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snoopyana · 1 month

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boys cry too.

“boys cry too, you called me & told me you never felt so low.”

he loves you so much. you’re always in the forefront of his mind, hoping you’re ok when he can’t be there to see for himself. but he was the least of your worries. what a shame.

park wonbin. toxic reader. angst. smut.

staring at his phone, disappointment was painted all over his face. knuckles growing white as he gripped the device. you had told him you’d be outside in ten minutes — so he drove over ten minutes earlier. but by now, forty had passed and there was a growing pain in his chest. heart heavy, wonbin looked at his ‘i’m here!’ message that sat on delivered. praying for it to switch to read in the blink of an eye. but it never did, at least not yet.

the streetlight that he decided to park under, purely for your convenience, started to flicker. body leaning into the leather seat of his car, the rumble of his engine filled the vechile. wonbin contemplated on leaving. even though he was originally over the moon to finally hangout with you, that excitement was slowly fading. being replaced with a sense of insecurity.

did you forget?

but he had all night to wait for you. so even if you remembered hours later, he would be quick to agree to another outing. you play with his heart, and he just waits until you’re done. there was times when he tried to tell himself that he was done being your last priority. lost in his thoughts, contemplating the what ifs. throwing his head back against the seat, his waterline started to sting. an obvious sign of the tears fighting to roll down his face. using the palms of his hands, wonbin aggressively rubbed his eyelids in an attempt to push back the tears.

but he failed.

he always failed. he always ended up crying by himself when you left him on delivered. when you forgot about the plans that you made. when you ignored him because you didn’t want to talk. it crushed his soul every single time. the tears leaving his face hot and his body shaken every time. but he knew you didn’t mean it, he knew that you were just busy. right? you were just busy because you would always contact him and apologize. promising that you wouldn’t forget next time.

a tapping on his passenger side window snapped him out of his thoughts, causing a halt to the mini pity party he was having. swiping away tears, wonbin unlocked his doors — allowing you to situate yourself into his car. there was a silence with his occasional sniffle. your eyes glued on the phone that illuminated your face. a few minutes would pass before you finally looked at him. but only for a second and no longer than a second.

“hey binnie.” the way you spoke in such a sweet tone nearly gave him whiplash. not seeing how you could so casually greet him as if you weren’t a whole hour behind schedule. greeting him without knowing that you were the reason he was so distraught a few moments ago. “sorry i took so long, i-“ but you were stopped.

“you forgot.”

his words caught you off guard. a scuff almost leaving your mouth when he cut you off, but thank god it got stuck in your throat. glancing over to the man, your eyes scanned his face. the way his cheeks were flushed, eyes puffy and bottom lip quivering, but he still managed to smile so softly at you. it almost made your heart ache. just almost. your eyes were trained on his trembling pupils — the way he looked so sad yet so happy to see you.

“you forgot, but it’s ok. i have all day for you to make time for me.” his voice cracking with every syllable that slipped past his lips. you did forget, but your pride wouldn’t let you say that. you couldn’t say that. so instead, you tripped to flip it. “what? of course i didn’t forget, of course i have time for you.” your snappy tone making his smile falter for just a split second. facing forward, his hands gripped onto the steering wheel. so what now? the air was thick, and he was hurt.

putting the vehicle into drive, wonbin tried to get ahold of his emotions as he drove. all while you shifted your attention back to the screen in your hands. connecting your phone to the cars bluetooth. boys cry too filled the empty space. as he drove around, the music was slowly drowned out by the ringing in his ears. becoming lost in his own mind while his body was on autopilot. pulling into a secluded park near the park.a place you two used to frequent, back when you cared.the music had long since been turned off as he turned off the car. leaning back into his seat, wonbins’ eyes found their way to your face.

they always did.

“did you really want to hang out with me today?” he still had that saddened expression on his face as he looked at you. picking at the skin around his fingers, waiting for an answer. waiting for anything. shifting in the seat, you managed to turn completely towards wonbin — shoving your phone into the pocket of your hoodie. “yeah, sure i lost track of time, but that doesn’t mean i didn’t wanna see you.” reaching over, you used the pads of your fingers to swipe away lingering tears on his face. he looked adorable, all worked up.

but he couldn’t seem to believe you, yet allowing your fingers to wipe and caress his face. “i hate your excuses, they hurt so much more than when you ignore me.” he tried so hard to keep a steady tone, cheeks heating up as he kept eye contact.

“do you want me to show you how much i love being around you?” before he could even answer, you were sliding yourself into his lap. reaching down to adjust his seat — making enough room for you both to sit comfortably in the small space. cupping his cheeks in both hands, your thumbs working circles on the skin that you couldn’t quite cover with your palms. leaning forward to plant small kisses on his forehead. humming into his skin when his hands found sanctuary on your thighs.

but don’t get it twisted, you were only doing this so he wouldn’t leave. so he felt loved, and wanted.

your kisses eventually found his lips, nipping at his bottom for entry — entry that he gladly gave to you. while your tongue roamed his mouth, one of your hands started its own adventure to his pants. single handedly unbuttoning the fabric. speaking against his lips, you instructed him to slip down his jeans. he was quick to follow, a whine leaving his throat when the cold air of his car hit the exposed flesh. you didn’t plan on fucking him in his car, just a quick handjob to keep him satisfied.

it’s truly a shame how pretty he was, letting all that beauty go to waste by being such a cling. that’s truly the only reason you never perused him. but you were so lucky that he loved you and adored you as much as he did — letting you do anything you wanted in exchange for the smallest sliver of your attention.

your lips attached themselves to his neck, one hand gripping onto his nape while the other slowly pumped his dick. gripping onto the sides of your hoodie, wonbin let his head fall back into the seat. but this time he wasn’t crying. strings of his moans and whines floating in the air while your hand set a painfully slow pace. gripping at his base before slowly sliding back up to his twitching tip. your thumb spreading around the precum that leaked from his slit.

he would make attempts to buck up into your enclosed fist. only to be forced back down by the weight of your body on his own. his head spinning at the damn-near torturous speed of your hand and your teeth bruising the pale skin of his neck. it was all too much as once, too much in general. broken pleas and cries for you to speed up.

so you finally did, he wanted it right?

the switch of pace had his body squirming underneath you, causing the vehicle to slightly rock side to side. thighs tightening, wonbin held onto you for dear life. if he wasn’t lightheaded before, he definitely was now. parted lips allowing for any and every sound to come from him. you could tell he was close, you knew him all too well. whispering praises just below his ear to push him to the edge. and it worked. it didn’t take much for more until he was releasing all over your hand and onto himself. repeating your name as if he would forget it later. resting your head onto his shoulder, you allowed for him to catch his breath.

but you didn’t stay long, wiping your hand onto his now cum-stained shirt. you opened the car door and stepped out, as your apartment was only a few blocks away from where you two were seated. leaving him without even a goodbye.

“it’s always me left to clean up all the mess.”

note- ok first, 3 fics in week? let me calm down before i get burnt out 😭😭 but i really wanted to write a subish wonbin and i was in the mean mood?? so my apologies for those who wanted a good end. heh. also i linked the song that this is loosely based off of, you just gotta find it! (it’s so easy to find but still)

note 2.0- quick tmi, when i was writing this, specifically the sex scene, i asked my roommate to help me see if that position was possible. so we were in his car, adjusting the seat to see if it was possible and comfortable. to this day, he doesn’t know what it was for but he never questions me. literally my best friend dude

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dabisqueen · 1 year

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With Consent

Dabi x fem!Reader

⇢ word count: roughly 3.7K

⇢ plot: what plot? there's no plot, just porn (ok, ok. You go to meet up with Dabi at the warehouse but he doesn't show up. Or does he?)

⇢ warnings: 18+, minors DNI, kabedon, lots of kissing, Dabi is a teasing piece of shit, fingerfucking, consensual unprotected sex, orgasms, creampie, no aftercare but at least he calls a cab

⇢ personal note: the second part or rather missing porn to "Without Consent". Thanks to @/sharlockart for allowing me to use your magnificent art again.

Thanks to @/blankexpressions-and-falsefires for being my beta again. Lub u!

9:58pm

Staring at the display of your cell phone, you sighed. It wasn't like you hadn't been excited. All day long you've thought about this moment, the moment where he would walk into the street, his smirk welcoming you like… like what? The boyfriend you never had? Tch…

10:08pm

Letting your eyes wander around, you noticed the dry leaves from the past year trailing a pattern along the ground, the dingy street light barely illuminating the street.

What are you doing here anyway?

10:20pm

Your knuckles turned white with the way you strained your grip on your phone. This was the right meeting place. There was only one abandoned factory in town.

Should've stayed home tonight.

Shuffling your feet, you clasped your open jacket shut. The air outside had gotten a little chilly, the warmth of the summer day dissipating quickly. It hadn't been as cold or breezy as yesterday but still - you felt a little chill creeping up your spine with the skimpy dress you were wearing.

10:30pm

Well, this sucks.

With a frustrated sigh, you stuffed your phone back into your pocket and headed down the cracked sidewalk, skipping over some potholes as the light of the dim street lamp slowly faded behind you.

When you rounded the corner of the building, a hand clamped around your arm and pulled you into the darkness.

A second hand covered your mouth, muffling your rising scream. You stumbled backward, until your back was pressed against the brick building. The hand holding your arm let go and slapped against the wall beside you, boxing you in.

"Leaving already?" Someone chuckled against your ear. "I thought we had a date?"

You would have recognized that voice anywhere.

Dabi.

Your eyes slowly adjusted to the dark, dragging from the dip of his collarbone right in front of you all the way up to his face. It was indeed him, strikingly handsome as always– you tried your best not to shrink beneath the intensity of his gaze.

"You didn't show up!" You tried to defend yourself.

"I was here the whole time, doll– " his eyebrows drifted upward, sly and smug, "–watching you."

You blinked dumbly.

"You were there the entire time?" You were trying not to tense too much.

He didn't answer. He didn't need to, the way the corners of his mouth quirked up suspiciously was all the answer you needed.

"You’re such a fucking asshole," you spat.

"Villains aren't nice, sweetheart," he said with a cocky smile on his face, "didn't ya know?"

Biting your lower lip, your face heated up from embarrassment but– something else lurked beneath the shame.

His azure eyes trailed along your face, tracing every feature carefully, slowly, lingering on your mouth. His free hand came up, thumb running over your lips.

"Missed those," he revered, lust-filled azure eyes trained on your lips.

"Dabi, w-what do you want?" Heat bloomed in your face at his proximity.

"Can't you guess?" He angled his face to the side, slotting it closer to yours.

You tried to move but his thigh slipped between your legs, hips pinning you in place. It made your heart pick up its pace as you flattened yourself further against the building.

He tutted quietly. "It's rude to leave without answering someone's question."

Your head thumped against the bricks when you realized he was moving even closer, eating up the space between you. This close, you could see the brilliant hue of his sapphire irises, framed by thick dark lashes that complemented his intense gaze.

You tilted your head to the side, cutting eye contact, heart fluttering like a butterfly. His warm breath ghosted over your ear as strands of his messy raven hair tickled against your cheek.

"J-Just– stop the teasing already...” You stuttered, your voice cracking.

"I thought you liked it… had to clean my pants after our last encounter." He trailed off into a half-hearted chuckle.

"Fuck you!" You spat, knowing all too well that he had hit the nail on the head.

"Hm– what was that?" His lips brushed over the rim of your ear.

"Y-You –ahhh– heard me right." You uttered, distracted as he continued ghosting your ear. His lips were warm and soft, the rough texture of his calloused lower lip a teasing stark contrast.

"Say it again." He cooed.

He was such a little shit.

"F-fuck you." you mumbled, feeling the heat rush to your ears.

He laughed airily, "Such a naughty lil girl, aren't ya—"

"I'm not…" it was hard trying to think with the way his mismatched lips pulled into a teasing smirk against your skin.

"I think you are. Meeting a villain at night, wearing this—" his hips rolled slowly against yours, "—skimpy dress."

"I-It's not skimpy." You swallowed hard, heat rising to your face.

But he was right. You had dressed up for him in hopes of doing more than just kissing.

And you were getting off on this. On him.

Deep down inside you knew that you had already lost the game. Your hands tentatively came to a rest on his belt as you leaned your head against his shoulder, breathing him in, his smoky scent, his comforting warmth.

"Good girl," Dabi rasped as his lips finally met your skin, licking over your earlobe before sucking it into his warm mouth.

…Shit.

You lost your strength right there and then, your knees buckling under you. A soft, breathy moan escaped you and you felt it travel right into the growing swell of his cock at your hips.

Goosebumps rippled across your skin, causing every hair to stand straight. There was no helping it. Parting your lips, another breathy moan escaped you as Dabi's tongue flicked over the soft piece of flesh before pulling back, releasing it with a pop.

Your resolve was wearing thin as his lips– so soft, so warm– trailed along your cheek. There was only one thing on your mind– the desire to have this man all over you, touching you, kissing you– inside of you.

Clutching his belt tighter, you drew him in, pressing your hips against his hard erection. It was all you could manage right now, with your brain succumbing to his scent, his heat– his very presence.

His hand moved up your thigh, hitching your dress up high, tracing small circles on your skin, with each pass drawing closer and closer to your core. Every time his pinkie slid closer to the seam of your panties, you felt ready to explode, wanting more than just his fingers brushing along your skin.

"What happened to the attitude?" He murmured, his fingers dancing closer to your puffy folds.

You were trying to formulate a response, really trying. But your brain short circuited and you were left sucking in short little breaths instead. With one more graze of his pinkie you decided you had enough of his teasing.

"Dabi, stop the games." A small trembling whimper –all you could manage with your heart in your throat– left your lips.

He stalled, his brow quirking up."Oh, you think I'm playing games?"

You didn't know how to respond, your mind completely focused on his fingers going still at the crease of your thigh, the heat radiating off them igniting the fires within you even more.

"I'll show you games…" he growled low and tempting, hooking his other hand under your chin to tilt up your face.

His lips crashed on yours without warning, coaxing your mouth open with his dexterous tongue. It was hungry and devouring and urgent. There was no holding back, entwining your tongues following a low groan that he let escape into your mouth. You were gasping for air, your insides clenching around nothing.

A lustful moan was pulled from your lips, his hot hand traveling up and under the seams of your panties, long fingers finally finding your swollen folds and stroking along to gather your warm, slick juices.

Dabi pulled back, looking at you with molten desire as he started circling your clit, further stoking the blazing fire inside your core.

Arching your back, your head pushed against the damp bricks as Dabi bent toward you, the hot press of his mouth against your pulse intoxicating.

"Tell me what you want, princess." He demanded between kisses and nibbles.

You tried to fight the arousal building up even more with each pass of his finger, but the coil was seconds away from unwinding.

"I asked you a question…" he pinched your clit, making you jerk.

"N-Nothing!"

"Didn't your daddy tell you to not lie to a villain?" He mused, pinching your clit again.

"Dabi, please," you winced.

"Answer me!" His tone became low, rumbling through his chest.

"I-I want you, Dabi."

"Wrong answer." His words were punctuated with another pinch to your sensitive nub.

That fucking jerk! You felt so humiliated but you had no choice, not with the coil inside wound so tight, desperately begging to be released. You looked up with as much courage as you could muster, meeting his eyes before biting your lips.

"W-Wanna cum—" You whined pitifully.

"Atta girl," Dabi chuckled and gave your clit a light graze.

Then he dipped down, pushing three fingers past your tight entrance without warning. You keened, the stretch heavenly, much needed to stoke the white heat into exploding below your belly.

"So fucking wet—" Dabi groaned, starting a rapid pace, smearing your glistening juice all over his hand, your panties, your thighs– everywhere.

His searing tone traveled straight to your pussy. The way his hand pumped between your thighs felt amazing– better than you'd imagined. This wasn't a dream, this was the real villainous Dabi between your legs, fucking you with his fingers in earnest now, reaching deeper and curling them to hit that one spot even you couldn't as his thumb continued to rub your clit.

Please don’t stop… oh God.

It felt so lewd. But more than right. It didn't take long for you to come undone. Losing your composure, you sank into him, eyes fluttering shut as the beginnings of it started washing over you.

And then the tension exploded, intense waves of pleasure racking your body. You felt dizzy, holding your breath as a hot glow spread through your body. Your muscles clenched and released around his fingers as he kept working you through your high.

Then he pulled out, leaving you tensing around nothing, heart still beating a thousand miles a minute. While you tried to calm your beating heart, the blood rushing through your ears nearly made you miss his low chuckle and the clinking sound of a belt being undone.

Dabi dipped down, his hands sliding along your exposed thighs to dig into your ass, long fingers squeezing rough and hard. He had you up in a flash, your arms flying around his neck, your legs coiling around his hips in an attempt to seek some purchase.

"You want this dick in your pussy?" Dabi glanced at you from behind his dark bangs.

You shuddered, knowing exactly what the answer to his question was.

"I need it," you pleaded, so desperate for him, for his cock to fill you up, it had you nearly in tears.

His chuckle resonated from deep within his chest as he effortlessly slid aside the fabric of your panties, slotting the hot tip of his cock, hard and ready, against your leaking entrance.

Your head was spinning, unable to wrap your mind around what was happening, too high on endorphins to realize—

—that you were about to let yourself get fucked by a wanted criminal. A murderer. Yet, a hot one, that allowed the overwhelming ache between your thighs to continue to muddle your brain. Your core clenched as you realized that all you wanted was for him to fill the emptiness inside you.

"You ready, sweetheart?" His eyes met yours while he rolled his hips, slickening his shaft along your folds, gathering your juices on it.

You were about to shake your head because nothing in this world would ever prepare you to be ready for this. But then Dabi slammed his hips against yours, slotting balls deep inside you with one swift thrust.

There was no preparing for how it felt. You felt so full, so stuffed, his girth stretching you unlike anything you'd felt before. A jolt of pleasure tore up your spine and you collapsed against him, helplessly impaled on his shaft.

"Taking me so well," he groaned the words out between gritted teeth. "'S fucking tight—"

Looking down, he watched his dick slip from your drooling pussy, each piercing popping out before he slowly shoved it back inside your gaping hole.

"Kept thinking about fucking you dumb on my cock." He started thrusting into you, the stretch of his cock rendering you stupid.

"Shit. Taking me –fuck– so well." He made sure you could hear every filthy swear he let out while he kept pumping his dick inside of you.

"I'm gonna fucking ruin you." He growled.

"Yes, please!" You choked out.

Your mouth hung open, drool wetting the corners of your mouth, as you cried out his name over and over again.

His cock ground deep inside your pussy as he started rocking into you a little faster now, making sure you could feel every single piercing, every inch of his cock sliding in and out of you.

His biceps flexed each time he lifted you up just to drop you back down on his cock, splitting you open. Rolling his hips, he kept hitting different angles, tweaking positions until he caught that special spot that had you crying out.

"There?" His gaze was heavy with desire, punctuating each word with a wet grind of his hips against yours.

"Y-Yes, Dabi–" you were on the verge of losing your mind, lashes heavy with the tears of overwhelming pleasure.

You tried to focus on him, taking in as many details as you could so you would forever remember this night. He looked like a dream to you– pupils dilated, face coated in a thin sheen of sweat. His lips pressed to a thin line as he took you in, his hips smacking forward, balls slapping against your ass with each rut.

He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “So damn sexy."

All you could do was cling to him while he fucked you, listening to the wet slap of his balls against your ass.

It had you gasping out, "H-harder—"

"Oh yeah? You want it? You want my cum? Fuck!" He panted, breathlessly, "Gonna make this fucking pussy mine–"

It was all too much. His smokey, burnt scent, the way his cock reached too far, kissing your cervix each time he dropped you down on it. You couldn't help the way you started clamping down on him, tears spilling from your eyes as you bit your lower lip to suppress more cries of pleasure.

"Ahh– fill me up," with the next thrust he pulled a loud mewl from you, "Please—"

"Fuck–" Suddenly, he pulled out and left you empty, your gummy walls fluttering around nothing.

Dabi's face was unreadable, as he stood there, his cock, white and creamy with your arousal, sitting heavy against your stomach.

Letting go of your ass in favor of grabbing the base of his cock, he squeezed it tight, huffing desperately.

"You're dangerous," he growled, trying to calm his breathing and hoping to still his twitching cock. "So fucking dangerous."

His gaze flicked from his dick to your face, licking his lips. For one blink of a second you could see affection in his eyes, lust and desire– all for you.

The moment was gone as quick as it had appeared, making you wonder if you even saw it at all. He slotted his cock back against your hole, wearing his signature bored expression again as he leaned forward.

"Ready?" He panted against your mouth, not bothering to wait for a reply.

His hips snapped hard into you before he upped the pace, nearing his high. You could feel him going deeper with each slam of his hips, each time he dropped you ruthlessly on his shaft.

You held onto him for dear life, tucking your face in his shoulder, fingers tangling into his coat. You just let go, feeling him propel you toward another climax with every vigorous thrust forward.

You couldn't have stopped your orgasm even if you wanted to. The speed of it slammed through you so quickly, you forgot how to breathe.

You started dripping around him, each thrust building up a frothy white ring around his cock as your pussy convulsed to his rhythm. Waves of intense pleasure washed through you and Dabi groaned under his breath, forcing himself to power through the tightness of your walls as you came for him.

He kept snapping his hips up, frantic now, his eyebrows drawing close, the wet shine of his parted lips speaking to his animalistic desire to claim you. Several strands of hair were stuck to his forehead which glistened with a thin sheen of sweat as he groaned out your name.

When his breathing became ragged, his hips began to stutter and with one last thrust up, he remained buried balls deep inside you as his cock twitched with his release.

"Ohhh –f-fuck!" He groaned before his eyes closed shut, painting your gummy walls white, stuffing you full of his creamy seed.

He looked so good cumming, and the idea of him filling you up with his warmth, marking you as his, had you toppling right over the edge again. You moaned as you felt your pussy contracting again, slow deep ripples of pleasure surging through your body.

It dragged another hiss from his lips as his eyes snapped open, meeting your hazy, blissed-out gaze before dropping down to see the thick drag of his cum on his cock when he pulled out. His piercing blue eyes trained back on your face as he slowly pushed back in, the cum squelching obscenely along your folds, ruining your panties when he did.

"Fuck, you take my cock–" he breathed heavily, "–my cum– so well."

After a final thrust, he stilled deep inside of you, catching his breath, his cock slowly softening against your walls.

"Look at you, princess. So messy." His face was unreadable, serious in its intensity.

You let out a weak moan at his words, your cheeks dusted a dark crimson.

When his soft dick slipped out, he pulled your panties back into place, keeping all his pearly seed trapped inside. Gently setting you back on the ground, he watched as your legs gave in immediately. You shakily dropped to the ground, head hanging low on your chest.

You felt some of his warmth flowing out of you, puddling in the small piece of fabric meant to keep you decent before overflowing and dripping onto the dusty concrete below.

Your vision was blurry from all the tears and the exhaustion set in as you continued to stare at the ground before you. He was still standing in front of you, his dark boots just a foot away, pants pooled round his knees. You heard the rustle of fabric, and then a used tissue was dropped carelessly to the ground next to you. Pulling up his pants and fastening his belt, he towered over you.

"That was fun." He proclaimed. "Should do it again some time."

With that he turned and disappeared into the darkness, the sound of his heavy boots hitting the ground slowly dissipating into the night. It grew quiet and after a while you scrambled to your feet, leaning against the wall until your heart had steadied its pace.

What an asshole, you did your best to suppress the sob arising in your heaving chest. Straightening out your dress with your sweaty palm, you rummaged around in the pocket of your jacket for a scrap of an old tissue.

Gritting your teeth, you slid your hand into your panties, stuffing it close to your leaking entrance, trying to stop his cum from flowing out.

So fucking messy, you snorted inwardly, so much fucking cum. Well, it wasn't like you asked for it but he could’ve at least—

The noise of a car pulling up cut your thoughts short and your head snapped up, your hand quickly pulling out of your panties to pull down the hem of your dress. Relief washed over you as you saw a cab pulling over to the sidewalk near you.

Straightening up, a window rolled down and the driver called your name.

Wait, what? You looked in disbelief at the car.

He called your name again. "That's you, isn't it? I’m here to take you home. Fare's paid 'n all."

You remained glued to your spot.

"Well?" The driver cocked his head, giving you a closer look. "Hurry up, I don’t have all night."

"Y-Yes, Sir–" you blurted out, picking up your feet to approach the car.

After sitting down in the back, you were careful to cross your legs to keep the mess between them from soiling the seats below.

As the driver rolled up the window he asked. "So, to this address, right?"

He held up a folded piece of paper in his hands, "Your boyfriend with the dark hair, the one who paid the fare, gave this to me..."

"He's not my boyfriend…" you corrected, taking it from his offering hand.

The driver simply shrugged and gazed at the street in front of him, waiting for you to confirm the route.

Unfolding the paper, you stared at the unfamiliar handwriting. "That's not my address either..."

But then, whose was it?

It took you another second to realize it.

Stunned, you fell silent.

…oh fuck.

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saltofmercury · 8 months

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Cinnamon

Pairing: König x f!reader

A/N: Literally chewing on cinnamon gum and this unfolds... ok? lil bit of smut.

"Cinnamon"

Wet lips devoured you, a grabby hand held you against the wall, as another cradled your face softly. A cinnamon scent carried through your nose and mouth.

He had only landed back in your country an hour ago, but had made it a priority to brush his teeth, wash his face, and stick cinnamon gum into his mouth, one of your favorites.

The scent lingered through your taste buds, as he cradled your chin towards him, his other hand rubbing your ass before giving a firm squeeze.

Your eyes propped open.

On the plane ride, hysteria and imbalance had taken over him. His knee bounced up and down, he cracked his knuckles every second he could remember, and he would often miss the chewing gum, instead, biting his tongue. Negative thoughts filling his mind. So many thoughts that consumed him when he returned.

He still thinks you won’t be home.

Maybe this time, the mission was too long. The time in between missions has been so short lately. Maybe you just got tired of waiting… or there was someone else you met.

He’s greeted at the door with footsteps coming towards him. Your body is covered with just a t-shirt.

His t-shirt.

It looks so huge on you, sliding off one shoulder. His hands tremble as he reaches out to you, but once he’s got a hold of you, there’s really no stopping him. His mouth finds yours and wants a taste of your tongue.

You pry yourself away for a bit, examining his face, a breathy laugh escaping your mouth.

“Hi!” You smile up at him, realizing his gum has now entered your mouth.

His lips—swollen, red, puckered forward, as he smirks, the right side of his mouth curving a little more.

“Hi…”

He studies your face. It’s the same routine he’s adopted once he comes home. Every scar, every mole, every freckle that’s been newly placed on your face he wants to make sure he’s counted for in his head.

He picks you up swiftly, entangling his fingers in your hair. His tongue enters your mouth again, swiping the gum to the side, wanting to taste all of you. Walking towards your room.

He drops you on the bed, crawling over you, his size about three times yours.

His black shirt is fitted across his broad chest. His eyes are still rimmed with black paint around his eyelashes. He has you pinned down.

You stare up at him, his red-blonde hair glowing from the sunlight outside.

He gets flustered seeing you, he’s not sure if it’s because of the way the sun hits your eyes, or the way your lips are swollen from his mouth on yours, but he settles for your neck, peppering sloppy wet kisses trail from your neck to your chest.

“I missed you…” you exhale feeling him rub your body up and down.

All the heat has rushed from his mouth to your cunt.

“I think…” he says quietly. “I think I missed you more.”

You can hear the concentration in his voice, his face. His brows furrowed together. Wondering what part of you to devour first. He positions himself on your lips again, as his left hand trails down your breasts, down your stomach, into your underwear. His middle finger traces up along your slit, feeling how wet you are.

A small moan emitted from his mouth, he’s fully aroused now, breaking from your lips.

“... you missed me too?” is all he says. There’s an innocence to him.

You nod sheepishly.

He exhales, rips off your panties with one hand. Crawling away from you, he settles his face in between your legs.

His thumb rubs your clit so softly, up and down, then around. Feeling all your slick pour over his thumb. He takes his time, trying to have your little cunt blossom open. He places a small kiss on it. It’s noisy, it buzzes on you, having you jump up a little. His tongue comes out and licks you up.

Sparks shoot up from where his tongue is on you, up towards your breasts. You can’t help but arch your back. His mouth always feels better than the vibrator under your bed. The sounds of him working you open make you clutch onto his hair.

He loops his arms under your legs, holding them down in place.

The cinnamon gum in your mouth feels spicier. Almost burning a hole through your cheek. The lips sucking on your clit has you trying to focus on the taste of the gum.

Has it always been so spicy? Or are you just overwhelmed? König is not slowing down.

You moan out –

“oh… please go..slow.”

This only makes his heart race even more, knowing the effect he has on you.

Your stomach flutters more as he’s flattening his tongue and swirls it around you. Your eyes snap shut, small crinkles form around your eyes.

“Please… slower… for me?” you whine out.

There’s so much sensation building up around you. The heat grows under your belly, small sparks emit throughout your body, there’s wetness that you can feel soak up underneath you.

You peek down at him. There’s just so much concentration coming from his eyebrows, a man so hungry, his fingertips clutching at your thighs, leaving small impressions. His nose is buried deep within you, devouring you whole.

“You’re so damn wet..” he pauses to nibble on your legs.

“I missed your cunt so much.” He speaks softly, bringing his lips towards it to start and suck on the sweetest part.

He concentrates, making sure to go slower this time.

It’s too much too soon. Your knees prop together, hands now have fistfuls of his hair. König moans a little too softly for you, then lets go of your bud with his lips.

“Keep them open baby, I want to see your face”

You bit your bottom lip, obeying his simple request. You pry your legs open, waiting for approval.

“I want to watch you cum in my mouth.”

With that, he’s back on you, licking and sucking your bud, egging you on.

“I don't think I could've waited another day without your cunt on me.”

His lips are stimulating you.

“You like how this feels? Does my girl like this?”

His tongue swirls around you. His deep voice is what gets to you the most. You can feel the tense presence in between your legs.

“Don’t you cum just yet… I'm going to countdown for you.”

He’s an asshole.

“5…” He spits on it. Licking it all up.

“4…” He moans into your cunt. Pressing kisses into it.

“3…” He flicks your bud so tenderly, so quick, you think you’re about to explode. He brings it to his lips to suck on it more.

“2…. Oh you’re such a good girl.” It’s all too much, you hate him so much.

“1…”

You cry out, legs trembling closed, but he keeps them open on the bed. He still continues to suck on your already aching cunt, sending spasms all through your body. Your nipples have peaked through his t-shirt, as he watches you unfold in front of him.

You’re in heaven. You peer down at him, smirking at you.

“I hate… you… so much” is all you can moan out.

He crawls up on you gently placing kisses on your face. You swap the gum back into his mouth. He smiles down at you, pearly whites contrasting the red gum.

“I love you… so much.”

#könig #call of duty #könig x reader #konig x reader #könig mw2 #konig call of duty #könig cod

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valeskawhore · 5 months

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IMAGINE:

APOCALYPSE AU?? PROXIES X READER (IDEA!)

A/N: This is an idea that I’ve been seeing all around tumblr from my mutuals and honestly, why the hell not? I love the idea of apocalyptic survival. Let me know if this should be a series !!

An eerie creak sounds out behind me as I opened the window, and Dust flooded the dimly lit room as I made my way inside. Exploring abandoned houses wasn't always a typical interest of mine, but staying warm and having a dry place to sleep at night was.

Rain clashed gently down on the roof from outside, crickets could be heard and soon the silence rested back into place when I pulled the cracked window shut from the other side.

This place definitely was not the best, but at least it was dry.

First thing I did was open my backpack, setting up candles and hanging an old sheet that I found laying in the corner, over the window to block out the light.

Repeatedly, I told myself that this was just temporary.

I didn't have enough food to last more than a few nights anyways. Walkers roamed more and more with every passing day, tho winter was coming and it was coming fast.

Hopefully, that would do something to slow the walkers, even if it was just by a few steps, I prayed.

With a sigh, I slowly sat down on the make-shift mattress that I made for myself, hearing my ankles pop in the process because man, I really needed to stretch more often, I'm not getting any younger.

I took off my baseball cap and pulled down my mask to breathe just a little bit clearer, running my fingers through my hair, I noticed how greasy it was. The thought made me disgusted since.. Well, I couldn't even imagine how I smelled and i didnt want to either.

Popping open a bottle of water, I drank my thirst away. Listening to the rain pour, the thunder crack and the sounds of the undead trudging along outside.

As I clenched my eyes shut for a second..

I blocked out the screams, the cries and pleads for help.. The cocking of guns and the growls of the unthinkable tearing and ripping the flesh of the people being eaten alive. My fingernails began to itch, my knuckles on fire, tears welding in my eyes.

“Y/N!!” She screamed, “HELP ME!!” she cried..

I sat my bottled water down, and lit up a cigarette.

“It’ll be ok..” I told myself, “Survive one more day, just one more,” everynight.

“I’ll find you baby.. one day..”

I closed my eyes.. Relaxed my body, breathed out deeply.

“Goodnight y/n” I told myself.

The front door clashed open.

*~*~*~~*~*~*~

“GET INSIDE! GET THE FUCK INSIDE!” A voice screamed. The sounds of the undead gurgled up the last of their life and slammed their heads against the door, screaming. I heard multiple people slamming themselves against the front door, refraining it from opening. “ROGERS, FIND SOMETHING, NOW. WE NEED TO BARD THE DOOR!”

“I-I-M OHN–ON IT!!” Someone stuttered.

I jumped up from my mattress, reaching for my gun and loading in the magazine. I threw the sleeping bag off of me, and unlocked the door. I heard the others rummaging down stairs for something to board the door. I peaked my head out,

Something suddenly rammed against my head, the door was torn open, slamming into my head. I fell back on my ass, and reached around lazily for my gun.

I heard a gasp fall above me, my vision was spinning, but I found my gun and raised it above me at the silhouette. There were two of them, then three, then two, until both shadow figures meshed into one guy. His face was something more,

Two dark brown eyes, greasy chestnut hair, he nose was already bleeding and there was a bandage covering up the right side of his lips stretching to his cheek bones.

He was definitely a young man, 23-24 maybe. Wearing yellow rusted-rimmed goggles, a blue hoodie with a tanned, older jacket overtop, there was a black and gray-ish mask wrapped around his neck and pulled up over his face. The (now) snickering man wore stained blue jeans and some bloodied converse.

His laugh rang out through my skull, pounding against my ear lobes. His eyes became impossibly wide now, canines glimmering in the moonlight as thunder cracked in the background.

With one final sadistic smile,

He picked up his double hand axes and raised them high, His laughter almost screams now, The screams of a hyena, a skinwalker luring its prey.

The young man brought the axes down quickly,

I rolled over with a small scream, doing my best to avoid the hard steel.

I fumbled around on the ground, reaching for my gun.

When I had it in my hand, the man jumped on me and slammed my back into the hardwood floor. The house was so old that dust jumped into the air, and swam around. I clenched my eyes shut and coughed until I could breathe again. I felt his boney hands wrap around my throat, his skin uncomfortably cold and white. I kicked my feet behind him and threw my head back,

The man let up his grip but didn't scream out in pain, his laughter only grew.

I grabbed the boy's hair and threw him off of me, his body collided against the wall,

Because,

His body actually went through it, clashing into the room next to us.

Dust flooded the room once more, and as the psychopath took longer than expected to rise back to his feet, I grabbed my sleeping bag and ran downstairs, contents loosley in hand.

I struggled to throw my jacket on as i ran down the steps,

A shorter figure stepped in front of me, and stuck his leg out, successfully tripping me in the process. I felt my world being flipped upside down as my rib cage cracked against the staircase. I coughed up blood, my heartbeat in my ears as I laid there motionless.

With my vision dark, i could only here throat-ripping screeching from the outside world,

Three figures stepped in my view of the door, I pulled my arms in front of me and did my best to drag my body away. I moaned out in a breath-less cry as I felt the rusted nails sticking out of the wood flooring scraped against my cracked ribs.

Something stopped me, whoever or.. Whatever it was, grabbed my achilles heel and dragged me back in the living room with one strong pull.

They flipped me on my back, blood dripped down the corner of my mouth as I did my best to control my breath. Hesitantly, I reached my hand up and folded my fist into a weak, shaky middle finger, my ‘fuck you’ to the world.

I heard one of them snicker before the tallest one leaned down carefully, dark red painted eyes peered into mine before he pulled off my mask. I had a surge of anger come over me, as I reached to kick him in the balls but he caught my leg, almost expecting it even. His grip tightened menacingly on my thigh, before he gave my cracked rib cage an almost impossibly fast sucker punch.

I coughed out blood on instinct, my body spasming. I held my chest and my body folded forwards, my knees to my chest. “F-fuck you..” I coughed, tears streaming down my face.

His hand, still on my thigh, tightened once more. Leaning close to my face, the stranger whispered..

“What.. do we have here?”

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dontbelasagnax · 2 months

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Ok fine! You’ve convinced me! I’ll learn how to draw specifically so I can draw codywan kissing, you’ve spread your gospel successfully

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How do you draw tho fr cuz I can doodle like, funky lookin birds but people is fully out of my depth send help

AAAA HELL YEAHHHH!!!!! LET'S GOOOO!!!!!

You've opened a can of worms asking me for art advice so *cracks knuckles* buckle up.

I sort of (only a little bit) use the Loomis method for easy head drawing. Here is a playlist of YouTube videos by Proko. Highly, highly recommend that channel for your art tutorial needs!

I start with a circle. For side profiles, I draw a line down the side of the circle to determine where the features will sit upon. I draw a triangular shape to mark where the orbital socket is. Around the middle point of the circle is where the jawline ends and the ear begins so draw a line there. There are proportion rules which are good guidelines when starting out in art but since I've been doing this my entire life, I have a feel for things and just wing it. That's to say, I put in a line implying the jaw based on vibes.

Next, I draw the eyebrows and brow ridge. Then the nose. I find I majorly base my proportions on this area so if anything is off, it throws the rest of the face off.

Then I draw the lips and chin... or in Obi-Wan's case, his beard. I will mark in his sideburns and hairline as well. Now, about ears: generally the top of the ear begins right around the top of the eyebrow and stops at the base of the nose. At this point I like to draw his eye, define the cheekbone, and refine the eyebrow. I'll finish scribbling in hair and that's it!

(Cody is much the same but I forgot to take useful progress pics 😂)

Extended Art Advice 👇

Tip #1: Draw lightly. Do not ever grip your pencil tight. This only leads to pain. You will notice I didn't erase at all. This is partly because I know what marks to make because I've done it a million times before and also because my lines are soft enough I can make lots of them and choose to deepen the ones that work.

Tip #2: Practice, practice, practice. Artistic skill is just loads and loads of accumulated knowledge and muscle memory from practice. This sounds boring but, in reality, you should make it fun.

Tip #3: Draw from observation/USE REFERENCE! The only reason I can get away without using reference when I'm feeling lazy is because I've drawn the same things over and over enough times it stuck. Aka I did lots of practice.

Now, to combine all these tips together, let's talk about how to use reference and how to make practice fun.

Reference is a huge aid when drawing at any point in your art journey. But I've found that in order to learn from what you're looking at, you need to think critically.

You obviously have something you want to draw. Reference helps you with that. You'll start out trying to draw what you see. Eventually you will run into an obstacle where you've messed up and things aren't looking good. This is to be expected. Every time this happens, think about what isn't working and find solutions with your reference. Analyze your subject to find your answers. Draw it again. Do not be afraid of failure. Each time you fail, you must look for a solution and this will lead you closer to your goal. This is how you grow as an artist.

I know, it sounds dreadfully boring and like a shit ton of work. It is a lot of work but you can make it fun! You love Obi-Wan and Cody so make Pinterest boards of Ewan McGregor and Temuera Morrison. Whatever you want to practice (may that be eyes, mouths, hands, hair, the face as a whole, etc) draw them. Ever hear tracing is bad? Fuck that. It's a perfectly valid tool to help you learn. If you're drawing digitally, pull up your reference in the art program of your choice, lower the opacity a little, make a new layer and trace what you see. I honestly find tracing to be very hard so when I've done this, I prefer to try to find shapes that will aid me when I'm actually drawing. If you're drawing traditionally, you can print out the photo and trace over it with a tracing paper or use a lightbox. You can also up the brightness on your computer screen and tape a piece of paper and trace that way.

Photos aren't the only references you can use! You can always look to your favorite artists' work and try to figure out how they do it. Often artists will break things down into more easily digestible shapes that will help you better understand how things work. Remember, if you ever copy or trace someone's art, it is for learning purposes only and you shouldn't post it. Feel free to take elements of people's art that you like and put your own spin on it though. For instance: I really love how this one artist draws men's tits so I studied a bunch of their art and now I'm much better at drawing them.

Oh and did you think you only get practice in while studying? Wrong! There's no reason you should shy away from trying to make the art you really want just because your skills aren't the most refined. Spoiler alert: you will grow the most when you push yourself out of your comfort zone. Draw codywan kissing. Draw it really enthusiastically and through profuse swearing and gritted teeth... but never a clenched hand. Don't hold back from the fun stuff just because it's hard. Aim high, land low, and shoot even higher next time.

In the beginning it will be especially frustrating. You'll feel like everything you make is a failure and nothing works out. You'll feel like you're not making any progress. Trust me, you are making progress and I believe in you.

If something really isn't working out and you find yourself growing distressed, take a break. It might last an hour or a week. Just take the break. Don't push it. Come back with fresh eyes and less stress. We all have days where nothing comes out right. Sometimes I can't even draw anything resembling a human face. It's okay. Whisper-yell expletives at your artwork and take the break. It will be okay.

With all that said, happy drawing and even happier codywan kissing!! 🧡💋🩵

#hope this helps!!!#(yes i did put my teaching hat on and break out my sketchbook to draw examples the moment i saw this in my inbox 😂)#ask box #lasagna rambles #my art #codywan

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drysdaleknieslee · 3 months

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omggg i am obsessed with your juraj works! could you maybe do one where you and juraj are out maybe with the team or something, and you get talking to this guy and juraj gets all protective and slightly jealous, so he takes you home and absolutely rails you into oblivion 🫢 thank you love <3

Thank you for loving my work (I haven't written smut and you guys give me a lot of practice 😉) I love protective guys so I hope you like this 🩵

I hope it's not too rushed at the end!

It was an annual charity for the Montreal Canadiens and there was a fundraiser involved every time. You and Juraj arrive hand in hand as you start to see the familiar faces of the teammates and their wives or significant others.

You smile and hug Arber and Stephanie and then of course Cole (he get's pouty if you don't) and you strike up a conversation with Kirby.

As the night went on, you taking group photo's with the wives and girlfriends, you nudge Juraj lightly. "Hey I'm just going to the bar to refill my drink ok?"

"OK, srdiečko, just be careful ok? There's a lot of people here" he says looking around nervously.

"I'll be ok Jur, I'll come right back."

I grab my glass and head over to the bar and order another drink. With the crowd that was in here it was taking the bartenders a while to get the drink out. And I didn't notice how cold it was in there until you felt the goosebumps on your arms. Your dress has spaghetti straps so there wasn't much to cover.

"What's beautiful girl like you doing at the bar by yourself?" you heard someone slur behind you.

You roll your eyes before turning around to face the stranger and your forced to smell the strong stench of alcohol and sweat. This guy was at least your fathers age, shirt undone from the partying, and eyes wandering all over you making you severely uncomfortable.

"I'm not alone" you try to say in the most polite way you can.

"I don't see no boyfriend. You don't have a ring on your finger," he tried to grab your wrist for emphasis but you snatched it away before he could, making him aggravated, "whoever he is I bet he ain't doing it right."

"That is none of your concern." Your looking for someone you know but everyone is wrapped up in their own conversation to notice your silent cry for help.

"You know it's rude to ignore company." he says before taking a step towards you but he stops. Arrogance is now replaced with fear.

"I'm so sorry srdiečko, didn't mean to leave you waiting" said the deep Slovakian voice behind you. Suddenly, you feel his strong hand wrap under your jaw before tilting you head back and initiating a heat filled, jealousy ridden kiss. Smearing your lip gloss. Juraj never broke eye contact with the stranger who's face was beet red at this point.

Juraj smirks at his reaction and runs his thumb across his lip for emphasis. The stranger throws his drink back before adding, "you can have the bitch. She would've been a quick fuck anyways."

Everything happened so quickly after that because all you know is Juraj threw a right hook directly at this guy's nose, followed by another, punch, followed by a crack signifying something was definitely broken on his side.

Security was called to escort the guy out as apparently he had multiple complaints against him already. Juraj looked disheveled before turning to you to make sure you were ok.

"Jur, I'm ok. Are you ok? Your hand has to be broken-"

"Did he touch you?"

"No. He almost did, but he didn't."

He was still angry but he relaxed a little after that. We called it early as Juraj's bleeding knuckles weren't gonna fix themselves.

The ride in the car was silent. Tension was there as Juraj's good hand was gripping the steering wheel and the other gripped your knee.

"I should've checked on you earlier-" "Juraj, stop. It's not your fault. I should've left or called for you. Let's worry about your hand first then everything else."

When you arrive home you instruct him to go to the bathroom and to wait for you. When you grab the first aid he's leaning against the sink with his head down. Upon hearing you, he lifts his head with the most solemn look.

You grab his hand lightly and dab a cloth with alcohol on it. He winces slightly but only for a second. He doesn't stop looking at you.

"I'm glad you're here. I hope you know that." he barely says above a whisper.

"I'm glad I'm here too. And that your always gonna be there to protect me."

You finish wrapping his hand before placing a chaste kiss on his lips. He deepens the kiss by wrapping his bandaged hand around your neck, moaning softly.

His hands move to the hem of your dress in an attempt to take it off before you stop him. "Your hand needs to heal Jur."

"I'm not made of glass my love, and I don't expect to treat you like you are either."

He knows the effect his words have on you as you, as you start to dampen and squeeze your thighs together, which goes unnoticed by him.

He lifts you swiftly before carrying you into the bedroom to lay you on your shared bed. His lips now make contact with your shoulder blade and down between your breasts. He hovers there for a second before blowing on your nipples, releasing a moan from you as your nipples harden.

He leaves a light kiss on your right while he begins to pinch the nipple on your left. Your back arches as he engulfs your right nipple in his mouth. After doing that, he switches sides, giving both sides the needed attention, but you needed him somewhere else.

"Juraj" you say as you choked on your own words.

"Yes my love?"

"I need you."

"Use your words," he says sternly. "I need your mouth, down there."

He removes himself from your chest and hovers over your face with a shit eating grin. "Say it correctly and I'll do it."

Your bucking your hips at this point and he's loving this.

"I need you to eat me out Juraj."

"With pleasure."

He gets on his knees and starts to lift your dress up. You lift to assist him. He glances up, eyes hooded and dark. You didn't wear panties.

"You better be glad we don't have practice tomorrow," he said darkly before bringing his face closer to your entrance. He starts to kitten lick you lightly, making your body jerk with each stroke before licking a long stripe up your entrance. You lift your hips with a moan at the sensation and he places his good hand on your hips to hold you down.

Nothing filled the room but the sounds of your panting and whines and his lewd noises. You grab his hair for leverage as the coil in the pit of your stomach starts to form. Your whines becoming more frequent, telling Juraj that you were close.

"Cum for me love," he says while inserting his index finger and curling it to hit your g spot. Your mouth drops open as stars fill your vision and you release on his tongue.

His lips are wet with your release as you try to contain your composure. "We're not done srdiečko. I think you have one more in you."

He starts to unbuckle his belt and undress and you mustered up the little energy you had to remove your dress. After removing his boxers, he collects some of your release, making you convulse lightly, as he uses it to pump himself a few times. His tip, angry and red and leaking pre-cum. You wrap your legs around his waist and he balances himself with one hand while he lines himself at your entrance.

He slowly pushes himself in, letting you adjust. After adjusting you signal him to move. He begins to gain a rhythm and his head falls back in pleasure. The angle that you're in has him hitting every spot every thrust. You notice his arm start to shake after trying to support himself.

You look at him and his eyes are screwed shut in concentration. He's trying to hold you up without hurting himself further in the process.

Jur, let me ride you. Your in pain."

He slows, still buried within you, as he flips you both so now you're on top. He released a sigh and a moan as now he is buried at the hilt. He's fully in you, and imprint in your stomach only makes him harder.

"You did well my love, let me finish," you say as you start to get a rhythm. Groans and moans now fill the room along with the sound of slapping skin. Your eyes rolling in the back of your head as this new angle has you feeling Juraj everywhere.

You start to clench and the grip on your hip tightens which each one. "Let's do it together."

With one last rut of your hips, both you and Juraj release a joined moan before you collapse on his chest. "We'll shower in the morning. Just let me hold you for a second," he said. Your eyes eventually close listening to the sound of his heartbeat. No matter what happens, you know he'll always be there to break a few noses for you.

#juraj slafkovsky imagines #juraj slafkovsky x reader #juraj slafkovsky

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bluegalaxygirl · 6 months

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The Vinsmoke family meet their niece (Zosan X reader) P1

Plot: While out shopping with Zoro and Sanji your baby girl Kuina gets tired so you take her back to the sunny only to bump into the three Vinsmoke brothers.

Warning: Violence, Blood, Injuries, bad language, Snakes, Needles,

Reader is female and for this i gave her the ability to control Snakes that come form tattoo's on her arms, she can change the size of them but they are also connected to her emotions, Kuina is 8 months old and has Sanji's eyebrows and blonde hair but your eyes and skin tone.

Zoro X Sanji X reader, Poly relationship, established relationship.

The streets were busy in the market as you walked behind Sanji, your baby girl in his arms showing her all the food they had to offer while Zoro held the shopping, Kuina was getting a little fussy in her Daddy's arms while he tried to pay for something so he bounced her a little to clam her down "Shhhh, it's ok my angel" he smiled down at her the lady behind the stall smiling at him "Oh she's so cute" the lady couldn't help but say as Zoro takes the bag. "Thank you, it's all thanks to this lovely lady" Sanji smiles at you as you walk over and take the 8-month-old form him "She's tired, I'll take her back, you guys keep going" you whisper as Kuina starts crying a little "Are you sure? We can head back early" Sanji brushes his hand over your cheek feeling bad about leaving you "No we don't have nearly enough for our Captain" you laugh as Zoro joins you two kissing the little girl on the head "I'll nap with you later baby girl" he whispers to the now sleeping baby in your arms before looking up at you "see you later baby" he leans in placing his lips on yours and you gladly kiss back. Sanji smiles at you two before looking down at his baby girl, she's so beautiful in his eyes, that blonde soft hair, her beautiful flawless skin, her cute button nose. "Sanji" you finally manage to get his attention snapping him out of his thoughts "Sorry love" he smiles a little embarrassed but leans in and kisses you "we'll see you back on the ship" Your cook pulls away pushing some hair out of your face before letting you go.

You hummed slightly while you held Kuina to your chest keeping her up right as she slept, the knitted blanket that Reiju sent was around her keeping her warm. You were thankful to Reiju for sending something, it made Sanji so happy that at least one of his family members cared about him and the baby. You stop humming when you feel something next to you only to look and see no one there, it makes the hair on your neck stand up. Kuina steers in your arms and as you look down to readjust her your kicked in the side, holding onto your daughter you tumble across the ground and hit a brick wall with your back as three figures approach you. Catching your breath you stick out your arm out about to make fangs with your fingers to release the snake on your arm when something pierces through your hand pinning it to the wall. Kuina cry's out as you scream in pain only to be kneed in the head, a serge of electricity runs through your body causing immense pain. As it stops you pant still feeling the sting but You try to stay contuse holding onto your daughter tight as not to drop her but everything start to fading and turn blurry "Really that didn't do it?" a male voice laughs, one that you recognize but you can't put your finger on it. "That's ok it just means she can take it" another man laughs as the sound of knuckles cracking gets closer, pain hits your face and everything goes black.

The sound of crying hits your ears and you can tell she needs you so you try and sit up still feeling groggy "I'm coming baby" you groan as pain starts washing over your body, you can't seem to sit up and your hands and legs seem to be pinned down while you lay on your back "Finally awake, it's about time" a male voice comes form over you, memories come back of what happened and you start to panic, your heart races as your vision comes back to see a man with red hair and sun glasses squatting over your hips, you know that face but what the hell is Ichiji doing here. You look over to where the cryings coming form to see a man with blue hair and goggle holding your baby girl in his arms, the blanket still around her, but he's holding her too tight "Niji" you manage to get out the man raising an eyebrow at you "please, your holding her too tight" you try to move but the red spikes in your hands and legs stop you form doing so, you also can't close your hand enough to make fangs to let your snakes out. The three man start laughing Ichiji stepping aside with a cocky grin but the man with green hair and head phones, Yonji walks up to you and knees down near your head "Do you think we came here to say hello?" Yonji asks with a glare as the other two stop laughing.

A tear falls down your cheek fearing what their going to do, you've seen how cruel they could be, and they didn't seem to care who they hurt. "Please" you beg making Yonji smile over you "Farther isn't happy, Born out of wedlock and born from a good for nothing" Yonji spits at you before standing and kicking you in the side, you scream out in pain as the other two laughs, Niji walks over handing you baby off to Ichiji and steps on your stomach digging it in "That's it scream, no one can hear you here" he laughs while you struggle to try to get out of the red spikes "Please don't... please don't hurt her" you cry out tears clouding your vision as you look at your baby girl. Niji growls down at you before kicking down on your leg and sending blue electricity through your body making you scream louder in pain, Kuina cry's get louder at hearing her mother in pain. Once he stops you pant trying to catch your breath as your muscles twitch form the shock.

As Ichiji holds the baby up in the air he growls annoyed at the crying "Will you shut that fucking thing up" Niji yells still standing next to you as Yonji walks over to the baby "Please... please" you yell out trying to get up only for Niji's boot to connect with your chest but you still cry out begging them not to hurt your daughter. "Give it here" Yonji takes Kuina out of his brothers arms and walks over to you kneeling down to you. "I have to admit, she's pretty... like her mother" he smiles looking you over before looking back at the baby with a scowl "Too bad she has his stupid eyebrows and hair, what's her name?" He asks making his brothers raise an eyebrow at him "K-Kuina, she's only 8 months please don't hurt her" you beg looking up at the green haired man. "Stupid name too" Niji laughs before kicking you in the side again, you hold back a yell as to not scare your daughter since she's so close it makes Niji more angry though and slams his foot back down on your stomach which makes you spit up blood. As you try and get your breath back Yonji runs a hand over your cut cheek "Why would you go for someone like him? You could have had any one of us... with being so pretty" he smiles down at you.

Ichiji walks over and places a hand on his green brothers shoulder "Come on man, she's damaged goods" the red haired man sighs watching his brother stand up "Yea your right, she's also used goods" he laughs as his brothers join in "Used by a good for nothing... i bet his daughter will turn out the same" Niji laughs holding his stomach. You grit your teeth, anger filling your body, you try to hold back but it slips out "Sanji is more man than you three combined" you spit through gritted teeth getting the three of them to look at you "What was that?" Ichiji asks his anger starting to show "I said... Sanji is more man than you three combined. he's a better man, boyfriend and Farther than any of you could hope to be" you yell, Ichiji's eye twitches and snatched Kuina out of his brothers arm holding her by her arms making her scream out. You don't know what came over you but all you can see is red as you rip your hand free of the long red spike and make fangs out of your fingers. The three look at you in shock as the tattooed snake on your arm slithers out growing bigger and bigger before letting out a loud hiss and slamming its head into the ground near them.

Sanji and Zoro had finally finished shopping and made it back to the sunny putting the shopping in the pantry, once it was all put away Sanji puts the kettle on as Zoro wraps his arms around the cooks waist and lays his head in his neck "I'm tired" The swordsman moan making Sanji laugh a little "go nap with our Y/N and Kuina then" The cook reply's rubbing the swordsman's arms that are wrapped about his waist "Come with" Zoro places a kiss on Sanji's neck, Nami walks in and smiles at the two before looking around the room "Where Y/N and Kuina?" she asks making Zoro look up form Sanji's neck giving the navigator a confused look "She came back earlier" he states only for a feeling of dread to fill his stomach as Nami shakes her head "No i was on watch until a few minutes ago, and she didn't come back" Sanji's eyes wide as the three of them rush out of the kitchen finding Usopp and Franky doing repairs on the side of the ship, if you did come back you would have had to ask them to move to get to your room. "Have you seen Y/N and Kuina?" Sanji asks in a panic the two looking up and getting worried at the cooks face "N-no" Usopp gulps as Franky stands up "Hay it's ok man we'll go out and look for them" The cyborg try's to calm panting Sanji while Zoro holds him, the cook having a panic attack at you and his baby missing "It's ok we'll split up and look for them, i'm sure there fine" Nami rubs Sanji back while he clings to Zoro trying to clam his breathing, The swordsman is worried too but he knows panicking isn't going to help so he pulls the cook away and cups his face "Hay, it's going to be ok, lets do as Nami says"

Quickly agreeing Usopp stays behind to watch the ship while Nami and Franky head off together to look for you while Zoro and Sanji head back to the market, they took a shortcut on the way back since the shopping was heavy, so they deiced to head the way you would have gone. Zoro held Sanji's hand as they jogged down the street looking around for any sigh of you, a smell hit the swordsman's nose that made him stop in his tracks, Sanji was pulled to a stop and turned to yell at Zoro only to see the swordsman's eye wide looking down an alleyway. Sanji walks closer and looks down to see a hole in the wall and blood, his heart almost stops at the thought of it being your blood "Are you two ok?" An old man asks stepping out of his house next to the alleyway. "What happened?" Zoro asks the man stepping back a bit by the swordsman's tone "I didn't see much but three guys in suits attacked a young lady and her baby then took them away. i don't know where though sorry" The man shrugs.

Zoro's heart almost stops, but he manages to grab Sanji as the cook almost drops to his knees shaking and clutching his chest feeling like his heart is going to burst "It's ok we'll find them" Zoro holds Sanji who clings to him "No... No not them" The cook whispers, The old man goes to speak again only for a loud bang to echo through the town along with screams. The two look up to see something move on the other end of town, they look at each other before running in that direction, as they get closer they have to push past people who are running away only stopping when someone slams into a building going through the bricks and landing in what looks like a living room. "Fucking bitch" Sanji's eyes widen at hearing the voice and a blue figure stepping out of the building cracking his jaw back in place "Niji" Sanji growls making the blue haired man look to see Sanji. "I'm guessing this is your brother?" Zoro glares getting out his swords, he never met Sanji's three brother but after hearing what happened after Sanji came back he wanted to kill them.

A loud hissing cuts them off as a snake head brake through one of the buildings lifting into the air, a red clothed figure inside its fanged mouth, Ichiji in its jaws holding its mouth open as the snake tried to either crush him or slam itself into buildings to hurt him while sounding like its screaming in pain and anger. Sanji goes to yell at Niji only for another snake to slither its head around the corner behind them, Zoro turns and sighs seeing its only your second snake. Their usually very friendly to the crew so it surprised him when it hissed at him and attacked, Sanji jumps back as Zoro blocks the snakes head bash "What the hell its us" Zoro yells pushing it away, It's eyes aren't normal as it looks at the three men, its pupil should be round but instead it's a very thin slit, he's only ever seen this once and thats when they were fighting in Wano. "What did you do?" Sanji yells having no chose but to kick the snake as it lunged at the cook sending it falling back and letting out a loud scream as its tail comes down on a near by building crushing it to pieces.

Ichiji hits the ground hard next to Niji getting the wind knocked out of him as the snake focuses its attention on someone else. "Your G-Girlfriends f-fucking crazy" he manages to get out between coughs of blood and trying to sit up. "Where is she and where's Kuina?" Sanji grabs Niji by the collar glaring at the man through raging eyes and gritted teeth. Niji glares back and grabs the cooks hand "Make her call them off" Yonji lands next to his brother kicking Sanji away as the two snakes raise up over the groups, their hisses grow louder almost defining as their fangs start to drip with venom, when it lands on the floor it sizzles melting the walk way a little. Zoro presses his back against Sanji as the cook gets up "Kinda hard to do that when we don't know where she is" Zoro calls out noticing the snakes acting very off, they would shake their heads before hissing their pupils gong form slit to round then back to slit. "Maybe we should just kill her" Ichiji calls out avoiding a drop of venom but Sanji runs at him and kicks him in the face sending his brother into the building next to them. The snakes shake their heads for a final time their eyes going back to round and venom stops dripping from their fangs, they look at each other before the one in front of Zoro lays it head on the ground slowly moving closer to the swordsman who sighs putting a sword away and patting the snakes nose "I know bud it's ok.. Where's Y/n and Kuina?" he asks as Sanji loses sight of his brother, the three managing to run off while Sanji, Zoro and the snakes were distracted.

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fishgirl514 · 3 months

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sonic prime s3 rewrite:

im going to try to fix a bunch of things i was unsatisfied with from the end of the story.

such as the whole “work together” lesson that sonic learned somewhere in the last 6 episodes really vaguely. also im going to fix sonic and shadow’s vague friendship arc. i might also take a crack at fixing knuckles the dread’s conclusion bc he was the most interesting variant lets be honest and he was nearly forgotten. maybe in another post. this is future me talking i spent hours writing this.

im also going to make the “we’re back home” ending WAY longer and actually have there be an emotional resolution for the #notgay “brothers”

and the most egregious sin (imo) of season 3 was the fact that all the worlds just. stayed. and that was it. huh????????

THIS WILL BE LONG AND MIGHT BE ASS IN YOUR OPINION LOL ITS CHILL. IM NOT A SEASONED DAY 1 FAN WHOSE READ EVERY COMIC AND PLAYED EVERY GAME AND KNOWS THESE CHARACTERS BETTER THAN THE WRITERS OR ANYTHING IM JUST HAVING FUN AND SHARING WHAT I THINK WOULD HAVE MADE MORE SENSE

THE SHARDS:

ok first, we have to go back in time a little bit. i think each shard should have been the heart of its respective world instead of just the random place it happened to be sitting in. the shards create the world around them, and whoever holds the shard of a world basically controls reality for that world. the shards are always originally centered on the palm tree of their world (the chaos council found their tree and stole the shard, this is why the tree is so important to the resistance, they need to return it to restore balance. NO ONE IS MEANT TO WEILD THE SHARDS, IT ONLY BRINGS CHAOS. THIS IS A CENTRAL THEME.) when a shard is removed from its world, the world begins to slowly collapse on itself. the more shards are taken the more the WHOLE shatterverse starts to become unstable. THIS is why the shatterverse begins to decay, not just because there was “too many portals” or whatever.

THE MOST IMPORTANT PART: when the paradox prism is fully recreated and brought back to its place in ghost hill, green hill will be restored and the shatterverse will cease to exist. it was created by the shards being split, bringing them back together brings the world back together into one.

sonic does not realize this at first. he finds out the shards are in different worlds and starts trying to find them all to put them back together, saying he needs to recreate his world, not thinking about the logical consequence for the shatter spaces. nine hears this and thinks he could create his OWN world wherever he wants using the power of the prism. he is wrong. (find out why later)

SHADOW:

for the most part, shadow is in the right about everything. his only issue is that like sonic, he doesn’t want to work together. sonic is too impulsive, but shadow is too stubborn. they learn to overcome this together throughout the series. while shadow is stuck speaking to sonic from the void, they are constantly disagreeing on what to do. shadow is being too bossy and demanding that his plans be followed to the letter, and sonic is making split second changes and forgetting to tell him. this at some point nearly ends in a MASSIVE disaster and they both realize they need to get it together. wasting time fighting is part of what caused this mess in the first place- shadow is also slightly at fault here. we do a flashback to the day of the incident and they agree to try to cooperate. it’s a little rocky, but by the end they’re fighting side by side in perfect sync, recognizing each other as valued friends.

NINE:

nine for most of the series can stay the same. an important plot point for me is his insistence that he is NOT tails. however, instead of this being something sonic has to learn is true, it’s something nine has to learn is false. when nine goes to ghost hill and sees the old tails, he’s unnerved by this hollow shell of a version of himself. while he is alone putting the shards back together on the mountain, he realizes that just like the shards are unstable fragments of the paradox prism, the shatter spaces are unstable fragments of green hill. he is a fragment of tails. this sets off a minor identity crisis on top of the realization that he is not supposed to exist. none of the shatter spaces are supposed to exist. that’s why they’re all so out of wack. no place is flooded and ruled by pirates, the boscage maze is a suffocating jungle, new yoke is a dystopian nightmare, and the grim is a lifeless wasteland. they all exist in a fragile state of balance and are already falling apart. they were already on shaky ground but have been on a direct path to destruction since sonic showed up. he still has hope in his ability to make the grim into his own world, but deep down he’s refusing to let himself realize the truth: even with the power of all 5 prism shards the world will continue to decay until they are reunited. nine takes the shards and leaves.

SONIC:

dear god. sonic. where do i even begin.

first of all, i would prefer to see him being a little less chatty and scatterbrained. i think a little of it would still make sense considering the story he’s living through, but in general he needs to be a little more tethered to his old unshakable self until it comes to the really important decisive moments. sonic isn’t an emotionless character, but he just seemed extra…. smushy..? idk this isn’t something i can articulate well ehe XP

i LOVED the parallels and flashbacks from seasons 1 and 2. where did they go??? i go crazy for a good parallel, so i say they keep happening in season 3. obviously. like of all the times to mirror the beginning, it’s the final fight???

i want to have the final battle directly and clearly parallel the fight from episode 1. this way, there can be a Moment where sonic stops to look back at his experiences and make the choice to do things the right way this time. to fix the problem he created he needs to fix his personal problem that created the problem. i want a very obvious scene where he finally finished connecting all the dots lets this lesson sink into his head.

speaking of which, let’s get back to present time and talk about the final fight.

FINAL BATTLE:

nine has all 5 shards kept far apart and protected, but still close enough for him to draw on their power. the world is decaying rapidly and he has to constantly use the shards to ward off the imminent destruction.

sidenote: at some point when nine is trying to pick off sonic, he sends the birds to search the empty space in the shatterverse. one finds shadow’s chaos emerald in the void and brings it out. shadow gets it back from the bird or whatever later. it was so weird that the void stopped being relevant and they just never got the green emerald back.

heading into the final fight, sonic is sad about nine’s betrayal, but he only gives him one chance to give up. when he and shadow confront nine, sonic tells him that the shatterverse is falling apart and no one has a home left to return to anymore. nine hesitates for a moment, he knows there is a chance that even with his enemies gone he won’t be able to stop the decay, but he refuses to give up. sonic knows what is at stake here and he takes it seriously. he doesn’t want to fight nine but he has no choice, besides, nine is hurting his friends, and that’s not acceptable.

sonic still isn’t sure what to do about the moral dilemma of wiping out the shatterverse to bring back his world. after all, wouldn’t that make him no better than nine? but right now there is an immediate threat: nine accelerating the decay of the universe by holding all the shards in one shatter space.

during the final fight (which i would also make WAYYYYY shorter) i would have him try to go for nine himself, thinking that he knows nine best, and is the most well equipped to defeat him. everyone else is on shaky ground with each other as alliances between the different groups, especially with the eggmans, haven’t been solidified. because of this lack of teamwork everyone struggles to fight off the robots nine creates.

sonic stops. he’s seen this play out before, and the stakes weren’t nearly as high. he is the throughline of the whole group so HE has to bring everyone together (“theres only one hedgehog they’ll follow into battle”). He gets everyone to understand that right now they’re on the same page, so they all formulate a plan together to keep the robots away and get the shards back one by one. sonic and shadow fight nine in person while everyone else collects the shards and brings them each to sonic and shadow, who use the power of the shards to help defeat nine. but when they remove nine’s power source, the world starts decaying really fast again. nine panics, takes the shards back and starts trying to fight off the decay, but it’s too much to fight anymore. he falls to his knees in defeat, he knows his goals were always unreachable. at first he lashes out at sonic, but then he stops and just cries.

he tells sonic how he just wanted a place to call home, even though he knew it wouldn’t be possible. sonic says that maybe it’s still possible to restore the shards to their worlds and stop the decay, shadow interjects that they need to bring back green hill, but nine says there’s no point in trying to bring back the shatter spaces. they’re beyond repair, and they were never meant to be in the first place (the others hearing this are shocked and uneasy hearing this). he was wrong to try to destroy everyone’s worlds to make one just for himself, at least sonic was trying to bring back his friends. but sonic comforts him and reassures his feelings and also apologizes for asking him to stop existing. but nine says that’s actually what he needs to do now. the only option left is to restore green hill. they’ll pour all the energy stores they have left into the kraken to get sonic and shadow back to the decaying ghost hill.

sonic tries to object, asking if nine is sure he’s ok with disappearing. nine says he won’t really stop existing, he and all his friends were always with him and always will be back in green hill. nine thanks sonic for always being his friend. here is the big brother hug moment. nonetheless, they all say goodbye (for now), and shadow and sonic head out of the grim.

RESTORING GREEN HILL:

blah blah there’s some debris and maybe they *almost don’t make it* but in the end they just barely get to the gateway in time.

sidenote: instead of shadow needing to go through weird side cracks to get through the gates, he is able to because of the instability of the prism energy not keeping him out the way it did before

shadow is almost blocked at the gateway. he’s pushing through, but the world is falling apart. sonic grabs the shards from him and tosses them into ghost hill so he can pull shadow through. shadow exclaims something about the shards and sonic says he won’t leave him behind. shadow is touched <3 (they’re holding each other desperately this whole scene and when they fall through, this is me making up for cutting the princess carry im so sorry i had to).

they get to the mountain, return the shards, and a huge blast of energy knocks them back. sonic opens his eyes and cue the regular sequence from the final episode. i liked this bit, it was such a relief to see the world put back together lol. after they fight eggman, sonic brings everyone in for a big group hug like he tried to in new yoke and says he has to go find shadow.

sonic asks shadow if he still remembers everything, and he does. sonic breathes a sigh of relief and jokes that he was worried all that friendship building effort had gone to waste, shadow gives him a (very) small laugh. he tells sonic that he may have started this by being himself, but he also fixed it by being himself. sonic whizzes around him asking if that was a compliment, and shadow says it’s just good to be back home. sonic says “it wouldn’t be the same without you. it wouldn’t be the same without ME either” to which shadow rolls his eyes and tries to hide a smile. sonic uses shadow’s shoulder as an arm rest as the two look out at the sunset. sonic says they make a pretty good team when they fight WITH each other. there’s a pause before shadow responds, “yeah.”

the next day goes on like it did in the real episode except shadow is there, and when the gang remarks on sonic’s odd demeanor they also comment on his suddenly improved relationship with shadow. the show ends like it did before with sonic about to explain but interrupted by eggman. life is back to normal, happily ever after the end.

OK THATS IT!!!! i hope whatever few people had the endurance and determination to read all of this enjoyed it, ive been writing it out for hours omgggg i could never write fanfiction i would die LMAO. i had such a clear vision of what i thought this season was going to be that i figured it wouldn’t take too much effort for me to write it all out. like i said before it’s definitely not perfect and i refuse to re read this for errors for 24 hours but i hope you enjoyed ok bye :3

#sonic #sonadow #sonic prime #sonic prime season 3 #sonic prime s3 #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonic and tails #tails nine #sth

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peachpitlover · 11 months

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Fineline

In which you’re leaving to visit your dad and JJ can’t hold back the hurt he feels to see you go.

You met JJ last year on your summer vacation, and it was the best summer you’d ever had. You came back to the Outer Banks for winter break and your relationship for JJ truly blossomed. Leaving to go back to school was hard but you stayed in contact. You’re on spring break now, and you managed to convince your mom to let you come to Outer Banks for a few days before going to your dad in Miami. This time though, saying goodbye is breaking your heart. You’re moving for college at the end of July, and you’re trying to get in all the visits you can this summer, and JJ just might not make the list.

JJ went to the hot tub to sulk while you started packing, you put everything in your car so you can head to the airport.

“I should go JJ,” you murmured as you stood at the edge of the hot tub, dipping your fingers in the warm water.

JJ has a beer in his hand and his sunglasses on his head as he stares at you from the other side.

“Don’t be like that,” you sigh in response to his silence.

“Just stay here, you don’t even want to go,” he argued.

“I wish I could just stay, but you know I can’t. It’s the least I can do. He’s paying my tuition.”

“Fuck him, stay here and you’ll go to community college,” he countered as he stood and took your hands in his.

“JJ please don’t make this even more difficult than it already is. I might be able to come this summer-”

“Might,” he emphasized.

“I have to go,” you started but cut yourself off as your eyes filled with tears. His harsh persona immediately dropped.

“Don’t cry, sweet girl. It’ll be ok,” he slowly brought your hands up to his lips and kissed each of your knuckles.

“I’m gonna miss you JJ,” you sniffled.

“I’m gonna miss you too, baby. But it isn’t goodbye forever, right? We’ll see each other again,” JJ’s facade was slowly cracking as more and more tears rolled down your cheeks.

You brought his hands out of the water and around your waist, you didn’t care about getting wet at this moment. You hiccuped slightly as you rested your forehead against his and closed your eyes.

JJ’s arms circled around your back and squeezed you to him, he was doing his best not to cry. But he couldn’t hold back when you sobbed against him. He couldn’t stand to see you cry, especially knowing that you may never see each other again. He brought his lips to your cheeks and kissed at the trail of tears; “It’s ok. We’re gonna be alright.”

“Now I really do have to go,” you smiled awkwardly and kissed him before wiping your cheeks.

“I don’t want you driving if you’re crying, sweet girl.”

“I’m ok to drive.”

“Promise?” he asked.

“Promise.”

“One last kiss and I’ll let you go,” he smiled. With one hand on your lower back and the other in your hair, he pulled you close and kissed you like it was the last time. Maybe it was, but neither of you wanted to say so. As you broke away, a little breathless, you pulled the sunglasses from his hair and replaced them with yours, tucking his up into your hair as you gave him one last peck.

“I love you JJ Maybank.”

“I love you, my sweet girl. More than anything.”

He would never let go of you, and there would never be a day he wouldn’t be wearing your cat eye sunglasses.

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ladychota · 9 months

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Pairing - Loki x Female Reader

Warnings - Angst, fluff, nightmares, minor injury (lmk if you want me to add anything)

Summary - Loki wakes up after one of his nightmares distraught.

Word Count - 1k

A/N - Sorry if this isn't the best, I had the idea at 2am and had to get it down

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You're awoken by deep, incoherent mumbling. You can feel Loki shaking next to you and immediately know something's wrong.

"Loki?" You murmur, your voice cracked and groggy with sleep. You hesitantly place a hand on the sleeping God's shoulder and give it a light shake.

"No... no Y/n... I'm sorry..." They're the only words you can make out before he returns to the confused utterings of before.

Loki's nightmares don't occur often, but when they do, they typically involve his time with Thanos or losing the few he holds dear to him; occasionally both. Every time you hear his strangled cries of fear it feels as if your heart is being squeezed. You want to help; you want to take the dreams away and endure them yourself... but all you can do is hold him and try to reassure him that it isn't real.

"Loki, love, wake up," You shake him harder, his face scrunching as his mumblings become faster.

With a gasp, his eyes fly open and he sits up, breathing heavily. It seems to take a moment for him to gather his bearings, but when he does, you're right there beside him.

"Are you alright?" You ask, sliding your arms around him to pull him to your chest.

But he pushes you away.

"No, no... you have to get away from me," He pants, eyes wide.

"What? Love, it's ok. It was just a dream," You hold your arms out, giving him the option to fall into them as he usually does. He just shakes his head.

"You have to go, Y/n," His voice is gradually getting louder, his breathing quicker. You're feeling more and more hurt; more and more scared... you're worried by his actions: he never speaks to you like this, never tries to push you away.

"Loki-"

"Please Y/n,"

"But-"

"GET OUT!" As he yells, green sparks are sent from his hands and hit you directly in the chest. They send you flying to the other side of the room, your back hitting a shelving unit. You land in a crumpled heap on the floor, a whimper of pain escaping your lips as books rain down on top of you.

Your brain doesn't allow you to move as you try to process what happened.

He... he hit you with his magic.

It must have been an accident. He would never willingly do that! Unless he did do it on purpose...

You stay still, your face pressed against the carpet. It feels somewhat comforting, but for a reason you're unsure of. Books press into your back, but you make no effort to move them. You feel as if you're paralysed with shock.

A quiet voice speaks up. "Y/n?"

You suck in a breath and lift your sore head up. Loki still sits on the bed, his hands outstretched and shaking as he looks between them and you.

He looks terrified.

Terrified of himself.

You've never seen him so scared. Granted, he's frightened after his other nightmares, but never like this. Even though the only light entering the room is from the moon outside the window, you can see how white his knuckles are, how he's trying desperately to keep his breathing and shaking under control.

You can tell he's fighting with himself: he wants to help you but doesn't want to harm you further.

"I-I'm okay, I'm okay," You try to reassure, scrambling to get up.

He seems to flinch at your clumsy movements, unsure of what to do. He clutches his hands tightly to his chest.

As soon as you're on your feet, you have to grab the wall to keep yourself upright. Your head is pounding on your skull, the world spinning slightly around you. You try to blink it away; you can't let it seem as if Loki's hurt you so badly that you can't even see properly.

Your swimming vision starts to focus. Loki keeps opening and closing his mouth, trying to say something but stopping short.

You take a cautious step forwards, but stop as you watch him move back so he's pressed against the headboard. Finally he's able to speak once more:

"Don't come any closer... please," His voice is hoarse, no doubt from fear.

"Loki, it's okay,"

"No, no it's not... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." He starts to cry, tears falling down his face in tiny waterfalls.

You want to jump into his arms. You want to hug and kiss him and tell him it's all alright. But he doesn't want you to come any closer. You don't want to heighten his fear.

He puts his face in his hands, your heart breaking in the process. You have to do something...

"Please let me come closer," You say quietly, tears of your own threatening to fall.

He looks back up at you, his face tearstained and blotchy.

"W-what if I hurt you again?"

You smile. "I don't care. You'll hurt me more if you don't let me help you,"

Reluctantly, he nods, and you run forwards, falling on the bed and wrapping his shaking form in your arms. You stay there for who knows how long, just holding each other until you feel him stop crying.

He sits up, inspecting you for injury despite the darkness of the room. You watch as his face falls.

"What is it?" You ask quietly.

"You're face is cut," He responds sadly, his thumb running over your cheek. You can't help wincing at the pain. "I'm so sorry, my love,"

"Lo, it's okay," Loki shakes his head at your words, looking down. You place your hands gently on his face and tilt his chin up so he's looking at you again. "Listen to me. It's okay. It wasn't your fault,"

"But I did it. I hurt you," His eyes well up with tears again. "I never want you to be hurt, least of all by me,"

"Blame the dream, not you. You have no control over your nightmares, even though I wish you did. I hate to think you have to deal with them,"

You bring his face closer to yours and press a kiss to his forehead, your lips lingering for a few moments longer than needed. He collapses back into your arms.

"You know," He says. "In my nightmare I... I... I killed you. That's why I wanted you to leave; I was so scared that I'd actually do it... but my fear got the best of me and I lost control. I really am sorry,"

"I know you are, love," You begin to play with his hair, your fingers running gently through the soft strands. "Please don't take this to heart. I love you so much,"

"I love you too," He mumbles in response, leaning up to kiss you.

#loki laufeyson #loki fanfic #loki #laufeyson #marvel #avengers #mcu #angst #fluff #loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki oneshot

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thatbigbisexual29 · 11 months

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Big Brother Hobie (Across The Spiderverse)

*hypes self up* Ok! My first fic I’m actually posting on this account! I made this a day after I saw the movie and fell head over heels for these two! Mainly Hobie, but Pavitr is such a gem and I couldn’t not write for him! I hope whoever comes across this enjoys it! And thanks to @gladdygirl18 who helped me out with actually posting this :)

Hobie was the big brother. Everyone can agree on that. Although he was a punk anarchist, he secretly cared for all his friends. Even Miles, who was a new face to the party, he felt extra protective of. But the people he was especially fond of were Pavitr, Gewn, and Peter B. Parker. He let Gwen crash at his place because she couldn’t go back to her own universe, so he took care of her. Plus, they loved to hit and scream their emotions into whatever song they jammed to. Pavitr wanted to be in on the punk rock fun, but he only knew how to play the Sarangi. He was very talented and skilled, but the Sarangi wasn’t the instrument for punk bands. They still let him come to their jam sessions! (Although he did try to hold a therapy session for the two once they were done.)

And just like Gwen, Pavitr liked to crash with Hobie on occasion. Hobie was more than welcome to let anyone stay at his London apartment, as long as they didn’t leave too much of a mess. Who was he kidding though? With all his Spider-Maning he could barely keep tabs on it. Until, the blessed, godsent Pavitr dropped by while he was out and cleaned the whole place for him. Hobie almost shed a tear. And Peter? Honestly, Hobie loved taking care of Mayday. And he loved her name. Peter would never admit it, but he talked about baby names with Hobie one night and that was the result. And he’s just a great babysitter too.

So, collectively, their little spider gang unofficially announced him as the ‘big brother.’ Hobie didn’t mind. It actually made him feel all nice inside. Not that we would tell anyone. Gotta keep that tough bravado, eh? But there were moments with his friends he could be soft. Most recent one was with Pavitr when he portaled in, still in his Spider-Man gear.

“What’s this, then? Just got done running the jig?” Hobie nodded to him as he sat on his couch, legs propped up on his coffee table with a remote in hand. He shut off the tv as Pav groaned and flopped onto the couch, chest in Hobie’s lap. Hobie huffed a chuckle, pulling off his friend’s mask and tossing it to the side. “Rough one, was it?”

Pavitr sighed and nodded, face hidden by a couch cushion. Feeling sympathy for the younger man, Hobie patted his back.

“I’s jus’ watchin’ the telly, want me to turn it back on? Background noise an all,” Hobie suggested, but Pav just shook his head.

“How have you been, Hobie? Everything ok in your universe?” Pavitr asked, turning his head to look at his friend. How the hell is this kid such a sweetheart? Hobie wondered as he reached down and ruffled his perfect hair.

“S’all cuppa ‘ere, nofin I can’t handle. Still coals and coke, but what else is new? S’going ons wit you? Got some pain in your noddy’s?” Hobie nearly barked out a laugh at the offended look Pav gave him. Scratch that, he did laugh.

“Excuse me?” he asked. Hobie chuckled into his fist.

“Do your shoulder’s hurt?” he simplified. Pavitr pushed up onto his hands and once he rotated his shoulders, he groaned and fell right back onto Hobie’s lap.

“Problem found. ‘Ere, lemme getcha.” Hobie sat up and cracked his knuckles, getting into position.

“Oh, Hobie, you don’t have to-” Pav started.

“Ah, hush. I owe you one. Now let your brova ‘Obie take care ‘ya.”

And with that, Hobie got to work, he kneaded his thumbs into Pavitr’s shoulders, smirking with satisfaction at the relieved moan that left Pav’s chest. They sat in silence as Hobie worked out all the knots in Pav’s back, going from his shoulders all the way down his spine. The only responses he got were satisfied grunts, groans, sighs, and hums from Pavitr as he melted into Hobie’s lap. The kid was really stiff. He must’ve been overworkin’ himself, Hobie thought, s’not good. I should tell him to calm it down. Before he could get a word out, he heard a small squeak come from Pavitr’s mouth. He looked over to see Pav with both hands covering his lips with his eyes shut.

“Oi, was funny? You havin’ a bubble at me? I ain’t hurtin’ you, am I?” Hobie asked as he leaned up to get a better view of Pav’s face. He didn’t look like he was in pain. When he peaked his eyes open to look at the older man, they had a happy twinkle to them.

“N-No no! I’m- fihihine! But, your hahands…” Pav looked towards his back. Hobie followed his gaze and realized both of his hands were placed around his sides. A mischievous grin crossed Hobie’s face as his eyes flicked back to Pavitr’s face. Pav looked back at him with an adorable expression that just said “I can’t stop you, but I’m gonna try to look cute so you think about not doing it.” Hobie smirked and pinched the back of Pav’s neck, causing him to squeal and arch his neck back.

“Y’know, s’rude to laugh at your friends, Pav,” Hobie purred close to his friend’s ear. Pavitr let out a string of high pitched giggles and grabbed handfuls of the couch cushions beneath him.

“H-Hobieheehee! Wait wait wait! Lehehet’s talk! Dohohon’t- eek!” Pav snickered then squeaked as the older male skittered his long fingers directly up his spine.

“Nah, don’t fink I will. You need some good, ol’ fashioned, relaxation, mate. And I know exactly how to get you relaxed! So jus let big brova ‘Obie… getcha!” Hobie quickly grabbed Pavitr’s sides and squeezed, drinking in his girlish shriek. He laughed and wiggled his fingers into the slightly pudgy flesh. Pavitr thrashed in his lap but ultimately didn’t move from his spot. Just awkwardly pushed himself up before falling back down and beating the arm of the sofa senseless.

“Hohohohohohohohohohohohobieeeeeeeee! It tihihihihihihickles! It tihihihihihckles so bahahahahahahaaaaaad!” Pav whined through his laughs, alternating which side he scrunched up so he looked like a belly dancer. Hobie let out a loud ‘hah!’ when he saw this.

“Oh yeah, show off ya moves, Pav! Should I get a beat goin’? Unce, unce, unce, unce!” With every beat from his mouth, Hobie would do rhythmic squeezes on Pav’s sides. One, two, one one, two, one, two two. This drove the younger man up the wall (hee hee spiderman joke). Pavitr did his best to fight back. This included weak slapping on Hobie’s hands and futile attempts to crawl away. Hobie simply pulled him closer and tickled his ribs and armpits at the same time, switching between the two.

“AAAAAHAhahahahahaha! Hobieheeheeheeheeheeheehee! Pleheheheehehease!” Pavitr begged. Hobie smirked and scratched his rib bones, earning another girly shriek.

“Please wha, Pav? Please… keep ticklin’ ya? I can do that! Or is it please… tickle somewhere else? How about… here!” In a swift motion, Hobie moved his hands from his upper body to the back of his quads, making claws and digging into the flesh. Pavitr screamed and his thrashing renewed.

“Oh, has I found a tickle spot? Right under your buttocks, yea? Mate, that’s kinda embarrassin’. I ain’t one t’judge though. It's hilarious how much you’re tryin’ ta fight me, kiddo. Was it people say when they tickle kids? Oh, roight. Tic-kle tic-kle tic-kle~” Hobie grinned like the Cheshire cat as Pavitr lost his mind. Finally, Pavitr rolled off of Hobie’s lap and crashed to the ground, reflexively thwipping both of Hobie’s hands together.

“O-Ohohokay that's enohohough! I’m relahahaxed! No mohohohore plehehehehease!” Pavitr giggled out, lying flat on his back and sighing once the tickling was finally over. Hobie laughed and fished his pocket knife from his jacket, slicing the webbing from his hands. He tossed the knife on his coffee table and leaned over Pavitr without moving from his couch.

“You alright, yea?” he asked. With a few giggly breaths, Pav nodded. “Good. If I had killed ya, Gwendie would have killed me. ‘N ah don wan that. But seriously, mate, gotta go easy on the Spider-Man work, you feel me? ‘S why you’re so tense. If you keep dat up, y’won’t be able to move. You get what I’m sayin’, yeah? You’ve got an honest jam tart, an das good, just don’t be over usin’ it,” Hobie instructed. He could tell Pav was listening, which was good, but the younger man did cock his eyebrow at the last sentence.

“But… I don’t have a jam tart…?” he said with confusion, looking around to see if he had accidentally brought something jelly filled from his dimension. Hobie snickered then laughed, holding his stomach.

“You are way too funny, man. Go take a shower, you smell.”

“Not as bad as you…” Pavitr mumbled, immediately bolting for Hobie’s bathroom.

“Oi, the nerve of ya! Get back here, ya hooligan bastard!” Hobie was up in a flash, thwipping Pavitr to the floor.

Needless to say, Pavitr got another good taste of what having an older brother is like. And Hobie got to mess around with a best friend. He could get used to being the big brother every now and again.

#spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spider verse #hobie brown #hobie spiderverse #spider punk #atsv pavitr #pavitr prabhakar #spiderman india #tickle #tickle fic #not a ship!#just buds being friends!#atsp tickle #across the spiderverse tickle

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feral-bunny31 · 8 months

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Ok ok ok ok so I’ve been reading a few fics/prompts of Danny Phantom having to declare war on the living (he’s ghost king ofc) and I’ve had an idea slowing forming in my head with each one I’ve read and it’s just how I’d envision that scene happening and I need to get it out so here goes (putting it below the cut bc idk how much I’m going to write) how it leads up to this, your choice if you see this and decide to write more/around it. Ok here goes:

They had 13 hours left of the 3 days King Phantom, High King of the Dead, Defeater of the Dark, Son of Time, The In-between, The Balance, The All Star, had given them. 13 hours. 13. The number of the dead, ironic really that that was the amount left.

He gave them 3 days to dismantle the Ghost Investigation Ward, to release their prisoners, his people. 13 hours left and they couldn’t get them to yield their ways. To give up and break up and release the dead they had tortured. King Phantom, no older than 18, gave them a warning and they were failing. War was coming and King Phantom warned them he and his infinite army of the lost souls of this plane and the in betweens were going to march.

It was his final choice to be made in his existence. His last option. His espoir perdu. He didn’t want to do this, he hated doing this but he had to and everyone saw it as his warning was broadcasted onto every possible screen in the United States.

2 hours. They had 2 hours left and they were giving up. Trying to get as many people to safety and shelter as they could. They needed to get the civilians to hide. Gods, there was only an hour left.

And as they watched the sky above Illinois- of all places- shatter and breaks like glass they saw the King emerge as the final seconds ended.

He was stone faced, no one behind him as he stood, floating in the shattered rift of the realms, the portal green. So so green. Swirling like hypnosis. Black armor draped over his body, a sword held tight, white knuckled at his side, a crown of burning ice drifting close to his head. His face was set, cold to those that see him that don’t know him. Expression hard except for the minute furrow of his brow, seen only by those that know him, that see who he is, white hair whipping softly around his face, casting shadows over his green eyes. Oh his eyes. They were the only thing able to show what was going through his mind. They held so much.

Years of experience, of pain, of loss, of suffering and sadness. Of struggling to be heard, to fight for his people and those of this earth. To keep the peace but save what he can in this destructive world. His eyes held so much words didn’t exist to tell what all they showed.

Calmly, slowly, deathly, his sword arm rose. Rose high above his head and fell. Fell until it was straight out, a signal that the war had begun.

Thousands of souls poured out of the portal, though they spared the citizens around not a single glance. They were vaguely human, some just skeletons, some races long since extinct. They only had eyes for the buildings that were beginning to scream. The voices of their prisoners rising until every single one of the Ghost Investigation Ward’s buildings rang with the rage and hurt and pain of those souls.

The army, still pouring from the crack between realms, only targeted those buildings. Flooding the United States searching for those buildings. Men in white suits poured out of the buildings. Raising weapons to the army and unloading everything they had, uncaring of the civilians they hit and the homes and jobs they destroyed, killed.

Then they noticed it, Phantom on the front lines, defending and protecting the civilians as he tore his way through the men in white, Agents they called themselves. Giant frozen Yetis came with him, tending to the wounded he had protected. They creates shelters and barriers of ice to take the wounded and heal them. Bandage them and cover the dead with soft sheets.

The army avoided and even blocked their enemies fire from hitting those shelters, from hitting the homes and jobs as best they could while still fighting. They were angry, rage filled that the Agent cared so little about civilians, all in the name of “getting rid of those ecto scum”

King Phantom and his army fought for 3 days, wiping out any Agent and their buildings that ever existed. Freed his people and made sure they returned safely to the realm of the dead, the Infinite Realms, before he and his army slowly worked on restoring the damaged buildings of the civilians. He gave the dead proper care, tending to the souls that had come back, sending them the portal after they said goodbye to their family.

And when all was said and done, he collapsed, beaten and bloody, into the arms of a god, a being that shifted ages, a clock shoved into his chest, was his chest, and sobbed. Sobbed for all the lives taken, even of the Agents. He didn’t want this, he didn’t want this death and destruction. He wanted peace, for his people and for the living. He was Balance! Why couldn’t he have brought balance peacefully? Why couldn’t he stop this from happening? He tried! Tried so hard to keep this from being a choice. He hated that he had to make this decision.

When everything was restored the best they could and wounded were healed and dead buried, King Phantom gathered his people, entered the rift between realms, and closed it. The one vision of the sky shattering like glass reversing and piecing itself back together, and the army of souls was gone.

Ok how’d I do? Thoughts? Comments? Concerns? Please let me know! I love the feedback

#danny phantom #danny fenton #king au #ghost king danny #possible dcxdp #my little brain worm finally formed its thought into this #enjoy :)

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godlessandwrecked · 2 years

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good bad luck | p. parker

the black cat — a master burglar who has come swinging into peter’s life like a fist, to snap him out of it with witty comments and breath-taking punches. even when he thinks he hates her, he absolutely adores her, and unfortunately for him, he’s failed to realize he’s falling until he’s inches off the ground…

PAIRING: peter parker (mcu) x blackcat! fem reader

WORD COUNT: 6k

CONTENTS: post nwh, peter’s pov, pining and blushy messy peter, some suggestive stuff but mostly sfw, a lot of cute banter and a heist? also, i mention the cat has white hair like once, but she’s completely self-insertable, just like the rest of my fics!

A/N: tried to be as loyal to the black cat as I could because I adore her in the comics, but I totally made her my own here for the sake of having a version that would make sense with a younger Peter :) first time writing for Tom’s Peter and I’m: scared. ok enjoy <3

Peter’s number one, most hated, vilest enemy he’s fighting nowadays is… biochemistry. And he’s losing, by a lot. Not because he doesn't possess the capabilities to defeat said enemy, but because New York City doesn’t give him a damn rest, and he’s exhausted.

In the few months he’s been in college, to no one’s surprise, he’s already managed to be late on a pile of assignments. He doesn’t have the time to work on them, and even when he does and sits down to get on with it, it’s like his brain won’t stop running.

It should be easy for him—he’s good at it and he’s passionate about it, after all—but he can’t focus on the task at hand. His brain keeps shifting back to the city, to the rooftops, to the people who need his help, to her, and suddenly his cheeks start heating up and he’s back to thinking of how good it would feel to swing around the city, with the sun behind him and the wind whizzing by, clearing his mind of everything.

Peter huffs, clicking the delete key on his run-down laptop until the two lines he’s managed to write in the last half an hour disappear from the document, leaving it blank once more. His suit stares back at him from the other side of the room, laying on a chair, the goggles on his mask ogling at him, as if begging him to please put it on and take it out for a stroll.

For a few seconds he thinks he’s actually going to give in, but then he shakes his head, reprimanding himself and murmuring a No. No, Peter. No. He can’t keep avoiding his responsibilities, he needs to get the assignment done. College is far too expensive for him to throw it all away just to swing around like a monkey. He’ll have plenty of time to do that later.

He accommodates back on his chair, cracks his knuckles, and is about to begin typing away when–

Tap tap tap.

His head shoots to his right, facing the window where the sound has come from, to be met with nothing but that—the window. Chastising himself for getting distracted once more, he returns to his work, thinking it must have been the wind, or a knocking next-door.

But as soon as he looks away, there it is again, tap tap tap on the glass.

He turns on his chair once more, expecting nothing again, but gives a little jump at what he sees, surprisingly startled.

A head hangs upside down from the top of his window, wide eyes staring at him through even bigger spectacles, hair the color of snow flowing in the breeze.

He furrows, “Again?”

She waves happily, still upside down, and points at the lock on the window, asking him to let her in. She could bust it open easily—she is the best cat burglar ever, after all—but she doesn’t want to get him in trouble with his landlord. Not again.

“What are you doing?” he asks, slightly annoyed as she jumps over the windowsill and into his one-room apartment.

“Aren’t you happy to see me?” she asks with that playfulness that comes naturally to her, even in the worst of situations.

“I told you not to come around here, Cat. Someone could see you.”

“So what? No one’s gonna think you,” a sharp fingernail pokes at his chest, “Of all people, are Spider-Man.”

“Wow, thank you. A lot. That’s really kind.”

“I’m joking, Spider. Who’s gonna see me hanging out of your window on a 4th story, anyway?”

“My neighbors? I don’t know. Don’t do it again.”

“Relax, Spider-Boy. I won’t,” she rolls her eyes, and he knows reprimanding her is of no use. She’ll do it again whenever she pleases.

Peter’s eyes follow her as she moves around his apartment comfortably, opening up cabinets in search of food, running her fingers over the notes on biophysical chemistry on his kitchen counter, straightening up items here and there. He watches with narrow eyes as she finds a pack of cookies and pops one into her mouth, sitting down on his bed.

How has this become his life? Two months ago they were kicking each other’s asses out in the cold, and now she’s laying on his pillow. He’s not sure if he likes it or it unnerves him, how naturally it comes to her to invade his personal space.

“What are you up to? Wanna go out for a stroll?” she asks, still chewing.

“No. I’m doing school work.”

“Okay.”

They sit in silence while he waits for her to get the hint and leave, but she doesn’t, just stares at him. So he stares back, blinking awkwardly, arms crossed, and then cocks his head toward the window.

“Oh, you want me to leave?” she realizes.

“Well, yeah, I have things to do.”

“I’ll be really quiet,” she shakes her head, a grin on her face. “You won’t even notice I’m here.”

Sure.

He’s probably going to regret this, but how can he tell her no? She’s not going to leave either way, and the more he presses, the more she’ll do the exact opposite. He knows her well by now.

For a few minutes, as he stares at the blinking cursor on his screen, he actually believes he’s going to get some work done, but he can hear the tapping of her fingers on the leather of her suit, the steady up and down of her breathing, and if he concentrates hard enough, even the fluttering of her lashes. It’s driving him nuts.

His brain is foggy, and he’s itching for that freedom only the free-falling can provide him with. And he’s thinking of last week, when they played tag over Queens, swinging and chasing each other around narrow alleys and crowded streets. It’s just what he needs, exactly what the doctor ordered.

Peter gets up from his chair abruptly, closing his laptop and already reaching for his suit, “Okay, let’s go.”

And they’re stumbling back onto a rooftop, giggling and out of breath. This in particular is the one they favor, one that overlooks Central Park, and a little further away, the Empire State, peeking its pointy head over the less impressive skyscrapers.

They sit at the edge, legs dangling off the ledge, watching as the sun sets and hides behind the buildings in the distance, recalling the amazing stunt she’d pulled by swinging off his web and landing flawlessly on her feet.

It’s funny how things work. She found out about his identity completely by accident two months ago, catching him half naked in an alley, all bloody, with his suit torn and no mask on. “I knew you were cute, Spider,” was all she said as she offered him a hand to help him back home, and ever since then, they’d grown closer.

Now that she’s on his side–at least, most of the time–he finds himself enjoying his patrolling nights. Their nights together. Sometimes he even catches himself looking forward to the sun setting, running back home from class, dying to get into his suit just to do this. And he likes doing it with her. He’d spent so much time alone, he’d forgotten how good it felt to just be around somebody, no matter how bothersome they are.

It really does mess with his head, because technically, he’s not supposed to like her. She’s been trouble from the start, and she’s made things more complicated for him countless times, but he has so much fun with her. And sure, if he doesn’t think about the morality of her profession, she’s the best partner he could ask for.

“These are really good,” he points out, scrolling through the pictures she’d taken of him mid-air on his second-hand camera.

He’s been selling pictures of Spider-Man to The Bugle for a couple months now. It’s a job he’d rather not do—after all, they do literally hate his guts over there—but it’s one he has to do if he wants to keep a roof over his head. At least, now he doesn’t have to tape his camera to a wall to take his pictures. She does the job for him.

“I have many talents.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” he says absentmindedly.

Her brow shoots up, “Can you, now?”

His slow brain doesn’t realize she’s messing with him until a few seconds later, when he sees through the teasing smirk on her face and her comment downs on him. “I mean, thank you.”

“You’re so easy,” she laughs in a bright smile that reminds Peter a little too much of pure sunshine, pointing out his reddening cheeks. “Anyway, wanna make out?”

“Wh- what?” he chokes out. Did he hear correctly?

“I said: do you wanna get takeout?”

“I don’t think that’s what you said.”

“I’m pretty sure it is.”

He’s sure his face is bright red at this point. Now he’s really wishing he hadn’t taken his mask off. She’s messing with him again, and he’s fallen for it, again. How embarrassing. “Why are you like this?”

“Like what?”

“Do you have a thing for me blushing or…?”

“You are just so damn cute, Spider,” she bumps his shoulder, leaning into him slightly.

She blinks slowly, her lashes fluttering softly, and Peter starts shaking.

Maybe not literally, but on the inside, it feels like every cell on his body is vibrating, shaking away, like turbulence on an airplane, and he feels like he’s about to crash. It’s too late to worry about a bad landing, because he’s already trying to shove his wildly beating heart back into his ribcage before it spills out through his mouth.

Fortunately for him, just as he feels himself shifting forward the slightest bit, before he dares do something stupid, she stands up in a gush of energy and leaps onto the ledge of the roof.

She walks along the dangerously narrow path, putting one foot in front of the other with cat-like grace, her arms spread out. He knows her balance is quite literally perfect, knows she would never fall, and if she did, she would land on her feet, and yet, he can’t help it, it comes out of his mouth, easy as breathing, “Be careful.”

She turns around to face him, a smile on her face that is as sweet as is dangerous; a double edged sword. “Would you catch me? If I fell?”

“Always.”

And he means it, of course he does. She’s the closest thing he’s had to a friend the past few months, the only person who has been around, getting to know Spider-Man, and now Peter Parker alike.

After losing everything he’d ever had, he felt lost, angry and lonely. And that’s when she came around, swinging into his life like a fist, to slap him back into the world of the living and fill him with something other than grief.

Those first few months, when he chased her around the city, hoping to catch her with her hands on the smoking gun, he felt alive again. And then everything changed between them, and she went from foe to friend.

Now he can’t think about patrolling without thinking of her. He can’t picture the night without an image of her popping into his head, with her bratty attitude and wolfish grin, about to make a comment that will turn his ears pink. But he enjoys it, how she fills up the silence, how warm he feels next to her. Sometimes that warmth is anger and annoyance, sometimes it’s other things. Things he doesn’t dare admit, at least not yet.

She doesn’t say anything at his answer, even though he’s well aware that it sounds more like a confession than an offhand comment. If it has affected her in any way that isn’t prideful, she doesn’t let it show, just smiles triumphantly.

She’s got him wrapped around her finger, and she knows it. And maybe he’s in deeper than he thought he was. Maybe.

•••

A week of absolutely no distractions and assignment after assignment has given Peter a lot of time to think about various things. He’s come to a few realizations:

He should probably not take off his mask when he’s around the Cat, just so he won’t give her the satisfaction of seeing him blush anymore.

College really is just not worth it.

He can’t live off of cheese strings and coffee.

College is not worth it again.

There’s a criminal organization in New York he needs to take down sooner than later.

Maybe he should’ve gone grocery shopping first, but he’s already barging into their shared rooftop, letting go of the web that swung him there to walk up to the Cat, already waiting for him and picking at her long nails.

“We’re gonna steal something!”

“Hello to you, too. Did you say “We”?” she grins, instantly intrigued. “That’s very immoral of you, Spidey.”

Normally, yes, he would find it immoral, but this is an exception. He’s been thinking about it for over a month now, and every time he runs it over in his head, it becomes more and more clear that he needs her expert hand if he wants it to be successful.

“It’s for the greater good.”

“Okay. What are we stealing?

“Just some records. Numbers. Proof.”

“Records,” her brow shoots up. “From whom?”

Peter kisses his cheek, dreading this moment, and whispers the answer through his teeth, almost inaudibly as he scratches at the nape of his neck. She gets a little closer to him, her inquisitive look piercing right through him, “Huh? You’re gonna have to speak a little louder. I don’t have your abilities, Spidey.”

“The Maggia.”

Her eyes widen. “The Maggia? Yeah, no, thank you,” she turns away from him and starts to walk in the opposite direction. “Already did that once and it was…not good.”

Maybe he doesn’t need need her help, but she is really good at what she does, and besides, he wants her by his side. Of course, he’s not about to tell her that, no need to feed her ego.

“Please,” he pouts under the mask, holding her back by her wrist so she doesn’t walk away from him. Begging doesn’t work with her, not at all, but he can try. “I can’t do it without you.”

Her stance softens at that, so she sighs, annoyed, “You know I’m all about being reckless, but not without a good reason. So what’s in it for me?”

“The satisfaction of knowing you’re going to help a lot of people by overthrowing organized crime?”

“Ugh,” her nose scrunches up in disgust.

“Why do you always need to get something out of it? We have a deal, don’t we? You help me sometimes, and I overlook your ‘visits’ to the Guggenheim,” he says, making air-quotes.

“Why do you care about that, anyway? I’m like Robin Hood.”

“You’re the British Museum at best.” She gasps, looking extremely offended for a few seconds, her hand over her heart, so he clarifies, “You don’t take from the rich to give to the poor.”

“Yes, I do. The rich being,” she makes a vague gesture with her hand, as if batting away some fly. “And the poor being me, of course.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works.”

“Whatever you say.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he shakes his head, catching her before she tries to divert the conversation. “Are you gonna help me or not?”

Her eyes roll, “Well, if I must…”

Barely a few hours later, once the sun has set, the crescent moon providing them with enough coverage in the shadows, they’re already on the go, towards the outskirts of the city.

It only takes them a few minutes to get to their destination, and once they do, they wait, watching the entrance of the property from their hiding place in the heights, observing in silence and coming up with their plan of action.

“Rooftop, you think? The skylight?” asks Peter.

“Yeah, that’ll be the quickest and safest way. You web me down, I’ll get whatever I can find. Nobody will even notice we were here. Easy as that.”

“Are you sure? I should go in with you.”

“No. They probably have security systems you won’t be able to recognize or avoid. I’ll go in. You keep watch.”

“I really think I should go in with you. What if–”

“Spider,” she interrupts him, getting closer to him until they’re face to face, inches away. “Let me do my thing. You don’t need to worry about it.”

Peter is not particularly fond of this plan, but she’s the expert at this sort of thing, so he follows after her, silently swinging past the guards patrolling the perimeter and landing on the rooftop unnoticed. Once they reach the skylight at the center of it, she pulls a pin out of her suit and starts fumbling with the lock with expert hands.

Nearly two seconds later, it pops open, “Ta-da!”

“Wow. You are really good at that.”

“The best,” she announces happily. “Alright, pull me down.”

They manage to create some sort of make-shift harness out of his webs, wrapping them around her waist tightly so he’ll be able to hold her easily and bring her in and out of the facility with no problem. Once they’re done, she jumps down into the building with no hesitation, and he steadies himself, bending his knees and planting his feet firmly on the floor to hold her up.

And damn her, because even now, as he slowly lowers her down the skylight, she looks beautiful, with the moon shining down on her, her body contorting on the web to keep herself steady, her doe eyes looking up at him, instructing him to go a little slower now, more to the right then.

The Cat has many good qualities and abilities, but Peter found out very quickly that the weapon she wields the best is her beauty—a perfectly angled knife that slashes through him, punctures his lungs and leaves him gasping for air. It’s the one thing he hasn’t learnt how to dodge yet.

“Spider?” she asks suddenly. “Why’d you stop?”

“Sorry,” he clears his throat and resumes his job in aiding her to rappel down. “Got distracted.”

“Why? Do you like what you see? Is that what it is?” she purrs, obviously trying to make him tick. He’s not falling for it this time.

“Sure. Indiana Jones could never,” he jokes, and unfortunately it’s true. He might have the style, but he doesn’t have the elegance nor the effortlessness of the Black Cat. “What do you see?”

“Give me a second. It’s too dark.”

“You can’t be too far off the ground, can you?” It’s just a warehouse. “Can you?” he asks again, but there’s no answer, so he tries once more, “Cat?”

No answer still. Was this part of the plan? Wasn’t he supposed to get confirmation that she’d made it in? Sure, they didn’t talk about that, but isn’t it a normal thing to check on? Now he can’t recall what they’d discussed and his palms are starting to get sweatier and sweatier by the minute.

She told him to wait and keep watch, but he can’t just sit back. He has no business getting so worried, so quickly, but he’s not the most patient person, and he doesn’t like a single one of the hundred different scenarios that are rushing through his mind right now.

So he jumps into the building, with no thought in him but his partner getting hurt or taken or worse. And two seconds later as he lands on a dark hallway, just like she said he would, he triggers some sort of alarm, and the whole building goes on full blast, blaring a high pitched noise, bright red flashing lights and all.

“Shit,” he murmurs under his breath.

Peter doesn’t know what to do except run, instead of back through the skylight, right down the hallway, in search of The Cat. Just when he rounds out the corner, running frantically like a maniac, he slams hard against something, sending him almost straight to the floor.

“Peter?”

“Oh, thank God, you’re okay,” he places his arms on her shoulders to ground himself, relieved once he sees her, safe and sound.

“What did you do?” she asks, annoyed, over the deafening sound of the alarm.

“You weren’t answering! So I came in.”

“Yeah, no shit.” Red light illuminates her face, matching her annoyance. “I was doing my job. You clearly didn’t do yours very well.”

“Uh, excuse me, lady, for worrying about you.”

“Get us out of here, Spider. Out, out,” she taps his shoulders.

They run back down the hallway, to make their way out of the skylight once more, and he’s wrapping his arm around her waist to swing them both out and away when-

A bullet whizzes past them, making them jump.

“Holy fu-”

“You!” Two burly men in suits are sprinting down the corridor towards them, guns pointed, fingers on the trigger and ready to shoot again.

Peter tugs at her hand to get her out of there, but she steps in front of him instead, on the line of fire.

“Watch out! Faulty construction!” she yells out in a mocking tone, and somehow, the whole ceiling panel ahead of them breaks away and tumbles down onto the men, knocking them down and burying them under plaster. “Oops!”

Peter’s eyes widen, weirdly impressed. Those bad luck powers truly are something.

And as soon as he’s about to praise her and her little stunt, a whole group of mobsters round the corner, marching at them with all kinds of weapons ready to fire. They’re way too many to fight on their own, so like real heros do in times of trouble, they make a run for it.

“Hold on tight!” His arm wraps around her waist as her legs wrap around his, and Peter leaps out of the skylight, carrying them both out into the night.

A bullet whizzes by way too close to them, cutting through the air and making his hair stand on end as he shoots out a web to propel them towards the edge of the building. He jumps off the railing, the arm around her tightening its grip, and for a couple of seconds where time stands completely still, they’re free falling, and falling, and falling, until Peter shoots out another web, preventing them from slamming onto the pavement.

He swings them back to his apartment, his mood souring further the closer they get, guilt starting to creep in as the adrenaline washes away. Perching her gently on the window ledge, he allows her to crack it open and let them in easily, too defeated to even try to argue about it.

He rips his mask off as soon as he steps in, throwing it across the room carelessly. “Damn it,” he barks frustratedly, kicking the floor. “I messed it up, didn’t I? I almost got us killed.”

“You did,” she nods her head, adjusting the fur on her collar. “But it was fun. A little run in with the mob is always good. Could’ve gone worse.”

“Fun? They were firing multiple guns at us. That wasn’t fun, that was insane!”

“Spider-”

“That was all my fault! I almost- How could I be so stupid?”

“I can assure you, you can get stupider. it wasn’t that big of a deal,” she tries to cut in again, but Peter keeps on frantically pacing, his breathing getting agitated, his face blotchy.

“I didn’t listen. I should’ve listened to you.”

“Don’t worry about that.”

“Oh my god! I put you in danger! I fucked up and I put you in danger and it was all for nothing-”

“Peter!”

Now, that shuts him right up.

“I swear to God, you better shut up right now.”

But he’s so caught off guard that he wouldn’t be able to speak even if he tried.

Peter.

She has never called him that. Never by his name. Always Spider, sometimes Spidey, other times any weird name that crosses her mind. Never Peter. And he doesn’t understand why he’s so shocked by it, but he guesses it’s because it’s been a while since he’s heard his name coming out of the mouth of a friend.

And the realization is soul-crushing.

He’s too preoccupied with that to process anything else she’s saying or to notice how she’s ruffling through her pockets in search of something.

“Hey!” she snaps her fingers to get his attention. “Who said it was for nothing, huh?” she purrs, a smirk on her face, and in her hand, between her index and thumb, a shiny, silver pendrive, glinting in the dim light, like the final quest reward in some videogame.

He takes it from her and studies it in his hand, fascinated with the little token and even more fascinated by her and her abilities and how she somehow keeps surprising him again and again. “Cat, I could kiss you right now.”

“All in its right time,” she laughs, sitting beside him on the end of his bed, her hand on his shoulder. “I told you I had your back if you had mine, didn’t I? When I found out,” she points at his face. “I meant it. Don’t beat yourself up. We did this together. I know you don’t like me most of the time, but-”

“Don’t say that. I do. Like you. All of the time.”

How could he not? Even back when he thought he hated her, he adored her. Cherished every second they spent together, throwing punches and kicking each other in the shins, throwing witty and snarky comments back and forth like daggers.

Bold and brass, she’d shaken him awake from a deep slumber. Not gently like the warmth of the early morning sun on your closed eyelids would, heating up your chilling bones; but more like the punching shock and the grimace that follows after sucking on a lemon. Or getting kicked in the mouth, those terrible seconds when you notice that rusty taste on your tongue and you check in fear if you’ve still got all of your teeth.

That's how she makes him feel, which is not a pretty picture, but somehow explains it perfectly.

“That’s very sweet of you, lover,” she says with a fond smile. “I like you too, even when you’re scolding me for being a master at my craft and looking good while doing it.”

“Ha-ha,” he fake-laughs despondently. His hand finds hers on her knee, and he interlocks their fingers, squeezing reassuringly. “Is that really what you think? That I don’t like you?”

“Not really. I’ve seen your cheeks turn bright red enough times to know it’s not exactly anger. But…”

“What is it?”

“I dunno. I feel like there is a side of me you can’t get behind, and that really bothers me,” she says honestly, in a tone he’s not used to hearing from her. “This is not a game to me. You know that, right? I know I say I’m having fun all the time, but really, I do have my reasons for doing this. I’d much rather be in college, like you are.”

The breaking and entering, the robberies, the fights, the getting acquainted with the wrong people. Of course he knows there’s a reason behind all of it. She’s young and on her own. He doesn’t know what brought her to this point, but he understood from the beginning that she’s just looking out for herself.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “If I ever made you feel bad about that. I know you’re just doing what you need to do. We all are.” They just have different ways to it. But he can’t judge her for that.

“It’s okay,” and her smile is back. Sunny and undefeated. “You couldn’t bring me down if you tried. I’ll beat your ass.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” he laughs with her, and it flows easy and free, his chest feeling lighter, his hand still on hers.

But then the laughter dies down, and the silence settles in, and they stare at each other with nothing to say for once. They’re sitting way too close together. The faint fragrance of her perfume–something sweet and floral he hasn't had the chance to indulge in until now–fills up his nostrils, making his head spin.

Tentatively, he reaches up, his gloved hand meeting the side of her face, and he expects her to pull away, make some comment about him keeping his hands to himself. But surprisingly, she gets even closer, nuzzles into his touch, and he’s suddenly wishing he wasn’t wearing his suit, just to feel her warm cheek under his fingers.

“Can I?” he simply whispers.

Their eyes meet, and she nods coyly, giving him the green light to move forward. His fingers clasp around her goggles, perfectly fitted to her face, and he pulls them off, slowly.

She once said she wore them only for theatrics, not to actually hide who she was, because she was too pretty for that, and besides, no one would ever catch her. Peter wasn't too sure about that, but he agreed on the former.

He’s never seen her without them, and even if they don’t do much in covering her face, it feels weirdly intimate. Like some sort of metaphorical mask; a veil that’s being lifted to reveal truths, ones that he suspects have been ready to be uttered for a while now.

And it’s like he’s seeing her for the first time all over again.

He remembers the shock, the awe, the intrigue. It still feels fresh in his mind, imprinted there, the way it does when someone makes one hell of a first impression. He recalls every single move she’d made during that first fight, every punch she’d thrown, every kick he’d received.

And yet, all of it dissolves into nothing but feelings and sensations, faint memories, because the girl in front of him–the girl he’s seeing–is not The Black Cat, infamous master burglar. He’s seeing her, just the girl, more akin to him than he’ll ever know.

The girl, who fills his nights with giggles and joy, amidst the blood and the bruises and the darkness.

Sure, she enjoys teasing him, toying with him, pressing all the wrong and right buttons. Her presence is intoxicating in all senses of the word. Most of the time, he finds her extremely annoying, especially when she goes a little rogue, but he wouldn’t trade her company for anything. She fills up all the empty spaces in his life left by the people who are gone, and the ones that no longer know him. But she does–know him. He’s gotten the chance to start over, with her, a blank slate.

He’s afraid he’s given her too much of an in into his life, and having someone know about his identity again is terrifying, it strangely feels like he’s doing it all over again. He just hopes history doesn’t repeat itself, and although he’s learned to not take anything for certain, the one thing he knows is that he wants her here, by his side. He wants her.

He can pinpoint that feeling now, clear as day. It’s that very last second playing roulette, when you see it’s about to land on red after you’ve bet all of your money on it.

He might have just gotten lucky.

Before he knows it, he’s leaning in, and after a beat of a heart, his lips are on hers.

She doesn’t pull away, just leans into it, letting him take the reins of the kiss, his hand cupping her cheek, her hand wrapping around his wrist. She presses on a little closer, her other hand falling onto his thigh that’s brushing against hers on the bed, tainting the kiss with a fervor unfamiliar to him. He welcomes it gladly, allowing her to climb onto his lap, his hands coming to rest on her waist, pressing her body against his as she lays him on his bed.

Her kiss is tender, and strangely sweet considering she’s sitting on top of him, but not gentle–more so, demanding. He’s tempted to move his hands on her waist a little lower, explore every inch of that damned leather suit, but he doesn’t dare move them, just keeps kissing her. It’s only when her hands start snaking down his body and her lips move down his jaw and neck to plant open-mouthed kisses there that he snaps out of it

“Wait, wait,” he pulls away, holding her face in his hands. He can’t believe he’s saying no to a girl already in his bed–even if it’s the stuff of his wildest fantasies and a younger version of him would smack him on the back of his neck–but he wants to do this the right way. He owes her that. “I really like you.”

“I can tell,” she assures him with half a smirk, her eyes drifting down between their bodies.

But he doesn’t blush this time, not even under her scorching gaze. “And I really, really want to keep kissing you.”

“Okay,”

“But I really, really care about you, so let’s not jinx it?”

“You really just don’t like fun, huh?” she sighs.

He laughs, sitting up to rest his forehead against hers, his nose gently grazing hers, his hands flat on her back. “I wanna be with you, Cat,” he whispers.

She just studies him silently, pondering his words, her mind surely working through a hundred different scenarios and outcomes. “You’re too good for me, Peter.”

By the way she’s looking at him, he can almost hear her next words in the silence. I’m not a hero. I’m not some broken toy you can fix. I’m a thief, proudly so. And I’ll always be one. You can’t change that.

And that’s the thing: he doesn't want her to change. He’ll take the good with the bad, the shiny and the rusted. He likes her as she is. Even if she does not understand boundaries, even if she’ll go to the ends of the world just to see him blush at one of her dirty comments.

Most of the time, she represents everything he’s trying to fight, but it’s like every single time he thinks he can’t see past it, she surprises him with some small, little confession in the midst of some casual conversation that hits too close to home. He can’t help but feel like there is more to her. There is something hidden under the leather and the pout and the pretty face and the witty, flirty comebacks, and he’s more than willing to uncover it all, if she’ll let him.

“What if it doesn’t work?” she asks, their bodies still tangled together on his bed. “What if it ends up horribly and I’m just someone else you have to lose?”

Peter places the softest of kisses on her forehead.

She looks so sad, and he gets it; he really does after losing everybody. This lifestyle is not easy, and it’s hard to let people in. Fear eats away at you slowly, until you’re left with nothing, all jagged and sharp edges, with a “Danger. Do not touch.” sign printed on your chest.

But it’s been a year already, a very long year, and he’s already gotten a taste of what a second chance might look like. If he thinks back on everyone who has ever loved him, he knows he can’t let her go. He wants to try his luck.

After all, she came in right when he needed her the most, and if that’s not good luck, he doesn't know what is. It’s a lonely life, the one they’ve chosen, but it’s theirs, and they have each other now. She’s got his back, and he’s got hers.

“I’ll always be there to catch you, remember?”

Both her hands come up to his face, and a second later, she’s kissing him again, with the same passion from that first kiss, but still gently, confirming everything Peter needed to know. That she might be the one–the one who sticks around, who understands him.

She pulls away, with a smile threatening to break free on her face, and whispers against his lips, “You’ll have to let me go about my business, though. You know that.”

His whole face lights up wtih a silly, shit-eating grin. “Don’t I already do that?”

“Alright,” she hums in agreement, tilting her head like a kitten with glossy eyes. “Can we keep kissing now, or…?”

“Yes.”

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SMUT PROMPT WRITING CHALLENGE

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30 Days of Bad Omens- Argue

A prompt fic for 30 Days of Bad Omens by @signs-of-ill-portent

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Prompt # 77. “keep it up, you won’t like the situation you end up in”

Pairing: Noah x Isabel (ofc)

CW: Dominant/submissive dynamic, caretaking-ish, blowjob

Noah doesn’t like to argue. He’s grown a lot through therapy and meditation. He is usually slow to anger and very conscious about his breathing. Except for this moment. His shoulders tense as he cracks his knuckles. He bites down on his lip hard forcing himself to swallow the sarcastic remark. The taste of copper fills his mouth.

Tonight she’s relentless with her tongue…but not in the way he would prefer with her on her knees begging for his cock. Working her majestic tongue sucking him off.

No, he came home to her drunk on a bottle of wine with her best friend Sasha. Sure he wasn’t supposed to be home for a few hours but that’s no excuse for her foul mouth.

“Sasha, I think it’s time for you to go,” Noah says flatly as he opens the front door. He gets an Uber for Sasha.

“But we just-”

Noah cuts off Sasha’s pathetic whining. “5.”

“Really Noah?” His girlfriend Isabel sneers. “She just got here.”

“Bullshit.” Noah cracks his jaw. “4.” Sasha huffs.

“FineI’llgetmystuff.” Sasha slurs swaying when she rises from the couch.

“No, please stay Sasha.” Isabel grabs Sasha’s wrist pulling her back to the couch.

In an instant, Noah is standing over Isabel on the couch. “Keep it up, you won’t like the situation you end up in.” Noah turns to Sasha softening his voice.

“It’s time to go Sasha.”

He offers Sasha his hand which she quickly grabs pulling herself from the couch. Noah wraps his arm around Sasha's waist to keep her upright as they walk in tandem to the kitchen for her purse.

“The Uber is here for you. Drink some water and rest, ok?”

“Thanks.” Sasha hiccups. Noah walks her to the Uber and watches as the car drives off into the night.

Noah shuts the front door and turns to find Isabel leaning over with her head in her hands. Noah grabs a bottle of water and a box of leftover pizza from the fridge. He grabs a liquid IV drink packet from the cabinet.

Noah sets down the pizza box on the coffee table and hands Isabel the water and hydration packet.

“Eat and drink all of this. I’m going to shower.” Without another word, Noah walks to the bathroom.

Noah takes a long hot shower to calm his nerves and give Isabel time to follow his directions. Noah dries his hair with a towel and dresses in a tee shirt and sweats.

Noah walks into the living room and finds a pizza slice missing, an empty water bottle, and a passed-out Isabel on the couch snoring softly. Noah picks Isabel up from the couch and carries her to their bed. He gently lays her on the bed, unfastens, and pulls off her jeans. Then he lifts the covers and carefully pulls her to her side of the bed. He tucks her in and then crawls into bed beside her. Her soft snores lull him to sleep.

Noah wakes before his alarm. He sits up to find Isabel still fast asleep. He knows the first thing she will do is scroll through social media when she wakes so he texts her the plan for today which also includes the consequence of her actions yesterday.

Noah and Isabel have been together for a few months. She was the one to approach him about shifting their relationship into this dynamic. They discussed boundaries, rules, safewords, consequences, and aftercare.

Noah pours himself a cup of coffee as he waits for the eggs to cook. His phone dings.

Isabel: Good morning sir. Yes, sir, I understand and accept.

Noah:: Very good.

Noah sets out two plates of food on the small round table beside the coffee cups as Isabel shuffles into the kitchen dressed in Noah’s favorite pajamas: his original Bad Omens band tee. Nothing quite boosts the ego like his girl wearing his merch. The hem of the shirt hit just at her thighs.

Isabel starts to rummage through the refrigerator leaning over slightly exposing the slightest curve of her ass. Although Noah could stare at his girl in this position all day he controls himself.

“Stop. Come here, pretty girl.” Isabel turns and pops open her mouth to respond out of habit, but Noah quickly cuts her off.

“Shhh.” Noah puts a tattooed finger to his lips locking eyes with Isabel across the room.

With the same finger, he points down at the space in front of the table by his legs. She stands in silence for a few seconds and processes his silent request. Her eyes spark as the realization strikes. She walks over to where Noah is pointing. She glances at the space where the chair should be then and at Noah. Noah scoots back in his chair, spreads his legs wide, and pats his thigh.

“Sit.” Noah watches as Isabel’s mouth pops open again and blush colors the freckles on her cheeks.

“Don’t make me say it twice,” Noah’s voice rumbles soft and deep. Isabel quickly settles down on his thigh.

“Atta girl,” Noah whispers into Isabel’s ear. “Since I can’t trust that pretty mouth of yours. I’m going to use it.” Noah scoops eggs on the fork and presents Isabel with her food. She opens her mouth to him accepting the food. Noah takes a bite of his food and then feeds her again. He brings the straw of her favorite iced coffee to her lips and she slurps it down. Noah chuckles softly when she has her fill.

“What a thirsty girl you are.” Noah entangles his fingers into her hair. “Straddle me, pretty girl. I know you are wet for me.”

Isabel adjusts quickly and mewls at the contact of her pussy with his rough denim jeans. Noah grabs a fist full of her hair and pulls her head back to him.

“You know what to do.” He kisses her temple as she grinds against him. His other hand snakes up her shirt and cups her breast. Isabel bites her lip to muffle a moan. He moves to grip the root of her hair.

“You’re close I can feel it.” Noah pinches her nipple and Isabel throws her head back into him eyes fluttering.

“That’s it.” Noah’s hand moves from her nipple to between her thighs circling her clit. “Come for me, baby.” Isabel spasms at his touch. Isabel screams his name as she soaks his pants. As the haze from her orgasm clears she covers her mouth with her hands and shoots up from Noah’s leg.

“Look what you did.” Noah points to the wet spot on his pants. Isabel’s cheeks flame red and her gaze drops to her feet. “I need to teach that mouth of yours a lesson anyway.”

Isabel kneels between Noah’s legs as he unzips his pants and pulls his hard cock from his boxers. Isabel quickly gets to work stroking his cock base to tip with her hands.

“Open up.”

Noah grabs a hand full of her hair and yanks forcing Isabel to open her mouth. He’s relentless when he forces himself down her throat. This is her favorite game to play so he knows she can take all of him.

He thrusts into her faster finding the perfect tempo for her to work her magical tongue. She hallows her cheeks sucking him harder. Noah groans and presses her head against him. She moans against him as she digs her nails into his thighs. Despite the layer of denim Noah can still feel the pinch. Isabel gags slightly when he bottoms out in her throat. She gleefully swallows and licks his cock clean. Her eyes shine when he looks down at her as he tucks himself back into his boxers.

“Good girl. What did you learn today?” Noah offers Isabel his hand and pulls her up to sit on his lap. He wraps his arms around her waist.

“Sorry for yesterday. I realize what I said hurt you. I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s ok, baby. I just want you to know that your words have meaning regardless of your mental state.” Noah pulls Isabel closer and chuckles softly. “Sasha is wild when she drinks.”

Isabel’s angelic laugh rings through the apartment. “You have no idea.”

[PART TWO] [PART THREE]

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