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linos-luna · 1 month

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Hi gorgeous 💞

I hope you're doing well (I was worried af)

If it's not too much to ask but my birthday is on 14th March so can you write a yandere hyunjin x f reader smut where the reader who is already held hostage is given a gift by hyunjin (just surprise me with your writing girl)?

I would seriously appreciate it from my heart ❤️

Wanna see a manipulative, toxic and delusional hyunjin in love with me 😩

Bye 👋

Sorry it’s late! I’ve been so busy! 😭

Happy late birthday 🎊

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Work of Art 🔪

Yandere!Hyunjin x Reader

Warnings: Yandere!, 18+, slight Stockholm Syndrome?, Slapping, Hair pulling, Emotional manipulation

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It’s been two months. Two months since you lost your freedom. Hyunjin was obsessed. He wants you to keep you in his home forever. If he goes out, he handcuffed you to the bed frame. Although lately he hasn’t done that. Probably because now you don’t move. You seemed to have given up on trying.

The days blended together so you didn’t even realize that today was your birthday. You stayed in bed until noon, only waking when some light from the window hit your face. You sat up, only to see Hyunjin standing at the door. Watching.

“Good morning, my love.” He said with a soft smile. “Today is a special day!”

“What….?” You mumbled.

“How could you forget?! It’s your birthday, silly!” He chuckled while going to you and leaning in to kiss you.

You were silent, actually surprised that you forgot your own birthday.

The man stroked your hair as he waited for your kiss although you didn’t budge. This seemed to frustrate him and he pulled your hair so your lips touch his. “Y/n!” He whined.

Reluctantly, you kiss him. He bit your lip and kissed you with lots of passion.

Sure you kissed back but not with as much vigor as him. This only hurts his heart.

“Y/n! I don’t understand…” he whined. “why…? Why won’t you love me like I love you!”

“Hyunjin, you kidnapped me!”

“Because I love you!”

“This isn’t love!!” You interrupted. “This… this is hell!”

“No no no… i-I’m sorry! It shouldn’t be!” Hyunjin frowned and dropped to his knees while holding your hand. “I only wanted to show you love and cherish you. I want to spoil you!”

“Hyunjin—”

“I’m sorry, y/n…” He pouts, giving you sad eyes, “I-i never meant to hurt you…”

“Hyunjin… you—!”

“No no I'm awful!” He interrupted while starting to cry. “I-I just want someone to love… I-I’ve never had someone love and care like you do. You’re so genuine and kind…”

He continued rambling. From his rough upbringing to his desire for love. He’s all alone in this world and it had your heart breaking for him.

“I-I have a gift for you…” he said softly. “Please. I worked so hard on it.”

“O-okay…” you nodded reluctantly.

Joy lit up his face and he quickly left the room. As soon as he left, the tears were gone. It was as if he flipped off the emotion like a light switch. Instead, he smiled to himself.

Hyunjin came back in the bedroom with a canvas. You were a bit confused until he turned it around. It was you. A painted picture of you sleeping. The style made you look angelic.

It was beautiful but also unnerving. When did he paint this? Was he watching you while sleeping? Every minuet detail of your features was there. Every mole and blemish was painted in great detail.

“Wow, Hyunjin… it’s very nice.” You said slowly while studying it. You couldn’t lie, it really was an amazing painting.

“Oh, my love. I’m glad you love it!” He smiled. “I worked so hard to capture your essence! You truly are a work of art!”

You couldn’t help blushing. You’ve never had a compliment like that and it was giving you butterflies in your stomach.

“Thank you, Hyunjin… I-I really do love it…”

“Oh good!” He was excited as he leaned in close. “Please, my love. May I kiss you?”

There was a moment of silence before you nod.

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Dinner was a bit awkward. You sat in silence as he fed you.

“Do you like it?” He said suddenly.

“I do but… Hyunjin I can feed myself.”

“No darling. Don’t worry about that.” He said while putting more meat on the fork.

“No really—…” you grab the fork from him, about to raise it to your mouth before he suddenly slapped it away.

“Hyunjin—!”

Before you could finish, there was a swift slap to your face.

“No! Only I can feed you!” Hyunjin yelled suddenly.

You held your cheek in shock, too stunned to speak.

“Oh I’m so sorry!! My love, I'm sorry!!” He suddenly switched up and got to his knees, dropping the bowl of food to the ground, but he didn’t seem to care.

“No! Don’t cry! Don’t be mad!” He begged while grabbing into each side of your hair and pulling you close. “Please forgive me! I love you!”

“A-agh! Hyunjin!” You whimpered as he tugged harder.

“My darling. My sweet girl, please!”

He pulled harder, making you drop from your seat to the floor.

“J-Jinnie! You’re hurting me!!”

“W-what?!” He paused, still holding onto your hair. “No! No im not!!”

“Jinnie stop!”

“No you stop!” He yelled. “I love you! I’m just trying to love you!!” His voice broke as tears formed and it made you stop dead in your tracks.

“Hyunjin…”

“No! You don’t love me!” He sobbed. “I-I thought I finally found my soulmate… one that will love me as much as I love her!” Hyunjin wiped some tears while looking at you. “I-I’ve never had that kind of love. My M-mother left! A-And father would beat me! I-I only wish you give the love I never received!”

Whether this story was true or not -it’s not-, you wouldn’t be able to tell. But his vulnerability and tears tugged at your heartstrings.

“Hyunjin….”

“No! Just go!” He cried. “Just leave me! Leave me all alone! I’m used to it!” He pulled some keys from his pocket and threw them in front of you.

You were frozen in place. You felt awful. Pure guilt. How could you hurt him like this?? All he wanted was love. You felt like a monster.

Without much thinking, you hugged him tight. “I-I’m sorry, Jinnie.”

Hyunjin leaned into your hug, making himself look as small and vulnerable as possible while continuing to weep.

“It’s okay… it’s okay…” you whispered while rubbing his back.

“C-can I… can I give you a bath?” He asked softly. “I-I wanted to spoil you with a little… at home spa…”

You pulled away and looked at him. Here he was crying and expressing his deepest emotions and traumas, and yet he was still thinking of you. He was still wanting to spoil and shower you with love.

You only nodded and Hyunjin smiles before kissing your forehead and leaving to the restroom, getting some of the soaps and candles ready.

It made you feel guilty. Perhaps you have this all wrong. He really does have a good heart. Perhaps you’ve never experienced real love. Maybe… this is what true love is.

Hyunjin had no more tears. This face had cleared up so fast as soon as he entered the restroom. In fact he had a smile. A satisfied one, like a spoiled child that got his way. It was just too easy.

Hyunjin walked to the bedroom, grabbing a robe for you, stopping by the painting. He took a deep breath while running his fingers along your painted nude body.

He turned back to the restroom, mustering up some tears red cheeks before calling out to you.

"Come on, my love! The bath is ready!'

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minhosimthings · 2 months

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Sex w music (Enha songs)

Alright anon I seriously did not understand what you meant so I just assigned songs to Enha combined with some smut hehe @xxxlov3xxx I KNOW ITS YOU BEHIND THIS

More under the cut!

Fever is such an inherently sexy song, even if it was about a boy who's obsessed with his lover so much that he gets a fever, and that's what makes it perfect for Heeseung. First of all, let's not pretend we didn't see him acting like a whore on that bed in the fever mv. And secondly it would be the sexiest thing to just see him thrust into you at every beat.

Just imagine, the lyrics so perfectly flowing out, and Heeseung providing you with the perfect, tenderly devastating stretch, your heavenly sounds moving out of your mouth in sync with the music. His thrusts start light, easy-going, until the beat of the song picks up, the lyrics start becoming a little too comfortable for him, and the smirk on his face just widens as he leaves you empty for a second and then crashes in again, the fire igniting in your belly so suddenly, that you all as well scream.

Bonus: "All I had to do was play this song and you'd be wriggling under me? My pathetic little princess."

Criminal love for Jay. HEAR ME OUT. It has such beautiful beats and such an amazing melody which I could get high on for days. And if you ever asked Jay, to try giving you pleasure to that song, I feel like he'd be both confused and aroused. Criminal Love combined with your sinful symphonies was a pretty remix Jay could listen to all day.

Paint a picture with me, of you wanting to record yourself while you're getting absolutely destroyed by Jay. And Jay has no problem with it considering its his darling whose asking. And then he's between your legs, the song playing in the background, his sultry voice turning you on. He's already sucked three orgasms from you, his tongue never wanting to leave from your cunt, considering how pretty your mouth was moaning to the melodies. And then you're riding out your fourth devastating orgasm to the ending notes of the song, as Jay looks up at you, his face covered with your cum.

Bonus: "You sound prettier than the song darling. Maybe I should take you to the studios someday."

Blind, atleast to me, is the party song that I would play at Jackson Wang's party (lol). And for that reason I am assigning it to Jake. It's such a fratboy party song, if you view it from the angle of the beats. And I firmly believe Jake would be in love with the idea of fucking you in some club's bathroom while this song plays in the background.

Let's be creative for a second. Jake, you, and his hands firmly pressing you against the glass of the mirror, it's already fogged up by your shaky breaths, Jake had gotten you too aroused by rubbing himself constantly against your clothes. His fingers slip between your folds, preparing you for his length. The song blares in your ears in the background. He finds your waist, pulling your body towards him. His pace fastens, causing your body to slam against her, your eyes still set on the mirror. Your arms shake from holding up your upper body. But of course Jake wouldn't leave you until the song is completed.

Bonus: "Eyes on the mirror baby. I'm not leaving you until the last note of the song ends."

Chaconne is the IT girl of Enha's discography for me, and it's an extremely sexy song and I will literally kill myself if I don't put this song for Sunghoon. Especially with how much he loves to dance to this song, and how fluid his body moves to the beat of this beautiful song, I can see him fucking you on the floor of the dance practice room to this song because you were just too needy and couldn't wait for him anymore.

Imagine Sunghoon speeding up, pummeling into you hard and fast, his large hands coating the surface of your ass and your back, groaning at the way you twitch and writhe underneath him, god damn had the song always sounded this pretty? His hands settle at your waist, gripping you tightly, accentuating the arch of you. He’s so fucking deep at this angle, you can feel him hitting your cervix with each thrust forward, as the best of the song repels your urge to faint into his arms at the overstimulation. It’s an addicting sensation right now—and it will be even later, when the dull ache overtakes you.

Bonus: "I'm never listening to this song again without you, love, you sound so pretty, like my gorgeous little slut."

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axailslink · 1 year

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I'm fucking Ironheart

Riri Williams/ Ironheart x poc FEM reader

Summary: your girlfriend tolerates your absolute obsession with what she calls a glossified power ranger until you walk in on said glossified power ranger mid dressed.

You're scrolling through your blog when Riri walks in and grabs you by the legs pulling you to her. You're quick to get up and plant a soft kiss on her lips "where the hell were you?" She smiles "I had a exam to take what are you doing here?" You shrug "I missed you and your dorm is better than mine. Riri glances at her laptop which is covered in photos of Ironheart and she laughs and shakes her head. "I should have known you were using my laptop again?" You laugh as she picks it up and scrolls through the pictures herself "yeah what do you think about these? I took them when I caught sight of her around Christmas" Riri nods and kisses down your neck "I think you're my favorite little journalist" you can't help the smile that spreads across your face as you lock the door and let your hand slide to her waist. "Oh shit wait wait I told them I'd post tonight" Riri sighs "so you just gone kiss me and-" you nod as you pick her laptop up and scroll through the photos posting the best one. Riri admires how you obsess over Ironheart most people wouldn't be as welcoming to it but Riri doesn't mind it unless she needs to do work.

When you update your blog you close her laptop and turn your attention back to her "sorry now where were we?" Riri smiles as you push the laptop out of the way and she straddles your lap both knees resting by your sides. "I think we were a little somewhere like right here" she pulls off her shirt and you can't help but smile Riri is always forward with what she wants but it still leaves you flustered sometimes. "I feel like we skipped a few chapters but sure this is totally where we were" you laugh and Riri nods "exactly where we were."

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You rarely go into Riri's dorm without her knowledge but tonight you just can't help yourself you possess some amazing footage from a fight with Ironheart and you just can't help yourself.

So what are you doing in front of Riri's dorm past curfew? Obviously sneaking in like most people she locks her door but you know how to get in without a key. You carefully use your identification card and open the door locking it back behind you you're sneaking in and pause when you see a five foot nine suit of armor in front of you. "Riri?" You whisper looking at her empty bed "babe" you grab a bat she keeps nestled in the corner and raise it but when Ironheart turns around you're shocked to see Riri in said body of armor. "Hold on I'm not high enough for this tonight. I'm seriously not" you flip the light on and let your eyes glance over her figure "okay that's doing a bit much you can see me."

You blink for a moment and then look at the window. "You be flying in through the window? You're the smartest yet dumbest person I know. I should be shocked but honestly I'm pissed you're tony Stark's fucking successor and you didn't tell me? Actually I would have hated it if you told me. Oh my God you know about my blog and what I say about you on a daily basis not just that but you're like 5'9 in this armor and it's kind of hot. I'm really having a moment because my girlfriend has been keeping secrets from me. I thought you were just slowly distancing yourself and preparing to break up with me but you're not you're just too busy being a fucking superhero or are you a vigilante? I don't know but it's a lot" Riri grabs your shoulders carefully "stop before you send yourself into a panic attack." You shake your head and take deep breaths you hear clanking as you turn towards the wall and grab it for support. Riri stands in front of you out of her suit she grabs you by your face centering your attention on her "hey hey breathe with me in and out slow those breaths down and breathe with me" you do as instructed as she follows with.

When you've finally calmed down your laying on Riri's bed glancing at her suit then her "I'm fucking Ironheart. I'm trying to be more sensible and mature about the situation but truth be told I can't that's all I can think about. I'm fucking Ironheart how do you go about telling one why your girlfriend can't make it to the family dinner? "oh well I'm sorry mom she's a superhero" I need to lay down I must have smoked too many blunts or something because this feels like a fever dream." Riri watches with clear caution carefully caressing your leg. "I like the old suit better" you mumble and she's quick to look at you "what?" You shrug "I mean that one's alright but Riri Williams isn't some dolled up power ranger you're real and raw." Riri smiles seeing as you're finally level headed. "You do know if we break up I have to kill you?" You look her up and down and scoff "you think you're getting rid of me? That's good that's funny as hell actually applaud I applaud you." You claim sarcastically laughing because why would she even say such a thing? Leave? Ever? You've cooked for her family on Thanksgiving you're locked in for life whether she likes it or not because her mom loves you.

A/n: very unedited I didn't even look it over I'm just trying to post something for y'all before I sleep I have to wake up early again.

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jamesisasimp · 1 year

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Any fic recs? :) Barry, Evan, Wolfstar, jegulus! I’m DESPERATE! 🫶

Oooo okay, I have a few! I'm not super well versed, but these are some that come to mind!

quite like us: alarainai

[18:12] Seriously, wrong number. Don’t send shirtless pictures to strangers.

[18:13] Padfoot, this rejection hurts.

[18:16] What’s a Padfoot?

[18:17] Wait, is this actually not Padfoot?

[18:19] I don’t even know what that is, but no. I’m not a Padfoot.

Basically this is a wrong number fic, jegulus, background wolfstar, Barty's in this one too and he's the best friend ever! 16 chapters, light angst in the middle, and a happy ending! All around this easy such a fun, enjoyable read, I couldn't stop thinking about it

Baila Morena: officialmarseliphas

James was an arrogant prick. His annoying brother’s annoying best friend. But there he was, dancing and singing and drinking like he was ever allowed to be so beautiful. Regulus understood then that James was like the sun--hot, excruciatingly distant, and blinding. And Regulus needed both.

Drunk James is a little more Gryffindor than Sober James. But even Sober James is obsessed with Regulus Black.

So this is a lil oneshot with a drool-worthy Hispanic James that Regulus does indeed drool over, so I speak the truth. Highly reccomend, though fair warning, James may (will) make you blush (+ supportive slytherin skittles)

forbidden fruit: moonystarx (girl__almighty)

part one of eight: all mouth, no trousers

James shoved him back, just slightly, and gritted his teeth, keeping his fists clenched at his side.

“Regulus, I said shut the fuck up!” Regulus just kept taunting him, teasing a smile onto his lips. James raked his eyes over his white teeth and pouty pink lips and his stomach flipped. The thought crossed his mind that Regulus would be nice to kiss, what with his girly lips and all, at the same time he thought about purpling the pale skin around his eyes.

“What, are you going to make me?” Suddenly, James’ mind was made up.

If Regulus wanted to play, he’d play.

This is a series with eight parts (the second one is my personal favorite), it takes place during Hogwarts years in which Regulus is appointed James' potions tutor so he can go to Slughorn's party and impress Lily. It starts out with a lot of smut (*THIS IS A SMUTTY SERIES*), but it actually gains a lot of emotional and romantic substance

Drugs and surgical scrubs: anauro

James was fairly certain nothing could ever come close to heroin, absolutely nothing, but Regulus Black wasn’t far off.

Medical AU fic set in modern London, where Regulus is a doctor and Marauders are drug addicts. Rated mature for addiction (including implied underage use and overdoses) and mental health illness themes. Chapters 20+ contain smut. All characters are adults.

Eventual James/Regulus, where it is James that needs saving.

This. THIS. I don't even have the words to describe how amazing THIS is to you. And no, it's not finished yet, but it doesn't NEED to be finished, because it is stunning. It's primary ship is jegulus and it's done perfectly, but there's some horny background wolfstar and technically background rosekiller... but if you want rosekiller I recommend:

Curiosity killed the cat (what Evan and Barty did that night): anauro

As his best friend of eight years, Barty knows exactly how to heal Evan’s broken heart.

This is meant to be read after ch18 of Drugs and surgical scrubs and is the accompanying piece, explaining what Evan and Barty did whilst James and Regulus played boardgames.

Having said that, it will also work as pwp if all you’re looking for is some smut!

As the summary implies, this rosekiller oneshot goes along what the previous fic, but it can be read on it's own too! It's smut. Very hot smut. Might wanna turn on a fan before reading this one 😘

I Stayed There: stoned_regulus

“I can’t lose you again.” & “Don’t raise your fucking voice at me.” + Rosekiller

It’s like he’s been transported back in time to that place he tends to haunt when he’s left alone with nothing but his thoughts. When Evan told Barty he’d found someone. When he told Barty he was happy. When Evan left him there in that restaurant. When Barty realized he’d been living in a fantasy of his own design thinking the boy he’d loved, loved him back.

I went on such a journey to re-find this, but I remembered it so fondly that I knew I had to. This is another rosekiller oneshot with some past love-lost angst, but they meet again at a party! I know there's background jegulus and maybe some other ships that I can't remember right now... but still worth a read!

Happy Christmas to you too: MoonageMiles

Barty comes home to his flat, and Evan stayed awake waiting for him

You guessed it ANOTHER rosekiller oneshot. This one is set during the war, after Regulus's death, on Christmas, and Evan and Barty are just trying to hold onto each other on the dark side. It's short and sweet (nevermind the fighting in the beginning, don't look at that, shhh) and I loved it

❤

I know I didn't add any main ship wolfstar fics to this list, I just don't really read them unfortunately. I think I have my perfect view of them in my head, you know? But I think some of my favorite portrayals of them, again, in the background (of jegulus primary fics) that I haven't already mentioned are these:

Ogni Parte È Viva (Every Part Is Alive): euphorial_docx

when you were mine: sequinhaze

And then also, just for fun, I'm adding some fics I've never read before but that I found while getting all the info for this list. They looked interesting to me, so they might interest you!

in the end, it's the beginning: zeromancies

Regulus has never been addicted to something. Not really. But then again, he’s so far deep in the rabbit hole of addiction. Being addicted to James Potter was absolutely exhilarating and it’s the rush of adrenaline Regulus gets every time he ghosts his fingers over James’ skin that keeps him craving more.

Regulus is invited to go to Sirius' eighteenth birthday holiday in Tenerife - with his group of friends, and one James Potter to permanently alter his perception of almost everything.

How To Not Die Young: Sock_Meister_png

"Remus finds himself with his legs dangling over the edge of the small bridge at the end of the street. He looks down and for a second, he's anyone but himself."

"Regulus lets the waves pour over his knees, he allows the water do as it will with him. He allows himself to close his eyes and simply exist. He wonders if this is what freedom feels like."

"Barty lies down on the other side of the river. He desperately grabs onto the grass on either side of him. As if mother earth would take more pity on him than that is capable of his own mother."

or, a wolfstar, jegulus/sunseeker, and rosekiller au feat. highschool drama, plants, licorice, and bands

#this easily took all night to make. worth it #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #wolfstar #rosekiller #♡♡♡

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inconsistentracoon · 10 months

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190K words and almost a year later my fic, Brought Back, is officially complete!

Hurt/Comfort, SoRiku romance, and lots of them being besties with Kairi. Also action, mystery, fluff, and a lot of depression allegories.

Obsessively canon-compliant (aside from KH4 trailer) and most main characters turn up along the way. Set post ReMind and Melody of Memory. Angst with a happy ending.

I'm actually seriously proud of how this turned out 🥹 and amazed I made it to the end.

Chapter 1 is a short Prologue: As the Master of Masters observes Sora furiously searching for him, he senses more Keyblade Wielders appearing in Quadratum.

Full prologue and summary below

Summary:

After waking up in a strange city, Sora has wandered its streets alone for months searching for a way home, whilst tormented by Heartless and stalked by a stranger in a black coat. When he is gravely wounded, Riku and Kairi arrive just in time to get him to safety.

However, he has returned with more than just physical wounds. With his body, heart, and spirit all severely damaged, and memories of Rage still haunting him, the road to recovery will be long and painful. Could there be more than trauma to these dark feelings Sora has brought back with him?

His many friends want to be there to help him through it though, even in the times he doesn't want them to be, and doesn't think he deserves it. Above all else, Riku and Kairi will always be at his side, even while one must desperately try to hold back his feelings.

Prologue:

He yawned widely and glanced up, checking the moon's position in the sky. It seemed a long time since the sun had set but, judging by how little the pale circle had moved, it must still be several hours until midnight.

Every now and then the boy's hoarse voice floated up through the night air to where he sat on the edge of a skyscraper roof, as he continued to shout for the man to come out and fight. It had been a nice change of pace, seeing Sora consumed with anger and openly trying to hunt him down. But after several days of it, the novelty was wearing off.

He was bored. If losing that silly charm of his hadn't been enough to push Sora over the edge then maybe it was time to give him another nudge... Such an interesting challenge this was, keeping the boy balanced on the edge of this dark abyss until just the right moment.

Push too soon, and he would be lost. Wait too long, and the chance might be missed. But if he got his timing just right... Sora would fall, and let something else take flight.

And it would fly right into the cage he had set for it.

His head snapped to the side as he sensed something change, something abruptly alter the energy of this world. Someone else was here.

He stepped through the dark flames of the corridor he had summoned and emerged atop the roof of a different soaring skyscraper. A red light pulsed beneath the platform he stood on, and from the matching tower on the other side of the building. It was the ideal place to spot his intruders from, and he didn't have to look far.

There they were.

Four teenagers, standing in the centre of the semicircular plaza far below. What a convenient location for them to have chosen. A blue sphere surrounded by diamonds hovered in the air behind them, pulsing faintly. It disappeared as a blonde-haired boy pointed a weapon at it. That weapon though, a Keyblade?

A roar of anger rose in his throat but he forced it back down. They must be here for Sora.

How dare they interfere! After months and months of careful planning and work, tormenting Sora with Heartless, sleepless nights, and murderous visions, these four were going to waltz in here and try to stop him? Try to throw away all those decades- centuries of planning.

They could never defeat him of course, but killing more Keyblade wielders unnecessarily was something he would prefer to avoid, and if Sora glimpsed them and regained his hope... It would all be for nothing, and he would lose his ideal vessel for the 13th.

Or maybe... His lip curled into a sneer as an idea occurred to him. Maybe this was that final nudge Sora needed.

The dark flames engulfed him once more and he returned to his previous observation point. He called down to the boy running through the streets below.

"Hello Sora, why don't you come up here and join me?"

Full story on AO3

#kingdom hearts #soriku #Technically completed a month ago but forgot to do a proper post...#destiny trio #kingdom hearts fanfic #soriku fic #kh #my fic #sora #riku #kairi ships soriku #quadratum #master of masters

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arisdiaryposts · 7 months

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The Man In the Ghostface mask

chapter 2

Ever since that Halloween night, I've been thinking about Ghostface. Mainly wondering who is he? why did he spare me? And not to forget, why did he kiss me?! Do I know him?! Who is the man in the Ghostface mask?! As my mind was filled with questions, my phone began to ring. I picked up my phone and immediately frowned.

It was Liam...

I groaned, What does he want? Ever since that night, that night that Liam had betrayed me, used me, and basically gave me to the man in the Ghostface mask. I immediately blocked him on all social platforms and deleted his number, but apparently, that doesn't seem to be working nor helping.

Rolling my eyes, I hung up...

*ring ring*

UGH! Why can't his dumb ass get the hint?! As I picked up my phone, I decided to answer it.

I sighed. "What do you want, liam?" I asked, annoyed.

"Baby please let me explain!" He asked with a desperate tone in his voice.

"No! What you did liam was soo fucking foul on so many levels it's not even fucking funny! I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY TO YOU! YOU BETRAYED ME! I COULD'VE DIED! But as usual, you don't care and consider this number blocked too!"

"B-baby wai-"

Before he could say anymore, I hung up and blocked him. I groaned loudly and fell on my bed,Please, God, end this. Give me the strength to not go fucking insane! I'm honestly so sick and tired of Liam and his bullshit lies. It's tiring, I thought to myself as I'm staring up at my star covered ceiling that had my L.E.D. lights on red mode. I sighed, turning over on my side, frowning while my mind went back to that Halloween night....

where Liam and me were making out in a field of orange trees, then a masked man came out and pulled a butcher knife and Liam deciding to be a coward motherfucker, pulled me in front of him and pushed me to the masked man who had to have been a legit serial killer.

I groaned again. Killer. Did I really just make out with a total stranger who could've been a whole ass serial killer?

I moved my body to lay on my stomach, and I hit my face with my cuddleez pillow baymax that I had gotten from Disneyland with my cousin and her dad. I sighed, fun times. I then turned my head to the right and gazed out the window, looking at the starry night sky, and sighed. As I closed my eyes so I could let sleep consume me.

But before i could even let precious sleep consume my body, my phone began ringing... again.

"UGHHHH!" I groaned loudly. With my eyes still closed, I grabbed my phone and answered.

"Okay, listen here asshole! WE ARE DONE! FINISHED! STOP CALLING ME CAUSE HONESTLY LIAM I AM NO-"

"Aw, is my little cheerleader having a bad night?" Darkly chuckles.

my breathing hitched as my eyes shot open. t-that doesn't sound like Liam and I sat up right quickly. That name. Cheerleader. "G-ghostface?" I said quietly. He let out a dark chuckle.

"Hi baby,"

I immediately began blushing and trying to hide my smile at the pet name, and i tried to keep my composure and not sqeaul so loudly and show him my excitement.

But I took a deep breath and sighed, "Hi Ghostface, um...how are you?" I asked, sitting in a kneel while picking at the skin near my nails....seriously, did I really just asked How are you to a serial killer?!

But then again, I've never had a serial killer obsessed with me before or spared my life or gave me the make out of a lifetime and gave me his legit phone number.

"I'm doing just great, baby~ How are you, mi bella?" He said with a purr. my jaw just DROPPED! OH MY GOWD That's Italian?! HES ITALIAN!...well, that explains why he was such an amazing kisser. I then began smiling like an idiot while i blushed furiously, but i tried to calm myself, so he didn't know I'm getting excited.

"T-thats good, I'm glad to h-hear that..and for me, I'm doing okay.. I guess.." Great, now I'm stuttering. How does this man have a chokehold on me already?!

He hummed. "What do you mean you guess Bella?"

Shit.

"Oh, uh.. It's nothing really..." I chuckled nervously while bitting and picking at the skin from my nail.

"It's okay, princess. You can tell me. tell Ghostface what's troubling you amore mio~?"

Damnit!

A sqeauk came out of my mouth as I said, "Okay!" He began chuckling and muttered a small cute under his breath.

O.M.G my face feels like it's on fucking fire due to me blushing so damn furiously and my cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. A giggle was gonna escaped, but I shook my head, and I took deep breaths to calm myself and cleared my throat, and began telling him my troubles.

"Well, it's just.." I groaned loudly. "IT'S JUST LIAM!! Like he won't leave me alone! Like ever since that Halloween night when he literally just left me to die at your hands, no offense - " i got off my bed.

"None taken, but continue, baby." He chuckles.

"He has been blowing my phone up ever since, like, can't he just take a hint like we are done! Finished! He made his choice, so I don't get why he expects me to welcome him back with open arms?!" I say frantically, pacing back and forth in my room.

He hums "well don't worry about it, baby, Ghostface will take care of it~" he let's out a coo, then turns it into a sinister chuckle.

Huh? Before I could even ask what he meant, he hung up.

He's gonna kill Liam, isn't he?...

Yeahh ... he's gonna kill him.

I sigh as I throw my phone on the bed , go into a kneel, and get my Converse from under the bed. I sat on my butt and started putting my shoes on.

The motherfucking audacity! WHY DIDN'T HE INVITE ME? I mean... I know I shouldn't be thinking that way and should only be on my way to Liams house to stop Ghostface from killing Liam cuz apparently Liams " Innocent " but let's face reality here is Liam really THAT Innocent?

As I got my shoes on and tied the laces. I decided to take my red hoodie off, which revealed my outfit, a short, tight black romper. As I threw my hoodie on my bed, I undid my messy ponytail and let my straight wavy like long thick dark brown hair w pintura highlights fall down to my back, I grabbed my phone, and headed to my window. I moved the curtains further open and pulled my window up. I then carefully begin to climb out my window.

As I successfully managed to climb out my window, I then carefully began to walk to the big hollow tree that's basically on my house and started to climb on it to climb down.

As I jumped down from the branch of the hollow tree. I then started running to liams house. His mom and sister are out of town right now, so he's basically home alone. As I'm running to his house, I get chills, which sends a shiver down my spine. Odd, it's not even cold? Then it hit me.. I'm being watched.

Could it be Ghostface? I stopped running and turned to look behind me but only to see nothing there, Werid? I then turned forward and started running again.

As I was approaching Liams, it pretty much looked normal to me. The lights were on downstairs, and up stairs, there was a room with the light on. Basically, everything looks normal. This is getting so confusing and weird?

Just in case I walked closer to the house. Everything looks okay? So what gives? But then again, it could look like a total blood bath in there. I wonder if they still have their key under the mat? I thought to myself.

As I walked up the steps to the front door, I bent down to lift the mat.

Bingo!

I grabbed the spare key and took small steps to the door. I put the key in and

*click*

As I unlocked the door. I quietly like a mouse went inside. I closed the door quietly from behind me. I then started to take a look around. The living room looked okay, No signs of a struggle or forced entry or broken pictures with glass on the floor, no blood splatters. I then went into the kitchen, and the same thing it looked sqeauky clean. There was nothing out of the ordinary, and again, there was no blood. I hummed and let out a muttered "werid?" I exited the kitchen and started quietly heading up the upstairs. As I reached the top of the stairs, i stopped in my tracks and froze....

On the floor there was a pool of blood on the floor then it started becoming droplets like someone started walking and trailing it to one of the rooms.

Looks like Ghostface was here after all, and Liam is probably dead already. Or Liam could've fought back and gotten Ghostface, and it's actually Ghostfaces blood on the floor. That thought immediately made my heart drop to my stomach. As I took a deep breath and shook my head to get rid of that image.

The image of Ghostface laying dead on the floor covered in his own blood gutted and killed by Liam. I took another deep breath as I breathed out.

I then began following the trail of blood. As I'm following the blood trail, it looks like it's actually is leading to the loft and not one of the rooms.

As I get closer and closer to the loft, I then begin hearing sounds? I stopped and listened...it sounds like munching and slurping? Is someone eating? I stopped in my tracks to get a good listen.

*munching* *slurps* *gulps*

I mutter out a, "What the-?" My eyes widened. Am I really hearing this?

*munching* *slurps* *gulps*

As i just stood there listening to this, my mind goes to two spimple questions. Is Ghostface a cannibal? Or is liam the one doing this? I am so confused. Like what is going on? I then started walking again but made sure not to alert Ghostface or whoever it is of my presence. As I peaked around the corner to see the loft, I was horrified to see what I had discovered...

wow wow WOW!! I DID IT! WHOO HO! I can't believe I was finally able to finish chapter 2! 😍 this chapter was just absolutely amazing and just by reading it its like I'm actually reading an actual book and this means so so so much to me and I hope you guys enjoy this and again to the people who dont just keep scrolling please cause I don't have the time or energy to put up with your negative comments. but ANYWAYSSS enjoy this everyone and leave a comment on what you thought and question...what do you think happened? And what did I find? Also, I think you guys can guess who Ghostface is LOL, but have fun, everyone, and enjoy! MWAH! 😊💗

@luv4fandoms @oceansrose2002 @britany1997 & @beoneofus

#the lost boys 1987 #lost boys imagine #tlb 1987 #the lost boys #slashers #horror

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pashminalamb · 1 year

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Why do I feel like you look amazing in blue? Like you’re sitting in class with a white sweater and dark blue jeans and cute brown ankle boots with buttons on the side and the sun shines on you just right from the window and your eyes look like they have tiny stars in them and your skin is shadowed with a dark shade on a part of your face as the other part is hit by the sunlight. This is all as you make your adorable concentrated face cause you’re paying attention in class and sit near the front. It just seems like your vibe you know? Also idk why but I can totally imagine you looking amazing in a short bobcut with blue highlights. Maybe piecing and rings too? Overall just hardcore blue fairy vibes is what I get from you.

I know it’s been a minute. Sooooo to cope with TR ending I’m currently reading Lore Olympus and I’m obsessed. Already halfway through and I just started yesterday 💀💀. I don’t choose the obsession the obsession chooses me 😌. I put off reading it for so long cause people were really pushy (and in annoying way) about it and that kinda made me lose my initial interest and I wanted to read it in my own time. I honestly end up with diet errors coping mechanisms like seriously unconscious why? (In a confused manner I mean) But like it’s a double-edged sword cause Hades and Persophone remind me so of Mikey and Takemitchy (they’re my OTP everything abt them just absolutely destroys me in a good way tho so much love and comfort and angst UGH) There had not been a night where I haven’t cried over them and their story and TR subsequent I started reading TR so like. Yeah. God I love that story so much. I cant believe it’s over. Izana brainrot still going string btw I even have a plot to our love story 😌. Lore Olympus has give me a bunch of ideas for both my love story with Izana and Takemikey fanfics 👀👀. Have you heard of Lore Olympus? It’s a webtoon and it’s just breathtaking. I highly recommend it. How are you btw? Good I hope? *sends many virtual hugs*

- ✨ anon

For the last ask. I promise I didn’t mean it in a creepy or weird way. I SWEAR IT. Its just that I love how people look aesthetically. How if you look at a person in a certain light or imagine them doing a simple task or look at a single feature they have you can see the beauty in them. It really puts a perspective on things I think. I wish one day I’ll be able to write people like that in my stories. My last ask was what I just thought how you would look aesthetically beautiful in blue shading or lighting you know? I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable or was overbearing.

- ✨ anon

Starry!! YES! This is so point! ˃̵ᴗ˂̵ Don't have the highlights though (You didn't make me uncomfy or overbearing bb, its kinda how coincidence works; You're either on point or a complete miss or like half way there. What you say can match with what I wear so nah I'm not creeped out) i do sit in the front near a window; cause the last time i sat in the back i had to listen to this drag of a story abt my classmate pounding his gf against a wall (poor attempt at bragging) and turns out he was a cheater... ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻) (idek what to say except that he is a dirtbag smh)

its a very cute description starry! And yeah blue is one of the colors i have along with gray and white including the tanned boots and if I give that sort of vibe then you've caught it ; akfbebfhf blue fairy (꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

Tinkerbelle (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ) [time to make this a tag]

I love how people look aesthetically as well. Cause i study and draw statues or paintings; and i'm also an author/ writer. And i write abt people so I get it- and i'm familiar and get what you're trying to say;

૮(˶˃ᆺ˂˶)ა - And I look forward to the day you start writing your own stories (only if you want to tho)

As for webtoons killing stalking , LORE OLYMPUS! I did read lore olympus! Hades is a comfort character of mine and Persephone and he get along so well together! Cue me not liking minthe and I'm so glad that Hades fell for Persephone and not her, cause persephone fits his rugged personality so well; its been months since I read last cause I forget that things have been updated with so many busy things happening at once; I read other works as well like the remarried empress, I love yoo, i used to read unordinary now idk what the scenario looks like, home sweet home- been a while since i read that, lookism, eggnoid, my dear cold blooded king, siren's lament, i was reading windbreaker... and let's play. Even that one with bts in it but then I dropped reading it (save me was it…?)

I absolutely love the art style of Lore Olympus. Maybe I should pick it up to see if things are fine with Hades and Persephone... Lore olympus reminds me of... *got struck by an idea* brb cause you'll see after I release this.

I'm doing pretty good! Fifa is here and I'm pretty excited - cause we take football pretty seriously here- working on a new piece (and dw its angsty fluffy; just finished with Nagi and I'm on Oliver now - wanna cry cause this man doesn't exist)

I gave a u-quiz and I got Pluto as a roman god aka Hades - I've always wanted a cerberus...

but yeah life's going good, very solitary and I like it atm Hope you're doing good with college and everything (づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づ♡

*sending big hugs back* get urself a man like Hades. He’ll give you donuts <3

#Belle.☏#.lost sheep : ✨ anon

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aloneinthehellfire · 1 year

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This has been my favourite season of Raining Hellfire yet!

I know it's not over yet but I've been rereading the chapters again and noticed something pretty cool!

In Chapter 2 (Fears) it's shown that her old best friend's favourite colour was a light yellow and earlier on she says that she loves the colour of Steve's yellow jumper!

And in the first season, she was wearing it and eventually gave it back to Steve and I'm not entirely sure if it has anything to do with anything but I love how it all links back.

Can't wait to read more!

ahhhh so happy you noticed this!!!

idk why i went for the soft yellow colour but it's cute.

here are the scenes they're talking about:

[RH1] Chapter 5: Part 2: Don't Go Wandering In The Forest

You shook your head with a smile and walked back over to your uncle’s. Staring at the raised flooring, you got down on your hands and knees. It was a little muddier than you imagined and you cursed under your breath. You were wearing a thick pair of jeans you had pulled from your aunt’s closet (you seriously needed to expand your own) and a grey jean jacket that’s design had faded away from time. You just had on a yellow long-sleeved tee beneath it to keep the cold out. It was too big on you but the jacket hid its size. You didn’t remember owning a yellow top but you had found it buried under your bed so it was good enough.

[RH1] Chapter 9: It's All Over... Right?

“Speaking of Christmas…” You walked to the stairs and he followed you in curiosity. You picked up the yellow cotton, turning to him. “This is yours.”

“But… I didn’t get you anything.” He looked genuinely upset.

“Oh, don’t worry, it’s not, like, an actual gift. It’s… it’s just something I found and then I realised who it belonged to.” You unfolded the fabric, revealing the long sleeved yellow top that you had discovered a while ago. At the time, you struggled to remember when you bought it. That was before you realised that Steve had let you borrow it when you were younger, back when you were close.

“Woah, I’ve been wondering where that went. I… I had no idea you had it.” He says with an apologetic smile.

“Me neither. I guess it’s just been a lot longer since we hung out than I thought…” Your gaze shifted to the ground, suddenly feeling a little awkward.

[RH3] Chapter 2: Fears

“So… what amazing, life changing plans do you have tonight?” Steve asks, leaving the mall’s locker rooms in a fresh set of clothes and practically staring daggers at his Scoops Ahoy uniform.

You step away from the wall to see him wearing his soft yellow jumper over a pair of faded jeans.

“I thought I stole that.” You point to the jumper, frowning.

“You did.” He hugs his torso protectively, “And you gave it back to me that one Christmas, remember?”

“Oh, yeah.” You sigh, yawning.

“You have an obsession with my jumper.”

“I just really like the colour.” You comment without thinking, shaking your head back to reality when you realise. “And to answer your question, I have very interesting plans tonight.”

and then also Lillian:

[RH3] Chapter 2: Fears

Your throat tightens and you take a deep breath. You calmly walk back to the driver’s side and sit back in your seat, slamming the door shut behind you. In frustration and defeat, you lean your head against the wheel, tears starting to fall. You glance at the faded yellow ribbon tied onto one of the loops of your trousers before you mutter under your breath, eyes squeezed shut.

“Happy birthday, Lillian.”

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Lillian! Happy birthday to you!”

The room broke out into cheers as you watched your best friend blow out the candles on her cake.

“12! you are so old now.” You giggle, just for her to playfully shove your shoulder.

“You’re older than me!” She laughed with a grin, brushing her long black hair away from her face.

“A lady never reveals her age.” You smile and she rolls her eyes.

“You’re such a dork.”

“Okay! Presents!” Her mother calls out, Lillian’s father placing a few wrapped boxes on the table in front of his daughter.

“Open mine first!” You insist, handing her the rectangular box practically covered in soft yellow ribbons. Her favourite colour.

moral of the story?

if y/n associates that colour with someone; she loves them ;)

#yes that was a really long explanation #no i have nothing better to do #soft yellow for the win despite the fact i only ever wear black these days #raining hellfire

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txemrn · 2 years

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Just leaving a little something in your asks as a big thank you! ❤️

Before joining this little fandom, I was devouring all your OH content on my personal blog. Let me tell you, getting to know the marvelous Dr. Tatum Erikson turned out to be love at first sight, and this badass woman has remained my fictional obsession ever since.

You are one of the writers I look up to so much. Though Tatum is an OC, the way you write this beautiful and fierce lady keeps inspiring me not to be afraid of shaping my MC the way I have always invisioned her to be. It means more to me than words can say.

You are such a wonderful human being, and your support and kindness never fails to make my heart skip a beat! Thank you for your beautiful works, for being the ultimate gem all the time, and for simply being a part of the fandom! 🥰

LIN!

I-- 😭❤😭

Confession: I got this last night, and I was LITERALLY rendered speechless. I kept trying to write this message, and my words just kept failing me because I legit did not know what to say--I still don't! I don't know how to express how truly this just touched my heart.

So... I guess I'll start with this.

Thank you. Thank you so so so so so so much for all of this.

Second, and this is me being selfish, but daaaaaaaamn, Tatum is so fucking hot... and I think your board just made her hotter (What? How?). I literally cannot stop staring at her with heart eyes, and OMG... she's mine! LOL I mean, she's Ethan's, but... *sigh* my baby...

I'm so glad she inspires you; she inspires me--no joke! And just in case you were wondering, I don't write myself into characters (I mean, we might have the same taste in music), so when I say she inspires me... I literally mean it. And the fact she can be memorable to other people is just so friggin awesome.

You've been around long enough to know the cliché: we write for ourselves. Period. And it's a cliché because it's TRUE. You should always always always write what you love... because then it's not fun, right?

BUT knowing that someone--and not just anyone; YOU!--enjoy one of my characters seriously lights a massive fire under my ass to write more about her (and of course, who doesn't want more Ethan?). Thank you so much for being that person for me. Every reblog/comment please please please KNOW means the world to me (and please do NOT take that as pressure to keep doing it LOL).

I was just telling one of my TRR fandom girlfriends this morning how amazing Laura is, and how you have really turned MC's story around into something fucking incredible! That's one thing I love about this fandom is seeing the creativity and interpretation, and you definitely have a memorable character that is easy to love. That's a reflection of YOU, my dear.

And can I just say... I am so, so grateful to have finally met you, and that you are part of this fandom. YOU are a bright spot on this hellsite (LOL). It makes me smile everytime you pop up in my feed because I get to witness your kindness and love for other creators. It's SO beautiful, and no matter what I'm going through, it puts a smile on my face! So, thank you for ALWAYS being a my reason to smile. Thank you for ALWAYS giving this fandom a reason to smile!

Sending you the biggest friggin hug ever! Thank you again for taking the time to love on me (and Tatum), and I look forward to building more of our universes together!

💜💜💜

#spreading positivity #kindness matters #ofmischiefandmedicine #lovely lin #open heart #tatum erikson

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silver-tongued-bby · 2 years

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I know I'm late with submitting but I've been so busy this month, but I had an idea for your Halloween prompt!

I've got this one particular dynamic on my mind, inspired by how older poems and musicals personified death/the reaper. death becomes obsessed and slowly falls in love with the Mc from afar. He finally reaches out to her and she is terrified of death. She eventually gives in to him even though fucking death is against her instincts. It's a really rough concept. But I immediately thought of it while reading through the qutes.

"I know you've thought about it don't lie"

"Let me show you exactly how I feel"

Maybe rip my heart out at the end with "I'll always keep you safe" ?

What ever place and character you think would work bestsince quotes. Only know loki and geralt. Not excluding lady loki of course, death doesn't have to be a him.

As for kinks...some flavor of dom/sub and reading thoughts?...maybe a pet/plaything vibe? I really don't know 😩

I'm sorry this idea is so vague. 😅 I've loved everything you've written so far this month and I'm honored by the follow 🥺💕

-littlepupthoughts

Thank you so much for the interesting request and your kind words!! What a way to end this challenge.

This piece took me a lot longer than I'd liked (I re-wrote it a few times). I seriously love the subject matter here, and I really wanted to do it justice. I hope you enjoy it- thank you again!! 🖤

This fic is a part of A Dark Celebration.

Pairing: Death!Loki x fem!Reader

Words: ~3,500

Summary: Death has turned his eyes on you.

This is work of fiction is 18+!!!!, and contains graphic descriptions of sex, fingering, sex (m/f), dirty talk, a touch of somnophilia, and it mentions dead animals, gore, and (unsurprisingly) death. Please do not interact if you are a minor or are sensitive towards any of the themes mentioned above.

Thank you so freaking much to my followers for all of the amazing requests for this challenge! And thank you for being patient with me as I worked through each of these- I had a blast! Likes, reblogs and comments mean more than you know 🖤

~~~

He remembers the first time he saw you.

Snow fell in the early morning light, the city still asleep.

You must’ve been out running errands, the early morning not a deterrent to you in the slightest. He doubted much would deter you.

You turned just as it had happened, the whole thing playing out in your wide eyes. He loved your eyes since that very moment, the terror in them unsettling though impossible to hide your beauty.

He stood as you ran over to the young man, your bags on the dirty snow of the street behind you. You held the young man’s hand as he started to slip from this world, looking up frantically for some help in the empty street.

Then all too suddenly- “hey! Please, please go get someone! He’s not, he’s bleeding out,” you panted, looking right up at him.

He frowned curiously and turned, expecting to see someone behind himself. There was no one there.

Your frantic eyes were trained on his. You could see him. How interesting.

He wondered if you could touch him.

Just then the young man’s soul started to slip from his body, its form drifting upwards. He swore under his breath at the fates, and took the young man’s arm.

You were watching, your expression falling as you realised what you’d seen. He left you there in the street, shepherding the young man’s soul to the beyond.

~~~

The first time you saw death you hadn’t realised. There he stood, long black waves sharply contrasting against pale skin, his bright blue eyes unnerving you. He simply watched as you shouted at him, a slight curve to his lips. He’d slipped away before you could say anything more.

A fear had gripped your heart that day, it’s icy grip tightening each time you remembered how close you were to him. Death was always abstract to you, a concept you needn’t spend much time on. Something to mull over later, once you’d grown old and grey.

But seeing that young man’s soul slip from his body had roused that fear in you prematurely. You felt as if death were closing in on you, making himself known. Be it the mouse you found on the floor one morning, it’s little body frozen as if it died of shock, or the bird that flew into your window, the sound forcing a shriek from your lungs.

You saw him in crowds, glimmers of bright blue watching you then disappearing once you looked.

Then there were the dreams. Those eyes taunting you, long fingers grazing your skin, his laugh ringing loud in your ears. You’d wake breathless and with a chill despite your thick coverlet. You started to notice a depression in the bed when you woke, as if someone were laying with you. It left a confusing ache in your heart, as if you were disappointed to wake up.

After a month you found little gifts, the first a flat golden band engraved with flowers settled in a black box on the pillow of your bed. You frowned at it, running the ring between your fingers. It was cold, seemingly unable to be brought to temperature in your hands. Something brought you to slip it on, it fit perfectly to the ring finger of your left hand. You could slip it off, but you found yourself leaving it on, a smile coming to your lips when it caught the light.

You found books of poetry on your bookshelf, tied together with black ribbon, inscribed with your name. It unsettled you but you found yourself pouring over each little volume, the words inside making your heart race.

~~~

He couldn't stop himself from finding his way to you. Each time he had a moment to spare, even just a minute, he'd come near you- as near as he'd allow himself, watching you with a burning curiosity.

He grew to know you so well, his observations allowing him insight into what made you laugh, cry, or furrow your brows in disappointment or confusion. He watched as you read novels, spoke with others, so animated you easily lit up the room. He saw you alone at night, happy in your own company as you quietly brought out your truest self. He grew to know you by heart.

He watched from the street as you read the latest anthology he left you. He couldn’t stop the smile from spreading on his lips as your eyes lightly closed, the book falling flat against your chest. The ring- his ring glinted in the low light of your apartment.

He slipped inside, his coat falling off his shoulders as he pulled the book from your fingertips and set it on the table, placing beside it a bouquet of dried lavender. He brushed his fingers along your cheekbone, marvelling at the warmth there.

He laid beside you, watching as you slept soundly, your breath even. He traced his fingers down the warm skin of your arm and you roused a little before settling back into your sheets, smiling as you released a content little hum as if you were pleased he was there. He held onto your fingers lightly, your dreams flashing before his eyes.

He couldn’t help but grin as he saw himself flash within your mind, your pulse elevated. “I’m here,” he whispered to you, his form materialising to hold you tight in your dream. You whimpered in your sleep, your thighs brushing together lightly.

In your mind he held you against him, peppering your neck with kisses, his hands tracing lazy circles over your bare skin. You whined and moved against him. “Shall I stop?” His phantom form whispered to yours, and you shook your head.

“Please,” you breathed in your sleep, shifting over the covers.

His dream self slid his hand lower, brushing over your folds and you whined, your hips moving to meet his fingers. He teased you, nipping at your neck as his fingers continued to lightly touch you, cooing gently in your ear. He watched as your mind and body came undone in your sleep, your moans catching in your throat.

Soon, he told himself. He wouldn’t allow you to slip from his fingers with the passing of time. He needed to take you for his own. Soon.

Letting go of your fingers, he bent forward to press a kiss against your forehead. “Until we meet again, love.”

He stood and slid on his coat, leaving you peacefully asleep.

~~~

The day had started the same as any other.

Spring had come, the rain unforgiving in the grey air. You made your way home from work, walking quickly under your umbrella.

You climbed the stairs of your apartment, and opened the door, the grim light outside illuminating it dully. You took off your coat and set your umbrella by the door, walking further inside when you gasped, the outline of a man dark against your window.

You were frozen in fear, your mind running a mile a minute.

“Darling,” he spoke, that low, deep voice so familiar. He stepped forward and you could see the glint of his bright blue eyes even in the dim room.

“You,” you took a step back, “what- what are you doing here?” Your voice shook as you spoke.

“I’ve come to present you with an opportunity,” he smiled, stepping forward once more. His thin lips curved upwards at the edges, his high cheekbones still pronounced.

You took two more steps back only to be met with the wall behind you. “Are you- am I dying?” You whispered, afraid of his answer.

He laughed, shaking his head. “No, pet.” He came closer to you, the chill emanating off of his body in waves. Every fibre of your being told you to get away, to run from him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move. He watched you curiously, his fingertips brushing your jaw. He gave you a grin. “Do you want to cheat death?”

You held in a whimper at the feel of his fingers on your skin. They were cool but electric, eliciting heat from your body. You suddenly felt as if it were too warm, too stuffy in your small apartment. You did your best to push away the feeling, forcing yourself to focus on his question. “What do you mean?”

“Not many can see me as you do. And even fewer,” he grasped your hand, his fingers cold, “can touch me.” He tilted his head, “you’re a rarity, darling.” He rubbed his thumb over the ring on your finger, his eyes flickering back up to yours. “It looks lovely on you. I knew it would.”

You swallowed, your eyes falling on the little stack of novels he’d gifted you. You felt his hand come to slip around your waist and let out a shaky breath. You could feel your body responding to him, the damp warm heat growing between your legs.

“Come with me. I’ll show you things you’ve never imagined. All the secrets your scholars and religious zealots have debated for centuries. You’ll know everything and so much more.” His grip tightened around your waist.

Your brow furrowed. His proposal made you nervous, almost too good to be true.

“I’d never lie to you.” He spoke, his face serious.

Your brow furrowed. You wondered passively if he could hear your thoughts.

He kept silent, watching you intently.

“Would I die?” You asked timidly.

“Not until you’re meant to.”

“Would I have to…” you trailed off, hoping he’d understand.

“Nothing you wouldn’t want to, darling.”

You bit your lip, considering what was tying you here. You thought of your distant family and friends whom you hadn’t talked to in months. You looked around the tiny room that passed as your apartment, the busy street below and shouting neighbours forever intruding in your space. You looked back to the man- the entity before you and your heart raced. “I’ll go with you.”

He smiled wide at you. “Wonderful, darling.”

You gave him a small smile back.

“Now. I’m afraid to carry on I’ll need a little something from you.”

Your eyes widened, worried he may ask you for your literal beating heart.

You saw the corners of his mouth quirk upwards slightly before he spoke. “Do not fear. All I need is a kiss.”

“A kiss?” You asked, incredulous.

He nodded. “A kiss from death himself,” he smirked.

“I, I don’t know.” You felt suddenly unsure, nerves overtaking you.

“Breathe.” His hand slid into your own, his fingers touching the golden band you wore as if to remind you. He came forward to hold his lips against your ear, eliciting a shiver from you. “I know you’ve thought about it, don’t lie to me.” His lips brushed against the shell of your ear, his breath cool as he spoke.

You let out a shaky puff of air as he came back to face you. You bent closer, holding his gaze, your eyes falling closed as you felt your lips press against his. One touch of his lips and you lost yourself, pressing up against him eagerly, his tongue slipping against yours. It was so familiar, his touch, his kiss, exactly as he felt in your dreams. Even his scent was familiar, deep with a hint of a something sharp and cold.

He eventually pulled away, his eyes watching you, a dark fire burning behind his gaze.

The sound of your breath filled the room. “I’m sorry,” you said, breathless.

“Never apologise, not for that.” He tilted his head curiously, his eyes narrowing. “Do you not know how I feel for you, pet?”

You swallowed hard, shaking your head.

He lifted his chin, his eyes running down your form. “I see. In that case, let me show you exactly how I feel.” He said it with a bit of a growl, his voice low.

You let out a little yelp as he moved to pull you along with him before laying you down on your bed.

He pushed his long coat off his shoulders, the black fabric falling to the floor before he crawled over you, one leg settling between yours, his hair hanging down over his face as he held himself over you.

Emboldened, you reached up to tuck his hair behind his ear. His eyes closed lightly at your touch, dark eyelashes touching his pale cheek.

“What’s your name?” You asked, your eyes searching his features.

He smirked. “Death carries no name, pet.” He brought himself down, pressing his lips against yours, in a searing kiss.

He shifted the leg between your own so it pushed against you, the feeling too much and not enough at once. His hand came to grip your hip, guiding it to move up against him and you let out a whimper at the slow heat building between your legs.

He moved to kiss your throat, his cool lips pressing against your skin. You felt his hand drift lower, coming between you to pull up the hem of your skirt. He pushed your leg over a little, his fingers brushing against the material of your panties. You gasped, arching your chest up into his, so firm against you.

“Oh darling,” he spoke into your ear, his voice low. “You need it badly, don’t you?”

You whined, his fingers slipping under the fabric covering your heat. He delicately ran one finger between your folds and your hips shifted, your hands gripping the coverlet under you.

He chuckled, the wetness between your legs obvious. He came back to face you, holding his lips inches from yours, capturing your shaky breaths. He lightly teased your clit, his fingertip rubbing against it in slow, grazing circles. He licked against your bottom lip, capturing it between his teeth as his pressure built. You moaned into his mouth, your hand coming to grasp the bicep of the arm toying with you. He felt so cold, so hard under your hands, almost as if he were chiseled from stone.

He pulled away to watch you as he slowly inserted his finger into you, the slick around his skin easily allowing him entrance. His touch was quickly warmed by your heat.

“That’s it, pet.” He spoke, his lids heavy as he watched you. “Open for me, my lovely girl.” He added another finger, stretching you a little, your legs parting as you submit to his movements.

It felt almost too good, the sound of your breath filling the room. “Please,” you whispered, unsure of what you were pleading for.

He dipped to kiss your neck, his teeth marring your skin. He curled his fingers in the slightest and you moaned, the sensation causing you to hold still.

“Come on, darling,” he spoke against your ear, his thumb coming to lightly tap against your clit. Your grip on his arm had tightened, your breath caught in your lungs. He was stroking you more firmly, your hips rising off the bed. “Take what you need from me.” He sucked at the skin just under your ear and you cried out, the sensation causing that cord within you to snap, pleasure overtaking you in waves.

You eventually opened your eyes, finding death staring down at you, a grin pulling at his lips. His fingers were gone from you, now resting on your hip.

You gave him a lazy smile, your thoughts slow. You gently pushed your hips against him, watching his brow furrow, his expression falling. All you felt was a need for him, your earlier apprehension gone. “Please,” you spoke, your eyes lost in his. “I need you, please.”

“Are you certain?” He asked, his gaze searching yours.

“Yes,” it no longer mattered who, or what he was. You’d never felt such desire before, your heart warm, your body almost vibrating with it.

He sat back and pulled you up, helping you undress, his touch gentle against you. He laid you back against the bedding and his eyes ran along your form, taking you in. “Such a lovely creature,” he spoke, his hands coming to the buttons of his shirt, revealing a pale chest with corded muscle throughout.

You swallowed hard at the sight of him and he came back over you, pushing your legs apart to kneel between them. He bent to kiss your collarbone, moving lower to your breast, flicking his tongue against your nipple. You gasped and he repeated his actions on the other side, leaving your skin cool to the air as he sat back.

He undid his trousers, his length hard in his hand. He glanced up to you as he ran his length through your folds, causing you to inhale sharply.

He felt so soft against your heat, the cool of him quickly warming with your touch. “Are you ready?” He spoke with a hint of a rasp, the tone sending another wave of heat through you.

“Please,” you breathed, your hips angling out to push him further against you.

His brow furrowed and he remained still for a moment before slowly pushing himself in, carefully watching you. He stretched you slowly, eventually coming to rest once he was fully within you. You could feel the cool of his skin warm against you, your muscles relaxing to accommodate him. His eyes were dark, his jaw sharp as he looked down at you, his eyes closing briefly when you felt yourself flutter around him.

You moved your hips slightly, pleading silently for him to move.

He ran his hands from your hips down to your thighs then gave a slow thrust. The angle hit that spot he’d touched within you earlier, and as he built a steady rhythm your hands desperately grasped his, your breath unsteady.

He shook his head at you as he moved, “you’re going to burn me up, pet. You feel,” he let out a groan, “divine.”

He brought a hand above your sex, his thumb coming down to brush against your clit. You moaned, your back arching up off the bed, seemingly presenting him with a deeper angle that made your eyes roll back inside your head. “It’s too much, I can’t- I can’t take it,” you stuttered, the rising pleasure continuing to build. You felt exposed to him, vulnerable, as you took his thrusts, every part of him overwhelming you.

“Hush, pet. I’ve got you,” he spoke, moving to lay on top of you, his lips softly kissing your neck. “You can take it, darling. I’m right here with you,” he moved up to kiss that spot behind your ear and you let out a breathy whine. “Don’t overthink it, just feel.”

You closed your eyes, letting out a breath as you focused on him. You felt yourself melt a little into the mattress, the warmth between your legs spreading as it continued to build.

“That’s it,” he spoke against your ear, “good girl. Feel it,” he let out a hiss as you started to meet his thrusts, “oh, such a good little pet.”

You could feel the same tightening within you, the pleasure rising. “There you go darling,” he sounded pleased, “cum for me, my pretty girl.” He leant up to watch you, his thumb pushing a little harder into your clit.

It took three more thrusts before your hips held still, your cries ringing out in the silent room. He didn’t stop playing with you until he came, drawing out your pleasure to end with his. Your walls fluttered around him as his length twitched, spilling deep inside of you.

You swallowed, your lips dry as you looked to him, still holding himself above you. His eyes were so full of awe, you could almost mistake it as love.

He pressed a kiss to your lips, then your forehead before pulling out of you. You could feel his seed dribble down the inside of your thigh and you shivered, a smile coming to your lips. You felt happy, happier with your choice, a small knot of nerves in the pit of your stomach.

“Lovely girl,” he said as he pressed a warm washcloth between your legs, carefully cleaning your skin before his own.

You stood to dress, picking the various bits of your clothing up off of the floor. He slid his shirt on over his shoulders, his eyes glued to you, still burning with something behind the brilliant blue

“Are you ready?” He asked, holding his hand out for you, his long coat slung over the other.

You took a moment to look around, wondering if there was anything you wanted to take. Suddenly remembering, you walked over to the small stack of poetry and held it in one arm.

His eyes sparkled in the grey light as he stepped closer to hold you, his hand brushing lightly against the skin of your cheekbone.

“Loki.”

Your brow furrowed.

He smiled, “my name. One of them at least.”

You bit your lip and grinned. “Loki,” you repeated, testing the name on your tongue. “I’m think I’m ready to go, Loki.”

“Of course, darling.” He turned and slid his hand in yours, opening a glowing green oval before him. “Keep close to me. Don’t let go of my hand until we’re there.”

Your heart beat fast and you gripped his hand harder, suddenly afraid of the unknown facing you.

He kissed your cheek lightly. “Do not fear, darling. I have you now,” he nodded at you. “I’ll always keep you safe.”

With that the two of you stepped into the green light, quickly slipping head first into the unknown.

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Author's Note: What do we think of death!Loki? I feel like the job would only ever be given to him as punishment...

In any case, that's a wrap on my first follower celebration!! I may post something for that sub!Loki fic in the near future, but otherwise this challenge is complete. Thank you all so much for submitting such fun requests, I love you all immensely! 🖤🖤🖤

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Set My World Ablaze

Summary: Being in love with your best friend is always a struggle, especially when she has no idea. Or so you think.

Pairing: Wanda x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3522

Warning: smut, angst, sexual tension, f/f, language, Wanda Maximoff (she's babe and thus a warning), alcohol, fluff, friends to lovers, 18+, DNI if you're a minor

A/N: This is my submission for @msmarvelwrites 2k writing challenge and the song prompt that I based this on was Dress. I'm obsessed with this song and I knew I wanted to write this story from the very beginning. It just took me a bit longer than I anticipated because I kept fighting with myself over it

if you’re a minor, please DNI!

Please do not repost, publish or translate my work. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thank you for reading :)

Wanda’s fingers ran through your hair, as she created an intricate updo on top of your head. Your eyes fluttered shut, savoring the feeling of her nimble fingers in your long tresses.

“You gonna fall asleep on me, lovely?” Her melodic voice questioned, her Sokovian accent sending a thrill up your spine. You couldn’t help it, you were in love with your best friend and she was the only one who didn’t know.

Ever since Wanda had joined the team, you two were inseparable. Initially having bonded over your similar powers, the friendship quickly grew. Now two years later, and that feeling of friendship had bloomed into something more. At least for you. Every day you fell more and more in love with her.

Every time Wanda entered the room, your heart skipped a beat and sometimes you found yourself staring at her until someone nudged you out of your stupors. Luckily you were able to shield her from reading your thoughts or your friendship would long have been ruined. She didn’t feel that way for you and you knew she never would.

“Honey?” she questioned again.

“Mhmm?” you mumbled, drawing a sweet giggle out of her.

“Are you falling asleep, darling?”

“Yess,” You nodded, eyes still shut.

“Well you’re gonna have to wake up because I’m all done.”

“Noooooo,” you groaned, head falling back into her lap. She leaned forward, her beautiful hair creating a cocoon around you two. “You can’t be done, it feels too good!”

Smiling, she kissed your nose and gently moved your head, so she could get up.

“I have magic fingers,” she smirked, wiggling her fingers at you. You chuckled, her playful antics were rarely present these days, the stress of all these missions getting to you all.

“Yes you do, now come back and continue your magic finger treatment,” you pouted.

She shook her hand, “I can’t babe, I promised Vision I would train with him. But I promise tonight we can have a movie night, just the two of us!”

Getting off the ground, you followed her out, walking with her to the training room

“Sounds great, but we can’t tonight. Tony’s throwing that extravagant party, celebrating that one mission we didn’t die on, remember?” The one you still had to find a dress for.

“Oh no, you’re right! I completely forgot about that!” Wanda exclaimed. She suddenly gripped your arm, stopping you. “We should go together! That way neither one of us will be alone!”

Her words hurt your heart because you knew she didn’t mean it as you wanted her to, but nonetheless, you plastered a smile on and agreed quickly, before excusing yourself.

Natasha was leaning by your door as you approached and she pushed off the wall, trailing you into the room.

“You know you should just tell her how you feel?” she said, as you plopped down on your couch in a huff.

“Tell who what?” you asked, playing dumb. Nat gave you a ‘seriously’ look and you shook your head “I can’t tell her. She sees me as a friend, that’s all. And I love her too much to lose her.”

“So you choose to be unhappy.”

“You know better than all of us, that us avengers rarely find happiness,” you joked, and she shoved you playfully.

“Oh shut up!” she chuckled. “We should find you an amazing dress for tonight, that’ll help you feel like yourself again.”

You shrugged, sure that she was right but your heart just wasn’t in it. Alas, you let her drag you out to go shopping. Armed with Tony’s credit card, she found a cute boutique that was very misleading because you knew if you looked at any of the tags, you’d had a heart attack.

Watching as she tore through the racks of dresses, you sat on a comfy poof with a champagne flute in hand. She was a menace, throwing dress after dress in a pile you knew she was gonna make you try.

Shaking your head, you stood up and began scanning through the dresses yourself, running your hand over the material. A burgundy dress caught your eye, the satiny material, cut in a deep v, tight but not too tight with a slit up the thigh. It was beautiful.

You snuck into the back without alerting Nat, and into a dressing room. The dress fit perfectly, hugging every curve of your body and for a second you imagined Wanda seeing you in this and falling head over heels in love with you. Oh, a girl could dream, couldn’t she?

“Y/n? Where did you go?” you hear Natasha call out and peeked your head out of the room.

“Back here, Nat. I found a dress,” you hollered back. She let out a frustrated huff, knowing her efforts were wasted on you. You exited the dressing room and her eyes widened as she took in your silhouette.

“Wow! I’m impressed, you did almost as good of a job as I would have,” Nat said, crossing her arms and leaning against the door frame. “Now if you let me do your hair and makeup, I’m sure we can make Wanda not know what hit her.”

You quickly threw a hanger at her, which she dodged effortlessly, laughing as she left you to change.

The shopping trip didn’t last long after that, as you came to the counter to find Nat with her dress and a pair of heels for you. She was lucky you were very dexterous, otherwise, you would fall flat on your face in those shoes and what kind of impression would you make then?

“Okay Nat, you’re overdoing it, I can feel it,” you complained, as she ran the brush along your cheekbones in feather light motions. She tsked you, ignoring your billionth complaint of the night. “Natttttt!” “Stop complaining or I will mess up and we’ll have to start all over,” She threatened. A light knock interrupted your rebuttal and you both looked at the door. “There, you’re all done,” she smiled, booping you on the nose with the brush before she took the cloth off, the one she had tied around your neck to avoid messing up your dress with makeup.

“Finally!” you said exasperatedly, heading to the door. You opened it to reveal Wanda in a pretty rose gold dress, the v of the dress was nearly down to her navel, accentuating the slopes of her breasts and tiny waist, the sequins were scattered with a few in flower shapes, all catching the light with each movement. She looked like an absolute goddess with her long hair in loose waves. The smile she gave you lit up her entire face, causing your heart to race.

“Wow, you look beautiful!” She exclaimed pulling the rather speechless you into a tight hug. You hoped she couldn’t feel your raging heartbeat. Natasha laughed under her breath, covering it up as a cough and you quickly flipped her the bird from behind Wanda’s back.

“Thank you, Wanda. So do you,” you managed to get out without stumbling over your words. A quick round of applause, ladies and gentlemen! You pulled away from her and the three of you headed downstairs.

Natasha conveniently leaving the two of you to join Steve at the bar. Bruce was in charge of drinks tonight so you knew you’d most likely be hungover in the morning. That man did not know how to portion alcohol appropriately.

Wanda scanned the room, her arm looped through yours, waving to some of your friends. She pulled you alongside her as she came to the group of couches where Bucky, Sam, and Vision sat.

“Doll, that dress is immaculate,” Bucky complimented as you sat down next to him with Wanda beside you. Vision pulled Wanda into a discussion about their workout earlier and you turned your attention to Sam and Bucky.

“Thanks, Buck! Nat and I went shopping this afternoon,” you said, smiling at the super-soldier. You couldn’t deny that he was a god of a man and you probably checked him out almost as much as you did Wanda. Bucky Barnes was a gift to womankind and he knew it.

His eyes looked you over and you leaned forward a bit, placing your purse on the coffee table, causing his eyes to wander to your cleavage.

“Well you two did a great job picking out dresses,” He replied, eyes reluctantly leaving your chest. His eyes glanced over your shoulders and widened briefly, before returning to you nervously. You turned to look over your shoulder, only seeing Wanda talking with Vision and a room full of people mingling. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Bucky still looked a bit spooked when you return to him but as the conversation flows, him and Sam have you laughing uncontrollably. At some point, Wanda brought you a drink, and another and another until your whole body felt so hot and your dress felt like it was smothering you.

You leaned back into her, her sweet scent enveloping you like a warm hug. She giggled at something Bucky said or didn’t say, you weren’t exactly sure at this point, and wrapped her arm around your shoulder, hand resting by your breast.

“And that’s when I had to intervene, you know? Or Steve was going to get his ass handed to him for the last time,” Bucky chuckled recalling a time when Steve got his ass kicked. Steve tossed a pillow at him as the crowd laughed along with Bucky. Those two were probably the only ones not hammered at this point.

“I’m gonna get another drink,” you said, your words only slightly slurred. You could handle your alcohol well, but you were still quite tipsy and as you went to stand up, you wobbled. Wanda’s hand shot out, her powers wrapped around your waist, holding you steady. You gained your footing, nodding thanks to her, and headed carefully to the bar.

“I need another drink please, good sir,” you said, leaning haphazardly against the bar. Bruce’s lip quirked up in a half-smile as he handed you a pink concoction. You took it without question and started sipping, resting against the counter as you looked around the now practically empty room. Only the Avengers and close friends were left; it was always your favorite time of the night when it was just all of you having a good time.

“I think it’s time to head to bed, love,” Wanda’s accented voice whispered in your ear, her warm breath trailing along your skin, raising goosebumps on your flesh.

“Bed?” you asked confused. “You’re going to take me to bed?” the lack of filter elevated by the alcohol in your system.

“If that’s what you want, baby,” she said, “You don’t think I don’t see the way you look at me. The way you watch me, the way you stumble over your words when I’m around.”

You backed away from her, thinking she was mocking you, that she had made it through your mental barriers. “Wanda, don’t,” you whispered, shaking your head. She tilted her head to the side, in that cute way that she does and grabbed your hands.

“I want you, y/n. I’m not messing with you. I want you too.” she reassured you, pulling you closer to her until her arms wrapped around your waist. Her fingers lingered over the bare skin of your back as she drew shapes on your skin, calming you almost instantly.

“Really?” you said, feeling ridiculous at how pathetic you sounded.

She leaned in, placing a sweet kiss on your lips and you whimpered against her lips. The kiss was electrifying, just the feeling of her against you ignited a dormant spark in you. Tugging you closer, she pressed herself against you. She tugged on your bottom lip as she separated from you. “Really, love. I almost took Barnes out earlier for the way he was staring.”

“You’re the one who spooked him?” you questioned. She nodded, with a wicked smile.

“Ever since I saw you in that dress, all I’ve wanted to do is peel it off you and if I wasn’t doing, no one else was going to.”

Lips to her ears, you said “Well good because I only bought this dress so you could take it off.”

Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Wanda grabbed your hand, and the two of you made your way to the elevator, giggling the whole way there. Oblivious to anything else. You were sure Natasha was probably smirking knowingly while the rest just stared.

The two of you barely made it to the bedroom when you pressed Wanda into a wall, slotting your thigh between hers.

“I don’t want you like a best friend. I haven’t for a long time,” you admitted against her lips before pulling her into a passionate kiss. Wanda’s hands grasped at the ample flesh of your ass, as she ground herself on your thigh.

Your hand cupped her face, holding her close, pausing for a moment to take her in, the moonlight from the window caressing the line of her throat, the swell of her heaving chest, the glimmer of her sequined dress.

Her fingers danced up your torso to the zipper on your side, lowering it with ease, before sliding the straps down your shoulders. You shimmied out of the dress and helped her slip her dress off, leaving you both in nothing but your panties.

Dresses discarded on the floor, you pulled her close, pressing your lips to Wanda’s neck. Her breasts bouncing lightly, her cheeks flushed, sweet nothings whispering from her lips, as she let her head fall back. Your lips sank lower, down to her breast, teasing one pebble-hard nipple, circling it with your tongue.

She pushed you onto the bed and you groaned as her teeth nipped at your neck. She crushed you to her, settling between your legs, skin to skin, every sweet curve at her fingertips. The red hue of her powers danced along your skin, making every part of you tingle. The added sensations made your back arch, your skin gliding along hers. Her fingertips dragged down your ribs, over the swell of your hips, finally brushing along the inside of your thighs.

A thrill sizzled up your spine and her eyes darkened at the sight of you. She was enjoying the way you were coming apart for her, unabashed and wanting.

“Wanda, I -” you panted as you felt Wanda drawing tight, firm circles over your clit with her clever fingers. She kept her pace steady, listening to you moan in time to her fingers.

It was truly like nothing you had ever known, even with previous lovers. The jolting current of her fingers combined with the soft kisses along your collarbones, your neck, your breasts. You mewled as she pulled a nipple into her mouth, lathing it with her tongue. You felt like time stood still, nothing but her teasing tongue and your breathless sighs, a heat building between your legs, setting your whole body aflame.

“Oh Wanda, yes,” you whispered.

“You like that, pretty baby?”

“Don’t stop,’’ you pleaded. She kissed you swallowing your pleas, your moans, all your sweet sounds. Her lips were like honey, warm and soft against yours. Your body writhing beneath her as Wanda’s fingers rolled over your swollen bud.

“I want to taste you,” She breathed, nuzzling into the valley of your breasts. You nodded, rapidly, the feel of her fingers making you yearn for more. You needed her mouth on you soon, before you lost it.

Kissing down your body, slow as melting ice, she ran her tongue along your sweat-beaded skin, her hand still strumming between your thighs. She pressed long, languid kisses on your belly, your hips, tracing around your navel with the tip of her tongue.

Spreading out your thighs with her hands, you laid splayed out on the bed before her. She watched you with a fierce look in her eye and her eyes drifted down to your silken softness, drenched in your slick. She moved slowly, running her tongue through your folds, flickering in and out.

You mewled and sighed, hips grinding, your hands in her hair, pulling her in tighter. Wanda moaned against you, feeling consumed by the taste of you, thirsty, starving for the flood of nectar on her tongue.

With a wave of her hand, she wrapped her powers around your breasts, pinching and rolling at the swollen nipples. The abundance of pleasure was quickly hurdling you towards the edge. You lost yourself as Wanda went to work in earnest, eyes rolling back in your head, fingers gripping the sheets blindly as you urged her on.

Your sounds made Wanda feel all-powerful, her every movement, every flick of her tongue or touch of her lips drawing out a groan, whispered pleas, a tremor running down the length of your body. With every drag of her tongue, your moans grew louder, longer until her tongue flicked over your pulsing bud, causing your body to tense up like a bowstring, spine arching. Your thighs clamped on either side of Wanda’s head, every muscle taut and shaking as your toes curled and you shrieked loudly.

Your whole body fell limp in the breathless aftermath, Wanda lapping up your release, tracing light circles over you, savoring your taste. Grinning mischievously she sank her tongue deeper into your petals, making you groan and reach for her head.

“Enough, gorgeous, enough,” you begged, pulling her back up your body. You enfolded her in your arms, your bodies melding into one as you flipped her over. Her legs wrapped around your waist as she kissed you feverishly, a long hungry kiss. You could taste yourself on her lips and you groaned, sucking on her bottom lip. Wanda smacked your ass, making you gasp and bite her lip, almost drawing blood.

“That was incredible,” she breathed out, licking her lips.

“Beginner’s luck?” you smirked down at her and she snarled in response.

“I didn’t hear any complaints,” she rebutted. “If you’re so cocky about it, love, why don’t you show me how it’s done?”

You kissed down her jawline, and she craned her head back, giving you full access to her neck. Your lips drifted down her throat, teeth grazing over her pulse point. Your fingernails traced lines of lust down her body, to her inner thighs.

“Say please” you taunted, kissing along her heated skin, nibbling marks on her gorgeous peaks. Your tongue flicked over a hardened nipple and Wanda whimpered, arching into you. You continued your descend down, situating yourself in between her thighs.

“W-what?” she panted.

“Say,” you whispered, nipping at the divet of her thigh and her sex. “Please.”

Wanda was hard-headed and stubborn, never one to bow down to anyone, but the way your fingers danced over her, light as a breeze, Wanda felt her belly begin to tighten as your tongue drew a tightening spiral around her clit.

“Say it,” you whispered again, flicking your tongue in a quick motion. The ache between her hips was a sweet agony, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Wanda, baby, say please and...” the light brush of your tongue, made her buck and shiver, “...I’ll give you what you want.”

Wanda lifted her heavy head, looking down the length of her body to you, ready to devour her. Anticipation was making it hard for her to breathe, eyes fluttering closed, she let her head fall back as she gave herself over to you entirely.

“Please.” Wanda panted.

A low, broken moan escaped her lips as you went to work, lips and tongues dancing through her folds. She had no idea where you had learned your skills, and any ex-lovers who may have had this pleasure from you, were now on Wanda’s hit list. She felt herself get wetter, her heat pulsed with every brush of your tongue. The bedsheet twisted in her fist as you slid a finger inside her, curling, coaxing, stroking against the spot that made her see stars.

The rhythm of your tongue matched your touch, and a second finger joined the first. Her back arched, lifting her hips to ground against your face, hands snarled in your hair. Wanda’s hips bucked wildly, and stars bloomed in her vision as your lips wrapped around your clit, sucking hard. The heat inside her burst into ravenous flames and she lost herself, her mouth open in a soundless scream.

Coming down from her blinding high, Wanda felt you beside her, soft lips leaving sweet kisses on her face, and finally her lips. You hooked a leg over hers, and she wrapped an arm around you, tugging you close. Nuzzled into her, you basked in her warm embrace.

“I hope you know I’m not letting you go. You’re mine.” Wanda said softly. You kissed her neck and hummed in approval.

“All yours,” you vowed, slowly beginning to doze off, her hand stroking your hair.

“Maybe next time, we’ll invite Bucky to join,” was the last thing you hear before sleep pulled you under.

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spencersawkward · 3 years

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I love your ff first of all, I'm obsessed and second of all I would ask you a suggestion, idk if maybe is that too much and you're totally free to not do that but you ever thought to do something in the line of the knive kink? I think it will be awesome

i'm so sorry this took so long! big thanks to my guardian angel @voidsfilm for giving me inspiration bc i literally struggled with this one more than i should have. never written a knife kink but i’m glad i tried lol.

summary: reader finds an antique knife that Matthew's kept in a drawer.

content warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, fingering, oral (male receiving), knife play (no blood drawn), Soft!Dom MGG, degradation and praise.

word count: 3.6k

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if there is one thing I absolutely despise, it's working out. getting sweaty, running until my legs hurt and my lungs are burning for air... not really my thing.

but when Matthew brought up the idea a couple months into our relationship, I couldn't say no to him: he had a goofy smile on his face and the kind of look in his eyes that made me relent and ask what kind of stuff he wanted to do.

I think that I've found the one thing that Matthew can't make fun.

"I'm gonna pass out." I bend over and set my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath. Matthew slows to a stop a few feet ahead, turning around and making a strained expression.

"oh, come on." but his voice is pretty breathless, too. he gently guides me off the path so that we don't get in the way of the other people out enjoying the day. a couple walks by us with their dog, strolling calmly, and I feel a rush of envy. if our workout routine had consisted of a few pleasant ambles around the city, I would have been totally willing.

"Matthew, I wanna go home." I whine impatiently. the only nice thing about this is that he's got one of those stupid sweatbands on his head to keep his hair out of his face, and it makes him look like a 1980's housewife.

"we can go home in fifteen minutes." he smiles, puts his hands on his hips, stretching in an exaggerated way.

"do you promise?" I brush a piece of hair out of my face.

"promise," he's lucky he looks so cute in his workout outfit. "we can even get one of those fancy juices for you on the way back."

"seriously?" I light up. this might actually be worth it; they have this amazing mango and lime combination that I can't ever manage to recreate with our own blender.

"if you beat me to the rock, then sure." he references the enormous boulder in Central Park that we both gawked at on our first date-- ever since then, it's been the end point for our runs. my lips curl into a grin.

"you're on." I take off, making sure to push him out of the way in order to gain a head start. he lets out something of a protestation but is quick to follow. I can feel his feet pounding behind me, trying to catch up.

I may not be good at running long distances, but I'm sure as hell faster than he is.

...

it's quiet when I step out of the bedroom, drying my hair with the towel and wandering into the living room. Matthew is sitting at the table with his sketchbook, drawing god knows what while he waits for me to finish up.

"what are you up to?" I ask softly as I plop down across from him. my head is slightly tilted while the towel rubs my scalp.

"I'm not really sure." he shrugs, frowning and holding up the notebook from a distance as if that'll help him figure out what to do.

"can I see when you're done?"

"of course," he sets it on the table again, then runs a fingertip across his chin. "actually, can you do me a favor?"

"sure."

"I have a set of colored pencils in the desk over there," he points to an old piece of furniture under the window. "would you mind getting them for me?"

"yep," I reply, getting up and leaving the towel on the table. "least I can do after kicking your ass."

on the walk past him, Matthew grabs my waist and pulls me into him, attacks me with tickles. I squeal and hit his shoulder.

"stop!" I laugh.

"you barely beat me!" he gives a dazzling smile and finally lets me go. I lightly smack him upside the head and head over to the desk, rifling through the drawers for the colored pencils he wanted.

as I push around various art supplies, glue sticks and random paintbrushes that look to be on the brink of falling apart, my fingers pass something cool and metallic. I grab the thing and pull it out.

it's a knife; like, a fancy one with an intricately decorated handle and what seems to be a pretty dulled edge. before he can notice what I've found, I start to move the thing between my hands curiously. there's a nice weight to it, but it's definitely old.

"hey, Matthew?" I ask warily.

"yeah?" so unassuming and sweet.

"why do you have a knife?"

there's a scratching as he gets up from the table to walk over to me. I lean against the desk. Matthew doesn't seem too bothered by what I'm saying at all, only gently taking the weapon out of my hands and examining it himself.

"oh, yeah!" he lets out something like a laugh. I raise an eyebrow and wait for him to continue. "do you remember when we went antiquing in Cape Cod, like, a month ago?"

"yeah." I nod at the memory. he'd been lucky enough to get some vacation days and we'd spent them sitting by the water with glasses of wine and nothing but time to talk. it really was a great trip, now that I think about it.

"I found it there." he still hasn't looked up and I realize that there's something he's not telling me. I don't know what I'm missing, but I start to get nervous.

"...why?"

"I was gonna ask then, but I guess I just forgot." his tongue darts out across his bottom lip as he lifts his face to meet my gaze. my heart thuds when he opens his mouth again. "I kinda wanted to try something."

"like?"

"I've been thinking about maybe using knives... in a sexual way."

"what?" I frown, confused by his wording. Matthew seems to realize that he's phrased it awkwardly and shifts his stance. he keeps glancing between the object and my face like he's worried about scaring me away.

"I don't mean I'm gonna stab you or anything," he laughs. "I just mean I think it sounds fun."

my hand finds his, brushing my palm over the steel to touch it myself again. there's a curiosity that burns through me now, something I'm a little unsure about but not enough so to deny the possibility of trying it.

"what do you wanna do with it?" I peek up at him. he bites his lip. we're speaking in gentle tones and I notice that our bodies have gotten closer within the last few moments. a warmth, a tension.

"like, pressing the blade flat against your skin while I fuck you." he takes the thing and demonstrates. the cool silver rests on my neck, too dull to really threaten a serious cut if he were to move too quickly. a shiver runs down my spine at the sensation of the metal.

I gulp, feel the curve of my throat push against it when I swallow. it's nice.

"oh." is all I say. Matthew is watching me intently, but he doesn't make any motion away from it. like he's entranced by the sight of me with a knife to my throat.

"are you interested?" he asks.

I mull it over. on the one hand, weapon play is something I've never considered in my sex life before. Matthew and I aren't vanilla, but this hasn't crossed my mind. that said, now that I can really feel it, there is a desire forming in my stomach. it would be a strange, new sensation.

"yes." the confirmation makes him smile a little. he lowers the thing and instead wraps me in his arms, kisses me passionately until our tongues are dancing over each other. I love how he holds me, our torsos against each other while my body leans slightly back to accept the weight of his touch.

he goes to my head like alcohol. and it's even more surreal when I feel the blade move under the hem of my shirt to rest against my back. I smile into his mouth. he doesn't do anything with it, just leaves it to remind me.

he starts to rut his hips against my lower stomach, getting aroused at the proximity of our bodies and the heated nature of our kiss. there's an urgency to all of it, like he's holding back. I don't want him to hold back; I want him to give me everything he has, everything beneath the surface.

my fingers twine in his hair and tug on the ends, causing him to groan into our embrace. there's no way we're going to make it all the way to the bedroom with the way he's grabbing at my body, so I stumble backwards towards the couch until the backs of my thighs hit the arm of it.

"you're horny." I giggle slightly when he pushes the hem of my shirt up my body, his nails dragging over my ribcage and trailing the object along with it. I feel the excitement growing.

"I'm just glad you're willing to try this." he murmurs the words, holds our foreheads together before his lips eagerly seek mine out, again. somehow, even with a weapon leveled against me, I can sense the love in every single action. I wouldn't have said yes if I didn't trust him to treat me with the utmost care.

I work at the buttons of his shirt, pushing it over his lovely shoulders and arms as he unclasps my bra. we're fervent, greedy in our movements, trying to kiss despite the attention needed to remove our clothes. mostly we just tangle up in each other until there's nothing left but my shorts for him to shove down my legs. he keeps his pants on.

"c'mon, beautiful." he mutters, pushing my legs open so that I'm sitting on the arm of the couch. he tilts my head and leans closer to suck on my bottom lip, and then starts to massage my tits. I can feel the handle of the weapon against my nipple.

when he reaches to slide his finger between my folds, I hiss out a breath at the cold sensation of his skin.

"is this because of me or the knife, baby?" he asks, corners of his mouth twitching up while I moan into his mouth. he starts to rub my clit with the collected wetness, teasing me too much. I want to fall back, but I can't. I won't let myself.

"both." I find myself turned on by the way the blade sits against my ribs again. the edge is just sharp enough to elicit a reaction from my body.

"feel that?" he angles the thing the slightest bit. I exhale and nod.

that isn't the response he's looking for, however, because he moves it so that it's under my chin. goosebumps on my skin while I pant uselessly against the weapon. I can feel it press harder with every breath out of my lungs, and I love it. I love the risk it brings out of me.

while Matthew dips his index inside my pussy, I writhe against it and tilt my head even more so he has better access.

"look at you," he lets out a dark chuckle, thrusts into me to the last digit. "you want more of this, don't you?"

"yes, sir." I breathe. my neck is actively moving against the metal. I glance down at his body and see his erection straining against his pants, craving release but finding none as he plunges his fingers in and out of me. I can hardly breathe from sheer focus on the sensations he's giving me right now.

"what are you looking at, sweetheart?" he quickens the pace of his movements and uses the object to make me focus on his face.

"you're hard." the words nearly die on my lips. he stares darkly at me, lifting his brows just enough to make me question whether I should have spoken at all. I bite my lip in anticipation.

"and what are you gonna do about it?" his voice is raspy as he stands back, removes his fingers from my pussy, and lets me drop to my knees. I'm weak both from the stimulation and from the loss of it, but I make quick work of undoing his belt, pulling the pants down his legs until I'm face-to-face with his cock. it sits against his stomach, throbbing impatiently while he watches. he uses the metallic point under my jaw to angle my face up to his.

"are you gonna suck me off, baby?" he smirks. I nod rigorously with wide eyes and an open mouth, dragging my tongue along the underside. Matthew's nose scrunches up for a moment at the shock of contact when I tease the head. all his concentration is on watching me wrap my hand around the shaft and pumping him gently. "spit on it."

I obey and spit right onto the tip before rubbing my thumb over the top to gather the precum. as I start to swirl my tongue and move my lips onto him, he throws his head back, lets out a wanton noise. it urges me on. I take every moment with a deliberate attention to the veins and sensitive spot he has.

"that's it, that's it." he rasps while knotting his hand in my hair. the other keeps the knife pressed to my throat. he lets me move on my own for a bit, gauging my desires from the way my eyes attempt to memorize the sight of his face above me, that jaw dropped in licentious craving. I can tell that he wants to fuck my face, but I go slow just to draw it out a little. it makes the soreness of my jaw worth it when he gets all impatient and flustered.

I hollow my cheeks and bob on his dick, bat my lashes, pull myself off him for a second just to kiss the tip.

"can I use your mouth?" he asks through a restrained groan. I open it and nod, sighing at the feeling of his fingers twining through my hair again before he pushes back into the opening. now that he's got full control, he starts to develop his own movements, sometimes meeting his thrusts by pressing my face against him.

he gets deep in it, never losing his grip on the knife, until my nose is pressed to his stomach. my throat closes instinctively around him even more tightly, and he lets out a guttural moan.

"such a cute mouth when I'm using it." he thrusts until I gag and then he's smiling. "get up."

he removes himself so fast, my eyes water at the sudden lack of blockage in my throat. I gulp air while he hooks his hands under my arms and hoists me up. I'm about to turn around so I can lift my leg and give him better access, but he sits me on the arm of the couch and parts my thighs.

"I wanna see your pretty face." he leans down and pecks my cheek. I smile at the surprising tenderness-- although it doesn't last long. steel sits against the space between my neck and collarbone. it's only a moment before he positions himself between my legs and slides his cock into me.

my back arches and I look him in the eyes, gasping.

"fuck, baby." he drags out the first word as he inches inside. I mewl helplessly at the way he stretches me out, my pussy clenching every few seconds. he keeps one hand on my lower back to support me and bring me closer to his pelvis, and then we're staring into each other's eyes as he finally settles in it.

his hips start to thrust into me, hopeful for any kind of contact while I accustom myself to the shape of him. it happens every time, despite the amount of times we've done this. and I'm bad at patience, but he's worse. his body stutters against mine.

"is it good enough, sir?" I ask quietly. he tightens his grip on my back and on the blade, the edge threatening my skin the perfect amount. I suck in a breath at the way it stings a little.

"you're doing perfectly." he recognizes what I want to hear as he finds my sweet spot and begins to hit it repeatedly, smoothly works my body. I swear there are planets in my eyes when I stare at the expressions on his face, both of us so wrapped up in each other that every other thought becomes obsolete.

he moves the knife to under my chin to rest on my throat.

"feel that?"

I nod so the edge bites more. he smirks.

"just to show you who you belong to."

my hips push up to meet his thrusts, needing more stimulation, more friction. what I want is for him to be relentless, to slam into my body with the kind of hunger I know he has. there are sounds, movements, that he's made before that make me want him to use them. but he's withholding, probably hesitant about the dangerous object on my pulse point.

"I belong to you, sir." I egg him on. he likes the sound of that, grunting and starting to pound into me.

"yeah? you're my dirty little whore." he speaks through gritted teeth. I shiver.

"mhmm."

"I use you how I want, when I want." his fingertips dig into my skin and he yanks me closer so that he can hit a new angle. I let out a surprised noise when he brushes my g-spot. it's otherworldly and I expose more of my neck to him.

"my little slut likes pain, huh?" he nudges the weapon harder into my skin. it doesn't draw blood, but I can sense the mark it'll leave. I love it.

"yes, sir." we're both getting needy, but we can't hold each other the way that we want to in our given positions. my palms are occupied on the arm of the couch to hold myself up and one of his hands is too busy holding the object for us to fuck as deeply as we need.

"are you gonna take it like a good girl when I cum in it?" he mutters. he runs his tongue over my jawline and the weapon nicks my skin. I moan at the mingling of sensations that's building all across my body.

"yes, sir." I plead. it's nearly unbearable, how much I want him. we're chasing our orgasms and I know what will finish me off. he knows, too.

Matthew drops the knife. it clatters to the ground, but there's no time for me to register it with the way he grabs my hips and lifts me into the air, my legs wrapping around his waist while he keeps fucking into me. he maneuvers us with shocking ease, laying me on the couch and positioning himself at the right moment so that I can drag my nails over his back and keep my thighs locked around him.

"mmm... baby, I'm gonna cum." he drives into me recklessly, both of us finally able to cling to each other. the angle is just enough to stimulate my clit and I nod, using the leverage of my legs to pull myself to him and roll my hips for friction.

Matthew slams my body into the couch, grunting in my ear as he finds his climax inside me. it's so deep, I have to work to keep the yell inside, but he's not done. he rides it out and plows into me while I reach the edge.

"tell me how it feels." he orders in my ear. I sigh.

"so-- so good, sir." my voice is thin. "I'm close."

"show me." he leaves bruises on my hips with his hands. I feel the knot finally snap, every muscle in my stomach spasming chaotically. I finish with a loud moan, begging him to drag it out further. my vision nearly goes black at the tide that threatens to overtake my body.

"Matthew--" I gasp. he moans quietly at the way I say his name, still rocking his body into mine while I come down from the shocks of orgasm. it's nearly overwhelming, the pleasure running through my body.

slowly, we come to a stillness and he drops his head into my shoulder, panting. he doesn't let go at first, but then he withdraws from my pussy and lets me take a rest. I lay there on the couch while he kneels between my legs, pressing gentle kisses to my neck.

"I love you." he repeats it over and over.

"I love you, too," I hope he can feel the meaning, despite the sheer exhaustion in my tone. he runs his fingertips across the red marks where the thing went a little too deeply, but I'm not worried about it. "we should try that again, sometime."

"you liked it?" he smiles brightly. I love the lines by his eyes.

"definitely."

he lets out a cheerful noise and buries his face back into my throat because he knows how much it tickles. I screech and giggle, my legs kicking wildly around me. more contented than ever before.

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princessphilly · 3 years

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This is a bit of a filler chapter, sorry.

“Are you going to miss me?”

Nina didn’t even look up from her iPad. It was so annoying yet adorable at the same time, how Sidney was desperately trying to get her to tell him how much she was going to miss him.

“Um, I think you’re going to miss me more than I’ll miss you,” Nina finally replied. She grinned as Sidney huffed.

The first month of the new year had passed by pretty quickly to Nina. After being together for New Year’s Eve, Nina and Sid separated as the Pens had to finish off their road trip. Nina stayed in Miami for Jason’s game before taking an extra week just for herself. It was nice to have a bit of a vacation, especially when Lauren flew down. Nina basically enjoyed being on the beach, hanging out with a close friend, and shopping.

The morning of New Year’s Day, after having their first breakfast together of the new year, Sid had given Nina a card. Nina was shocked to see a credit card with her name on it and she had tried to give it back but Sid had insisted. “You don’t treat yourself enough, pretty girl,” he had firmly stated. So Nina took advantage of it to treat herself a bit.

By the time she came back to Pittsburgh, Sidney’s road trip was over but Nina’s semester had started. They had a couple of weeks where they spent time together as much as possible before the Pens had another short road trip. Now, Sidney was on his way to the Olympics in Beijing for their longest separation so far.

Sidney finally had his bag packed the way that he liked it. Glancing at Nina laying on their, um, his bed, he drawled, “Are you sure you aren’t going to miss me?”

Nina looked up and giggled. “You hog the sheets, Sidney. And you’re like a furnace when you sleep.”

Sidney walked over to the bed, crouching over Nina. “Hurting my feelings right before I have to take a long flight. Tsk tsk.”

“Your flight leaves tomorrow. You’re just making sure you are totally prepared tonight. Stop being so dramatic, Sidney Crosby.”

Sidney smirked as he brushed a hand down Nina’s front. She was clothed, wearing one of his t-shirts. “Still, Nina.

“Still, Sidney.”

Nina stuck out her tongue at Sidney as he giggle-honked. Sidney brushed an errant strand of hair off of Nina’s forehead as he whispered, “I wish you were coming.”

“It was too short of a notice to take almost three weeks off, Sid,” Nina murmured. “Plus, hasn’t it always just been your family attending the Olympics?”

“Yes?”

Nina smiled. “Then, I would be breaking your tradition and your superstitions-”

Sidney opened his mouth to disagree but Nina put a finger over it. “Don’t even start, we both know how important ALL of your superstitions are. Even if you wouldn’t say it, if you lose without a gold medal and I'm there, part of you would be wondering. So quit the bullshit, Sidney.”

Sidney gave Nina a chagrined smile as she laughed at him. She was right, as always.

“Sid, it’ll be fine. You’re lucky I’m a morning person, you can call me crazy early here and I’ll pick up,” Nina reasoned.

Sidney pouted a bit. “I finally got you to actually date me, I don’t want to be separated from you for that long.”

“How cute, Mr. Obsessed-with-Hockey has become soft in his old age.”

Nina squealed when Sidney tickled her, squirming. “Okay, okay, you’re allowed to become soft!”

Sidney gave Nina a soft smile and she gulped. Something shifted in that look and Nina felt like there was something new.

Sidney bit his lip as Nina nervously laughed. In that moment, the pure joy on Nina’s face as she squealed while he tickled her, Sidney was sure that he loved her. He loved Nina. But this was the wrong time to admit that. So he chuckled and said, “If I’m soft, it’s only because of you.”

Nina stuck out her tongue and rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”

Sidney chose not to respond to that statement, instead choosing to slide his lips over hers. Soft and sweet, exploratory as they kissed, not their usual hungry kisses. Then Nina wrapped a leg around Sidney’s waist and the mood changed.

Nina ended the kiss first, whispering, “I can feel that someone is going to really miss me.”

“Going to miss you so much,” Sidney replied, grinding his hips into Nina’s core. “Let me show you.”

Nina gasped as Sidney sucked along her neck, just light enough not to leave any marks. “Gonna give you something to remember while I’m gone,” Sidney promised as his hands went under her shirt before pulling it off.

Nina grinned before moaning as Sidney began to do exactly what he promised to do.

Sidney sighed as he sent the text. Everything was going great, even after a couple of hiccups in their first group stage games. This year, it was obvious to Sidney that this was going to be the last Olympics for him. Except for him, Tazer, Bergy, Tanger, Webs, Price, and Giroux, all of the other players on the team were under 30. Sidney saw his job as captain this year to not just get one more gold, but get the younger guys ready to take over.

Right now, they were getting ready to play against Germany, their first game after the group stage, the real games. It was before pregame; the players whose families had come to Beijing were giving well-wishes. At this moment, Sidney wished Nina was here with him instead of home in Pittsburgh.

His phone pinged and Sidney relaxed when he saw the message: its midnight here. Good luck. Im g2g2 sleep. Bye

That message was quickly followed by another one: why the hell did they schedule yall for so fucking late? figured canada would be primetime here

Sidney laughed when he saw Nina’s message. Giroux looked at him, raising an eyebrow. “Must be the elusive girlfriend.”

Giroux’s wife elbowed him, causing him to say ow. Sidney snickered; they may be teammates for Team Canada but their truce was still a fragile truce. Ryanne Giroux said, “I heard Nina’s very sweet and kind.”

“Oh?”

Sidney was suddenly very curious. Blithely, Ryanne replied, “You know as well as I do it’s a small league. People only have the kindest things to say about her.”

Relaxing a bit, Sidney grinned. “Nina’s pretty fucking amazing. I’m lucky she likes me.”

“Oh God, he’s talking about Nina again.”

Sidney’s grin turned into a smile as Tanger clasped him on the back. Tanger continued, “It took five years-”

“Five years,” Giroux asked as Sidney groaned. “Stop giving him chirp material.”

Ryanne snickered as Sidney’s phone pinged again; kris says ur bragging about me again?

“Really, Tanger, really?”

Kris laughed as Sidney narrowed his eyes. “Calm down, Sid.”

Before Sidney could reply, Nina sent him another text: score a hat trick

Sidney gave his phone a soft smile. It was time to get focused for the game, so Sidney put his phone away as soon as he went back into the locker room.

Nina cracked an eye open. The time difference was a motherfucker; it was 5:45 am but 5:45pm. Yawning, Nina sat up in her bed as she accepted the call from Sid.

“Nina, really?”

“Good morning to you,” Nina yawned.

Sid slightly frowned. Nina was wearing a team USA t-shirt. Her shorts were blue. Even her sleep bonnet was blue.

“I’m not Canadian, Sid.”

“Stilll-“

Nina smirked as she shook her head. “No, I’m not rooting for you. Score as many goals as you want, I’m Team USA.”

Sidney scowled as Nina laughed. “It’s not even like the US made the gold medal game!”

Nina was disappointed in Team USA. She was hoping they would make it to the gold medal game but they were going to go against Finland for Bronze. Tomorrow, at 8am Beijing Time, 8pm EST, Canada was going against Sweden for gold.

“Still, you should be rooting for me.”

“I am,” Nina reasoned. “I want you to score all the goals. But, I just cannot root for Canada, yet.”

“Yet.”

Nina looked up to the ceiling before yawning again. Sidney was in a snit. She felt a tiny bit bad for Sweden because they were going to get it. But that wasn’t her problem. “Seriously, good luck, Sidney.”

“Thank you, Nina.”

Nina blew Sidney a kiss and he pretended to catch it. Then he licked his lips. “How many days did you take off when I get back?”

“Three, Sidney. Just three.”

Nina couldn’t help the rush of heat in her center when Sidney drawled, “I don’t plan to let you out of my house then.”

“Win the damn gold then,” Nina snapped.

Sidney chuckled, saying, “You’re ready to go back to sleep then. Sweet dreams, Nina.”

“Bye, Sid.”

Nina looked down at her phone. There were three messages, long messages, all from Sid. She took in a deep, fortifying breath. Canada had one gold and Sidney had two goals. From the highlights, it seemed like Sidney was on a mission the whole game. Sighing, Nina pressed play on the first one. It was just a noisy celebration, nothing big until Sidney started talking. His talking was garbled at first and Nina laughed when she realized that he was drunk off his ass when he called her.

The second voicemail started just as garbled, then Nina heard Sidney clearly say, “I’m so happy we won, I still wish you were here, you’re my new lucky charm, pretty girl. Fuck, I love you so much, pretty girl, you make everything better now that you’re mine.”

The next one was just sappy as the second, but Sidney was definitely somewhere quieter with this one. But he was also just as drunk, as he ended by saying, “I wanna fuck you when I get back, with you wearing my gold, pretty girl. This gold is almost as pretty as you.”

Nina ruefully laughed, already expecting apologetic texts from Sidney when he was sober. But for the rest of the day, the thought lingered in her mind, the idea that Sidney loved her. However, her patients kept Nina busy and she didn’t get a moment to really ruminate on that. Then, Nina went over to Karesha’s house to babysit her play nephew, AJ, as Karesha went out with her boyfriend.

Within an hour of leaving, Karesha came back in, heated as she slammed the door. AJ commented, “He must have made Mom mad again.”

“AJ, please go upstairs and play with your Legos, Mommy needs to talk to Aunt Nina,” Karesha asked, trying hard to control her voice.

AJ quickly ran up the stairs, loudly closing the door to his room. Karesha flopped on the couch, kicking off her expensive heels. “Fuck men.”

Nina got up and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses. Pour shots, she passed one to Karesha before sitting back down next to her friend. Karesha gratefully smiled before downing the shot.

“I’m tired of this shit. I told him it was over through text. How dare he say he’s coming up to Pittsburgh before spring training and then text me after I get to the restaurant to say he’s not coming after all. I’m done. I can’t.”

Nina murmured sympathetically, “Fuck him.”

“I’m so glad I never brought him around AJ though,” Karesha stated. “He had the nerve to say I spent too much time with my kid when I told him it was over.”

Nina’s eyes widened at that statement. “What are you supposed to do? Parent him less?”

Thoughts about Sidney were forgotten as Nina consoled her friend. Deciding to sleep over, Nina woke up early in the morning on the couch, several texts from Sidney waiting for her. Nina quickly scanned over them, starting with a text telling Nina his flight was about to come in to the last one asking if everything was okay. Nina sent him a message: friend had a crisis, be over around 10

It was early, around 7am so Nina didn’t expect to get a response. But Sidney replied: everything ok?

As ok as it’s gonna be, don’t worry, Nina sent back before straightening up Karesha’s living room. She then slipped out, locking the door from the inside.

“Gonna get you full with my cum, pretty girl. Fuck, look at you, your pussy already trying to milk my cum.”

Nina groaned as she watched Sid fuck her, claiming her. Her legs were over his shoulders, allowing Sidney to fuck her deep. “You missed me, pretty girl?”

“Uh huh,” Nina managed to say. He was fucking her so good, each stroke hitting her g-spot. It was like Sidney returned as a man on a mission.

“I missed you. Dreamed of you every night, Nina,” Sidney rasped.

“Mmmm.”

Nina no longer had words, she could feel her high coming. Then she felt Sidney’s fingers, just two fingers on her clit and it was enough to send her over the edge. Nina screamed, her nails digging into Sidney’s back. That was enough to get Sidney to reach his high as well, his grunts wordless as he came.

Nina sighed as Sidney withdrew, already sad at feeling empty. Sidney sat back on his haunches, watching as his cum started to leak out of Nina’s pussy. “I’ll never get enough of seeing that,” he remarked as he played with Nina’s clit. “Just for me, pretty girl.”

Moaning, Nina closed her eyes. She was sensitive but she felt herself respond to Sidney’s fingers. Then his fingers were replaced with his tongue, his fingers fucking his cum deeper inside of her pussy and the time for rational thought was gone.

Six weeks later

Nina sighed as she rifled through her bag for the keys to her apartment. Today was her thirty-first birthday and for some reason, she felt weird. ‘Maybe it’s because I’m now on the other side of thirty,’ Nina thought to herself.

The morning began with happy birthday texts from friends, birthday calls from Mom and Dad, and a facetime call with Jason. Sidney had sent her a funny meme birthday text but nothing else. Nina knew she shouldn’t feel too bad; the Pens were trying to solidify their playoff spot in the division and her birthday, April 5, fell right at the end of the season. As she opened the door, Nina hoped that Sid would at least do something once the playoffs were over. At the same time, it felt weird that she wasn’t going out with her parents either.

Just her luck that for the first time she was in a relationship around her birthday, her boyfriend had reasons not to take her out. Nina sniffled as she turned on the light.

“SURPRISE!!”

Nina gasped as Sidney, Kris, Geno, Anna, Catherine, Taylor, Alex, Victoria, Mario, Nathalie, Guentzy, Tristan, Hannah, Karesha, AJ, Lauren, her mom and dad, and Aryanna jumped out. Eyes wide, Nina burst into tears.

“Oh no, what’s wrong pretty girl,” Sidney replied, folding Nina into his arms.

Nina sniffled as she cried, “I thought everyone forgot my birthday!”

“I told you she wasn’t going to take it well,” Karesha muttered as Lauren kicked her. “Girl, be happy he did this all for you when he could be extra obsessive about the playoffs.”

Nina cut her eyes at Karesha before getting on her tiptoes to press a kiss to Sid’s cheek. “Thank you, Sid.”

The pictures of that night were put into a small scrapbook. Nina didn’t understand Sidney’s love for documenting memories in such a dramatic way but it was nice to look back at the memories in book form instead of having to scroll through her phone. Playoffs were now starting though so Nina was sure that would be the last carefree time until the playoffs were over, this time hopefully with another cup.

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Forbidden Feelings and Hidden Corners: Draco Malfoy X Reader

Finally! I've posted this for your request! Thanks for requesting. I don't know if this was what you expected, but I hope you'd like it. Happy reading!

"I am asking you for the final time boy! If you don't accept the mark from the dark lord, I'll have to find ways to make you accept it." The Lestrange woman sneered at her nephew.

Narcissa Malfoy stood hidden in the darkest corner of the room, blending with the darkness, making Draco doubt if she was really there. He knew she wanted to help him, but the wizarding laws, the wedding laws, and the way she was brought up made her unable to speak against her sister who was obsessed with the dark lord, nor her husband who had his arms crossed, staring at his son, who had become the biggest disgrace to the Malfoy bloodline, with disgust.

"Are you taking it or not?" Bellatrix snapped once again.

Draco let out a shaky breath, closing his eyes. The moment he did, all he could remember was her – his sunshine.

He could remember all the beautiful memories with her. Her stunning smile, her radiant face, her ethereal beauty, her angelic laugh, her soft kisses, everything about her, only her!

He remembered how she would interlock her fingers with his. He remembered how she would cuddle with him. He remembered how she would run her fingers through his hair. He remembered how she would hug him from behind, announcing her presence. He remembered how she would make him lay his head on her stomach, hugging him and falling asleep on the couch. He remembered how she would hold him, when everything became too much for him to handle. He remembered how she would hint soft kisses on his head, forehead, nose and finally his lips. He remembered how they both would spend their nights in the astronomy tower, star-gazing.

Finally, he remembered the way she would mumble "I love you"s in between the kisses. Now, he wished he could have told it back to her. He had always been a very private person, building walls. She was the first one to break many of those walls. Yet, he was afraid to tell her that he loved her.

But she waited. She knew how he was when it came to feelings. She knew expressing emotions weren't his strong suit. So, she was patient enough to give him the time he needed, and he appreciated it.

But now, he regretted taking too much time to just state a fact - the fact that he loved her to the moon and back , she was his everything and he wanted a forever with her.

"No!" he heard himself whisper.

"What?" Lucius snapped.

"No! I'd never take the mark nor become a death eater." He stated firmly and felt proud of that bravery.

Lucius glared at him but Bellatrix just laughed an evil, cold laugh that could rival her master's.

"We'll see my dear!" she told him in a sickeningly sweet tone and left Draco's room, motioning his parents to join her.

***

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) missed Draco Malfoy. If someone had told her that she would miss him so badly that her heart will ache for him, four years before, she would have laughed at them. But now, after years of getting to know the true him and loving him, he had become everything to her. She had caring friends and was really grateful for them, but she missed him.

True, their relationship was a secret one, and no one knew about them. But it didn't mean she loved him any less. She loved him all the same and she knew he loved him too, even if he wasn't so vocal about it. She loved spending time with him, and wasted all her days anticipating their midnight meetings.

Her being a Gryffindor, a muggle-born and worse, a part of the golden quadruplet, and best friend to the golden trio and Draco being a pureblooded, a Slytherin and worse, a Malfoy, had them not go public in mutual understanding. But she did love the memories of the midnight, and they took care of their forbidden feelings in their in hidden corners!

But, it had been a week - a week since holidays were over, a week since school had started, a week since she had seen him, a week he didn't attend school. She decided to write him an anonymous letter to find if he was okay. If he got the letter, he would recognize her handwriting immediately. If it somehow, fall in the wrong hands, then they can't know it was from her. Boy, how wrong she was.

She sent a letter to him. It contained a simple question : "Are you okay? Missing you!"

***

It was the first Hogsmeade weekend of the Sixth year for the Golden quadruplet. They were enjoying themselves. Even (Y/N) had pushed aside her worries for a few hours and enjoyed the time with her friends. They decided to head to the 'Three Broomsticks' for a butter beer. While they started walking, suddenly everything became dark and they could feel themselves being grabbed harshly and being aparrated to somewhere.

When (Y/N) opened her eyes, she found herself in a dungeon. She could see her friends in some sort of jail.

She heard someone calling her. The voice was so familiar. Her breath hitched in her throat and her eyes widened. It couldn't be!

"Draco!" She whispered, turning around.

She saw him. It was really him. But his hands were held behind his back by his father while his aunt stood near him.

"How is our little surprise, Draco dear?"

"Let them go!"Draco snapped, pulling his hand away from his father's grasp and reaching for his wand. But before he could even point it against her, Bellatrix disarmed him and bound him with a rope. His wand fall down near his legs and he was forced to look at Bellatrix, now circling (Y/N).

"Ahh....I take it you are the pretty little mudblood that bade my nephew turn against us?" (Y/N) remained silent. "Did you seriously think we can't find you if you didn't sign the letter. Our pure blood magic is way better than that!" She spat.

"Shove your pure blood pride up in your - "

But before she could finish her statement, she fell to the floor, screaming.

"Draco, you take the mark or enjoy watching her die a slow and painful death."

Tears flowed freely from Draco's eyes as he watched the love of his life on the floor, screaming an writhing in pain.

"Please, stop it!" He screamed.

"Will you take the mark, then?"

Before he could answer (Y/N) spoke "Draco, don't. They are gonna kill me even if you take the mark. They'd never let us get together. At least, I'll die knowing I saved you from a terrible fate!"

"Shut up, mudblood! No one asked you to speak" Bellatrix sneered, throwing another "crucio" at her.

Magic is a wonderful thing. It can understand emotions more than any human being ever could. And it did. When Draco felt love for her, anger at his father and aunt for doing this to her and frustrated because he couldn't do anything to save her, his magic swooped in to save the day. His magic came out of his hand without a wand, blasting the iron bars open, freeing the Golden Trio and bursting the lights of the dungeon.

Bellatrix's wand flew away from her hand and so did Lucius's. He caught it and threw them to the trio, before picking up his own, grabbing (Y/N) and apparating to the first place he could think of – The Shrieking Shack. He saw that she was unconscious. She carried her bridal style all the way through Hogsmeade, towards Hogwarts. People stared at him throughout the way, but he didn't care. He walked as quickly as he could, because the only thing he cared about was saving her.

Draco was in a daze all the while – explaining the situation to the matron, the headmaster, Professor Mcgonagall and Professor Snape ; the golden trio rushing in, out of breath, apologizing to them for all his faults and his bullying, his hateful attitude; them forgiving him after seeing the way his own family treated him but saying that it would take them sometime to accept him for who he really was.

Finally, (Y/N) decided to open her eyes. Seeing her best friends and boyfriend having a civil conversation, she thought she was having a dream. But the memories of the past hours came back to her and she sat up suddenly, her body feeling like it was set on fire.

"But why did they take us to make you get the mark?" Harry inquired, stupidly.

"Er.." Draco uncertainly glanced at (Y/N), thinking if it would be appropriate for him to tell them without her, only to see her awake.

He immediately rushed to her, and hugged her gently, like she was a glass flower who'd break at the smallest level of pressure.

"I'm sorry" he mumbled, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

"It's okay!" She told him, cupping his face and gently peppering kisses all over his face, finally landing on his lips, locking it with her own. As they pulled away from the kiss, they could see the totally gobsmacked faces of Harry and Ron, and a slightly shocked yet satisfied look on Hermione's.

"Uh....guys.....I have something to tell you."

"I've been doubting this since the Christmas break of the last year!" Hermione whispered.

"Guys....We really love each other! You've seen him only as a pureblooded Slytherin bully but I've seen the other side of him. The one that has emotions and insecurities, fears and desires, just like a normal person. And I fell in love with that side of him. But you are important to me as well. I would be happy if you accept us!"

"How long has this been going on?"

"Um...We started being civil to each other from the time he was scratched by Buckbeak. You know I love helping around in the infirmary and I helped him. Then we met in the Astronomy tower, quite coincidentially but then started meeting each other. We got into a relationship by the beginning of the last year."

"Are we that bad friends, that you've been lying to us for years?"

"No! The problem was you guys were amazing friends and I felt guilty about loving someone who you considered your enemy! But I couldn't help it. We can't control who we fall for, can we? You guys are very important to me and I didn't want to lose you. I love you too much to lose you!" She said, and she could feel tears leaving her eyes. Draco interwined his fingers with hers and squeezed it. The trio didn't miss his movement. They sighed.

"We understand that he does care for you, or the deatheaters would have never used you to threaten him."

"But one thing Malfoy! You hurt her and we kill you!"

(Y/N) beamed and Draco smiled.

"I would never even dream of it! I love her too much to hurt her!" He said, looking into her eyes. Their gaze locked and they smiled.

There was a war approaching, those were dark times, but they were there for each other. He had her and she had him. And to them, that was enough!

(A/N: Hope everyone liked it! Requests ae still open and you can request me in the comment section or PM me!

Until the next update

- Mischief Managed!)

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chaos-in-bright-pink-hair-dye · 3 years

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would you mind writing something about the venom brothers watching the sunrise together? i'm literally obsessed with this headcanon. thanks bby and good luck with the movie lol.

Mind? I would love to the headcanon is amazing!

Sunrises are all we have left

Alternatively: The rare moments when the Venom brothers don’t want to kick each other in the face

Word count: 1 067

Warning: mention of injury, implied trauma

Party Poison hadn't slept very well in the previous few weeks, the wound on their side still burning against the fabric of their t-shirt and faces of the 'joys that weren't as lucky as them haunting their dreams. Hence the quiet familiar click of Diner's backdoor closing was enough to wake them from their restless sleep ’Kobra? I heard the door, we shoul-’ they whispered reaching next to them to shake their younger brother up but found only an empty sleeping bag instead. ‘Where the fuck did you go...’ murmured Party as they slowly got up trying not to disturb Jet and Ghoul, both of them got their own good share in the last dance party with dracs and even if Party couldn’t get the so needed rest at least they should.

There was no trace of Kobra in front of the building but Party didn't hear him starting 27 so he had to be somewhere around, there was no way they could overhear the loud roar of the metal monster among silent dark dunes with no one but them around. Their bare feet burrowed into the still slightly warm sand as they made their way around the long-abandoned building that they now called their home.

Late at night like this, it seemed as if no one but ghosts lived inside, wind tugging on the foil they’d put into broken windows and the light mint paint, lovingly applied by someone long gone, now covered under layers of graffiti instead, slowly chipping off under their touch, leaving little flakes on the tips of their fingers. They hadn’t lived there for long, they hadn’t been a crew for long either, just few months before it was just them and Kobra, now? The Fabulous Killjoys, to Party it kinda sounded like a joke, when they weren’t fighting for their bare lives with piles of bodies, both white and neon, by their side, they constantly got into each other’s hair, what is so fabulous about that. But if they wanted to survive, they had to keep the façade up and in the end, those two dumbasses peacefully sleeping inside and their currently missing brother was all they had and out in the desert you have to be happy for whatever you have, so if those three are their new family, then be it.

Speaking of their missing brother they still haven’t caught a single sign of him being around but with Kobra being himself there was only one place where he could be. The roof, place where he always went to fight his demons, actually where any of them went when they wanted to be alone with their thoughts or just overwhelmed and needed a little bit of peace. It was an unspoken rule all of them respected and also used maybe a little too often.

‘Couldn’t choose a worse place to brood could ya..’ the killjoy grunted grabbing the lowest bar of the ladder leading to the roof, lowest meaning it was actually a good meter and half above the ground which wasn’t exactly fun to climb with a still fresh wound on your ribs. ‘Kobes? Ya here?’ They finally dragged themselves over the edge, laying on the harsh black asphalt for a while to catch their breath. Climbing with only one hand and holding the gash on their side with the other was way less fun than they’d thought it would be, which wasn’t much to start with.

They didn’t get an answer but they could clearly see their brother’s dark silhouette against the pink sunrise. Big old blanket tightly wrapped around his shoulders to protect him from the cold of desert night. At first glance he seemed like a statue, sitting between two letters of the big neon sign at the front, left behind by people no one remembers, only his short blond hair slightly moving in the morning breeze.

‘Ugh the fuck are ya doin’ up here?’ sighed the older killjoy stepping next to their little brother. ‘Remember how we used to watch sunrises from the balcony of our parent’s apartment?’ Kobra asked quietly without otherwise acknowledging Party’s presence, stoically looking at the clouds on the horizon painted orange and pink by the rising sun. ’Ya know I don’t...’ Party smiled softly, giving the younger ‘joy quick sad glance. ‘Mind lendin’ me some of that blanket it’s freezing out here and I’m wearing only a t-shirt and shorts’ they tried to quickly change the theme so that they wouldn’t have to think about what was on their mind since they’d gotten into the zones. Their past of which neither of them knew more that the few glimpses they caught in their dreams, but from those Party accepted it was maybe better this way.

Kobra finally looked at them, shuffling to the side and lifting the thick bright yellow fabric from their back to make room for Party. ‘Bad dreams again?’ they asked quietly, their voice a little raspy, after they sat next to Kobra pressing their knees to their chest to hide under the blanket as much as possible. ‘Yeah, ya know it, Mr. Snuggles trying to kill me again.’ Kobra laughed shaking his head ‘but seriously you should be sleeping, ya need to rest’ he wouldn’t admit it but one could clearly hear the concerns in his voice. He knew there was something wrong with Party no matter how hard they tried to hide the bags under their eyes with make-up or clean the blood stains on their clothes. His older brother was always there for him, with them he was safe, but now when Party wasn’t truly themselves Kobra wasn’t sure what to do.

‘Hmm maybe you should have been quieter ’Party tried to laugh but ended up yawning instead, making their sentence almost unintelligible ‘Oh shut up’ the younger brother smirked slightly pushing their sibling but got no response. ‘Hm finally run out of wo- Oh, I see...’ he got interrupted by Party’s head lightly falling onto his shoulder. ‘Guess I can stay here with you for a while’ he whispered, gently brushing few strands of bright red hair out of their brother’s face. ‘But if ya drool onto my t-shirt I'm gonna use your drinkin’ water to clean it’ he laughed quietly as if Party could hear him, turning his gaze back to the sunrise. Yeah, he could stay there for a while.

#shh adding paragraphs of unnecessary info which are actually one long sentence is my hidden talent #fun story I actually got my grade lowered once because apparently my sentences were too long and complicated #anyway it wouldn't be me if I didn't take very sweet suggestion and didn't turn it into something at least partially sad #with one or more killjoys wounded and mentally fucked up would it #well thanks for the awesome suggestion Dust I actually wanted to ask you if I could write something about it since it's so wholesome #so guess this actually solved more problems than one #well hope you aren't disappointed and thanks again sweetheart #party poison #kobra kid #venom brothers #ttlotfk #ttlofk #danger days #killjoys #spilling the power pup #my writing

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