and starting to remove his leathers. “Did you miss me, little one?”

“Fuck you!” You spat at him when he reached out to demeaningly pat your cheek.

“That’s rude language from such a pretty princess,” This time he slapped you, licking his tusks lasciviously when you gasped and shuddered. “I’m assuming this means you’re still rejecting my proposal.”

“Of course I’m rejecting it!” You thrashed even more, determined to get free from your bindings even though you had no luck in your attempts during the past few weeks of your captivity. “I’ll never be the mate of a filthy, murdering orc bastard!”

“Tsk, how disappointing,” the way you were writhing and squirming against your bindings was making him hard, as it always did, and it only got better when you screamed furiously as he began to undo his breeches. “It’s not as though you have many options, princess. I just killed another one of those suitors of yours who thought he could rescue you. His skull is going to look rather fine hanging around my neck with those of the other failures.”

That made your already fraught emotions sink even lower, but you were determined not to let him see you cry. There were now four different prince’s and their armies who had tried to take you back from the horde after they had pillaged your family’s kingdom. Every single one of them was dead, along with their armies, and you didn’t know how many more would make the attempt now that so many had been killed. A sense of dread started to settle over you at that thought, but you refused to be defeated. So you just continued to struggle against the ropes that bound you, glaring at him and ignoring the way your eyes stung with unshed tears.

“I fucking hate you,” you kept your eyes fixed on his face while he pulled out his massive cock and started to stroke it over your restrained body. “You’re disgusting and I’ll never be yours.”

“Your stubbornness only makes the fact that you’ll eventually break all the more delicious,” August snorted when you jerked away from him as he gave your head a condescending pat, slapping you instead as his fist kept moving over his cock. “You have no other choice, princess. I’m going to have you no matter what, it will go easier for you if you submit willingly.”

You just snarled at him, tired of telling him to fuck himself and deciding to just try to ignore him instead. It was difficult, though, especially when he gripped your face and forced you to watch as he stroked his cock over your squirming body. The worst thing was that you were getting wet as you kept struggling, and he could tell, a wicked grin spreading across his face when his precum started to drip on your already soiled gown.

August just grunted with annoyance when you pouted and closed your eyes, rolling his own before taking his hand off your face so he could yank at the ropes binding you until they were flung over one of the tent beams so you were suspended in midair.

“Stop, what are you doing?!” You shrieked when he shredded your gown so it fell off you in tatters and left you naked as you dangled in front of him. “You bastard! Put me down!”

“Always fucking complaining. You’re lucky I don’t decide to shut you up by skullfucking you, princess,” he chuckled when that made you finally fall silent as your eyes lit up with terror. “Don’t look so scared, like you don’t enjoy everything I do to you. Remember how messy you got when I broke you in?”

“Shut up… stop it!” You thrashed wildly when he shot his thick cum all over your stomach and thighs, screaming when he grabbed one of your legs and propped it on his shoulder so you were spread wide open for him. “Don’t you dare touch me!”

He ignored you, smearing his fingers through the thick mess he’d left all over before reaching between your legs so he could rub his seed all over your swollen pussy. His first smack caught you completely off guard, making you wail when his hand cracked against your quivering folds so hard you almost blacked out. But then he leaned down and kissed you and you were brought back to consciousness against your will, gagging at the taste of grog on his tongue while his hand started slapping your cunt over and over again.

His treatment was brutal, it always was, but still your body responded to him. You cried and choked on his tongue as his fingers struck your pussy at a brutal pace, hating that each time he smacked your sensitive flesh you gushed juices all over his hand and trembled from barely controlling your climax. You held out longer than you would have thought you’d be able to, but after twenty minutes there was nothing you could do. August grinned and spat into your mouth when you sobbed as you squirted everywhere, rubbing your raw and sore folds viciously while you spasmed through your climax. As soon as you were done he released his hold on the ropes and let you drop to the floor, laying on his bed of furs and picking up his tankard of grog again as he watched you whimper and squirm.

“When are you gonna admit how much you enjoy this shit, princess?” August nudged you with his foot to turn you over and chuckled when you whined. “If you can handle this you should be able to actually survive carrying my baby. Of course you will be much more comfortable if you’re not bound and restricted during your pregnancy. So why don’t you take the night to think about how much better your life will be if you actually accept a role as my mate instead of just a brood mare.”

You sobbed when he rose to his feet and pulled his breeches back on, leaving you alone in his tent to consider just how miserable you wanted your future to be.

#𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚝 ˗ˏˋ☕ˎˊ˗#monstrous mayhem #august walker #orc!august walker #august walker x reader #kinktober 2023 #august walker x you #tw noncon #henry cavill #henry cavill characters #august walker smut #female!reader #henry cavill smut #eighteen plus

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