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Alone Time

Adam Warlock x Reader SMUT

Summary: The reader has the Guardian's ship alone for the night and decides to pleasure herself. Little does she know, Adam Warlock returned quicker than expected. When he overhears her down the hall, he barges in.

a/n: I appreciate everyone being excited about this fic, I just got back into writing and it means a lot to be welcomed home with open arms. also I am AWFUL at titling fics sorry lol

warnings: masturbation, use of vibrator, oral (m receiving), 18+

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The rest of the Guardians were away celebrating. That meant something rare was happening; you were alone and had the entire ship to yourself. You scouted out the halls and rooms of the ship insuring you were truly alone before heading back to your own room. Once you were for sure it was you and you alone, you scurried back to your room.

You dug through the storage bin on your bedside looking for your small bullet vibrator. Once in hand you peeked out the door once more. No one would be back for hours. You returned back to your bed, shimmying your bottoms off along the way. You got comfortable on the bed before turning the toy on. It vibrated quietly in your hand...

Adam had returned back to the ship quicker than planned. He did not mind leaving the other Guardians. He had been enjoying himself until Rocket got drunk and started picking fights with the locals of the planet they were on. He huffed, planning to go to his room and relax for the rest of the night. Suddenly, your voice echoed through the halls of the ship. The noises you made were foreign to him and he feared something was wrong. He sprinted to your room where you had left the door open.

"Y/N?!" He shouted as he ran into the doorway. His whole body flooded with heat instantly at what he saw. You were sprawled out with the vibrator pressed against your clit. Your bare skin out in the open. He felt the member between his legs jump. "ADAM- Oh my God!" You swore no one else had been on the ship. Were the others close behind him? You attempted to cover yourself with the loose blanket on top of your mattress. "I-I-I'm sorry- I thought someone was doing something to you-" his hands went to cover his face in embarrassment. "CLOSE THE DOOR!" you shouted. He clumsily closed the door with him inside your room. His back was to you now, slightly slumped over with hands still on the door.

Why did he like what he saw? What were you doing exactly? Why did he want you to continue? A millions thoughts crossed his mind.

The room that had previously been filled with the sound of your moans was completely silent. The two of you were heavily breathing. Neither of you dared to speak or look at one another.

Adam slowly turned his head to the side. You could see his eye attempting to glance at you. "What... what were you doing just now?" he swallowed the heavy lump in his throat. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment. No one had taught him anything sexual in nature. It was a completely foreign subject to him. Of course he knew what sex was. But to him, it was a way of procreating. Not a way of having fun and being intimate. "I was- um... pleasuring myself," you stumbled over your words. He turned his head more now. He craved another look at your body. "And you... like doing this, correct?" He stared at you the best he could. You nodded at him. He paused. You could tell he was collecting himself. "I've never... never seen anyone do something like that. The noises you were making they- um... I-I-I..." his face was painted with embarrassment.

"Will you show me more...?"

You could not deny the arousal pooling in your stomach. You had liked Adam ever since he joined the Guardians. He tended to linger around you when you all were in a group. Walking you back to your room more often than not. Invitations to go get food were a regular occurrence between you both now. You could not deny the crush you had developed on him. You would catch yourself staring at him when he worked out. The way his muscles flexed and sweat would roll down his body would make you blush. He had the body of a God, he was the perfect man after all. You longed to be around him.

You nodded at him. He crawled on the bed, hovering over you on all fours. There was tension in the silent room, his eyes darted between your face and your covered lower half. His tongue darted out to wet his lips. You stared down away from him. You fiddled with the toy in your hand. A mixture of arousal and embarrassment filled you. "I want you to use it again," his beautiful voice broke the silence. Your eyes shot up to meet his, he stared deeply. His hand went to your cheek caressing you. You lingered in his soft touch. You leaned your body back getting comfortable against your pillows. The blanket left your body, exposing you. His mouth fell open, slightly gasping for air. He stared at your nudity. His member jumped again. You spread your legs, propping them up. You pressed the button turning the small toy on. It found its way to your bundle of nerves. You threw your head back in pleasure. A moan left your lips.

Those noises again. They made him feel things he had never felt before. He wanted to feel what you were feeling. He wanted to make your make those noises. He wanted you.

He rested back on his legs to watch you better. His clothes were growing hot and tight. He wanted nothing more than to join you in your nudity. His hands tugged on the t-shirt he wore. He could deny himself no longer, throwing his shirt to the floor. Sweat painted his golden chest. You stared at his torso. God, he was beautiful. A perfect man made in the image of the Gods.

"M-Me," he blurted while staring at your motions, "I-I want to- please... I want to feel pleasure too." As if you could not getting hotter, another wave of arousal washed over you. He looked so desperate begging in front of you. He was practically on his hands and knees for you. You looked down and saw his erection showing through the thin pants he was wearing. He returned to his previous position, his hands on either side of your body. Nearly pressed firmly against you he begged, "Will you pleasure me, Y/N?" No words could make it to your mouth. They were all stuck in your throat, your jaw hung agape. "Please?" his gravely tone asked.

You crashed your lips into his. A guttural moan left him. He tucked one of his arms under you pulling you flush against him. The room was filled with the sound of you both moaning. You ran your hand down his chest, meeting his throbbing member. He groaned and slumped into you. His eyes scrunched shut and he leaned his head back slightly. You began stroking him through his clothes. Resting his forehead against yours, his mouth hung open. He was breathing deeply, taking in as much air as he could. "Yes," he swallowed, "Yes- Oh Gods, yes. It feels so-so good," he mumbled with a moan.

"I can make you feel even better, Adam," you softly said to him. His eyes shot open. "It's better than this?" he smiled at you. You smiled back, "Only if you want." He nodded quickly. You pushed him into an upright position. You got off the bed into the floor on your knees. Tugging at his pants you told him, "Remove your pants." He fumbled with the waist line, fighting to get them off as quickly as he could. His cock sprung up. He was commando, which surprised you. You admired his hard cock. His hooded eyes stared down at you. His golden chest rose and fell with every deep breath he took. You placed your hands on each of his exposed thighs. A grin painted your face as you stared up at him.

You licked a stripe up the underside of his cock. His fingers gripped the blanket on your bed as he threw his head back. "OH GODS," he moaned deeply. Slowly, you began to put him in your mouth. He was already panting. You met the base of his cock, slowly rising up. Sucking him off with a pop once he left your mouth. You looked back up at him, his eyes were completely blown with lust. His golden locks were falling in his face, his body was covered in sweat. His hand met your hair, petting you softly. "More," he gritted through his teeth. You began to bob up and down on his member. Fingers tangled in your hair, his hips bucked into your mouth. You continued sucking him off, his salty precum taste filled your mouth. Moans and grunts continuously left his mouth.

His leg muscles began to flex and you knew he was close. He began bucking up into your mouth erratically, holding your head in place. He shot into your mouth. You continued to suck on him as he finished. His legs were shaking slightly. "Oh, Y/N," he moaned. You swallowed everything he gave you and rested back on your legs. He fell onto his back, breathing heavily. "That was amazing," he was drunk on post orgasm. You joined him on the bed, cuddling up next to his side.

It was like another wave washed over him. He wanted to hear your noises again. He wanted to make you feel as good as you had made him feel. His free hand searched for the vibrator you had absentmindedly thrown onto the bed. Once he felt it touch his fingers he turned the toy on.

"I want to make you feel as good as you just made me feel," his gravelly voice spoke. Your face filled with heat once more. "Adam, you don't ha-" "I want to make you feel good," he was stern. He placed a firm kiss on your lips, urging you to go back to the position you had sat yourself in earlier. You made yourself back to where you were, spreading your legs for him. Adam sat in front of you, holding the vibrator in his hand. He admired you spread out before him. He gently pressed the vibrating toy against your clit, the same place he had seen you put it previously. His name was a moan on your lips as your head fell back on the pillow. The air left his throat when he heard you moan his name. It was heaven to his ears. He began making small circles with the toy on your sensitive nub. You moaned loudly, your hips bucking slightly. He was in love with the sight before him.

You could feel the knot in your stomach about to come undone. You knew you were close. "Put one of your fingers in," you pleaded with him. His eyebrows raised with a slight confusion but curiosity. He eased his middle finger into your opening. He gasped slightly at how warm and wet you were. "Pump it slowly," you moaned. He nodded and began. It felt wonderful. He was so good to have never done anything like this. He found a pace with his finger that was perfect for you. You could feel your orgasm about to wash over you. The knot in your stomach came undone and you moaned his name loudly. You threw your head back as your walls fluttered around his finger. He moaned slightly, trying to catch his breath. He was in awe of you. He wanted to do this with you forever.

He removed his finger slowly, admiring the way it glistened. He laid next to you. You snuggled up against him. You placed a small kiss on his cheek. He smiled, "That was something... I really enjoyed it." You smiled at him, "Me too, Adam." He rested his head on the pillow. "I have never felt so good," he mumbled. You nuzzled your face into him. "I want to feel you do that around me," he admitted. You blushed once more.

You thought about how you could not wait to show him actual sex...

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END

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Darkness

Mark Hoffman x afab!Reader

details: smut, disgusting street men hitting on reader, lots of flirting, mild biting, oral f!receiving, Mark's constant use of "fuck", unprotected sex, cream pie (please wear protection), Mark low-key being into you calling him detective????, kinda possessive Hoffman

word count: 3,550

a/n: me? late to writing a fic i promised months ago? never lmao. requests are open for more Hoffman fics, I am very excited to write for him

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Loud music, too many people talking, and the smell of alcohol overwhelmed your senses.

You sat at the dim lit bar, slumped over the counter spinning the straw in the drink you did not even finish. Your two friends who you had met here earlier in the night had their backs to you. They had gotten comfortable with two strangers at the bar. Flirting with slurred words from a little too much alcohol was the standard with them.

It was deep into the night, anything besides the bar was closed. You decided you were done with the night out. You tapped your friend closest to you, "I'm heading home. Shoot me a text so I know you make it safe." She nodded still entranced by the man in front of her, "Oh-Okay. See ya'." You threw some cash down on the counter and grabbed your bag.

You squinted your eyes at the bright street lamp directly outside of the bar. It was completely black out other than the lights every few feet. Couples attempting casual hookups, people throwing up surrounded by their friends, and other bar dwellers decorated the streets outside. You tried not to look at anyone in particular, but a group of suspicious looking men caught your eye. Eye contact with one of the members was the biggest mistake of the night. You began walking faster down the street, your bag clutched as firm as possible in your hands.

"Oh- Hey, beautiful!" One of the men approached you from behind. Chills of disgust painted up your arms.

"We saw you checking us out. We can help you home~" Another man stepped in front of you under the street lamp.

You tried your hardest to keep walking forward, ignoring them.

"What's the problem, sweetheart? Don't you want some gentlemen to help you out tonight?" A third at your side. You halted under the brightest light you could find as the fourth man joined them. You were surrounded. With no where else to go, you backed into the pole. "I can make it myself," your voice cracked slightly. You were begging, pleading with the universe for some form of an escape from the situation you were in. A lump was forming in your throat, tears beginning to dance at your eyelids. You were scared.

"Don't get shy, sweetheart. We can take care of you tonight."

They were closing in on you. Your mind was racing for a way out. One of them swatted at the bag in your hand, missing the bag but grabbing the strap. You held on with all your might as he pulled. "Just give me the bag, skank!"

The sound of tires behind you made your heart sink. You were sure this was it, they were going to take you off somewhere. Never to be seen again.

"Do you know these guys?" A rugged voice came from the car. You heard the door open and slam, followed by footsteps behind you. The guy in front of you finally released his grip on your bag, his hands throwing up in the air. You stumbled back slightly, bumping into the man from the car as he was directly behind you. His hand went to your shoulder helping you stabilize, "Are you okay?" You nodded with flushed cheeks.

"Listen, we were just trying to help this chick home. No need to get serious," one of the guys spoke.

"Go ahead and crawl back to where you came from before this does get serious," the man from the car spoke sternly, flashing the gun on his hip at them. The entire group ran off into the night.

Your breath you had been holding in finally released. Your hands were shaking ever so slightly. The man stepped in front of you, looking around for any sign of a group you may have been separated from. He finally turned to face you. You felt your face flush with heat at how handsome he was.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing out here all alone this late at night?"

"I just left my friends. I just wanted to get home," your hands rubbed up and down your arms. Your eyes scanned over his entire body. He was obviously a cop of some kind. There was also no ring in site. His broad chest and chiseled face made heat flood your body.

"I can take you home. Miss..?"

"Y/N L/N. And you?"

"Detective Hoffman," he held up his badge for you to see, "But you can call me Mark."

Mark led you to his passenger side, opening the door and helping you in. Walking around the vehicle, he joined you inside. You buckled as the car began off. "Just tell me how to get there," he looked over at you.

The ride was silent. Nothing but the whirring of the cars vents and the occasional bump on the road. Each lamp you passed lit up your face as you stared out the window. Mark's eyes stayed straight on the road, one hand on the wheel the other at his side.

"I forgot to say thank you," you broke the silence. His gaze shot over to you, "It's nothing." You smiled at him slightly.

"So, Detective," you spoke with a tease on your tone, "What kind of cases are you working on?"

"You know I can't disclose that to you," he stared at you momentarily.

"Oh, come on! Homicide detective? In this city? I know you've got something good!"

Mark huffed. The car slowly approached a traffic light. Mark's eyes now could not get off of you.

His eyes examined you fully. He noticed how nonchalant you were being with him, as if you had known each other longer than tonight. Your body and legs leaning towards him showing your trust for him. His gaze wandered down to your exposed thighs. The outfit you had wore was not necessarily revealing, just short around the legs. He had to fight the place his mind wanted to go.

Silence returned to the vehicle. You leaned closer to Mark, "Is there anything I can do to say thank you, Detective?" Your hand flattened against the middle console in an attempt to be closer to him. He rolled his shoulders waiting for the light to change. "O-of course not," he choked, "I am just doing my job."

Mark turned his head to look at you better. Red from the light illuminated both your faces in the dark. You swore you had never seen anyone as handsome in this moment.

Green.

Both of you looked forward at the sudden chance, acting as if the moment you had just shared never happened.

The car came to a halt in front of your apartment building. You stared out the window wishing this car ride could last forever. "Well this is me," you shot a smile over at him. Mark stared at you with hooded eyes. Heat flushed every inch of you.

"Thank you, Detect- Mark... thank you, Mark," you looked at him one last time before starting to open your door. His hand gripped you, "Let me walk you inside so I know you make it safe."

Mark got out of the car and walked around, opening your door for you. He extended his hand to you, helping you out of the car. You mumbled a thanks as you stepped up on the sidewalk. Your heart was racing a million miles a minute. Your body wanted him badly. It longed for more than a simple shoulder touch, or grasp of a hand.

You led him into the elevator of your building. Clicking the button for a silent trip up. The ding of each passing floor rang in your ears. Mark stared up at the numbers as they passed, looking over at you every few seconds between. You both jumped slightly as the door opened abruptly. You showed him down the hall to your door.

"Here we are," you leaned your back up against the door. Mark's eyes silently looked you up and down. His pupils were completely blown, his shoulders heavy, and his chest heaving slightly. He looked around the completely empty hallway, "I'm glad to get you home safe."

"Y-Yeah! I can't thank you enough," you blushed when his eyes met yours again. His lip curled into a sort of smirk seeing you flustered. You felt your entire body rush with heat. You stared down at your feet, almost too embarrassed to look him in the eyes.

"Well. I'm going to head back out. Have a good night, Y/N," Mark began to walk back towards the elevator.

"Mark?"

He turned around quickly to look at you.

"Do you want to come inside?"

Mark's eyes darkened with your question. His eyes darted around momentarily before rushing over to join you. Hands ghosting down your sides as you turn to get your key in the door. His broad chest was pressed firmly against your back. Chills painted every inch of your body, heat rushing straight to your core. His lips pressed against your ear, "I didn't think you were gonna ask."

Your face grew completely red hot, your hands fumbling with your keys. You wanted inside your apartment so bad, but Mark had you flustered and you could not focus. He rested his chin on your shoulder, "What is it, Y/N? I can help you with the keys since you can't focus." His hand snaked up your arm, wrapping itself around yours to steady it. Guiding it into the lock with ease, he turned it for you. "There you go. Good girl," he growled in your ear. You were puddy in his hands.

You opened the door, leading him into the dark apartment. Mark pulled you flush against his chest, his hands going around your waist. The only glow on his face came from the illuminated numbers on the microwave. It lit his eyes beautifully. His breath was hot against you, his eyes staring as heavily into yours as possible.

"You do this with every girl you rescue off the street?" You teased him.

"Do you do this with every man who rescues you late at night?" Mark chuckled, his hands gliding up and down your curves.

You bit your lip, staring heavily into what little of his eyes you could see. "If they all looked as good as you, I probably would," you taunted him.

"Oh, yeah?" Mark's tone was dark. His lips slipped onto your neck. You threw your head back giving him better access. He decorated your skin with sloppy kisses leading up to your ear, "None of them would make you feel as good as I will."

Instant heat. The growl on his tone made your stomach do a flip. You ran your hands up his chest, playing with his tie. He took in a deep breath, his chest tightening with your touch. Hands gripped your ass tight, pulling you flush against his hard member in his pants. A quiver of a breath escaped you.

Mark crashed his lips into yours suddenly. Sloppy, tongue filled kisses were shared between you. You took his lower lip between your teeth lightly. A gruff "fuck" escaped him. One of his hands went to your hair, forcing your lips as close to his as possible. You were on each other like wild animals; two people who were forced to be apart almost.

Mark grabbed your hand, placing it against the front of his pants. "You've got me fucking worked up, pretty girl," he growled in your ear. You were breathless. Your hand began feeling his member, stroking him to the best of your ability. Mark's breathing kicked up, his shoulders heaved with each breath. A smile creeped upon your face seeing him so caught up with you.

"Keep grinning and I'll fuck you on the floor," Mark huffed at you.

Your entire body was overheating. You wanted him. You needed him.

Your hand released from his member, getting a dissatisfied growl from him. Your fingers toyed with the waist of his pants. Mark tilted his head slightly, staring at you. He could feel you much better than he could see you. His eyes had adjusted, but it was still too dark to make out finer details. You dipped the tips of your fingers down into his pants. Tight belt against his waist stopping your fingers from going past. You could feel the liner of his underwear now, playing with the waistband. Mark heaved a breath feeling your fingers against his skin. Your eyes stared up at him now, your other hand dipping under his overcoat that still decorated his body. Fingers finding his suspender, feeling it all the way down.

Mark's finger went under yours chin, redirecting your attention to his face. He placed a more tender kiss on your lips. Tenderness turned into neediness quickly. The sloppiness from before returned, both of his hands went to your face. His body pushed you into the back of the door. Mark began removing his overcoat, never removing his lips from yours. He threw it into the darkness behind him, his hands returning to your face. Heavy breaths escaped between kisses. Your hands went to each suspender attempting to remove them from his shoulders. He pulled his hands through, desperate for the clothes that he wore to be removed. Hands tugging at the tie around his neck as if it was suddenly choking him.

Mark flipped you around quickly, kisses sloppily being placed on the back of your neck as he attempted to unzip your dress. You shimmied yourself out of it as Mark's hands desperately tugged it down your body. He spun you back around, his lips instantly going to the exposed part of your breast. Hunger painted his figure, teeth digging into your skin. You threw your head back against the door. Blindly, your hands searched his chest for the buttons to his shirt. Mark's hands explored your body as his mouth focused on your chest. Large hands gripped your bare ass.

Two of Mark's fingers felt your wet pussy through your panties. You arched your back into him, getting an amused chuckle from him. "I can't wait to feel you around me as I fuck you," he kissed your cheek.

"Please, Mark," you begged.

Mark pulled back from you, staring down at you. You could see him smile in the dark, "Please, what?"

He was taunting you slightly, wanting you to beg for it.

"Please- fuck me, Mark," you pleaded.

"That's what I thought," Mark kissed you.

He backed away wanting you to lead him to your bedroom. You grabbed him by the wrist, leading him through the darkness to an even darker room. Mark walked slowly, trying to follow your lead around the room. Completely unable to see, he did not move too much. You grabbed both his wrists, pulling him along with you as you slowly sat onto the bed. He kissed you, leaning you down onto the mattress. His kisses ventured down your body, stopping right above your panty-line.

Mark's fingers toyed with the band of your panties, teasing you. You arched your hips up in an attempt to make him do something, a whine escaping you.

"You're so fucking needy," he growled against your skin, following it with a kiss. He pulled your panties down off your legs, the air hitting your slick opening. Mark was directly in front of your need now. One of his fingers dipped into you pulling a moan from your throat. It was so sudden. "Fuck, you're so tight," he growled, his hot breath hitting your exposure. He pumped his finger in and out of you slowly. Shockwaves went through every inch of you. He pulled his finger out, you cried out.

"Christ, you're soaked," he chuckled with satisfaction. That same finger was suddenly pressed firmly against your throbbing clit. You called out his name. He joined you face to face, panting above you as his finger still circled your sensitivity. Your mouth was hung open as if you could not catch your breath. Your hands ran up his chest, you had only unbuttoned the top button with your attempt earlier. Hands played with the small patch of exposed chest hair. You could see his teeth glaring down at you, eyes heavy and dark. You began unbuttoning his shirt further, you wanted to see as much of him as possible. Broad chest decorated with a light amount of hair was hiding under the tightly buttoned shirt. You felt him from as far as your hands could reach down to his neck. Hands resting on his cheeks, you leaned up placing a kiss on him. Lightning was shooting through your body as his circles harshened.

"I'm not gonna let you cum just yet," Mark abruptly removed his finger. You whined and arched your back. "Do you want me to fuck you?" his tone toyed with you. He sat on his knees now, pulling his shirt the rest of the way off. His hands removed his belt with haste.

"Yes, Mark," you swallowed.

He pulled his hard member from his pants. It sprung up, hitting him in the stomach slightly. It's almost as if you could feel your mouth run dry. Hands went to both sides of your body, his nose brushing against yours. You could feel him fighting the pants off his legs. His cock played at your opening, rubbing against your slick. Your chest was heaving with anticipation.

Mark grabbed his cock by the base, lining it up with your opening. He sheathed himself inside you, pulling a moan from both of you. His body fell into you slightly, your breasts pressing against his bare chest. He idled momentarily, bathing in this feeling.

"Fuck, I have never felt a pussy this good," his jaw hung open. Slowly, he picked up the pace. Pulling himself almost completely out before ramming back in. He rested his forehead against yours. You exchanged heavy and hot air. Rhythmically he pumped himself into you.

You wrapped your arms around him, running your nails down his bare back. His lips rested against your ear as his body fell flush with yours, "Yeah? Never been fucked this good, have you?" You could only moan in response. "That's right. And you'll never be fucked this good by anyone else," he growled. Partially claiming ownership over you now, but knowing if this never went further he would be the best fuck of your life.

Your walls began pulsing around him as your orgasm approached. After the tension he had put on your clit, your body was ready to unwind.

"Better not cum before I make you cum," Mark snarled against your neck.

You stared up in the darkness. Focusing, trying your hardest to fight the sensation coming over you while still enjoying his cock inside you. Mark's motions became more aggressive as he felt you pulse. Your chest was growing tight as you took in air rapidly.

"Detective," that slipped out, "Please I want to cum."

Mark sat up slightly, looking into your desperate eyes. "Detective?" you could see his mouth curve into a grin when he realized what you said.

Sitting up fully and throwing your legs over his shoulders, Mark began to fuck you fast and hard. "Want Detective Hoffman to make you cum? Gonna cum all over his cock are you, you dirty girl," Mark teased through his teeth. He passed one of your legs to join the other in one hand as his finger returned to your clit. The sound of skin smacking together along with loud moans from you filled the dark room.

The knot in your stomach was building, you could feel the bottoms of your feet growing warm as your orgasm approached. "Mark, I-I'm gon-gonna cum," you threw your head back into the pillow.

"That's right you are. Cum for me," Mark gritted, his hair falling loosely in his face. You felt your walls tighten and the knot come unraveled in you. Walls fluttered around his cock as your orgasm washed over you. Your back arched off the bed, deepening his cock inside you. "Good girl, fuck," Mark sped up his motions, his orgasm not far behind. He laid your legs back, falling back into his previous position, fucking you harder than he had. Lips crashed into yours, his tongue venturing into your mouth. "You're my girl now. Mine, mine, mine," he growled into your mouth. His motions steadied as he shot inside you. Thick ropes painted your inside, Mark forcing his way as deep in you as possible. Your body was shaking with pleasure.

Mark's body fell on top of yours, heaving breathing coming from him. "Fuck," he mumbled against your skin. You ran your hand up and down his back, petting him slightly. It's as if you both were still catching your breath.

Mark rolled off of you, pulling his cock out with him. He pulled you tightly to his side, placing a kiss on your head. You rested your head on his chest. Your finger ran through his body hair.

That same silence from the car ride returned now. There really was not much to say.

You were happy he was the one who rescued you tonight.

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END

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Silent Treatment

The Grabber x Reader

warnings: smut, Stockholm (that's for pretty much any fic about him lets be real), implied kidnapping, aggressive spanking, creampie

a/n: can't believe I'm finally writing for him. if you all enjoy this, feel free to request more from me. I will write it as soon as possible, I work a lot though lol. I also did not feel like writing a whole backstory scene about the reader getting kidnapped, we all know how it goes by now.

word count: 1,971

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"Are you ever going to sleep?"

You shook your head a firm "No."

The silent treatment. For some reason in your sleep deprived state you decided this was the game you were going to play with your captor today.

He stood in the doorway holding a tray consisting of scrambled eggs and a glass Sprite. God... you hated scrambled eggs now. For what felt like nearly weeks you had been locked in the dingy basement only being fed those stupid fucking eggs once a day. You weren't sure how long you had been down there, but you knew it was too long. You gave up counting after the first three sunrises that would barely peak through the window. No matter how hard you forced yourself you could not get a good nights sleep. The dirty mattress was no helping. But being held captive was the biggest thing. You were a grown woman sleeping on a mattress too small for you.

He huffed loudly. The tray slightly rattled as his arms tensed in frustration. He stepped further into the room, finally you could make out more of him. It was hard to see when the light of the hall blinded you. That stupid fucking mask, again? His head cocked to the side as he saw you staring firmly at his mask. He wore it every time, this time without the top half. Just that bottom half with the stupid toothy grin. He acted like you had never seen his full face. The only thing that was hidden during your first encounter was his sharp blue eyes.

Those eyes.

They stared at you now. Anytime he was in the room his eyes did not leave you. You held eye contact with him as he placed the tray on the floor in front of your feet.

"If you aren't going to sleep, at least eat." He gestured with his hands. You rolled your eyes. Not a single sound left you. You could tell it was slightly bothering him. You usually were mouthy anytime he entered the room. You always did run your mouth no matter the circumstance. You grabbed the drink, kicking the rest of the tray away. It slid across the floor barely between the two of you. He squatted against the wall playing with his own hands. You could see his eyebrows furrowing. More emotion showed when the top half of the mask was missing.

"Feeling feisty today I see," he raised his eyebrows in frustration. You did not move an inch, just holding the stare you two shared. Oddly enough, you enjoyed looking at him. You knew it was crazy, you knew you were going crazy. The veins on his arm were constantly present, you could not help but admire them. He held himself more confidently then the younger men you were usually around. College age boys are so immature.

"What do you think about while you're up all night, sweetheart?" He asked. You knew he was trying to get you to say something, anything. You stared at him with heavy eyes. You were exhausted. The silence in the room echoed in your ears. He nodded slowly, "Is this how you're going to behave today?"

He stood, arms swinging limp at his sides. "There is no pleasing you... bring you a hand prepared meal and you throw it back at me..." he folded his arms in front of his chest. You mimicked his stance, crossing your arms in front of you. He scoffed.

"You're so fucking childish," he grumbled under his breath. You turned your head to look away from him. You refused to look at him now. Pretending to admire the room you were in. He stepped closer to you, hopping your eyes would dart to the side to glimpse at him. You did not budge.

"What do I have to do to get you to talk to me?" His hand caressed your cheek.

You eyes stayed fixated on anything but him.

"Wanna play a game?"

Silence.

"... I'll let you upstairs with me..."

A lie. You knew he was lying. Silence.

"We can watch a movie... I'll make something besides eggs... Just fucking say something..."

Silence.

He grabbed your cheeks with one hand, squeezing harder then you'd ever been squeezed there. "STOP. IGNORING. ME," he loudly growled. He leaned in to be nose to nose with you not letting up on his grip, "Didn't mommy and daddy ever teach you manners?"

You felt crazy. But you weren't crazy, maybe just stupid. You continued to ignore him. Only holding as much eye contact as you could. He shoved you away onto your back, "Speak when you're spoken to... roll over." You felt your face turn pale. You slowly shook your head in denial. "Do it or I'm going to make it hurt," he gritted through his teeth. You felt your mouth fall open and your lip quiver. It did not matter if you wanted to respond now, your body would not let you. You did as you were told for the first time today. You rolled over on all fours on the mattress, presenting your ass to him.

He growled with pleasure. You weren't sure if it was in response to you obeying or to seeing your ass up in the air to his mercy. Maybe both. He pulled your shorts down to expose your bare ass. His finger ran along the line of your panties. "You're so pretty, Y/N, especially when you behave," he praised you. You could not deny it went straight to your core. You felt dirty, but you didn't really care either.

He spanked your ass hard. You had to fight back the yelp that almost escaped you. It did not matter the situation you were currently in, you weren't going to talk. Not yelp. Not groan. Not make a sound. You were so fucking stubborn. He exhaled loudly before spanking you again. You jumped with each relentless clap of skin, but no sound left you. You bit into your lip hard, you swore the skin would break any second.

"SAY," another smack, "SOMETHING!"

For some reason his desperation made you unwind. You fell forward on your arms, letting out a pornographic moan. He stopped. There was no sound or movement between you for what felt like a lifetime. You were embarrassed. Your face was completely hot and red. Why did you do that? Were you fucking stupid? Oh God, what if he's mad?

One of his hands went to your side, encouraging you to roll over and face him. You did so. He was stiff in front of you, his hand went to your chin. You stared up at him, his eyes were blown with lust.

"I want to hear you do that again," his breath was broken and needy.

"Then make me," you finally spoke words to him.

He pounced on you, grinding his bulge into your core. You threw your head back with a moan. "Such a pretty girl," his hand framed your exposed neck. You could not help but smile at his words. This was so wrong and you knew it. But if you were going to be stuck here with him might as well have some fun.

"You want me to fuck you, gorgeous? Huh? Do you?" He used an almost mocking tone. You nodded in your blissful state. "Beg me," he gritted, "I wanna hear that pretty little voice you were keeping from me... come on."

You glared at him. You hated being mocked, but in this moment he was unbearably sexy to you. His hand put a slightly firm grip on your neck. Your eyes rolled back. "Please..." his name should have went there, but you realized he never told it to you, "Fuck me..."

You saw his eyes squint up in approval. "More. I'm not letting you by that easily, you better sweet talk me or I'll leave you down here begging," he spoke with so much power.

"I need you to fuck me. Please, I need you inside me. I'll behave from now on, promise. I won't ignore you ever again, please... please... please... I need you," you moaned at him. He exhaled an almost broken breath. "You sound so pretty begging me," he grinned under the mask wide enough you could see it in his eyes. His free hand went to his zipper. You stared with wide eyes as his freed his cock. He pumped his member in his hand a few times, "Take your underwear off." You swiftly did as you were told. He sighed as he saw your opening. He grabbed your panties from your hand and tucked them into his back pocket, "I'll keep those safe." He winked. Your face flooded with embarrassment and arousal.

He pressed his tip into your opening, you jumped. He chuckled at your movement. In one swift thrust, he bottomed out inside you. He held your hips, keeping you still. You moaned, "Fuck."

"Dirty mouth, Y/N," he leaned down slightly. You blushed at him. He began thrusting his hips slowly. Before you could fully adjust to him, his pace kicked up. He was slamming into you. You were moaning uncontrollably. "That's it, let me hear more," he sounded pleased. You began thrusting to match his movements. He groaned loudly, grunting each time your hips met.

"Tell me who you belong to," he growled.

"Y-You... only you," you moaned.

"Good girl."

You felt the coil in your stomach begin tightening. He was hitting every spot inside you perfectly. You were pulsing around him, so close to your edge.

"You think you're gonna cum without asking?"

Your eyes shot up to his. He tilted his head chastising you.

"Please..."

His finger went to your clit, rubbing tight circles on it. You could feel yourself about to come undone.

"Beg me."

"Please-Please-Please! I wanna cum, please let me cum." You whined.

He nodded, "Of course."

With that you came undone around his cock. He did not slow his rhythm as you fluttered around him. You threw your head back, your body going slightly limp. He leaned down, placing both hands on either side of you. You were staring directly into his eyes, panting. He continued thrusting inside you until he came. He slumped onto you slightly. He did not stay in that position long. He stood quickly, tucking his cock back into his pants. You whined when his weight left your body. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling loudly. He was attempting to catch his breath.

"Well... I have to go now," he began for the door.

"WAIT!" You called out to him. He froze slightly. "You're just gonna fuck me then leave? Wha-What the hell, man," you crossed your arms in frustration. He turned to face you again. His eyebrows were furrowed in frustration. "I have things to take care of and I've stayed down here long enough... I'll be back later, Y/N," he promised. "But... I don't want you to leave," you got teared up. He could see the tears forming in your eyes.

Something tugged in his chest. When did he go soft? Why did you bring out that side of him? Fuck.

He walked back over to you, placing a hand on your cheek. "I'll come back soon, I have things to take care of, doll." You pulled him into a hug. His body became stiff. What were you doing? He swallowed loudly, one of his hand went to your lower back pulling you closer to him. "We can do this again later when I have more time," he whispered into your ear.

He stood once again. "Try and get some rest. You should sleep better now," he chuckled to himself.

And with that he was gone. The loud door slamming behind him.

~~~

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Party Fowl

Loki Laufeyson x Reader

request from @blueemeraldeyes: Can you write a 18+ fic, where Loki is the biggest asshole of all time, rude and mean towards the reader, but she’s the only one who’s nice to him since everyone hates him for some reason😀 And then it’s the birthday of one of the avengers and their reader starts very intimately dancing with Cap or whoever and Loki gets jealous af out of nowhere and started a fight at the party with the reader and kind of hit her in front of everyone blah blah all this stuff doesn’t make any sense but I’m pretty sure you can make sth good out of it haha

a/n: this is my first time writing for Loki even though I've liked him since the first Thor movie. I got this request like almost two years ago sorry y'all.

warnings: 18+, blood, smut, oral (F receiving), fingering, hand job, sex, cream pie

"I don't exactly have the best track record with them, darling," he leaned in your doorway, arms folder over his chest.

You huffed and rolled your eyes, "It's Thor's birthday, it won't hurt you to be there. He is your brother after all."

"Are you forgetting I'm adopted?" he smirked. You were not amused. You stared into the mirror trying to get your makeup just right. The Birthday Party for one of your teammates was more than likely going to be full to the brim with people, seeing as though it was being thrown by Tony Stark. He never failed to impress his guests even when the gathering was just some SHIELD agents and the Avengers.

"Can't you just toughen up and come to your brother's party?" you stood up and put your shoes on, "For me?"

It wasn't until now that he noticed what you were wearing. A beautiful black dress that fell right above your knee. His eyes darted between your face and your body, not sure which one he wanted to look at more. He always thought you were beautiful, but now more than ever he felt his heart skip.

"You look..." he blinked, "I-I'm not going. I would rather rot in a cell on Asgard than spend a single moment with the Avengers."

"You realize I'm an Avenger right?" you walked over to him, placing your hand on his chest. His eyes shifted between your face and the hand on his chest. He really was interested in you. He wanted more than anything to kiss all the makeup off your face.

"You're different," his eyes stared into yours. He looked handsome standing there in front of you. You would've given anything to stay here with him. But you were sick of the tension and neither of you ever making a move on the other. It was growing old.

"But not different enough for you to come hangout with me?" you rolled your eyes. "It's not like we... I don't know what you expect from me, darling. I don't associate with scum from Earth," he rolled his shoulders.

You aren't sure why, but that hurt you. Could be because you thought maybe he liked you. Maybe it's because you like him. Either way that was your last straw.

"Y'know, you don't have to be a dick to me all the time. I'm the only one who treats you as a friend, and all you ever do is talk to me like you don't care. I'm over it, Loki. I don't care if you come to the party. Matter of fact, don't," you pushed passed him.

Loki turned wanting to stop you, but no words forming. You reached his hand out to you, stopping himself from going after you.

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You arrived at the party. It was not as full as you had expected. Mainly just the Avengers and a handful of SHIELD agents. You smiled and chatted slightly with everyone as you made your way to Mr. Stark's bar. Natasha and Bruce stood there, flirting as always. You smiled at Nat, raising your eyebrows at her.

"What?" her cheeks turned a slight pink.

"Nothing," you laughed, "Good to see you two together."

She and Bruce looked at each other and smiled that awkward smile of two people newly entranced with each other. You thought about all the times Loki had looked at you like that. You wondered if you had been too hard on him earlier. He didn't have the best relationship with his brother, let alone all the Avengers.

You had been lost in your thoughts so long that you didn't even notice Natasha and Bruce had walked away. You stood there, arms folded over your chest as you saw practically everyone buddied up. Tony and Pepper, Bucky and Sam, Nat and Bruce, Wanda and Vision, and then you. Alone. It would've been great to have Loki there with you.

You looked up to see Steve Rogers making his way across the room. Captain Rogers joined you as you leaned against the bar. His eyes scanned your body as he gave you the most charming smile. "You look stunning tonight," Steve leaned over and whispered in your ear. You felt your cheeks heat up slightly. Your eyes darted to the Captain, admiring him in his blue button up. "You don't look half bad yourself, Captain," you smiled.

"Where's your boyfriend tonight?" He raised an eyebrow at you. "He isn't my boyfriend," you scoffed.

"Oh? Since when did you break up?"

"We were never anything other than friends."

Steve smirked at you. "Don't look at me like that," you smiled. You both joined each other in small laughter. "He really is missing out, y'know. Any man would be lucky to have you," Steve looked at you with slightly hooded eyes. "That means a lot from you, Steve," you felt your cheeks turn a slight pink.

The music slowed down a little. The couples all began swaying together. Your eyes darted to Steve. "I always loved dancing," he mumbled before turning to smile at you. He extended his hand and you happily accepted.

Loki walked into the room trying to remain hidden. He didn't want to cause a commotion, but he did want to see you. He had even styled his hair and put on a nice black suit hoping to make you as happy as possible. He realized how rude and mean he had been being to you and wanted to make you smile even a little.

But what he saw blinded his good intention with rage. You were pressed up against Captain America swaying back and forth with him. Dancing. It outraged him. He rushed over to you, ripping you from Steve's arms, "Get off her!"

"What the hell," you blurted out confused on who had pulled you away. "Loki?" You felt a lump in your throat. He had his back to you, panting in Steve's face.

"Good to see you, Loki," Steve smiled at him. "Don't touch her ever again," Loki gritted through his teeth. "Look," he put his hand on Loki's shoulder, "You had your chance with her and blew it. We've all seen you both going back and forth for months now, you don't get to claim her when she's finally ready to be with someone else." Loki threw his hand back in and attempt to get Steve's hand off of him, but accidentally hit you in the process.

You stumbled back, grabbing your nose. "Oh my Gods. I am so sorry, Y/N," Loki reached for you, putting his hands on both of your arms. You pulled your hand away from your nose to see blood stained all over your palms. Your eyes widened. "You need to leave, Loki. It never fails for you to cause problems as soon as you get around us," Steve pinched the bridge of his nose as he grabbed Loki and turned him around. "I-I-I didn't mean to hit her," he argued, feeling more rage at Steve than he had before. Steve pushed him out of the way in an attempt to get to you. Loki was furious, grabbing the Captain away from you, "I told you not to touch her." Steve rolled his eyes, "Don't make this harder than it has to be, Loki." "Then stop touching her," Loki gritted as he balled his fist at his side.

You grabbed Loki's hand, "It's okay, let's go so I can get this blood off my face. Thank you, Steve. It was a wonderful dance."

You dragged him out of the party, leading him to the elevator that would take you to your room. The elevator ride was completely silent, but Loki did not release your hand the entire time until you got to your room. He closed the door behind him as you rushed to get into the bathroom. You washed the blood off your face and hands. You were certain some must've gotten on Loki as well.

He stood in the doorway of the bathroom. Distress written on his face. "I am so sorry," he mumbled. "I know you didn't mean it, Loki," you splashed water in your face.

"C'mere," you waved him over to the sink. You grabbed his hand, pushing up his sleeve. You wiped your blood off his hand with a warm towel. "Sorry for getting my blood all over you," you grinned slightly. "It's okay, Y/N," he smiled at you. He never did that. Not like this. There was a silence between you both as you pulled his sleeve back down to the spot it was before. Your hand lingered on his. He admired you.

"I have to tell you something," Loki broke the silence. Your eyes met his. "First, I'm sorry for treating you the way I have. You've done nothing but be kind to me and... I... I am so thankful for that. I am grateful for you, Y/N," his hand went to your cheek, you nuzzled your head against his hand. You rested your eyes feeling closer to Loki than you had ever felt. You felt him shift in front of you. Your eyes opened to see him leaning into you. His lips met yours.

"I want you to be mine, Y/N," he spoke softly before kissing you again. You broke the kiss, "You could've said that sooner, y'know? I didn't have to get my blood all over you to get you to admit your feelings." He smiled and laughed, "I'm sorry."

"You're lucky you're cute," you smiled placing your hands on the sides of his face. You brushed passed him wanting to take off your heals. You sat on the edge of your bed wrestling with the tiny buckle of the heal. Loki stared at you for a moment. "I was going to tell you earlier, but you look... gorgeous. Absolutely stunning, darling," he walked over and helped you get the buckle undone. He kneeled in front of you, taking each shoe off so you did not have to struggle further. "I can't believe you wore a suit to come pick a fight with Steve Rogers," you smiled. He glanced up at you, raising an eyebrow, "Gods always come to impress, love."

Loki hopped onto the bed beside you, laying on his back. You looked over your shoulder admiring the way his hair spread across your sheets. "Like what you see?" he spoke with closed eyes. You felt heat flood to your cheeks and other places. The longer you had looked at him the more irresistible he was growing. "You do look sexy," you bit your lip. That caught his attention. He sprang upright, "Wanna run that past me one more time?"

He leaned in close to your ear, "Let me hear you say it again and I can't promise I won't pin you down right now." Your face flashed red. You turned your head quickly, eyes scanning up and down his body. "Are you trying to seduce me, Mr. Laufeyson?" His tongue darted out and wetted his lower lip, eyebrows raised at you. There was a silence as the two of you stared at each other.

"Are we just going to sit here gawking at each other or are you going to let me have you?" Loki placed his hand on your thigh. Heat drizzled all over your body as goose bumps of anticipation scattered your skin. His hand slowly made its way further up your thigh, under your dress. You quickly crashed your lips into his, grabbing his face to pull him closer. "Oh, Loki," you breathed out. "That's what I want to hear, darling," he spoke in-between kisses. His other hand went to your lower back helping to lower your back onto the bed. He crawled on top of you. Looking down on you with a smirk, his hand went to your cheek caressing it, "Undress for me." The zipper on the side of your dress came down with ease. You pulled the dress over your head, laying under him in only your underwear. Dark eyes grazed down your body. "I always imagined what you'd look like under me, and I can say my imagination did not do you justice, my love," he grinned above you.

Your fingertips graze up his chest, grabbing his tie. Catching him off guard as you pulled his by the tie, "I want you, my lord." Cheeks shining red as heat flooded his entire body. Licking his teeth and swallowing the lump in his throat, he chuckled. "I like the sound of that," his pupils were blown. He crawled down your body, planting his face between your legs. His warm breath against your clothed opening sent arousal all throughout your body. His fingers played with the hem of your underwear, hooking his fingers under and removing them. “So pretty and wet for me, darling,” he growled at your opening. Dark eyes looked up at you from between your legs. He flattened his tongue against your opening, licking a stripe up it. You threw your head back with a moan of his name. He continued rhythmically against your opening. You squirmed and moaned under him, his dark eyes staring back at you. You felt the knot low in your stomach building with each lick he placed.

He leaned away, inhaling deeply. You took quick breaths at the loss of stimulation. He straightened his body looking down at you. He began taking off his tie, sweat beamed on his forehead. You watched as he hastily unbuttoned his shirt, taking it and his coat off in one motion. You admired his toned body. He was absolutely gorgeous. You felt a lump in your throat form and your mouth run dry. You had never been this nervous with any of your previous partners. Loki was different, a literal God. He ran his hand through his hair and huffed. One of his hands ran up your thigh, finding its way to your clit. He rubbed soft slow circles, almost as if he was teasing you. You closed your eyes and threw your head back, feeling yourself clinch around nothing. Your body craved for him.

Your small squeaks and moans were sending him over the edge. He was not sure how much longer he could go on. His hard cock was pressing against his dress pants, he could've swore he was dying from the anticipation. But he loved teasing you so much. He would never admit how nervous you made him. You were the first person to ever make him feel this way. His body was so flooded with heat, he had to get undressed. But not before he was done with you.

As he continued the motions on your clit, he slipped a finger inside you. You called out to him, breath escaping your lungs. His face was red. He has wanted to be inside you for so long and here you were bending to his will. He was drunk off his arousal. "You feel so good wrapped around my finger," his breathy voice barely got any words out. Your head was thrown back in pure bliss, you swore you would finish any second. He smirked down at you, "Finish for me, love." You had never thought he was as handsome as he was in this moment. He had you right where he wanted you and you were happy to be there. He pumped his finger and his thumb picked up speed. You could feel yourself right on the edge of bliss. He leaned down to whisper in your ear, "I said finish for me." You felt chills run down your body. He was being so demanding and you could not help but love every second of it. You turned your head to kiss him, feeling that you were about to finish. You called out to him as your walls clinched around him. He felt like he could have came in his pants the second he felt you finish around him. His mouth hung slightly open, heavy breaths leaving him as he stared in awe at you. "You're such a good girl, Y/N," he placed a kiss on your head before leaning to sit on hit legs.

He fumbled with his belt, unable to undo it on the first try. His anticipation was getting the better of him. He needed to be released, he had been fighting the stick member long enough. You sat up and helped him undo the belt. He stared at you with a soft expression, his pupils blown with lust more than ever before. You played with the lining of his pants, making eye contact with him. "What now, Laufeyson?" He swallowed the lump in his throat. You undid the button on his pants causing him to throw his head back with a groan. You slowly unzipped him. He felt like he was going to melt if you continued to tease him. The tip of your finger was slightly tucked into his pant line. You leaned and placed a kiss on his jugular. His lip quivered as a soft moan left him. "P-Please, Y/N," is all he could get out. He grabbed your wrist and guided your hand down his pants. You wrapped your hand around his clothed member, his hand guided you to slowly stroke him. His other hand was placed firmly against your waist.

You removed your hand from him momentarily. He growled in frustration, his eyes squinted shut. You quickly placed your hand back down his pants, this time grabbing his bare member. His eyes shot open and he stared into yours. You stroked him faster than before, he slightly grinded his hips into your hand. His hand left your waist and traveled up your body. It found its place lightly against your throat. He pulled you in for a deep kiss. His tongue intertwined with yours, he moaned into your mouth. "I want to cum inside you," he moaned in between kisses. You nodded, removing your hand from him.

He guided you onto your back, barely breaking the kisses you were sharing. He shimmied his pants off, his underwear going with it. You could not help but marvel at him. He held his cock in his hand, his body was covered in sweat. He stared at you with hooded eyes, slightly stroking himself while admiring your body. He was on top of you now, his cock poking at your opening. "I want you so badly, Y/N," he placed a kiss on your lips. You ran your hands up his chest, "I want you, too." His hand went to help guide himself inside you. He slowly began his way inside you, allowing you to adjust to him. You threw your head back, moaning his name. He began to thrust inside you. He grunted with each motion. "Gods, you feel so fucking good," he was open mouth moaning. You moaned at how good he felt inside you. Your post orgasm body was so sensitive and he was hitting every part just right. He could feel himself about to finish and sped up.

"I'm gonna cum, Y/N," he moaned before crashing his lips into yours. The two of you sloppily kissed as he finished inside you. His rhythm became messy. He was huffing above you, placing kisses on you wherever he could. You rubbed your hands up his back, admiring how muscular he was. "You're absolutely wonderful, Loki," you smiled at him, kissing him lovingly. He smiled a huge toothy grin at you. You swore you had never seen him smile so widely. He rolled over and laid beside you. "In all my years of existing, I have never felt the way I feel right now, Y/N," he looked over at you, "You make me unbelievably happy." He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. He was so warm and you felt so comfortable with him. He kissed you on top of your head.

"We didn't even tell your brother 'Happy Birthday'," you laughed. Loki groaned, "I believe he will be fine if two people didn't tell him 'Happy Birthday,' love." You ran your fingers up and down his arm. He continued to place small kisses all over your face. You giggled when his kisses made their way down your neck. He pulled you on top of him, wrapping his arms tightly around you. The two of you beyond happy with post-sex glee. "Hopefully next time we do this, you won't have to give me a bloody nose first," you poked at his side. He dragged one of his hands down his face as his cheeks began glowing pink, "Don't remind me. I am so sorry, Y/N." You kissed him, "What a fun story to tell, right, Laufeyson?" He wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you. "It's not fun when you're the one giving the bloody nose," he gritted through his teeth before decorating your face in kisses. Both of you could not help but laugh it off.

You rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He rubbed his hand up and down your back. The two of you laid around your room for the rest of the night.

~~~

[END]

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Deception [Part 1]

Mysterio x Reader | Read the original here

This is an AU universe of the MCU Spider-Man.  The reader is a female version of Spider-Man and is an adult who is an Avenger.  Characters are pretty much the same, just a few AU adjustments.  This story closely follows the plot of Far From Home.  

a/n:  the reader was not dusted during the Blip.  I kept the Parker last name just out of personal preference (sorry if that ruins it for you lol), no I haven't decided if Mysterio is actually a villain or not that’s a decision I will make if I decide to continue the story.  I am not including the E.D.I.T.H. glasses in this AU.

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You sat on top of a high building overlooking the city in front of you.  You could hear horns honking and the flutter of bat wings.  People chattered below you.  It felt nice to finally be home for good.  The events of the past five years had taken a serious tole on your mental health.  You had watched your mentor sacrifice his own life in order to make sure your biggest foe was gone for good.  It was hard knowing many of the heroes you had looked up to at a young age were gone forever.  You were one of the few remaining members of the Avengers left on Earth.  Many of them decided to go somewhere else to protect the universe.  But you stayed here.  

You were only sixteen when Tony recruited you for the Avengers.  You were twenty-one now.  An adult.  But you did not feel like an adult.  You still felt like the same scared little kid who almost got killed by Thanos a couple years ago.  You sometimes wake up from reliving that nightmare.  The feeling of getting thrown and slammed onto the ground.  The feeling of air escaping your lungs and not being able to return.  Your vision going blurry.  It was all still too real for you.  It was one of your weakest moments.  You felt like you had let everyone down in that moment.  If the others had not been there you would be dead.  You knew that.  But that was the point of having a team.  Stronger in numbers.

You continued staring out at the illuminating city.  You sometimes wish you had never been bit by that spider that day.  Things could have been so much simpler.   That was a stupid thought.  You remembered idolizing Iron Man as a child.  You always wanted to protect the world as he did.  He inspired you to be a better person.  He inspired you to want to help others.  He still inspired you today.  His sacrifice was a statement to the world that heroes would do anything to protect them.  

Suddenly, you felt your phone begin vibrating.  You grabbed it from your pocket.  It was Happy.  You picked up, “Hey, Hap.  What’s up, man?”  “Come back home, we have to talk about something,” Happy spoke through the phone.  You were concerned, “Okay.  I am on my way.  Is everything okay?”  Happy mumbled into the phone, “We will talk more when you get here.”  He hung up.  It worried you that Happy was speaking so fast and was fast to hang up.  You pulled your mask over your face and jumped off the building.

You landed on top of the building next to your apartment building.  You triple checked to make sure no one was around.  You crawled down the wall and hid behind the dumpster.  You took off your suit and threw it into the bag you had hidden, throwing it over your shoulder once the suit was hidden.  You climbed up the wall, reaching your window and crawling inside.  You threw your bag onto the bed and continued into the living room to see Happy sitting with your Uncle.  They were both smiling and laughing about something.  You cleared your throat, “I’m home.”  Happy and Uncle Ben turned to you.  Uncle Ben rose from the couch, “Hi, honey!  I am so glad you are home.  Happy and I were just catching up.”  You smiled at him.  But your smile quickly shifted when you began to address Happy, “What was it you needed to talk to me about, Happy?”  Happy smiled at you, “Sorry for the rush on the phone, Y/N.  I had just arrived here and I did not want to be rude to Ben.”  You exhaled a sigh of relief, “Happy!  You scared me.  I thought something was seriously wrong.”  Happy chuckled, “Sorry about that.  Now.  As I told Ben, we should be expecting a visitor soon.”  You were confused, “What do you mean a vi-”

There was a knock at the door.  Happy walked over and opened it to reveal Nick Fury standing in your doorway.  You shuttered.  “Now, I want to know why you are so hard to get in contact with, Miss Parker,” Fury began.  “I-I’ve been really busy,” you defended.  “Happy tells me you have been dodging my calls.  You shot a look at Happy.  “Don’t look at me like that, he’s my boss too,” Happy acknowledged your look.  “I don’t care about how you feel about me trying to contact you, Miss Parker.  You are an Avenger and I do not take kindly to someone not acting like it,” Fury shut down your dismay quickly.  You stared at the man in front of you.  He was right.  You had not been acting like an Avenger lately.  Truly.  You did not want to act like one.  You enjoyed getting to relax after watching everyone else leave.  You felt alone as an Avenger.  Fury was right.  You needed to begin acting like an Avenger.  “There will be a car here to pick you up at 5 a.m. tomorrow morning.  I suggest you don’t keep me waiting any longer.  I have someone for you to meet,” he was stern with his statement.  “Yes, sir,” you agreed.  “Now, since you made me come all the way here to get you, where can a brother get a drink,” Fury spoke.  

Fury and Happy were gone.  It was late.  You sat in the dim lit living room alone.  You hunched over your phone that laid on the table in front of you.  You stared at the picture of you and Tony.  Any time with Tony was a fun time.  You idolized the man.  He made you into the hero you are.  “What would he think of you like this,” you whispered to yourself.  You had been down lately.  What Tony did was marvelous.  You could never be like him.  He was the hero the world needed.  You are just some weird girl who can stick to stuff.  You felt your eyes begin to fill a little.  “Everything okay,” Uncle Ben sat down next to you.  You looked at him, “I’m fine.  Just thinking.”  He knew you were lying.  You could see it on his face.  He wrapped one of his arms around you, “I’m here if you need me, kiddo.”  You rested your head on his shoulder, “Thanks, Ben.”  

~

You did not sleep the night before.  You had began to take a shower, but instead you sat in the tub thinking about what tomorrow would hold.  You sat there for quite sometime thinking before you realized you needed to get out and get ready.  It was 4:45 now.  You grabbed your suit and put it on.  You had contemplated whether or not to wear the suit.  You decided it was best to.  You never knew who you could trust anymore.  You wrote Uncle Ben a note that read “Time for super stuff, love you.”  You knew he would understand.  He always understood.  You pulled your mask over your face and climbed out the window.  It was chilly out this early.  5 a.m. arrived and a large black vehicle arrived promptly.  You were escorted into the back where Nick Fury sat.  He eyeballed you, “Why the suit, kid?”  You were embarrassed under the mask, “I don’t know who I can trust, so I thought I shou-” “Don’t be an idiot.  Anyone I would bring into our headquarters is someone you can trust.  You know that,” he cut you off.  You shook your head in agreement, but did not remove the mask.  Despite everything, you felt unsafe.  Something felt off about the whole situation.  Your Spider-Sense was telling you so.

In what felt like the blink of an eye, you were in the secret headquarters.  Fury got out of the vehicle, you were close behind.  You followed him, passing many workers.  You did not recognize them.  They were all basically strangers to you.  It felt wrong.  You felt like you should not be here.  You and Fury entered the elevator together.  It went down many floors.  “Kid, you don’t have to be so tense.  I would not let anyone in here who could hurt you,” Fury reassured.  He could tell you were nervous.  You nodded.  

“Now then,” the elevator opened and you both stepped out, “Spider-Girl, I’d like you to meet Mr. Beck.”  A tall man in a cape stood in front of you.  He smiled, “So, you’re the one everyone has been telling me about.  It’s a pleasure.”  He extended his hand.  You placed your hand in his.  He leaned in and whispered, “You can call me Quentin.”  You shook his hand, “Hi.  H-Hold on.  I-I’m sorry, but are you the guy from the news?”  He chuckled, “Yeah, that’s me.  Wishing I had hidden my identity better.  But I thought it would help people to have a face with their hero.”  You snapped your fingers while trying to remember, “Now then, what was it they called you?  Mysterio?”  He smiled, “Yep.  That’s the name they’ve given me.”  You were amazed at the man in front of you.  He had came out of no where and was already loved and adored by the public.  You were always seen as a menace.  

Fury coughed, “If you two are finished...”  You and Quentin directed your attention to him.  “Now then.  We have been informed that there have been spikes in energy all across the globe.  I have decided that the two of you would be the best fit in handling this situation.  Spider-Girl, as one of the last remaining members of the Avengers, you will be heading the mission,” Fury was serious.  You shook your head in disbelief, “Wait.  Wait, isn’t there anyone else you can call on.  I’ve never really soloed a mission before.”  Fury furrowed his brows, “You are going to head this mission.”  “What about Carol?  Thor?  Any of the Guardians?  They are all way more qualified than I am,” you argued.  “They all have more important things to do.  But you, all you’ve been doing is swinging around this city stopping petty crime.  Now, as your superior, I am telling you what you will be doing.  I suggest you do not give me anymore lip about it.  You’re walking a fine line with me already.  Tony is not here to protect you anymore.  You have to learn to protect yourself,” Fury’s tone was growing frustrated.  You stood in silence.  “Do I make myself clear,” he asserted.  You nodded, “Yes sir.”  

You spent the next several hours discussing plans.  Where these anomalies were happening.  The best plan of attack.  This panicked you more than anything.  A huge responsibility was being put on your shoulders.  You did not know anything about this mission.  Nothing made sense.  It was all too convenient.  After the discussions were done, Fury directed you and Quentin further, “I got the two of you a hotel room.  There are two beds.  It will help the two of your bond to be that close.  You two need to get to know each other pretty well in order for this mission to succeed.”  “Wonderful,” you thought.  All you were wanting was to be alone.  You shook your head in agreement.  “I’m going to go out for a bit.  I need to think alone for a while,” you excused yourself.  Quentin smiled, “I’ll see you later.”

You sat on top of a building.  You seemed to do this a lot.  You loved admiring the city.  It was beautiful especially at night.  Suddenly, Quentin appeared in front of you.  You were not alarmed.  “What’s up, Spider-Girl,” he questioned as he sat down beside you.  His helmet disappeared revealing his handsome face once again.  “This whole hero thing... it’s always been different for me, Quentin.  I have always been the underdog no matter what I do.  I am one of the only Avengers he can call on and somehow I am still not good enough for him,” you spilled.  Quentin smiled at you, “I for one think you are an amazing hero.  I have no doubt you were born to be an amazing hero.”  You chuckled.  Quentin raised an eyebrow, “What’s so funny?”  You shook your head, “I used to be a scared high schooler who witnessed her aunt get murdered in front of her.  Then, I went from being a normal kid to fighting some crazy guy in a mechanical bird costume.  I never asked to be an Avenger.  It was a freak accident, Quentin.”  Quentin placed his hand on your thigh, “Everything happens for a reason.”  You blushed at his touch.  “You don’t even know me,” you muttered.  Quentin leaned closer to you, “I want to get to know you, Spider-Girl.”  He placed his hand on the under part of your mask and raised it up to your nose, you grabbed his wrist fast.  Quentin jumped slightly.  “I-I... I’m n-not ready for you to kn-know who I am,” you stuttered.  He smiled slightly, “That’s okay.  I understand.”  You let go of his wrist.  “It’s nothing per-personal, we just met.  Not many people know who I am,” you were embarrassed.  He smiled.  

You stood up, “I-I’m gonna go.  I should probably get some food in me.  I-I’ll see you back at the hotel.”  He followed you, “We can go together.  We are going to be spending a lot of time together.  I’d like to get to know the person I am working with.”  Your cheeks were red under your mask.  You were fighting yourself inside your head.  Should you or should you not?  It was difficult.  You wanted to open up to people, but that was too difficult.  “Sure, Quentin,” you agreed.  “But here’s the thing.  You’ll have to get the food and meet me back up here.  I can’t be seen just chilling in a local restaurant.  I don’t need that kind of press right now,” you told him.  His expression change into a frown, “Oh.”  You felt bad.  Maybe Quentin was safe.  Maybe you could trust him.  Maybe it was time to take a risk.  “Look,” you began, “Okay.  Meet me downstairs in like seven minutes.  We will walk somewhere together.  Just... put some normal clothes on.  Let’s do something not as supers for a while.”  Quentin’s face lit up.  He took your hands in his, “Seriously?  You’ll go to dinner with me?”  You smiled under your mask, “Yeah, I guess.”  Quentin smiled even wider, “You won’t regret this!”  Quentin rushed to the door and excused himself.  

You changed in one of the bathrooms up stairs.  You put on a plain t-shirt and a pair of jeans.  You wanted to look as normal as possible.  “Maybe this is all a mistake... don’t you think you’re rushing,” you thought.  You shook it off and headed for the elevator.  You took it down to the lobby.  You saw Quentin across the room.  He was wearing a blue button-up and jeans.  It seemed odd to see him outside of his suit.  “He’ll definitely feel the same,” you thought.  You walked over to him, “Hey, Quentin.”  He turned and stared at you.  You froze.  “Oh God, what have I done,” you thought in panic.  “Wow,” he spoke, “You’re beautiful.”  You felt your cheeks turn pink.  You shook off his compliment, “No, no.  I never got to formally introduce myself.  I’m Y/N Parker.  And yes, I am behind the mask.  Hope you aren’t disappointed.”  He shook his head, “I’m not disappointed at all.  I’m pleasantly surprised.”  Your face flooded with color again and you chuckled slightly.  “So,” you changed the subject, “You ready to walk?”  He smiled at you, “I’d be happy to walk with you anywhere, Y/N.”  

The two of you headed out.  You talked about what being a superhero from a young age was like, about how much you missed your friends and a normal life.  Quentin told you a story about what life was like for him before everything happened.  He told you about his family which he has lost.  The two of you sharing made you feel better about revealing who you are to him.  Your guard had been up nonstop since the giant fight with Thanos.  It was hard for you to allow new people into your life.  You had pushed away your friends from school, it was easier since they had blipped and you didn’t.  You regretted isolating yourself.  

Quentin went inside a restaurant and ordered food for the both of you then you both walked back.  Of course the two of you could not go out without him getting recognized.  He is the most popular hero on the scene right now.  A couple of girls your age ran up confirming it was him and snapping a picture with him.  One of them making a quick comment about how handsome he was, and you couldn’t help the slight feeling of jealousy in your stomach.  You shook the feeling off, the two of you were not dating.  You were thankful the girls only took a picture of him and did not snap a photo of you together.  It would be suspicious for a picture of Mysterio with a random girl to surface once you two are inevitably spotted together as heroes.  He walked back over to you and smiled.  “Super star, eh?” You jabbed at him.  He blew his breath out and smiled, “No... you think so?”  You laughed with him, 

Your guard was lower than it had been in years.  You felt a weight you'd been carrying for a while begin to lift.  You could not deny the slight crush you were developing on Quentin.  He was charming and funny.  Not to mention handsome.  You enjoyed his company.  He attempted to take your hand in his causing you to jump at the sudden touch.  “Oh- Sorry,” Quentin’s face flushed with embarrassment.  You shook your head, “No-No you’re fine.  Just caught me off guard is all.”  It was strange that your body did not warn you of him about to touch you.  You must have sensed no danger on him.  This was new for you.  The rest of the walk was silent between you two.  

You returned back to your hotel room with the food.  You could not help but feel embarrassment for making what was developing between you two awkward.  You were beating yourself up and on top of it, your room key decided to give you a hard time.  You leaned your head against the hotel door, sighing in frustration.  You felt Quentin get closer to you, reaching for your wrist to help you with the door key.  “You just have to give it a little longer,” he spoke softly.  The door clicked and you tried the handle again.  It opened.  “Thank you,” you mumbled looking at him.  He was smiling at you.  

The two of you sat at the tiny coffee table together.  He pulled the food out of the bags, handing you yours first.  You picked at your food, too anxious to really eat.  There were a billion things on your mind, yet you could not focus on one of them.  “Y/N?”  You had gotten lost in your own thoughts.  “Sorry, just a lot on my mind,” you shot a fake smile at him.  He reached across the table and placed his hand on yours, “You can talk to me.”  You sighed.  Struggling to look at him, “Fury just puts so much pressure on me.  It’s like he expects me to... I don't know.  I barely know what I’m doing.”  Quentin squeezed your hand slightly, “Fury believes in you.  He knows you can be the next Iron Man.  The next leader of the Avengers!”  You chuckled, “I don’t want to be the next Iron Man.  Tony... he never wanted me to end up like him.  I love being a hero, but I’m a friendly neighborhood Spider-Girl.  I wasn’t ready to fight a giant titan in space and nearly die.”  There was a silence between you both.  You sure did know how to get people to stop talking to you, didn’t you?  You felt tears building up in your eyes.  Quentin caressed your hand with one of his fingers, “It’s okay to be scared, Y/N.  You haven’t had a break.”  You looked up at him and smiled, “Thank you.”  His gaze lingered on you.  You felt your cheeks growing a little pink.  “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.  I wish we had met under different circumstances,” Quentin intertwined fingers with you.  

You both finished what you wanted of your food then sat on your separate beds.  You scrolled mindlessly on your phone for a bit.  Of course, videos of Mysterio were everywhere.  The public adored him worldwide.  You were happy to be working with him.  You stretched slightly and stood up, “I’m gonna go get ready for bed.”  Quentin mumbled an “Okay” not looking up from his book.  You walked into the tiny bathroom and splashed some water in your face.  You changed into some sleep shorts and a tank top.  You were brushing your teeth when he knocked on the door.  

“Yeah?”

“Can I come in?” 

That’s weird...

“Sure, I’m decent,” you joked.  

Quentin opened the door only wearing his boxers.  You looked at him in the mirror and an indistinguishable look was on his face.  He walked up to you slowly, wrapping his hands around your waist.  He made sure his hands ran over every inch of your skin until they met for him to pull you close.  You felt chills run all over your body.  He rested his chin on your shoulder, looking into your eyes through the mirror.  His beard hairs tickled your exposed skin.  You wanted to ask what he wanted, but you knew.  You decided to just enjoy this intimacy.  He began to kiss your shoulder, all the way up to your neck.  You could feel something poking your back.  Your body was flooding with heat.  Could you really be this vulnerable with someone?  You were loving the attention his mouth was giving to your neck.  You placed one of your hands on his head, groaning with pleasure.  

“Quentin?”

“Yes?,” he mumbled into your neck.  

“What exactly are you trying to do?” you smiled softly at him in the mirror.  

“Whatever you’re comfortable with,” he kissed your neck more.  

You can’t do this.  Not yet.  

You tugged at his arms around you, turning to face him.  “Don’t... don’t be mad at me,” you sighed.  He smiled softly at you, “I would never be mad at you for telling me no when you aren’t ready.”  He cupped your cheek, you closed your eyes enjoying his touch.  “I... I’m so exhausted.  You make me feel so safe... I think this is the first time I have relaxed in years,” you kissed his palm.  “Let’s get you to bed then,” he grabbed your hand and led you to your bed.  You both crawled into your beds.  You rolled over to look at him from the other side.  He was smiling at you.  

“Goodnight, beautiful,” he spoke softly leaning for the lamp.  

“Goodnight, Quinn,” you yawned.  

~~~

END PART 1

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Holding Your Hand

The Grabber x Reader

requested by @blxckestheart : Can I get "Don't even pretend not to know how incredibly sexy and amazing you are." & "I'm so scared that you'll never want to hold my hand again... and your hand is the only hand I want to hold." Please? (Love Confessions)

warnings: Stockholm (obviously)

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It had to have been months that you'd been locked in the basement. Shockingly enough, he had not killed you yet. Before taking you most of his victims were rather close together. But you were the only one taken for months now.

He had grown to like you. Allowing you upstairs to shower under his watch. A few times he rented a movie and invited you upstairs with him. You never really had a good home life, so this was slowly starting to feel like home. It shouldn't. You had been taken away from your everyday life in a flash by some creepy middle aged man. You never thought anyone in your town was capable of doing something like that.

Once he allowed you to become closer to him, he grew softer towards you. He would hold you on the mattress until you fell asleep. Holding your hand while the two of you watched a movie. Complimenting you while he watched you shower. You shouldn't feel safe here.

You sat on the mattress, tears slowly falling from your eyes. The two of you had gotten into a fight. Nothing physical. You got too in your own head about what had happened to those little boys...

"YOU KILLED KIDS," you screamed at him, "AND YOU BROUGHT ME HERE TO KILL ME TOO!"

"I don't appreciate how you're talking to me," he wore only the bottom half of the mask that was always on his face.

"Oh-ho-ho, yeah? I don't appreciate being taken away from my home and getting thrown in some guy whose name I don't even know's basement either! Guess we both have problems, don't we?" you scoffed turning your back to him.

He was silent for a moment. You could hear his breathing pick up. He was trying to not get angry. "To hear you talk, I took you away from a bad home. Funny how one minute I'm the best thing that happened to you, but the next I'm back to 'some guy.'," he grumbled standing from the squatted position he had been in.

"Shut up," you were fighting back tears.

"You can sit down here and cry for weeks for all I care. Mommy and Daddy didn't care to come looking for you, and they sure won't after all this time," he slightly raised his voice.

You slumped over as tears fell violently from your eyes. "That was-" you sniffled, "Uncalled for... you... you're so cruel." Your hand covered your mouth to fight back your sobs.

He scoffed and left the room. Locking the door behind him.

... What he said was extremely hurtful. You had always said that you could disappear and never come back and your parents wouldn't have cared. You did not realize you were right until he had said that.

It had been over a day since the fight happened. You wondered if he was gonna let you sit down here and starve to death. He usually sat with you more hours of the day then not. But not now.

You found yourself holding on to the sweet things he would do with you. Mostly the way his large hands held yours. It was almost like your hands were made for one another. Your fingers interlocked perfectly. You were scared he’d never want to hold your hand again. That made you cry even harder.

You heard the giant metal door begin to open. You jumped slightly. You knew he’d still be mad, he didn’t let things go that easily. He wore the whole mask now. Tiny horns adorned his head. He didn’t speak, just stared at you. Your eyes were puffy and swollen from all the crying. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He folded his arms and leaned onto the closed door. The two of you sat in silence just staring. You were relieved he even wanted to be in the room with you.

"Albert," he muttered breaking the silence.

"What?"

"That's my name... you said you didn't know my name... and I guess I never told you,” his arms fell to his side. He walked over slowly, joining you on the bed. His hand went to your leg rubbing small circles with his thumb on it. “I… I’m sorry for what I said. I was angry,” guilt painted his tone.

“I’m sorry too,” you mumbled looking at him. You leaned onto his shoulder, your hands joining his on your leg. Your fingers intertwined. “I was scared…. scared you’d never want to hold my hand again,” you admitted staring at your fingers wrapped together. He chuckled, “Your hand is the only one I want to hold.”

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence enjoying each other’s company for a few moments. You giggled to yourself. “What?” He questioned. “You don’t look like an Albert,” you snickered. He blew his breath out, “I hate my name.” You poked at his arm, “Eh it’s cute.” His face fell into his free hand. You sat from leaning on him into a stretch. “I’m sick of this basement, Al,” you groaned.

“Do you want to shower?” He offered. “I probably need one,” you stood up. “I love when you need a shower,” you could see him smile with his eyes. You laughed at his remark. His hands went to either side of your hips, “Don’t even pretended to not know how incredibly sexy and amazing you are, love.” You smiled and leaned back into him.

The two of you headed up stairs and he—who you now knew as Albert—drew you a bath. The two of you were once again enjoying each other’s company.”

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[END]

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Docile

Obi-Wan x Padawan!Reader

Summary:  The Reader has developed some rather lustful feelings for her Master.  She knows better, but she cannot help her rampant running mind.  

warning: smut, 18+ rating, age gap, dom!Obi, master kink, “force play,” oral (female receiving)

word count:  5,127 (yikes sorry)

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Your body was hanging on tightly to the edge of the bed.  You did not dare move.  You feared disturbing the resting man who laid close to you.  

The day had been long and brutal.  Both your bodies had been worked to their extremes.  Your mission had gone south and it led to a giant fight.  Nothing had went the way Obi-Wan planned it.  It frustrated him slightly.  He would never blame you when it was not your fault.  He apologized the entire night following the mishap.  “Young one,” he would grumble into his hand, his other reaching for yours, “I must apologize for putting you in such danger.”  It did not bother you.  Missions were always more fun when you got to show off your skills.  You longed for the approval of your master.  Not only had the mission gone haywire, but the sleeping arrangements had been messed up.  

Upon arrival, it turned out they had only booked a one bed room.  You felt all your dirty thoughts flood into your cheeks.  “There has to be a misunderstanding,” you whispered to Obi-Wan.  He dismissed it, “It’s not a big deal, young one.  It won’t hurt us to share.”  He was smiling widely.  He took the key and you both headed to the room.  

You felt guilty for the thoughts that had been crossing your mind recently.  A pit in your stomach formed with embarrassment for the naughty thoughts that danced in your mind.  

He was your master.  Why did you want him to be more than that?  

He acted different around you than he did around others.  Touching you more than he ever did with anyone else.  The way you would catch him staring at you.  His eyes would automatically dart away from whatever part you presumed him to be admiring.  He never opposed to sharing a room with you when the time came.  Even today, he seemed slightly giddy when they told you about the room.  You wondered if he did it on purpose.  

That’s silly.  He is your master after all.  He was a Jedi.  He took an oath.  Why would he ever do something to even tease himself or you?

You thought about Obi-Wan.  Your mind was a filthy place now.  All thoughts you had of him were lustful.  You thought about his beard digging into your sensitive skin between your legs.  You thought about his callused hands touching every inch of your completely nude body.  Images of him panting above you as sweat fell from his forehead played out for you.  Your mind wondered to the member between his legs.  It wondered how it would stretch you out.  Your body craved him now more than ever.  All your thoughts of your master pooled between your legs.  

You’re a Padawan.  What are you doing?  This is almost sinful.

You thought about how handsome he looked getting ready for bed.  How he stripped down to almost nothing before you.  It was rare to see him in so little.  You could not think of a time you had ever seen his bare legs, but tonight he wore nothing but some thin fabric on his waist.  You knew only few had seen this much of him.  He joined you on the edge of the bed.  You admired his body.  The way his muscles looked.  The way he held himself.  The way his body was so excruciatingly close to yours.  “We should get some rest.  How does that sound, Padawan?”

That name drove you mad.  The way his mouth shaped it.  How sensual it came from his lips in this moment.  Anyone else could have called you it and it would have meant nothing.  But the way Master Kenobi said it... it was different.  

You squeezed your legs tightly together in attempt to give yourself any relief possible.  You wanted to touch yourself, but you knew better.  What if you woke Master Kenobi?  That would be shameful.  You wanted to curl up next to Obi-Wan.  You wanted to whisper his name sweetly in his ear.  He would awake from his slumber and sense your longing.  He would take you then and there.  

That’s foolish.  A child’s fantasy.  

The moon was shining through the window.  It glared in your eyes slightly.  It was gorgeous.  It set a mood that was perfect for the fantasy you played out in your mind.  Your legs rubbed together slightly.  You were soaking through the thing cotton around your waist.  You thought about him pulling them off you.  You thought about how gorgeous he would look between your legs.  You thought about him licking up your aching slit. You thought about-

Stop.  You’re just getting yourself overwhelmed.  

Despite all your best judgement, you rolled over.  Your hands danced on his thinly clothed skin.  Arms snaking around him, lips close to his ear.  Obi-Wan groaned.  His eyes fluttered opened, “Young one, what is it?”  His heavy lidded eyes were shining in the moonlight through the window.  You nuzzled against him.  Your lips were silent, but your mind was screaming at you.  His hand instinctively met the small of your back.  Shivers ran over your entire body.  Any time he would touch you, you would turn to mush.  His head turned to meet your gaze.  His beautiful ocean eyes stared harshly into yours.  He drove you crazy.  Your mind screamed at you again.  It played out every single way he could take you right now.  The look on his face told you he could hear those thoughts.  You felt immediate embarrassment.  You attempted to hush your mind, but the way he stared at you was making it difficult.  His pupils were dilated.  You knew he was enjoying what he was seeing in your mind.  

“Master Kenobi,” your voice was sexual.  His air choked up in his throat.  He breathed out a long breath, “Yes?”  Your lips were close enough that the two of you were breathing the same air.  The way his mouth hung slightly open had your mind running again.  You thought about crashing your lips into his.  Exploring his mouth with your tongue.  You thought about running your fingers through his beautiful hair as the your mouths sucked at one another.  You thought about his hands all over your body.  

“We can’t do this,” his voice came from somewhere deep inside him.  Your hand played slightly under his thin shirt, “I know...  At least allow me to lay here with you.”  Your fingers toyed with the chest hair that peaked through his clothes.  Your face was in his neck.  The air that hit his skin sent chill bumps all over him.  You heard him swallow a deep breath.  

He was fighting himself.  Obi-Wan stiffened himself as not to touch you too much, but the grip he had on your lower back was tight.  His fingers were digging deep into your soft skin.  He was breathing heavy.  His pupils were blown as he stared at you.  He wanted you.  At least... you hoped he did.  

The room was completely silent other than both of your breathing.  You flattened your hand against his chest.  You felt his rapid heart beat.  His chest rose and fell with each deep breath he took in.  You relaxed your body against his.  You wanted him to calm down, but truly you were as anxious as him.  Your heart beat was in your throat.  

You rested your chin up against him.  You stared into his beautiful eyes as his gaze met yours.  “Tell me what’s on your mind, young one,” he breathed out.  Your fingers danced over the skin of his arm.  You wrapped your fingers together.  His hands were rough against your soft, inexperienced ones.  “Will you tell me something?”  “Anything,” his grip on your lower back tightened.  “Did you purposely book this room with one bed with intent to be closer to me?”  He rested his head back against the pillow.  His lips were tight together.  You tightened the grip on his hand, “Master Kenobi.”  He smiled widely.  His tongue glossed over his teeth with a deep chuckle.  “Finally catching on,” he muttered through a bit lip.  

You were slightly shocked.  You thought you were reading into it too much, but he had been trying to be closer to you.

You widened your eyes at him.  “How many times have you done this?”  He ran his hand up your back and into your hair.  He petted you, “At first it was truly an accident.  The people had misunderstood what I asked of them.  Truly, it was not intentional.  I would have never thought to do that to my own padawan.  But that night... oh stars, that night...  you were so close to me, but I knew I could not have you.  My mind was a minefield that night.  I did not sleep.  I watched your small body as you rested.  You looked gorgeous... then... your body rolled into mine so absentmindedly.  You curled up to me in a dreamy state.  You were not even aware of what you had done.  Our bodies crave to be together so much that they do it all on their own.”  He went silent.  

His words were music to your ears.  You could not believe what he was saying.  Between your legs was growing wet with his words.  You wanted him more than ever now.  

You stared up at him.  His eyes sparkled at you.  “Every second we are together that I cannot touch you is torture, Y/N.  I long to be near you every second of the day,” his voice was deep and full of longing.  He bit his lip, “I have been having very lustful thoughts about you, young one.  I know that is inappropriate of me, but I cannot stop my mind from lingering on you.”  He paused.  Silence filled the room.  “Have you been having lustful thoughts, Padawan?”  He knew what that word did to you.  He knew where your mind had been.  You nodded up at him.  He smirked, taking your chin between his fingers, “Dirty little thing, aren’t you?”  You felt your cheeks flood with anticipation.  

Was this really happening?  You had to be asleep.  This has to be a dream.

“This is all real, young one,” he pulled you closer to him.  Your thoughts were so loud he could hear them.  You were not letting him fully see inside your head, but you were thinking so loud he could hear you anyway.  Your lips were close again.  You wanted to kiss him.  You wanted him to pull you on top of him and kiss you like nothing else mattered.  

His hand ventured down your back.  Shivers speckled over your skin.  A smile painted his face.  The hand stopped on your lower back where it had been before.  He pulled you closer to him.  He shifted his body so your fronts were pressed together.  Warmth engulfed you.  The heat radiating from him was enough to make you sweat.  “Padawan,” chills ran down your spine, “Do you wish for me to kiss you?”  

You thought for a moment.  You wanted that more than anything.  You wanted him to kiss you all over.  You wanted him-

Obi-Wan’s lips pressed into yours soft.  You placed a hand on the side of his face, cupping his cheek.  He was being tender.  You pressed into him a bit harder.  You stuck your tongue into his mouth.  A groan left his throat.  He hummed in appreciation for the taste of your saliva in his mouth.  His tongue met yours, snaking its way into your mouth.  Your hand ventured into his hair, tugging at it.  He growled at your motions.  His hand gripped at your waist.  His fingers dug into you.  His bottom half pressed into yours firmly.  You felt something stiff poke at you through the thin fabric around his waist.  

You broke the kiss as a sudden wave of hesitation washed over you.  Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow at you.  You rubbed your face, “Obi...  I... I thought you said... we couldn’t...”  He could sense your hesitation.  His hand took the yours away from your face, holding it softly.  A hand caressed your cheek now.  It was not physical.  It was the force.  “If you do not want to do this, we won’t, young one,” he smiled a reassuring look.  You lingered in his eyes for a moment, “I want this... more than anything...  I just don’t want you... you to...  I’m not worth breaking the code, Obi.”  His hand replaced the figment now, “I’d break every code if it meant I got to be with you.  I would do anything for you, Padawan.”    

You knew that wasn’t true.  Jedi Code took priority in him.  Protecting the galaxy triumphed all.  

But.

The fact that he would say that.  It meant you were a priority to him.  Maybe he did want this.  Maybe he did want you. 

Obi-Wan kissed you again.  “I promise you, if I did not want this... I would not allow us to even tease like this.  You mean everything to me, young one.  You are one of my biggest priorities,” he was inside your head again.  You giggled softly, placing a hand over his mouth, “Get out of my head, master.”  He kissed your palm.  You felt him smile against your touch, “I liked what I was seeing earlier.  You need to work on hiding your thoughts if you do not want me to peak in there.”  Your cheeks flushed again.  “I always like the scenarios you play out in your mind, young one,” he mumbled into your hand.  

Oh Maker.  How many other times had he heard what you were thinking?  How many times did he hear you aching over him in public?  He had certainly heard all the fantasies of him taking you in public places.  How you wished he would take you into an ally and pin you against the wall and have his way with you.  Thoughts of him sticking his hand under your dress when you would be out for a fancy dinner.  He would feel how wet your were for him and slip a finger in effortlessly.  You would have to bite your lip to keep yourself from screaming for him.  All the times you had wished you had walked in on him in the shower.  You often put yourself to sleep with fantasies of him ramming you into the sheets.  The thoughts of him calling you his padawan over and over again.  

Obi-Wan bit his lip.  “Yes, I’ve heard them all,” he licked his lips, “You’ve slowly gotten more creative, Padawan.  Your modern fantasies are far superior to when you had begun dreaming about me.”  You bit your lip as your cheeks glowed with your embarrassment.  “Do you have any idea how difficult it is to pay attention during meetings when I can hear you moaning my name in your mind?  It’s difficult to fight when something starts to rise in your robes, you know,” he lightly thrusted his pelvis against you.  You groaned.  His name was a sigh on your lips.  He smiled widely.  His hand met your hair again, “You look gorgeous in the moonlight, Padawan.”  “Thank you,” fell softly from your lips.  

A sudden grip was placed on your thigh.  Then another.  It was all over your body.  Your eyes widened at Obi-Wan.  His real hands were on the sides of your face.  The ghost hands ventured over each inch of your body.  Chills speckled down your spine.  “M-Master... wh-what are you-” “Do you like when I touch you, Padawan?”  You nodded your head.  “I would like to touch you somewhere else, if you’d allow it?”  Heavy lidded eyes stared into yours with lust.  

A lump formed in your throat.  You could not believe what he was saying.  “Of course, Master Kenobi,” you whimpered under your breath.  Obi-Wan pressed his lips to your neck.  You groaned as his lips pecked at your soft skin.  His hands ventured down to your breasts.  He kneading them through the thin fabric that clothed you.  He pinched at the gown, “You’ll remove this for me, won’t you?”  Instinctively, you removed the gown.  It fell to the floor beside the bed.  You wore absolutely nothing underneath.  Obi-Wan smiled widely at the sight of you nude.  “Did my padawan plan on something tonight?  No under garments?”  He climbed on top of you.  You smiled with innocence.  Heat radiated from your cheeks as you stared up at your master.  He leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your lips.  The kiss began making a trail down your body.  You shivered as his beard tickled your skin.  The perked nipples on your chest caught his attention.  He smiled against the soft, sensitive skin of your breast.  He pulled one of them between his teeth.  You called out to him, nails digging into the soft sheets of the bed.  He rolled your nipple around, his hand pinching at the other one to give it just as much stimulation.  You arched your back, forcing your chest further into his mouth.  A chuckle left him, “Know your place, padawan.”  

A moan left your lips.  Obi-Wan smiled against your soft skin.  You felt yourself leaking down your legs.  You wrapped your legs around his lower half.  You rubbed yourself against him.  Looking for any friction you could get.  He removed his mouth, looking up at you with wide eyes.  He leaned into you, his lips close to yours, “Am I going to have to teach you your place, young one?”  You bit your lip.  You ran your hands up his chest, pulling a soft groan from him.  His lips met yours quickly.  He began back down your body, kissing you softly along the way.

Chill bumps painted your skin when Obi-Wan got completely off the bed.  Taking your ankles, he pulled you to the edge.  You squeaked at how strong he was.  He placed your legs over each of his shoulders.  Kissing the inside of your thigh, he looked up at you.  You felt your cheeks burning with anticipation.  A lump was forming in your throat, “M-Master...”  “Tell me, padawan, do you want my mouth?”  You moaned his name.  A finger ran up your wet opening.  You threw your head back into the bed.  You could not put any words together.  “Use your words, young one,” he growled at your opening.  You were breathing heavy.  His breath was so warm on your opening.  No words were coming out.  You could not even think straight.  He kissed your opening, “I will tease you all night if you don’t speak.”  You breathed out heavy.  You closed your eyes and swallowed, “M-Master...”  

“Padawan?”  

“P-Please,” was all you could squeeze out.  That was enough for Obi-Wan.  He latched onto your sensitive clit and sucked on it.  You called out to your master.  Two thick fingers were placed inside you.  He arched them, pumping them deep inside you.  You grabbed onto Obi-Wan’s hair, tugging in your euphoria.  You arched your waist.  Suddenly, you were forced backwards.  Your hands were forced above your head.  A strong grip was placed on your waist to keep you still.  You attempted to look up at Obi-Wan, but another hand was placed firmly on your throat.  You moaned out, “Master.”   His real hands were working magic on your lower half.  One was knuckle deep inside your pussy, the other gripped your thigh.  “My padawan just needs to let her master take care of her,” he growled into your cunt.  You were shocked at how many times he had used the force for such sinful things tonight.  

His fingers were removed, pulling a whine from you.  His tongue replaced them.  He lapped at your opening, humming in appreciation for you.  You felt a knot building up in your stomach.  His beard brushed against your sensitivity adding to your euphoria.  His thumb rubbed tight circles on your nub.  You screamed Obi-Wan’s name.  His head rose from your opening, shoving three thick fingers deep inside you.  “That’s it, padawan.  Be a good girl and cum for your master,” his tone was low.  His beard was wet with your juices.  He looked shockingly gorgeous.  His fingers moved inside you quick, hitting all the right spots inside you.  Fingers arched inside you once again, sending you over the edge.  You threw your head back.  Obi-Wan knelt down to lap up all your juices.  His tongue rode the waves of your orgasm.  He pulled away climbing on top of you, “Such a good padawan, so obedient for me.”  

Obi-Wan’s lips crashed into yours.  The taste of you was strong on him.  You ran your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to your lips.  “You taste just as good as you look, padawan,” he complimented you.  You leaned up to press your lips to his neck.  You took his skin into your mouth.  Obi-Wan moaned louder than he had all night, “Oh, Y/N, you have no idea what you do to me.”  You blushed at the sentence that entered your mind.  

“Then why don’t you show me, master?”  

Obi-Wan smiled a toothy grin down on you.  “You want to see my cock, young one?”  Air hitched in your throat.  Your mouth hung open at him.  Your eyes wondered down his body.  Heat flooded down your cheeks at the sight.  His cock was pressed firmly against the thin fabric against his waist.  The bulge made you long for him more than before.  He leaned his hips down, pressing the bulge against your opening.  It felt like heaven.  He was huge and hard.  You groaned.  He moved his hips, running his clothed cock over your wet opening.  Your eyes widened up at Obi-Wan.  He looked hungry.  His eyes were almost black with lust.  “You have to tell me what you want, padawan,” he teased you.  You reached for the cloth around his waist, but he grabbed your hand.  He kissed it tenderly, “So eager...  You must say it.”  

A thought crossed your mind.  He had been using it all night, maybe it was your turn.  

You attempted to use the force to pull his underwear off him.  You saw his eyes widen.  He stopped you.  He was much wiser and stronger than you in the force, there was no question about that.  His mouth curled into a grin as he pressed down on you with the force.  You moaned at the sensation he was putting onto you.  “Say... It...” he demanded an answer from you.  He was sterner than ever before.  His teeth were gritted together.  You could tell how frustrated you were making him.  He never acted this way, especially to you.  You were silent underneath him.  In a sudden motion both your hands were above your head, he placed a firm hand on your throat.  His grip was tight.  The corner of his mouth twitched.  “NOW,” he was stern.  He grinded into you now.  

“M-Master,” you fumbled out.  He gritted his teeth as he stared down on you, breathing heavy.  He stilled waiting for your response.  “I... I want....” you struggled to get the sentence out.  

“Yes, padawan? Spit it out!”

“Obi...”, he loved his name on your lips, “M-Master...”, but that was better, “I want you to fuck me.”   Your words were filthy and quiet.  Obi-Wan licked his lips as he leaned down to your mouth, “Say it again.”  Pink danced over your cheeks brightly at his words.  “Fuck me, Master Kenobi,” you moaned out.  He ran his knuckles over your cheek, “Good little girl.”  

Obi-Wan swiftly pulled his thin underwear from him, throwing them onto the floor.  His cock sprung up and hit him in the stomach.  Your eyes widened at the sight of him.  You could not believe what you were seeing.  It still felt like a dream.  He pulled the thin shirt from his chest in one quick motion.  He was gorgeous.  His chest had a small patch of hair on it.  You examined his body.  Your eyes could not help but linger on his hard member.  His chest rose and fell hard with each deep breath he took.  Tiny beams of sweat decorated his body.  

Obi-Wan leaned back down, kissing you softly.  You ran your hands up his bare chest pulling a moan from him.  His lips met at your ear, “Does my padawan think she can take my big cock?”  His tone was low and gravely.  You turned your head to meet his gaze.  You nodded.  He rose above you, his tip was at your opening.  You let out quick breaths.  You wanted him inside you now more than ever.  He took his cock in hand, rubbing your slick opening with it, “Who do you belong to?”  

“Y-You,” you breathed out.

Obi-Wan licked his teeth.  “What’s my real name, padawan?”

“M-Master, I belong to you, Master,” you moaned his title.  

That was music to his ears.  He positioned himself at your opening.  “Are you ready, padawan?”  You nodded quickly.  He slid inside you slowly.  You called out to him loudly, “MASTER KENOBI!”  He groaned with his mouth wide open, “That’s right, padawan.  Oh, Maker.”  He pushed until he bottomed out.  Your breathing was heavy under him.  You closed your eyes and squeaked when he pulled completely out of you.  He rammed himself inside you once more with more force than before.  His hips found their rhythm inside you.  He leaned down and kissed you softly, “You look so beautiful wrapped around my cock, padawan.”  You pressed into his lips, deepening the kiss.  His hands ran up your arms, intertwining fingers with yours above your head.  Hands pinned yours against the bed, even when he was fucking you he was tender towards you.  You leaned your head back giving him access to your neck.  He smiled and placed his lips to it.  He bit and sucked hard.  Dark purple marks appeared where his mouth had been.  His tongue danced across his teeth while he stared down on you.  Obi-Wan began to move his hips faster.  You felt a knot building up in your stomach.  You pulled him down to you.  Your chests pressed together firmly, legs finding their way around his waist.  The two of you were both breathing heavy, sharing the same hot air.  His fingers found your clit and he began making tight circles on it.  “O-Obi,” you moaned.  He shook his head, “You know that’s not my name.”  You could not help but smile, “Master...”  His hair was falling down in strands with each motion he made.  

You were exactly where you had dreamed about being for weeks.  It still did not feel real.  It was too real to be a dream, however.  He never felt this good in your mind.  You hoped this would not be a one time thing.  You hoped he would want you for the rest of time.  You hoped he would fuck your brains out almost every night from now on.

Obi-Wan chuckled into you ear, “Your thoughts are loud.”  You blushed.  Suddenly, images entered your mind that were not your own.  You saw an image of Obi-Wan taking you in the hallway before a meeting.  He had you pinned against a wall.  You saw yourself on your knees sucking Obi-Wan off under a table while he talked out business with colleagues.  You would do something off rhythm causing him to exhale loudly.  He would walk up behind you while you were training and wrap his arms around you.  Pressing his semi-hard into your lower back to tell you he wanted you.  He would pull you off somewhere and have his way with you.  You would be held up by the force while he ate you out on his knees.  Images of him taking you from behind while you were on all fours played out.  

You breathed out deep breaths.  You widened your eyes at your master.  The dirty thoughts in his mind were completely filthy.  “You aren’t the only one with fantasies, padawan,” Obi-Wan smiled.  He continued to pound into you.  “I will fuck you til the end of my days if you’ll allow it, padawan.  You are MY padawan.  You’ll always be MINE,” his words were erratic.  He cupped your face in his large hands, pressing his lips to yours sloppily.  Your lip quivered when he pulled away.  He looked so sexy.  “Master,” you moaned as you felt your legs turning to jelly, “I... I am so close.”  He kissed your cheek, “Good girl.  Finish whenever you like, padawan.”  He sped up inside you.  You felt the knot in your stomach rip.  Your orgasm flooded over your body.  Your walls constricted around Obi-Wan’s long member.  His mouth hung open, “Mine.  All mine.  My little padawan.  Oh, sweet Maker.  Yes, fuck, yes.”  Warm filled up inside you as his seed shot up into you.  He continued his motions inside you until both of your orgasms subsided.  You both were breathless.  

Obi-Wan pulled out of you, rolling to be laying beside you.  He pulled your weak body onto his, stroking you softly.  “Young one, I can’t wait to train you further,” his breath was heavy.  You giggled, nuzzling your face into his bare chest.  You flattened your hand against his chest close to your face.  Your fingers ran through his chest hair delicately.  

You looked up at your master and saw the skin on his neck was a light purple.  You blushed with embarrassment, “How are you going to explain that?”  You poked the bruise and he laughed, “Better question, how are you going to explain that giant bite mark?  Hickeys can be written off, but you can tell there were teeth there, padawan.”  You rubbed your face, “We’re totally busted.”  Obi-Wan grabbed you and pulled you on top of him completely.  He held the back of your neck, pulling you close to him, “I don’t care who knows.  You are everything to me, padawan.”  Your cheeks were glowing.  You felt like nothing else mattered with his words.  Everything that was important was here.  You leaned down to kiss Obi-Wan before rolling over to be on the bed.  You cuddled up close to his side, “Master, you are exquisite.”  He smiled at you, “You are the most beautiful woman in the galaxy, padawan.  My padawan.  How lucky am I to get to be with you?”  

You felt yourself growing tired.  You felt safe and comfortable in your master’s arms.  Obi-Wan kissed your forehead, “You may rest, young one.”  Your eyes were heavy.  You yawned, “I just want to stay awake with... you.”  He smiled widely, “If you stay awake I may have to fuck your brains out again.”  You blushed, “Is that a threat or a promise?”  Obi-Wan laughed, “Are you wanting to find out?”

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Eddie Brock|Venom NSFW Alphabet 

A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Eddie is very very caring after sex.  He knows Venom can be rough so he wants to make sure you are okay.  He LOVES to cuddle after sex.  Very touchy.  A lot of forehead kisses.  

B - Body Part (Their favorite body part of their partners)

Eddie loves your hands.  He loves intertwining fingers with you.  Venom, on the other hand, loves your neck.  He loves to wrap his hand firmly around it.  

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Venom loves finishing inside you.  Eddie would never admit it, but he does too.  

D - Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Secretly, Eddie has a HUGE daddy kink.  He never told you, but one time you let that name fall from your lips and it drove him mad.  He adores being called that.  

E - Experience (How experienced are they?)

Eddie may have a tough guy exterior, but he actually does not have that much experience.   He always tends to wait until he has rather strong feelings for the person he is with before deciding to sleep with them.  Obviously, Venom is only as experienced as his host. 

F - Favorite Position

Any position where they get to be the dominant one.  They adore being on top for real.  

G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

Eddie and Venom are both very serious in the moment.  They love having sex and consider it to be very intimate.  They do everything to make sure it’s perfect for you.  

H - Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Well, Venom does not really have hair.  That one is self explanatory.  Eddie keeps himself groomed, but there is hair always.  

I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Eddie is one of the most caring people on the planet.  He loves to make sure you know how much he loves you.  

J - Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Venom has a very high sex drive, so sometimes he ends up getting Eddie worked up.  Eddie often has to take care of it as not to bother you.  It often happens at the worse times, so Eddie does not like bothering you with it.

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Eddie has a secret daddy kink.  Venom himself has a breeding kink.  He gets off on the idea of his seed impregnating you.  He longs to reproduce with you.   

L - Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Eddie loves to do it in the bedroom.  Call it old fashioned, but he loves taking you into the bedroom after a night out and ripping your clothes off you.  

M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Eddie loves to be seduced by you.  When you graze your fingers up his arm or chest it gets him going.  He also loves when you kiss his neck.  

N - NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Neither of them want to share you ever.  They both are super overprotective and only want you to be their’s.  

O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Eddie and Venom both LOVE to eat you out.  They love being in control and watching you squirm under them.  

P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Both Eddie and Venom tend to be rough during sex.  Eddie is more on the sensual side, usually taking things slowly before getting rough.  But Venom loves to get rough real quick.  He slams into you as hard as he can and moves quickly inside you.  

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Venom would have sex with you anytime anywhere.  Eddie, however, prefers to take you home first.  So when Venom gets him worked up in public, Eddie usually rushes you home.  Whispering in your ear, “He’s decided it’s time.  We gotta go.”  It sends chills down your spine.  

R - Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Eddie is usually down for anything.  There are a few things Eddie won’t do.  But most of the time, Eddie loves to try anything you want.  He always has to be careful thought because Venom can get out of hand.  

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

Eddie can go a few rounds, but does not want to overwork his partner.  Venom can go all night if he is feeling it.  He goes until he decides he is done.  After a night with Venom, you are usually so tired and worn out you are seeing stars.  

T  - Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

No.

U - Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Eddie adores teasing you in public.  Like if you are out at dinner, he loves inching his hand up your thigh.  He gets achingly close to your opening and just sits there.  Or he will lean into your ear and whisper something rather nasty.  “I’m gonna rip that little dress off you when we get home,” or “You have no idea what’s in store for you when we leave here.”  He loves driving you crazy.  

V - Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

They both are not very loud.  Grunting and whispering your name or curses is about the loudest they get.  

W - Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Venom loves to wrap his long tongue around your neck.  He loves choking you with it.  The taste of your skin drives him crazy.  

X - X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Venom can be any size he wants.  Eddie is packing himself.  

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Very.  Eddie wants to do it multiple nights a week.  Venom, however, would do you multiple times a day if you would let him.  This sometimes leads to Eddie having to take care of things himself.

Z - ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Eddie loves to cuddle afterward.  He will stay awake until you fall asleep.  He wants to make sure you are comfortable and cared for.  

~~~

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My FULL Masterlist

(I write for many different fandoms and I have a masterlist for *some of* my Venom fics.  I know some people have asked me for one before, so I’ll make one now.  :) )

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Venom|Eddie Brock

~SFW Fics~

The Monster [Part 1]

Friendzone Bullshit

Remember Me [Part 1] / Remember Me [Part 2] / Remember Me [Part 3] / Remember Me [Part 4] / Remember Me [Part 6]

Bunking Buddies [Part 1] / Bunking Buddies [Part 2] / Bunking Buddies [Part 3] / Bunking Buddies [Part 4]

Lucid Dreams

Stolen Dance

Open

Alluring

Arachnophobia

Selfish

Discontented 

Ringing

~NSFW Fics~

Home for the Night

Exploration

Knight in Black Armor 

Remember Me [Part 5]

Fuck Me Up

The V Card

NSFW Alphabet

~Headcannons/One-Shots~

There’s Another

Venom Sees a Rainbow for the First Time

Venom|Eddie Save the Reader from an Attempted Suicide

Venom|Eddie React to Reader Being Catcalled

Venom|Eddie with a Reader who Always Steals the Covers

Grocery Shopping with Venom|Eddie

Venom Eating the Reader Out

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Arthur Fleck|Joker

~SFW Fics~

Affection

Bothered

~NSFW Fics~

Date Night

Self Care

Captivated

Dreams

~Headcannons~

Jealousy

Joker!Sex

Partner!Joker|Arthur

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Quentin Beck|Mysterio

~SFW Fics~

Deception [Part 1] ORIGINAL

~NSFW Fics~

Deception [NEW Part 1] / Deception [Part 2] /

Same Thing

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Roman Sionis

~SFW Fics~

Infatuation [Part 1]

Commitment 

Champion

Muse

~NSFW Fics~

Just Business

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Obi-Wan Kenobi 

~SFW Fics~

Dark Thoughts

Heaven Help the Fool Who Falls in Love

~NSFW Fics~

Docile

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Maxwell Lord

~SFW Fics~

The One That Got Away

~NSFW Fics~

Sleepless

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Mark Hoffman

~NSFW Fics~

Darkness

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Adam Warlock

~NSFW Fics~

Alone Time

Only Yours

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Miguel O’Hara|Spider-Man 2099

~NSFW Fics~

Irresistible

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Loki Laufeyson

~NSFW Fics~

Party Fowl

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Moonknight|Steven Grant|Marc Spector

~NSFW Fics~

Taxi

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Shōto Aizawa|Eraserhead

~SFW Fics~

Vigilante!Reader

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The Grabber

~SFW Fics~

Holding Your Hand

~NSFW Fics~

Silent Treatment

~

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Vemon eating out reader plzz

(sorry it’s short)

~~~

He was between your legs.  He had ripped your clothes off you.  You were completely nude on your back. 

He growled between your legs, “All mine tonight, princess.”  You blushed as his hot breath contacted your skin.  

His tongue entered you and his name fell loudly from your lips.  His thick tongue pumped in and out of you.  The knot in your stomach was already tightening.  

He had a firm grip on your thighs.  You squirmed under him, he held you still as his tongue worked magic.  

You reached for him.  He stretched himself out, taking both your wrists in it.  He laid you back with your hands pinned against your head.  You groaned, “Venom.”  He smiled against your skin.

His tongue picked up pace.  You felt your walls convulse around his tongue as your orgasm ripped through you.  You screamed out to him.  He lapped at your opening.  He crawled next to you, holding you close to him.  

~~~

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Muse

Roman Sionis x Artist!Reader

requested by anon:  can you do a fic where roman falls in love with an artist in a meet cute way please 🥺

a/n:  This is a really cute request, I am excited.  It is so SWEET I got a cavity.  sorry if this seems lazy, it was just cute and I wanted to write it cute.  

~~~

You had met him at a gallery exhibit you were hosting.  He had asked the owner whose work was on display; he wanted to meet whoever it was.  

“Y/N, someone is very interested in your work,” the owner walked up with a man beside her.  

He was very dressed up.  He wore a rather fancy suit with sunglasses decorating his eyes.  Your first thought upon seeing him was how handsome he was.  He was older than you, but that did not change the thoughts that danced in your mind of his handsomeness.  You did not realize who he was at first.  

He extended his hand to you, “Roman Sionis.  Your work is fabulous.”  His name hit you like a bus.  One of the richest men in Gotham was charmed by your work.  You blushed slightly.  You shook his hand and introduced yourself.  The shake lingered as you both smiled widely at one another.  “I will allow you two to speak alone,” the owner excused herself.  

“So, Mr. Sionis, what brought you out today,” you could not help but smile at the man before you.  “Well, a friend of mine had said they heard about the exhibit.  I’m in the market for a new piece and I was hoping your skills could provide.  You are very talented, Miss L/N,” he winked at you.  You felt embarrassment surge through you.  You had not felt this way around someone since you were in high school and your crush would talk to you.  “Thank you,” you nibbled at the side of your mouth.  He smirked at you.  Your giddiness was showing, but you did not mind.  “What kind of piece were you looking into getting?”  “We can discuss that over dinner, if you’d be so kind as to join me?”  Roman smiled at you.  Your eyes widened.  

“When and where, Mr. Sionis?”  

Roman licked his teeth, “Tonight as soon as this closes.  I’ll pick you up outside.”  “I don’t have anything to wear,” you opposed.  Not that you weren’t dressed nice, but it was not something you’d wear to a date.  You’d rather look a little more alluring for a date with someone as handsome and prestigious as Roman.  He pulled a card from his coat pocket, “Text me your favorite color and size and I’ll have something here for you.”  You blushed at his forwardness.  You took the card and smiled, “You don’t have to do that.”  Roman shrugged, “Consider it a reward for your hard work.  Your passion truly shows.  I will see you in a few hours, Y/N.”  

Roman exited the building.  You felt butterflies in your stomach.  You were excited for your date.

~

The night was coming to a close.  The owner had told you someone dropped something off for you.  You thanked her as she handed you a dress on a hanger.  

You practically gasped at how beautiful the dress was.  It was your favorite color and, God, was it gorgeous.  You went into the back and changed.  It fit perfect.  You admired yourself in the mirror.  You walked out and the owner smiled at you, “Who’s the lucky guy?”  You blushed, “Believe it or not, Roman Sionis.”  Her eyes widened at you, “Seriously?  Like the Roman Sionis who was here earlier?!”  You nodded with a quiet laugh.  She smiled widely, “Well, holy shit, Y/N!  Good for you!”  She was congratulating you.  “He said he would be here as soon as we closed, so I should probably go,” you smiled.  The owner waved you off, “Have fun!”  

You stepped outside and saw a older black car waiting.  Roman got out of the back with a smile on his face, “Hello there.  You look stunning.”  You walked over to him, “Thank you.  You really did not have to get me this.”  He was holding the door for you, “Don’t worry about it.  I love spoiling people.”  You got in the back seat, scooting to the other side so he could get back in.  He got in after you, smiling over at you as he closed the door.  

The ride over was mostly silent.  Roman and his driver talked mostly.  You did not know what to say.  He would ask you a few questions and you’d answer.  The car came to a stop in front of one of the nicest restaurants in Gotham.  You had only ever dreamed of eating somewhere that nice.  Roman got out, walking over to your side of the car and opening the door.  You thanked him as you got out.  He smiled while guiding you to the door.  He had made reservations for the two of you.  

You walked inside.  The building was gorgeous.  It sparkled from the ceiling to the floor.  You felt special even stepping inside.  The waiter walked the two of you over to a table in a room all by yourselves.  Roman pulled your chair out for you.  You thanked him as you sat.  He pushed the chair in, walking over and sitting across from you.  You both ordered drinks and the waiter stepped away.  Roman smiled at you from across the small table.  

“So, Y/N, how has your day been,” Roman began.  You nodded, “Um, good.  The gallery wasn’t that busy, but I’m just thankful to be there.”  You could not help but stare at how handsome he looked.  Not only did he have looks, he was also a gentleman.  

Time passed.  The two of you kept conversation going.  You both ordered food.  Roman told you what he was wanting done in his penthouse.  You told him it would take time, but you would happily do it.  He wanted a mural on one of the walls.  He told you he would give you a reference photo Monday.  The conversation drifted from the painting.  It was now on you.  He wanted to know everything about you.  He wanted to know your goals and expectations in life.  You never were one to talk about yourself, but Roman made you feel like the most interesting person in the world.  

You both finished your food.  Roman paid for the meal.  You walked outside together.  The car was waiting on the two of you.  “I’ll take you home,” Roman insisted.  You nodded, “Okay.”  You did not want this night to end.  It had been magical.  He opened the door for you again.  You got in and Roman joined you.  You had a smile painted on your face brightly.  

The ride back to your place was more lively than the ride to the restaurant.  You and Roman joked and talked the entire way.  He was so charming.  Roman stepped out of the car and walked you to the steps of your apartment building.  “I’ll see you Monday.  If you ever need a ride, please don’t hesitate to text or call,” he smiled.  “Thank you for this, Roman.  It means a lot to me,” you blushed.  “I had a wonderful time,” Roman smiled.  “Well, I’m gonna go.  Thanks again,” you smiled back at him.  “I can’t wait,” Roman excused himself back to his car.  

~

You had been spending a lot of time with Roman.  You had been at his club every day for the past couple of weeks.  You would show up at the same time every day and he would escort you up to his penthouse.  He offered you a meal every day, but you always ate before.  

He had a spot distinguished for you on the wall to paint.  He had gotten you the nicest supplies to paint with, things you could only afford in your wildest dreams.  He had given you a reference photo to paint by; it was a beautiful sunset over top open water.  You were surprised he was not wanting a portrait of himself.  

He always sat close to you.  He would pull a chair all the way across the room and sit beside you.  He watched you closely.  He admired every movement you made.  The way your hands move effortlessly with the brush in your hand.  He would obviously flirt with you.  Calling you “beautiful” or “doll” a lot.  “You’re magnificent,” he would speak muffled into the back of his hand.  He never failed to put a smile on your face.  

At the time for you to leave each day, Roman would invite you to dinner.  “Won’t you?  It’s on me, promise.  We will go anywhere you want,” Roman would hold your hand loosely in his.  You would sway his arm slightly, smiling a bit embarrassed.  “Sure, Romy.”  That was something you had started calling him.  It was more so a pet name, but you considered it to be a nickname.  How could you deny his offer?  He was being so generous and you adored all the time you spent with him.  

He had become more touchy with you.  Sometimes he would hold your hand at dinner or in the back of his car.  He rarely would place a very small peck onto your cheek, a compliment would follow.  

Once the time came that you were finished you felt a little disappointed.  You did not want your time with Roman to end.  You had taken your sweet time in attempt to prolong your days with him.  You stepped back from the wall.  You admired your work, but could not stop the lump in your stomach.  This was the end.  The end of weeks of cherished time.  Roman walked from the other side of the room.  He wrapped his arms around you from behind.  His chin fell softly onto your shoulder.  “Is it finished?” he whispered.  You nodded.  A quiet “mhmp” fell from your lips.  You bit your lip.  “It’s astonishing,” he placed a prolonged kiss on your cheek.  You smiled, your head falling slightly.  He noticed how your body language was changing.  He took one of your hands in his, “Something wrong, baby?”  You shook your head, “No.  These past weeks have been amazing, Romy... it’s just...”  He stepped to be in front of you, “What is it?”  You looked at him.  You thought about the time you had spent together.  It was the best time of your life.  You smiled at him, “I just can’t believe it’s over.”  His eyebrows furrowed in concern, “You think we’re done spending time together?”

You raised an eyebrow, “We aren’t?”  You had thought that maybe Roman only wanted you around for the painting.  He had other things to do beside have a relationship with some random person.  He was a busy man.  And besides, why would he be with someone who could not help him extend his empire?  You had no estate to give him.  You were an artist, not a upper class woman.  

Roman chuckled slightly, “No, we aren’t.  Do you think I’ve spent this much time with you just to let you leave?  I have fallen for you, Y/N.”  Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment.  How could you have been so stupid?  He cared about you.  “Is that your way of saying you wanna keep me around,” you teased.  He took your hand in his, “It’s my way of saying I love you.”  Your cheeks flooded.  

Love?  He loves you?  

“You what?” you blushed.  “I love you, Y/N,” Roman smiled.  You smiled softly, “I love you, too, Roman.”  Roman pulled you into a hug.  You giggled into his shoulder.  He placed a kiss on your cheek.  You looked at him, placing a soft kiss on his lips.  His eyes widened at you, “Well, that’s new.”  You laughed.  

“We should go to dinner to celebrate,” Roman spun you around, pulling you back into his grip, “What do you say, beautiful?”  You kissed Roman again, “Of course.  You pick this time though.”  Roman smiled widely, “Anything for you.”  

~~~

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Resurface

Jake Gyllenhaal x Reader ANGST

Prompt:  You and Jake Gyllenhaal are ex-lovers.  You have been separated for a few months when you are cast in a movie together as romantic partners.  Tension is obvious and it is difficult to put your relationship aside.

~This is a work of fiction and I do not claim to know him or his life.  This is completely for entertainment purposes~

warning: hefty make out session, obvious sexual tension, fighting, crying (duh)

~~~

You stared in the mirror in your trailer.  You looked soullessly into your own eyes.  Your head was pounding.  This whole experience had been difficult.  You knew it would be.  You hoped it would help you become a better actor.  All it did was bring up something you wanted to move on from.  You just wanted your relationship to be in the past.  

The scene you shot today was one of the most difficult ones yet.  It was intimate.  You had to be close and personal.  It brought you back to a place you wanted to get rid of.  

He had to hold you tightly.  His hands were placed firmly on your lower back.  The room was lit an almost red.  It was dark.  Jake’s eyes were shining through the darkness at you.  You were close enough to feel the heat off his breath.  “I just need you to know how I feel,” he spoke in character.  “And how’s that,” you questioned breathlessly.  His lips were almost touching yours, “I love you.”  It seemed as if he meant that past the characters you were playing.  The way he looked at you reminded you of before.  He kissed you.  Kissed you like he always had.  It was no longer his character.  It was him.  His tongue slightly ventured into your mouth in a way that could not be seen on camera.  You had to return his passion to make the shot look good.  You wrapped your arms around his neck.  His hands ran up your sides, stopping on your cheeks.  The kiss became deeper.  He led you back, pinning you to the wall.  His body was pressed against yours.  You swore you could feel something bulging between his legs.  The two of you made noises back and forth; nothing too real, mostly heavy breathing.  He moved his lips to your neck.  He kissed you there unscripted.  You ran your fingers through his hair.  He pulled away, staring into your soul now.  You were breathing together.  His eyes were shining.  You could tell he wanted you now, but you questioned if it was his character or not.  

The whole day reminded you of how your relationship used to be.  You had broken up over nothing.  A minor dispute turned into a huge argument because he caught you on a bad day.  You hated that your relationship ended over a petty fight.  You wanted to work things out back then, but the two of you never contacted each other.  

There was a knock on your trailer door.  It caught you off guard.  You rose and walked over.  You opened it.  It was Jake.  “Hey,” his tone was quiet and deep.  You were surprised.  “Hi,” you returned.  He rubbed his hand on his neck, “Can I come in?”  You nodded, moving aside and letting him enter.  You kept your back to him as you walked back to the place you were sitting before.  He leaned his back against the door.  It was obvious he was keeping his distance.  The two of you sat in silence.  You stared at the floor, not wanting to look at him.  

“I missed you,” he broke the silence.  Your eyes shot up to him.  You kept quiet.  He was not looking at you.  He stared directly in front of him almost as if he was talking to the wall.  You kept your eyes on him.  “I’m sorry if I took things too far earlier,” he was monotonous.  You rolled your eyes, scoffing at him.  He finally looked at you, “What’s that about?”  You looked at him, your brows slightly raised, “Nothing.”  He blew his breath out, “Just like you to not want to talk about your problems.”  He was clearly getting frustrated.  “What was that,” you questioned, a sterner tone now.  “Nothing,” he mimicked you.  

You rose from the where you sat and walked closer to him, “No, you want to do this?  Then we will.”  He looked at you harder now, “Fine!  We broke up over nothing and the two of us weren’t grown enough to try and talk it out!  You’re too stubborn to talk about your problems with anyone.  Even when I begged you to talk to me, you were too selfish to do that!”  “So what?  You get to show up after months and touch all over me?  What the hell was that earlier?!”  You were growing anxious.  “I told you I was sorry,” he blew out his breath with his words.  “Oh yeah because that fixes what happened earlier,” you rolled your eyes.  “We are actors.  We had to do that for a scene,” he was defensive.  “Yeah, but you didn’t have to get turned on for the scene, did you?”  His eyes widened at you, “I don’t even know what the hell you’re talking about.”  You smirked at him, “Oh really?”  It got quiet between the two of your for a moment.  You scrunched up your nose, “You didn’t even try talking to me after the fight!  You stayed in that apartment, making sure to block yourself off from any real human emotion!”  He shook his head, “No, no, no.  You don’t get to throw that in my face.  You sent someone else to get your stuff.  You couldn’t even bare to come and see me face-to-face.  You don’t get to tell me that I was the one blocking out emotion.  What would you have done if I had called or texted?  IGNORED ME.  If I had shown up there, you would have had someone else answer the door or not answer at all.”  

You were stunned.  He was right.  All you could do was stand there with your mouth hung open, no words leaving it.  You lowered your voice, “Why’d you even take this gig?  You knew I was going to be your co-star.  What are you obsessed or something?”  “No,” he was quiet.  “Then what was it?”  You pressed him for an answer.  You stepped closer to him.  He stood silently, his brows furrowed.  He was keeping himself from answering.  “Tell me,” you demanded.  He shook his head slightly.  “Come on, Jake.  TELL ME!”  You were as close to him as you could get without being in his face.  He looked at you, his mouth sealed.  You were upset.  “I don’t have to do this,” you walked over to the counter and grabbed your things.  You headed for the door.  You walked directly passed him.  Your hand touched the knob when he spoke, “IT WAS BECAUSE I LOVE YOU.”  

You stopped turning the knob.  You turned to him.  His eyes were beginning to fill with tears.  “A day hasn’t passed that I haven’t regretted everything that happened.  Fuck.  I knew coming here was going to be one of the only chances I got to see you.  I knew you’d have to be around me and that was all I wanted,” he bit his lip, fighting back his tears.  You walked over to him.  You placed your hand on his cheek, “Jake...”  A tear fell from each eye when you said his name.  You pressed your lips to his.  He kissed you tenderly.  He placed his hands on your sides.  You pulled away from him slowly, “I never stopped loving you.”  He smiled, tears falling heavier from his eyes.  You felt yourself growing tearful.  He pulled you into a tight hug, he rested his face between your shoulder and neck.  A wave of emotion hit you and you began to sob into him.  Your shoulders rose with each breath you took.  You could hear him breathing heavy.  He was crying into you, quietly.  You nudged him to rise, he did.  You looked at him, your eyes stained with relief.  “I am so sorry,” you breathed out.  “It’s okay.  I’m sorry too,” he smiled at you, still not completely done crying.  He kissed you now.  He was passionate once again.  He placed several kisses onto your lips.  

“Come home with me,” he whispered to you.  You nodded.  He smiled widely.  “Maybe we can finish that scene from earlier,” he joked with you.  

~~~

END//Part 1

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Same Thing

Quentin Beck|Mysterio x Spider-Girl!Reader

Prompt:  the reader and Mysterio are enemies.  Mysterio is in love with the reader, but she thinks he is just playing a game with her.  (Spider-Girl is a legal adult and has the last name Parker)

warning: minor smut and smut, nsfw 

word count: 2,655

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You stood in front of him again.  He was stuck to the wall, limbs unable to move.  You had him right where you wanted him.  It was like a game between the two of you.  It was like he longed to be caught.  This was always the same.  You two would fight, he would get caught, you’d stick him to the wall, then you’d taunt each other for hours.  Flirting, sometimes touching each other.  

“Spider-Girl, long time no see,” Mysterio smiled at you.  You rolled your eyes under your mask, “It’s been like a day.”  He could not get his smile off his face, “Feels like years when I am away from you.”  You scoffed at him.  You inched closer to him, “You realize we’re enemies, right?  You’re the bad guy and I’m the good guy?”  He attempted to shrug his shoulders, but he was unable to move, “You say enemies, I say friends.  Possibly even lovers.”  You walked over to the wall he was stuck to and leaned beside him.  His eyes followed everything you did.  He was amazed by you.  He was in love with you.  You smiled at him under your mask, “You don’t even know me.”  

“That’s a lie,” you thought.  He did know you.  He was actually fairly close to you outside of the suit.  He was always at your work.  He would always be in your department with you.

“I would love to know you if you’d let me,” he teased you.  You shook your head at him.  You began to walk away, “Those should wear off in a couple hours, you know the drill.”  You stopped.  You turned to look at Quentin.  He looked amazed by you.  “Don’t do this, Parker.  You can’t fall in love with a villain,” you told yourself.  You knew it was too late.  You knew your feelings for him.  They were becoming increasingly hard to hide.  You walked back to him, raising your mask to your nose.  His eyes widened.  You pressed your lips to his.  His cheeks were pink.  You pulled away from him, “Don’t read too much into that.”  He licked his lips, “I’m totally reading into it.”  

You smirked at him.  Quentin bit his lip, “You’re really just going to play with my feelings and leave?”  You placed a hand on his cheek.  You ran your hand to his chest.  He groaned silently, “You’ve never touched me this much.”  You leaned into his neck, placing your lips to it.  You began to bite and suck at his neck.  He let out a deep breath, “Oh my God.”  You pulled away, leaving a deep purple hickey on his neck.  He looked at you deeply.  He wanted to reach for you, but he was stuck in place.  He hated feeling out of control.  You began to walk away again.  “Wait,” he stopped you, “You’re gonna get me all turned on and just leave?”  You smiled to yourself.  You shot a web at his crotch.  He moaned.  “Just some webs?  Wow,” he rolled his eyes.  The webs you shot at him began to vibrate.  Quentin began silently moaning, “Wh-what did you just put on me?”  You chuckled, “That should get you off just in time for the webs to be gone.”  He gritted his teeth at you, “I’d rather you be over here doing it yourself.”  You waved at him, “Too bad.”  With that you left. 

~~

It was the next day.  You thought about Quentin.  You thought about how you played this game with him constantly and he had no idea who you were.  You thought about the big bruise he left on your face yesterday during your brawl.  You had told your boss that you had ran into your door frame.  It did not make sense, but it kept him from asking too many questions.  

You were working on a serum to help rats regrow limbs.  Nothing had been a success yet, but you had not given up yet.  Your boss, Dr. Connors, entered your area.  “Miss Parker?  You have a guest,” he led Quentin in.  You felt your heart rate speed up.  Quentin smiled at you, “Hey, Y/N.”  His smiled was different than it had been last night.  He was different here.  He did not flirt with you here like he did there.  He was subtle here.  You could not tell which was the real him.  

“Hi, Quin.  How’s it going,” you continued with your work.  “I need some advice,” he leaned his body against your back.  You blushed at him.  “Y/N, you’d consider us friends, right?  And friends can talk to friends about their personal stuff, right,” Quentin asked.  You nodded, “Of course, Quin.”  “So, you’re a girl.  If a guy flirts with you and shows obvious signs that he is into you, then you kiss him, is that a sign you like him?  Because I don’t know how else to take it,” he questioned you.  You felt your heart sink.  He was talking about you.  You stuttered, “Well ev-every girl is different.  If it was me, that would be a definite sign.”  

“What happened to your face, Y/N,” Quentin changed the subject.  “I ran into my door frame last night.  Y’know, I was a little tipsy.  Accidents happen,” you laughed to yourself.  Quentin took your face in his hands, “Hmp.  You must’ve hit it pretty hard.”  You laughed awkwardly, “L-Looks like you had an interesting night.  Is that a hickey on your neck?”  Quentin’s expression suddenly became that of a lovesick man.  “Oh, God.  You have no idea.  Since I can trust you, we can talk about it,” Quentin bit his lip.  You smiled at him.  You enjoyed seeing him happy.  “So, I was out with Spider-Girl last night.  And my God, does that girl get me going.  I think I am in love with her, Y/N.  Like for real.  She just makes me feel things I have never felt for anyone before,” he was serious.  You giggled, “You don’t even know who she is.”  Quentin stared at you deeply, “I know that.”  It was like he was trying to tell you something.  It was almost as if he knew.  But that was ridiculous.  

“So, tell me more about her,” you smiled.  Quentin went on to talk about all his time with Spider-Girl and why he was in love with her.

~~

It was later that night.  You stood in the building where Quentin normally came to fight you.  He was later than normal.  You felt your arm hairs stand up and you began stretching, preparing yourself for your fight with him.  You heard his feet land on the ground lightly.  “Alright, Beck.  Let’s go ahead and get this started,” you turned to see him holding flowers.  Your cheeks flooded with heat.  You stood completely still.  

“I know it’s you,” Quentin spoke softly, “I saw the bruise on your face today.  I saw your lips.  I had been questioning it for months.  I knew I had to leave something on you to confirm my suspicions.”  He seemed disappointed, but relieved.  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you avoided confirming yourself to him.  He smiled, “That’s what I thought you’d say.  You can’t let your enemy know who you are.  Come on, Y/N.  We don’t have to keep fighting.”  He began walking towards you.  You held your hand out as if to threaten him with your webs.  That did not stop him, he continued.  “Q-Quen- I mean, Mysterio!  Stop.  You know I will use them,” you were shaking mildly.  You backed up with every step he took.  “I don’t want to hurt you!  You know that.  You heard everything I said about you today, you know I’m in love with you.”  You shook your head, “You have no idea who I am, Mysterio!  And it needs to stay that way!”  Your back ran into the wall.  He was directly in front of you now.  You looked up at him, his body towered over you.  He placed his hand on your cheek, rubbing it with his thumb.  “I love you, Y/N,” he spoke softly.  

This was it.  Should you finally show him?  Everything he had said was sincere.  You knew how he felt.  But this could come and bite you in the butt one day.  He wouldn’t do that.  You trusted him.  

You grabbed your mask and ripped it from your face.  You looked up at him.  He smiled with relief, “I knew it.”  “I felt like if I told you... you would see me dif-” “Shhhh.  I would never see you different.  You mean everything to me,” he pressed his lips to yours.  You ran your fingers through his hair.  He had you pinned against the wall.  The tension between the two of you had your Spidey Sense going crazy.  He was biting his lip and staring into your soul.  You were longing for him, but this felt wrong to you.  You thought about how if circumstances were different you would have went for him long ago.  

He was so close.  Things were different when he was the one in control.  You were used to his hands being down, you being the one in control was the norm for you.  This felt odd, but pleasurable.  He ran his hand down the side of your body, trying to bring your attention to him.  You were lost in thought.  “Quentin,” you began, “You have no idea how long I have been wanting to tell you about this.  About me.  I wanted to be with you for so long, but I knew from how you talked about Spider-Girl at work that if I had ever tried anything you would have shot me down.  It was so hard to know the man you wanted was in love with you, but he didn’t know it was you.”  Quentin smiled at you, “But things are different now.  We can have whatever kind of relationship you want.”  You blushed under his gaze, “I... I...”  You could not get any words out.  You were so aroused and embarrassed all at once that you did not know how you felt or what you wanted.  

You pressed your lips to his.  He kissed you passionately.  You took his bottom  lip between your teeth.  Quentin rested his forehead on yours, “Where is this going, Y/N?”   You felt your cheeks grow a deep red under him.  “It’ll go wherever you want it to, Quin,” you whispered.  He smiled at you, “If you say so.”  Quentin crashed his mouth into yours, his tongue venturing it’s way into your mouth.  Your tongues intertwined.  He gripped your breast in his hand causing you to let out a quiet moan.  He pulled away from you, breathing heavy, “Take your clothes off.”  He began to undress in front of you.  Your eyes went to the floor, you were embarrassed to see him naked.  You hit the spider in the middle of your chest to loosen your suit.  You began to remove your suit in front of him when you saw his clothes hit the floor.  He got undressed so fast you couldn’t even compete.  You stood in front of him still in your underwear.  He was completely naked, his penis staring you in the face.  He admired you, “God, you look gorgeous.”  You smiled, “Thanks.”  He pinned you against the wall, his erect penis rested against your stomach.  You groaned.  He smirked at you, “You like that, don’t you?”  You nodded.  He began to kiss and nip at your neck.  You ran your fingers through his hair, slightly tugging at it in your arousal.  He reached his hands around your back, unstrapping your bra.  You dropped it to the floor.  He stared at your exposed breasts.  His hand ventured up your side, stopping at your breast.  He pinched at your hard nipples causing you to moan loudly.  He smiled, “Oh, so you like that?  I can do so much more than that.”  He placed his mouth on your nipple and bit down.  You leaned your head back in ecstasy, “Quin, holy fuck.”  His tongue flicked at your nipple between his teeth.  

Quentin ran his hand down the front of your underwear.  His mouth opened in awe, “So wet and warm already?  Am I really do this to you, Y/N?”  You nodded at him.  He licked his lips.  He tugged at the elastic around your waist, “Take these off for me, would you?”  You did as he asked and removed your panties, stepping out of them as they fell around your ankles.  He growled with pleasure, “That’s better.”  His fingers found their way back to your warmth.  He began making tight circles on your clit.  You threw your head back calling out to him.  Your legs became shaky and weak.  You could feel your legs about to give out as could he.  He picked you up, you wrapped your legs around him instinctively.  The under belly of his cock rested at your opening.  He grinded himself against your opening, groaning at the sensation.  You ran your fingers up his chest sending goose bumps across every part of his body.  You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, placing your lips against his ear, “Quin, I don’t know how much longer I can wait.”  You breathing was heavy in anticipation.  “I would do anything for you, Y/N,” he groaned into your ear.  

You leaned back against the wall giving him access to you.  He positioned himself at your opening, looking you in the eyes.  He entered you slowly, making sure you could feel every inch of him.  You called out to him, your fingers digging into the back of his neck.  He slammed his hole body into you, picking up speed.  This was the closest you two had ever been.   Your breasts were pressed against his chest, his prickly chest hairs grazing you with each of his movements.  He huffed deep breaths in your ear, his chin resting on the space between your shoulder and your neck.  You both were sweating, your skin practically sticking together.  His hair was falling down in strands in front of his face.  His cock was hitting you in all the right places causing your walls to tighten around him.  He moaned in your ear, “Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good wrapped around my cock like this.”  You could feel yourself growing tighter around him, your orgasm approaching.  “Qu-Quentin, I-I’m about to finish,” you moaned to him.  You could feel him smile into your neck.  He began to kiss your neck, “Good, baby.”  He began pounding into you more aggressive than before.  Your orgasm ripped through you.  You called out to him, your eyes squeezing tight as your walls became tighter then ever before.  He moaned your name as you clenched around him.   He spilled inside of you, not stopping his pace.  He rode the waves of both of your climaxes.  

He held you in place for a moment, stopping his movements.  He kissed your cheek softly, “I’ve never been this close to you.  This... this is so important to me.  I love you.”  He became kind and gentle suddenly.  It was a giant shift compared to he man who had been ravishing you before.  You kissed him gently.  He pulled out of you, resting his forehead against yours.   He cupped your face in his hands, kissing you on the nose.  You ran your fingers through his hair, “That was amazing, Quin.”  He did not want to let you go, he loved being close to you.  He wanted to be this close to you forever.  “It was perfect,” he muttered, “I never want this moment to end.”  He brushed his lips against yours.  

“You should come stay with me tonight,” Quentin proposed.  You smiled, “Maybe I will.”  He slowly helped you to the ground and the two of you began getting your loose articles.  You both began getting dressed again.  

~~~ 

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Champion

Roman Sionis x Partner!Reader

Prompt:  The reader is Roman’s partner, romantically and in business.  One of his rivals kidnaps her hoping to drag Roman out so they can make a deal with her life being on the line.  Roman does not take kindly to people touching what is his.

warnings:  kidnapping, beating, cannibalism, murder, guns and weapons

word count:  2,278

a/n: the rival is completely made up.  and oh my god i am making him as ridiculous as possible for real.  he is super creepy and tries to pull creepy shit with the reader

~~~

You felt your head pulsing.  

You had been walking outside.  You had just went to pick something up.  Roman offered to have someone take you, but you declined.  You never got to go out on your own and this was starting to prove why.  

You struggled opening your eyes.

“It’ll be quick,” you promised, kissing him before you went.  “Victor will go get whatever you need,” Roman did not want to let you go.  You smiled softly at him, “Roman, I’m grown I can do this.”  He held you close to him, “Okay, love.”

Your vision was almost completely blurry.  

You had left the store.  Truly you did not need the small thing you picked up, you just wanted to get out for the first time in forever.  You loved your life with Roman, but living a life of crime usually meant you did not get out much.  

You were trying to adjust your eyes when you felt your hands tied behind your back with some rather coarse rope.  

It was pitch black outside.  Something felt off as you were walking back to the club.  You felt a chill run up your spine as your fear slowly crept up you.  You pulled out your phone to call Roman.  His voice would calm your uneasiness.  It happened so fast that you could not even pull up your contact list to call him.  You were struck in the back of the head and hit the pavement.  You blacked out against the cold ground.  

You blinked rapidly.  One of your eyes was swollen almost shut.  You could see a tall male figure sitting in front of you.  “Wh-What’s... going... on?”  You pushed out stumbling over your own words.  You were highly aware of your tongue.  Your face was swollen.  The taste of blood was faint in your mouth.  

“Good morning,” a familiar voice spoke to you.  

“Fuck,” you thought.  

It was that asshole that was at the club the other night.  The one who tried so hard to get Roman to share his estate with him.  Roman laughed in his face, “You want me to split this with YOU?!  Tell me you’re kidding?” 

His golden plated teeth shined into your eyes.  You squinted slightly.  The prick looked so pleased to have you before him.  His elbows rested on his thighs, his head rested on his hands.  “You remember me, sugar?”  You huffed a breath out.  You hated when men tried to sweet talk you.  You only loved the cute little nicknames from your love.  “The prick who was at our club,” you scoffed.  He walked over to you, kneeling beside you.  His hand caressed your face.  Your face scrunched up in response to his touch.  He quickly smacked you firmly across the jaw, “You better learn who the fuck you’re talking to.”  You sucked your teeth in anger.  

He walked back over to his chair.  He pulled a cigar from his coat pocket.  He picked up the lighter from the table.  “Roman’s gonna kill you,” you muttered.  He laughed at you taking a long draw from the cigar in his hand, “He ain’t gonna do shit.  I sent him this little number and told him he better get here or you’re dead.”  He pulled your own phone from his pocket.  He showed you a picture of you blacked out in the chair with him squatted in front of you, his hand gripping your exposed thigh.  You were disgusted at the semi-blurry image before you.  

“Do you know what they call me?”  

You rolled your eyes.  Just like most men, he was going to have to give you a giant speech about his life before killing you.  You’d rather be dead then listen to his ramble.  

“Well, I got the nickname Hannibal when I was still new to this whole murder thing.  The first time I ever got my hands on someone I had killed... I brought them back here to this exact room and well... I chopped them up into little bitty pieces and cooked them right up,” he was licking his lips.  

You felt your stomach churn.  You zoned out while he spoke now.  Fear washed over you.  It started in your cheeks and ended at your toes.  Acid burned in your throat.  “Please hurry, Roman,” you prayed in your mind.  You did not know how you would get out of this without him.  You zoned back in once you heard the man before you stop talking.  

“Y-You eat people?”  You swallowed the lump in your throat hard.  He licked his gold teeth as he walked over to you.  He knelt beside you, running his finger along your jaw line.  You looked at the man before you.  You could feel tears wallowing up in your eyes.  You felt genuine fear.  You thought you were about to die.  

You thought about Roman.  You thought about how you would most likely never see him again.  You knew he would not let you go if Roman showed up.  That would just be more incentive to kill you, then Roman shortly after.  You wished you had just let Roman come with you earlier.  You wished you had hugged Roman a little tighter before leaving.  You wished you had never left.  

“I think I’d like to eat you in more way then one,” Hannibal licked his lips, playing with your hair.  He ran a hand up your legs.  You wanted to scream.  You wanted to pull away from his touch, but you knew that would do nothing but make him mad.  You took his touch.  His breath was disgusting and moist.  You had to fight your urge to tell him no.  “I bet you would taste delicious.  Your skin is so soft.  I can’t wait to sink my teeth into that plump flesh,” he practically moaned.  He placed his lips against your exposed thigh.  You felt like vomiting.  Your mind begged you to make him stop, but your body urged you to stay still.  

You jumped at the sound of gunshots outside of the room you were in.  Hannibal rose beside you.  Mumbled curses fell from his lips.  He did not leave your side, instead grabbing a handful of your hair in his hand.  He pulled you back, exposing your neck.  You swallowed loudly.  You could hear Roman’s muffled screaming and shouting through the door.  The only words you could make out was “Fuck,” and a quick “Where is she?”  He kicked the door in.  You felt full relief when you laid eyes on him.  He wore his Black Mask and a full black suit.  You saw men in the hall behind Roman all laying in pools of their own blood.  Your relief was short lived as you felt the man behind you place a blade against your throat.  You could hear Roman’s breath snip in his throat when he saw that blade against your skin.  

“I’m here, Hannibal.  Leave her alone and we will talk,” Roman held his hands up in the air.  

“Drop the gun or I will kill her right now,” he breathed against your neck.  

Tears fell from your eyes.  You breathed in a shaking breath as you felt the blade press firmer against your neck.  He drew a tiny bit of blood before Roman screamed at him to stop.  The gun dropped to his feet.  It slid across the floor as Roman kicked it to the side.  Hannibal pulled the blade away from your neck.  

“Keep those hands up, Sionis,” Hannibal knelt beside you.  He pressed his face into your neck.  He took in a deep breath, smelling your scent.  You turned away from him, looking at Roman with desperate eyes.  Your lip quivered.  Roman’s eyes were shining through his mask.  He looked desperate and slightly afraid.  Hannibal breathed into your skin.  His tongue parted through his lips as he licked up your face.  You squinted your eyes as a shaky breath left your lips.  You felt a lump in your throat forming.  You heard Roman’s hands form fists in his anger.  Hannibal moved to be directly in front of you.  His hand ventured onto your skin.  “Maybe we should show Sionis who your new owner is,” he growled staring between your legs.  You shook your head with shaky air on your lips. 

You needed to buy Roman time.  He needed some way to get over here or some way to get the gun back.  You slowly rolled your ankle feeling for a similar texture that bonded your hands.  You felt nothing.  You knew what you had to do.  Even if this did not save you, at least Roman could get himself out of here.  

You looked back at Roman.  Tears stained your cheeks.  “I love you,” you breathed out to him.  You wanted to make sure he knew.  This could be the last time you ever got to see him.  He knew you were about to pull something crazy.  He saw the look in your eyes.  He lightly shook his head in denial.  

In a swift motion you kicked up, knocking Hannibal right in his most sensitive spot.  He hunched over, soon falling onto his side on the floor.  “You BITCH,” he breathed out.  Roman saw his opportunity and grabbed the gun off the floor and rushing over to you in.  

He held the gun against Hannibal’s skull.  You saw Hannibal’s eyes practically bulge out of his head.  “Fuck you, bastard,” Roman breathed out.  You stared at him.  The way he held himself reminded you of why you loved him.  He pulled the trigger.  You jumped at the noise of the gun.  Hannibal’s body fell against the floor lifeless.  You breathed out air of relief.  Roman shot him again to make sure he was dead.  Blood pooled beside Hannibal’s head.  It was the best site you could have had of him.  Roman kicked him firmly, getting the body far away from you.  

You looked at the man who stood above you.  “Roman,” his name a sigh on your lips.  He ripped his mask off his face.  He greeted you with a smile of concern and relief.  Heavy huffs of air hit you in the face.  Sweat beamed on his beautiful face.  This was the first time your body had relaxed since you woke up.  The room spun and you felt light-headed.  He pulled his gloves from his hands, running a hand down your cheek.  “Oh, baby.  What did they do to you?”  You blinked at him slowly.  He examined your face.  Purple marks plagued your body.  Your swollen eye broke his heart.  He kissed your cheek softly.

He moved around behind the chair.  He pulled a small knife from his pocket, “Hold still, honey.”  He began cutting the ropes that bound you.  You felt him pull the coarse material from your wrists.  You pulled your limbs from behind the chair, you rubbed them with a sigh of relief.  He stepped back in front of you.  He took your hands in his.  His thumb rubbed small circles on them.  His eyebrows were furrowed in his concern.  

“Baby,” he kissed your hands, “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.”  You leaned forward, “It’s okay...Roman.”  You lost your sense of gravity.  You fell into his arms.  He wrapped himself around you, holding you tight.  Your face was in his shoulder.  A wave of emotion washed over your weak body.  You hitched your arms under his.  You pulled him in tight, fingers digging into his back.  You sobbed into his shoulder.  He held the back of your head tight in his hand, petting you slowly.  “Please don’t ever let me be alone again,” you sobbed into his shoulder.  Roman kissed your forehead.  You sat wrapped in his embrace crying all of your fear into him.  

 “The car is waiting outside, let’s get you out of this disgusting place,” Roman kissed your head again.  You shook your head.  Roman picked you up in a bridal carry position.  You looked up at Roman, your eye lids were growing heavy.  “I need you to stay awake, baby,” his voice was soft but commanding.  You leaned up, pain struck your body, kissing his cheek.  “You’re my hero, Romy,” you were tired.  Roman smiled, “I love you so much, Y/N.”  You nuzzled your head into his chest.  

He carried you outside.  Victor stepped out of the driver’s seat, opening the back door for the two of you.  Victor’s eyes widened at the sight of you.  “Holy fuck.  Did you get all of them?  I’ll kill them myself for this,” Victor was ready to go kill anyone to avenge you.  Roman smiled, “I took care of it, Victor.  But I appreciate the concern.”  Roman sat you down slowly into the car.  “Is she gonna be alright?”  Victor asked leaning against the door.  Roman kissed you tenderly on the lips.  “She might be concussed, so we need to check her out as soon as we get home.  She is tough though, she’s gonna make it through,” Roman had a bit of worry behind his tone.  He closed the door and walked around to the other side of the car. Victor got into the front seat.  Roman joined you in the back.  You scooted close to him, laying down in his lap.  You stared up at him.  He smiled a half grin down at you.  He ran his fingers through your hair.  You took his other hand in yours, wrapping your fingers together.  

“I promise I will never let you out of my sight again, baby,” Roman leaned down to kiss you.  You were safe.  Everything was going to be okay.  Roman would never let anyone hurt you.  

Ever.

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