#a couple gifs have come up of both of them using their fire abilities and...

[smolvenger]

A Court of Mischief and Purpose Chapter Thirteen (Loki x fem! Reader Hiddlesverse Crossover Series)

Series Summary: Based on Sarah J Mass's A Court of Thorns and Roses series with the Tom Hiddleston characters. You are a woman of 1885 in Aldwinter in Essex, England, dying of tuberculosis. Never to be married to the local Lusty Vicar. When Loki appears to you and offers to heal you...if you spend a week of every month with him.

Chapter Warnings: You and Loki journey to Jotunheim to find the orb. But when events turn for the worse...you decide to ask for help.

Chapter Warnings: Using an oldie but goodie fanfic trope (Court of Mist and Fury does it, so I decided to use it too), some insecurity and mutual pining, and mentions of past cheating with a character who isn't Loki. Fluff and Angst.

A/N: I am not 100 percent certain about the cannon world of Jotunheim, so I threw my hands in the air and cried "fuck it! Give them horses". The next chapters are coming in fast since work was slow and I used the time to write some first drafts. Hence the fast posting.

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Dressed in your warmest coats and sheathed with daggers, you both went through the portal.

Jotunheim was still as bitter cold as ever. If only Loki could just create a portal within Jotunheim to land you right in the cabin! But no- that wasn’t in his abilities, as he kept reminding you whenever you began to complain. You had to travel through the blasted tundra. You trekked through the sharp wind and snow with Loki for a few hours. Thank goodness your fire floated in your hands and the movement gave you warmth. But you had yet to sense out where the cabin was. And now it was getting dark.

You used a certain creature to travel through- horses only known in Jotunheim. Like a regular horse. Only this one was a little bigger than normal. Bright white as the snow and that had crystals of ice on him. The Jotunheim Horses were immune to the cold- it was where they thrived. In fact, it grazed to eat the snow, swishing its blue tail and mane.

When you both got tired of walking, he used some of the money you had brought to rent a special horse of Jotunheim from a village. Like a regular horse that had crystals on them. Horses that were immune to the cold- it was where they thrived. Only barely larger than normal. You eyed the saddle nervously.

“I never even rode a normal horse before,” you said.

“Now, don’t be nervous my dear- here, I will show you how...” Loki guided.

He helped you up onto the saddle, you in front and him behind. You swung your legs to the side like you saw horsewomen in photographs back home do. He guided the reigns and as you both rode, gave you small instructions- keep your heels down. Stay calm. Flick the reigns to make them go faster, tug to make them stop or go slower. He even let you practice riding it for a couple of miles forward, the horse trotting at a calm pace.

“We’ve traveled for hours…but we cannot lose our place…” Loki said.

He checked the book again.

“It should be close…but it means it’s several hours of riding…”

He looked at you shivering.

“And we’ll need to stop…”

There was a city nearby. Some of the Frost Giant people gaped at you, but you ignored their starings. You checked the few inns in town. But it seemed many were full due to Starfall and those traveling to celebrate.

Finally, there was the third and last inn You both went inside, going up to the innkeeper at the wooden desk in the lobby. Her blue skin seemed to shine in the light and her red eyes were bright.

“We have good news, there is one room available for the night…” she announced.

“Oh, wonderful!” you cried.

She looked between you both.

“However, there is a problem…” she began.

There was only one bed. One comfortable, blanketed, bed in that room.

It was far too cold to lie on the floor for hours. You both would have to sleep in it.

Your heart raced a little- something so intimate! Something you would have never agreed to do a year ago…but now, what choice did you have?

Loki had nightclothes conjured for both of you. You fought back the memory of seeing him sleep semi-naked. You both had warm, thick nightgowns that were as white as the Jotunheim snow. You felt your eyes continue to flutter down to see the V of his own nightwear. The little bit of hair that poked out of his chest. But then forced them away.

Once it got dark, you both got into the bed. You and Loki turned around, him staring at the window and you at the wall.

The wind whistled sharply. Outside there were constant flurries of thick snowflakes. The cold air seeped through the room. Contrasting with the warmth of the blankets…and of your bedmate. Turning about, you had not fallen asleep yet. Your mind refusing to shut down despite the long day.

You kept thinking back, despite yourself, remembering the day you first spoke to him. The day he saved you at a price. But there was one little thing he said that still kept bugging you like an itch you weren’t allowed to scratch.

“Loki… are you awake?” you asked.

“Yes,” he answered. “Why aren’t you asleep by now?”

You heard him flip over and you followed suit. His dark curls out of the way of his face. Both of you on your sides, facing each other.

“Because I was thinking of the day you appeared to me when we made the bargain.”

“Oh yes…and what made you recall that?”

“Well, the fact we keep ending in each other’s rooms in one way or the other!”

His own eyebrows briefly shot up, and there was a smile on the verge of a little laugh on his face, yet he remained quiet.

“It happened when I first met you- not counting when you were a cat…but there’s one thing you said I still muse on…it still makes me a little mad!” you blurted.

“Which one? My dear, I’m sure I said several things that enraged you back then…” he prodded

“That you were surprised I could talk back just because I’m a woman from my time.”

The other thought that was floating in your head was the memory of the letter to Cora you found- that one phrase that seemed like being stabbed in the gut. The one phrase that solidifed her superiority over you-“You are truly not like other women!”

Loki said no reply but merely listened.

“We’re people, like anyone else. We have feelings, like anyone else. Did you assume Just because we embroider and wear corsets that it means we’re boring or weak? We don’t enjoy being pushed around! We don’t like being mocked or hurt. And perhaps we aren’t all warriors, but that does not mean we are unworthy of respect! You should have seen my mother. I think she was far more in charge of our family than Papa ever was. Even Stella-Stella-said so to me that she wants Grendel and his army to, and I quote, ‘burn in hell.’”

“Norns above…” Loki muttered in reply.

“I can’t blame her after what they did to her…” you commented.

Loki furrowed his brow. He kept listening as you continued.

“It’s usually those who don’t know us who make such judgments. Who won’t even try to get to know us it…it…it’s comments such as these that make me so mad that I…I…”

The rest of the words failed you, and you paused. How much were you ranting about what he said…and how much were you ranting at the phrase in the letter? Perhaps he could tell. You were quite sure your shield was down. Loki only looked at you- realizing he had permission to speak.

“You were right back then. When I met you, I knew Thomas…but I never got to know a woman from your time. I made judgements and even jokes about it…but I didn’t truly know you then. I’m sorry,” he apologized.

“Thank you. I forgive you, Loki,” you replied.

You turned around. Facing the wooden wall with a chair and table on the other side. The fireplace in the room was a mere, dying ember. The smoke was so thin, it was nearly invisible.

“I hate to disappoint you, Loki, but there is not much to me other than my magic. I’m just like every other woman…” you said.

You tightened the blanket around you, your knees hugging up to your chest. A lump in your throat. But you heard the trickster god shift forward. His voice right near your ear and his warm body against yours. Part of you fell stiff, yet also…comforted.

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” he consoled you.

You turned back over to look at him. You accepted his closeness as you faced each other. His nose mere centimeters from your own. His eyes were as blue as the skies of Asgard. You could smell your dinner on his breath.

“There are far worse things in life to be…but…”

His voice went back to that of teasing, a small smile on his face. He had to be at least a little mischievous while he was still awake.

“You could still improve your taste in wedding gowns…” he poked.

You cocked up an eyebrow.

“That’s rich coming from someone who wears ruffled blouses with his tuxedoes!” you shot back.

You both burst into laughter. You could still hear his rich baritone voice in his laughter. You could feel the rumbling in his body, his chest seemed to vibrate with the mirth.

“What can I say? I enjoy dressing with a little bit more flair...” he sad.

You shot him a smug grin.

“Well, if I can wear a ‘monstrosity of lace’ as you called it, you can wear your foppish tuxedoes!” you teased.

He laughed a little more. Then his voice became gentle.

“Though you did look lovely at the ball the other night,” he said.

“As did you,” you replied.

So close…he was so close. You could have just wrapped him in your arms. Perhaps you should have. His closeness made his warmth radiate toward you. Your own thoughts and memories were spoken, and your concerns were heard like the breaking of a long-held dam. And now that it was released, you began to feel sleepy.

You curled up next to each other, merely brushing each other’s skin. Warm and safe despite the howling wind. You whispered goodnight and turned around to your other side. At once, you drifted to sleep.

When you woke up briefly, it was still dark. Perhaps it was early in the morning. You were facing the wall on your side, but something felt different. Something solid and heavy was draped over your waist. Too heavy to be the blankets.

You looked down and realized with a small jolt of your nerves that it was Loki’s muscular arm.

He wrapped an arm around you while asleep.

Dammit, dammit, dammit, you kept repeating silently.

Should you move him? Wake him up? Oh dear lord, you felt his chest and stomach against your backside. If he was asleep it was likely he wouldn’t be…well, aroused. You would be in the uncomfortable position of feeling something against you that you didn’t want to right now. No- it was a sleepy, chaste embrace from behind.

You heard his small snore. Like that of a cat. It was adorable, you had to admit. So no…you didn’t have the heart to move. You felt in his arms that you were safe…no, more than just safe…wanted. Wanted so badly that his subconscious needed you close.

No, YN that’s an illusion, you mused.

And yet…

This is what my life could be…yet he’s a trickster god and full of mischief and flattery, if I became his beloved, he’ll betray me for another…I’m so…so horrible that even a vicar would break what he preaches for another woman’s bed just to get away from me. If that’s what he did, then, what would a god of mischief do!?…and yet-

It was warm and comfortable. If it was an illusion, One that felt real- one that was only real. If only for a few minutes. The embrace was known to husbands and wives and lovers when they slept with limbs entangled. An embrace you were destined to never know… except for now.

Pretending like it was that domestic, loving comfort…you found your own eyes drooping. Back asleep you fell and deeply.

When you woke up that morning, you saw the window on Loki’s side. You felt no arms and no weight anymore on it. It was empty, save for you. The sun seemed especially bright with the snow reflecting off it. It shot into the window, making you squint.

Shifting over in the bed, you realized Loki was already wide awake. Sitting on a chair near the bed, concentrating on the little vanity with a shiny red apple he placed there. With a flick of his hand, the apple vanished in green smoke. Then it would reappear in the next corner. He gave you a smile in greeting.

“Good morning,” he greeted.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Practicing, my dear. It’s one thing to make a portal. It’s another thing to make something just vanish and take it somewhere else,” he answered.

“You’re working on it?” you cried.

“Practicing all morning. The furthest is four things that are not me. They can be sent several miles away…”

You felt the soft blanket, pulling it up to your chest.

He then used magic to have the apple reappear. He then placed it in his hand, shined it on his clothes, and took a bite with a loud crunch.

“It’s actually pretty easy. If I do it enough, I can do it without thinking.”

“Hmmm, It’s impressive…but please save an apple for me.”

He conjured one and threw it over to you. You caught it with both hands and thanked him.

After gathering more food, both of you mounted the horse and continued your long ride to the cabin. Stopping when needed, especially to check the map.

By now it was the late afternoon. But since Jotunheim was a land of eternal winter, the sky was dark. The snow kept falling and the cold wind kept howling at your side. But Loki’s company made it seem not as bad.

You finished the last of your bread and wiped the crumbs off of your mouth when you dismounted. Loki smiled as he showed you the map.

“Here- it’s not far…we’re almost there,” he promised.

You got out a carrot. The horse perked its ears. You offered it and the creature bit into it. It seemed that carrots were the universal favorite food of any kind of horse. You smiled and patted his long nose.

“What do you think of riding, my dear?” he asked.

“It’s a little nerve-wracking being on a living animal…but it can be fun. I’d like to learn more about it- I’m rather new and here we are.”

“When we return, I should let you practice with the horses we have. Perhaps I could show you how to ride with your legs over or even bareback! I’ve had years of training, you can trust me as an adequate teacher,” Loki proposed.

“Oh, Loki tell me- What kind of lessons does a prince have? What kind of classes or education? It must be interesting!” you commented.

He smiled at you. Going up to lift a hand to gently stroke the horse, brushing against the smooth ice crystals on its body.

“Well then, I remember there were etiquette lessons. Which is as fun for a little boy as you can imagine, but I managed to do well. Then we learned about how to use a sword and then we had to learn all of the history of-”

FWOOSH!

An arrow landed near your feet. You jolted with a small cry of surprise. The horse let out a cry with a raise of his front legs. Loki grabbed the reigns to try to calm him.

“Where did that come from?!” you cried.

You turned around and saw the answer.

Behind you were four men on Jotunheim horses of their own. The sadistic smiles on their faces and the dark armor on their clothes made your stomach heavy. They continued to ride, as one reached behind to get another arrow for his bow.

The breath stopped in your chest.

“Grendel’s men,” Loki breathed.

At once he threw you onto the horse and then got up himself. It was everything in you not to panic on the spot.

The horse galloped and held onto it for dear life. Looking back at the laughing, already triumphant soldiers with terrified eyes. Then you gritted your teeth in defiance of them. You let out a shaking hand, and the next arrows that were fired, you burned to ash to vanish in the wind.

But they were still gaining speed. The hooves of their own horses are like that of the drums before an execution. Loki kept urging the horse forward, too focused to create a duplicate or an illusion.

As all of you raced, you gained some distance away from them. Then they then fired another arrow. Faster than your flames could catch it.

Loki let out a yell of pain. You screamed out of instinct- an arrow landed in Loki’s right shoulder. It was black, full of grey smoke out of it like it was burning.

“YN, get it out! Quick!” he urged at you.

You let out a gasp and a small cry on instinct. But he kept riding. You turned around, and swiftly jerked it out, Loki letting out another groan of pain.

He then looked at the arrow in your hand, its swirling magic around it. His jaw dropped.

“No!” he exclaimed.

“What is it?” you asked.

“t’s a Kunnigr arrow! They are known for eventually draining one of magic!” he explained.

“What?! No!”

Loki shot out only a little green light from his hands.

“It’s still there, but it’s running out…”

He then suddenly stopped the horse. He at once pulled you down to your feet.

“Loki- what are you doing?!” you cried.

He looked at you. Sadness and resolve on his face. Your heart beat hard in your chest. He then grabbed your shoulders and looked you in the eye.

“Quick-listen to me- listen to me, YN darling! While I still have a little magic- I’m going to send you far from them. Go. Go find the Cabin. Find the Orb. Here-”

He gave you a pocket watch from his pocket, placing it in your hand.

“When you do, Get a signal to Asgard. Someone will see it- and they will get you.”

“Loki- no! Just transport yourself too! I’m not leaving this realm without you!”

An arrow was shot, and you both narrowly dodged it. But a few inches and- you realized with dread- it would have hit you.

“I am armed, I can fight them- but we’re outnumbered. Their arrows could make you lose your magic. And they won’t stop until they have at least one of us. I only have enough magic to save the horse and the brave woman I made a bargain with. …”

Deep in your gut, you knew he was right. And you hated it. His smile was so beautiful, so sad. You felt as if your heart was both being ripped into pieces and bursting at once.

“This is for you…I’m proud of you, my little mortal.”

“Loki-” you voiced.

He lifted a hand and flicked the wrist.

With the last bit of magic he had left, green smoke appeared around you. The horse whinnied as the smoke surrounded it too And you vanished from the scene.

The Green smoke surrounded your vision. Then at once it drifted away and you were far off into a snowy woods in Jotunheim. It was lined with fur trees full of beautiful snow around them like necklaces. Only some were normal trees where they settled on their branches in blankets. You heard the horse trotting around, brushing its lips and shaking its mane.

You felt light headed You were safe, alive. A far distance off.

Then a few uncontrollable tears began to stream down your face, feeling like they could turn to ice against your skin. You felt like there was a hole in your chest. But your senses were alerting you…the cabin was close. Wiping your nose with your sleeve, you took the reigns of the horse and you both walked forward. It wasn’t too long- only ten minutes of walking, despite the frigid wind paining your face…

And there it was. Sure enough, there was the cabin.

The door was unlocked. Already there was a blazing hearth in fireplace, a warm bed full of thick quilts, and a table full of food that was still fresh. Chopped wood for the hearth sat in a pile next to an iron pot to use for cooking. When you walked over to the hearth, you could tell, right in the fireplace was the orb glowing bright orange. The source of this light and comfort, though you were certain no one lived here.

You got out the pocket watch from your side… you knew you should alert them. You knew you had it. It was what he told you to do…but could not make it to twelve to give the signal.

Loki…Loki…it then hit you, the weight on you. What he did…for the mission. And for you.

He was armed. He could fight them. The training he had all of his life couldn’t have been for nothing. But he was outnumbered. But still…without magic and outnumbered! Perhaps killed already!

You couldn’t stand it. You couldn’t abandon him…and that was if he was still alive.

Despite your shaking, and your crying, your senses reached back. There was a mountain nearby. A familiar mountain…

And someone who would know if Loki still breathed.

You gathered a bundle of firewood and put them in your bag. Then you mounted the horse, both legs swinging off the saddle. Despite your nerves, your determination shot you forward. You were going to learn of Loki’s fate.

If he was dead, then you would go back to Asgard. It would be too risky to get his body. Tell the AllFather and AllMother of his last deed. So at least after his life, he would finally be seen as an equal, as a hero. And if he lived…you would do whatever you could to find him. Get him back.

You led the horse towards where you sensed the mountain and found the entrance. The place where the Jotun Prophet lived.

You rushed inside the cave. You down some of the wood and lit it with your fire. It crackled against the cave in echoes, its light illuminating the dark cave.

“Prophet! Prophet! Here’s my offering! Hurry! Please! It’s an emergency! I must speak with you- now!” you begged. Your voice echoed off into the infinity of black inside.

Sure enough, there were blue lights that glowed on the wall. And out walked the Jotun Prophet. Still with his proud, knowing smile.

“Oh, Mortal Lady, it’s you again…have you gained the wisdom to become engaged to an ugly priest this time? As you must have figured out by now, They don’t get half the attention from other women as the handsome ones do!”

You took a few steps forward. His red eyes remained calm and his smile remained gentle.

“This isn’t about any of that! It’s about Loki! He’s in danger! He could be hurt- or worse! Grendel’s soldiers ambushed us and he used the last of his magic to send me away! Please, Prophet, tell me one thing at least- is Loki still alive? Or are they going to kill him? Is this how he dies?”

The Jotun Prophet scratched his chin.

“Hmm, a god in distress...” he mused. He accepted the firewood. With some magic, it floated up in the air.

“They might have killed him by now- please! I’m begging you! Is Loki alive?”

The Jotun Prophet held up a hand as if to get you to calm down.

“They have abducted him. They’re tormenting him…but he is alive. There is nothing they love more than toying with their victims before they kill. But Loki is too valuable a prisoner for them to end his life just yet. They could use him to bribe the royal family of Asgard, hold him for the price of their domination of the kingdom or an alliance…so at least no killing yet. Even the most foolish of Grendel’s men know that.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, the dizziness washing down you. Your vision blurred from the high and then returned back. The Prophet wasn’t retreating- so you asked another question.

“Tell me where he is! Where have they taken him?” you pleaded.

“They are…southeast from here, a few leagues.”

The Prophet lifted a blue finger and pointed in that direction.

Once you journey down there, you will sense where they are clear as day. They are camped at the ends of another great mountain. You will see smoke- a fire they made there. There you may find Loki. There you may save him. What a lucky coincidence you found that cabin…just take him there after. Let him rest his injuries..”

New tears came down your face, tears of deep gratitude.

“Thank you…”

You began to turn to hurry off. But after a few steps, you heard The Prophet call out.

“Oh! Mortal Lady! One more thing!”

You turned right around, nearly skidding on your feet. He walked up to be closer to you, the firewood floating by his side.

“Brunhilde flowers,” the prophet said.

“Brunhilde flowers?” you repeated, tasting the words in your mouth.

“Named for the strength of the renowned Valkyrie. They grow in Jotunheim. You can find them growing outside the cabin. It will restore strength and even magic to anyone. The petals and bulb are very bitter to the taste but crushed up and steeped in boiled water, it makes a decent tea. To make it work faster, It should take two days and one cup of tea or one flower per day. Along with long hours of rest. If he exerts himself, it will slow the healing down. Then his magic will return in its entirety. So be patient,” the Prophet explained.

He began to turn and walk into the dark. But you took one step closer to where he walked.

“So all I do is find the flowers and give it to Loki?” you questioned.

The Prophet paused. Then he turned around, with a small, if not mischievous smile.

“That is, if you wish to complete your True Love’s healing.”

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[bakeryblood]

vampire eddie, biting kink, some sort of handcuff usage. go nuts.

Take It Easy

Pt. 1

Vampire!Eddie Munson x Male Reader

cw: Alcohol, Angst, Depression, Blood

Y/N shifted the van into park before pulling the keys out of the ignition. Starting out at the seemingly abandoned trailer home Wayne Munson and his Nephew used to reside in. Every time, every week you came it was always the same. The same melancholy mixed with existential dread washed over your body as you grabbed your bag and hopped out of the drivers seat, quickly heading up the short flight of stairs and creaking open the metal door.

No hats lined the walls anymore, no collection of mugs on display. Wayne had taken anything and everything of sentimental value out of the trailer when he left months ago. The day he finished packing and you’d come by as you always did he stopped filling the box and walked over to you.

“Y/N..please stop coming here…He’s not coming back.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing but as you watched the older gentleman’s resolve crumble and a tear fell from his eye you knew he was just tired of waiting and hoping that Eddie would burst through that door one night. He’d missed too much work and sleep in the last weeks and he just couldn’t stay there anymore.

You bit your lip as you looked up at the tear in the roof, insulation where the black vines used to fill the space. There were still marks on the ceiling that reminded you of burns, stretching out, making vein like patterns. Wayne took your hand and placed something small and cold into it tearing you from your thoughts as you looked down at the set of keys, quickly looking back at him and shaking your head.

“Wayne, I can’t.”

“You can and you will Y/N. Along with anything else in his room, take it. The apartment doesn’t even have enough room for most of my things..he’d rather you have it than..” He trailed off with a shuttered breath, unable to finish his thought process of taking his missing nephew’s belongings to a donation center. Y/N wanted to cry but it was as if they’d run out of tears as they felt their face get hot, going into his room was so painful he could understand Wayne preferring someone else handle the task.

Walking over to the dresser that had sheets with music and lyrics written on them, notebooks with his future campaign plans. You couldn’t read anymore. You didn’t want to continue to test your body’s ability to not break down again, but as you went and sat on the untouched bed still as messy as the last day he’d managed to pull himself out of it. You leant over and hid your face in your arms as you heard the loud noise of the box tape being stretched out and placed on the seam of the cardboard box.

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Dust flies into the air as the old Chevy van barreled down the dirt driveway of the trailer park, the couple sitting outside of their RV hollering at the driver to ‘slow the fuck down’, that there’s kids that live here despite it being close to midnight at that point.

As Y/N stepped out and slammed the car door he looked towards the flickering out of season Christmas lights and raised the hand that wasn’t holding a six-pack of beers connected at the top by rings of plastic and flipped them the bird before making his way up to the trailer, almost tripping up the steps and bursting through the door face first, thankfully catching himself before swinging it open after a moment of struggling to get it open. It always had a habit of sticking, Wayne or Eddie would usually spray the hinges and latch with WD-40 both to avoid forcing it and to keep from disturbing the other’s sleep schedule as they tended to sleep and come home at opposite times.

The old woman looked over at her husband as he tossed another old newspaper into the small fire they had in the pit in front of them. “Been a while since anyone lived there, should we ring the police?”

Her husband scoffed and shook his head. “You old bat, that’s Wayne’s place. Either it’s one of his boys friends or another shit bird coming to use it to smoke dope. Either way, it ain’t our business..” His wife glared at his insult before standing up and pulling her robe around herself in a comforting fashion. It was true that she’d forgotten, but seeing that van pull in like a bat out of hell did seem to jog her memory.

Three months. Y/N closed and locked the trailer door behind him as he walked in and assessed the condition of a place he used to spend so much time at. Taking his lighter out of his pocket he flicked it open and the small amount of light was enough to illuminate the space of the living room and some of kitchen. Dust particles along with what was likely airborne insulation floated around as he walked around looking at the graffiti littering the walls.

‘Hawkins Local Freak: Missing’

A debatably badly drawn pentagram in red spray paint. Y/N chuckled softly and shook his head as he went to the kitchen bar and placed his beer down before pulling one from the plastic. “Never were many people as creative as you where Eddie. Not here anyway..” Y/N popped the tab on the can and tossed it back, flicking his lighter closed as he felt it begin to heat up passed a point of comfortable holding as he slammed the first beer of that pack.

This wasn’t a regular hobby of his, racing as fast as he could towards getting black out drunk. In the last six months he’d only drank one other time over at Steve’s house and quickly excused himself to go sleep off the alcohol in their bed while he kept himself company. Tonight just seemed right for it. Since Wayne abandoned the place he spent a couple months visiting the home, spending time with what items of Eddie’s he’d left there. His guitar for one. Occasionally he would see that the curtain in the window had been moved to the side, bunched up slightly and he’d rush inside to find no signs anyone had really been there.

Eddie had been a big influence in Hawkins, both good and bad. The kids looked up to him so much and missed the head of hellfire dearly whilst others still considered it a good thing he had ‘skipped town’ after the cult leader accusations arose. Y/N knew he would have wanted him to do everything he could to look after Dustin, keep Steve from teachin’ him wrong. He knew he would have wanted you to take his campaign notes and keep hellfire alive.

But you failed. You gave up. You dropped out of school and slowly allowed yourself to drift away from the teens, unable to keep hearing their concerned voices as they asked you if you were okay almost every day. You could read them just as well as they could read you. They knew you weren’t okay and you knew they didn’t believe you when you said you were.

“I’m sorry Eddie..I miss you so fucking much..” Y/N leaned over on to the counter they had kept a hand on as to not get lost in the dark and they rocked. As unhealthy as it had been for him to continue to hold out hope, he felt so empty now. Like Eddie would have really let him have it if they saw him now. ‘Drinking is supposed to be fun you idiot.’

‘Wow, six months and you give up on me?’

Y/N wiped his eyes and felt for the wet, condensation covered cans of beer as he desperately held onto those thoughts. Their voice was still fresh in his mind. ‘Look on the bright side, at least you got to keep all my cool shit!’ Y/N grabbed his lighter after popping the top on the can and headed off for the bedroom, which was surprisingly in much better condition. Where the living room had been littered with cans, bottles and cigarette butts stomped out into the carpet Eddie’s room seemed untouched.

Considering how many of the people who detested him were all talk, more likely to be fearful of what might happen if they actually happened to run across the man who had been missing for the last six months, it wasn’t all that surprising. The bed was still as Y/N had left it on one of his many visits, making up the sheets. Besides his books, notes and stereo you had left everything else. Walking over to the rack of cassette tapes you set the open lighter on the tall dresser and left for your Walkman in your pocket before squinting to read the messily scribbled band names on the mixtapes.

‘1983-1986’ Pretty straight to the point for Eddie who tended to label his tapes with a silly name or label the vibe to them unless it was an actual bands tape he bought. Y/N stuck the cassette in his Walkman and slipped the headset off his neck and atop his head, listening as he looked over his shelves of things, cigar boxes he used for different little items. Movie ticket stubs, jewelry, the occasional banished DnD die or photograph.

Opening one that seemed to sit on top, first thing his eyes landed on was a tiny bag of white powder. Y/N’s head dropped as he sat the box down and picked the baggy up, rolling his thumb over the top of it. The light from his lighter disappeared as it fell over and Y/N stood up quickly from his crouched position next to the bookshelf, hands stretched out to feel his way until a faint red glow shown through the cracked bedroom door just enough for him to see his silver lighter laying on its side atop the dresser.

Y/N looked from it to the bedroom door and after pocketing it he slowly made his way over, stopping only for a moment to grab Eddie’s baseball bat from his very brief stent of little league that sat behind his door whenever it was open. Held at his side as he walked down the wall trepidation building more and more the brighter the red tint seemed to get. Like he had been transported into a photographers darkroom. It was the gate.

Y/N’s breath caught in his chest as he stared it down, part of him wanting to rush out and tell the others. So they could bring Eleven to close it. But the rest of him fought against those thought, what if he was still in there? Y/N felt the tears begin to bubble up in his eyes once again as he made his way to stand under it, gripping the metal beer can in his hand tightly before tossing it up through the portal as hard as he could as the track on the tape clicked to the next song, ‘Master of Puppets’. He couldn’t take this anymore.

Y/N ripped the Walkman from his pocket taking the headset with it and threw it against the wall of the trailer affectively smashing it to pieces as he screamed in anger. Crying was no longer enough for him to regulate his emotions, hell, it had never seemed to do much anyway. “Fuck you! Fuck you Eddie! You damn bastard! You always talked about being a coward, why couldn’t you just run!” Y/N held the sides of his head, the level of their own voice gave a headache the opportunity to start forming.

As he couched down holding himself he heard something that caused him to slowly pull his hands away from their face, uncovering their ears as they slowly turned their head in the direction of the kitchen. It had sounded like something or, someone, had opened and closed the fridge that sat currently inoperational given the trailer didn’t have electricity currently running to it. It was hard to make out anything for certain with the red cast over everything, shadows seemed darker.

“Well damn Y/N, tell me how you really feel.” Snapping their face forward at the voice coming from above them, they were finally ready to admit, they had lost it.

Eddie Munson, in all his glory, wasn’t just there in front of them. Being alive would have been enough to make them faint, but the fact that he had been levitating momentarily. You watched, shaking slightly as he slowly lowered to the floor. His black boots leaving soot and ash on the already filthy carpet as he stared down at you. “Y-You’re…alive?”

He attempted to suppress a smile as he tilted his head back and forth, his dirty hair, crunchy with dried blood swaying as he did. “I wouldn’t say that.” Y/N’s eyes scanned him over in more detail. Taking in his torn, blood stained hellfire shirt, he’d lost his outside layers they had left him there in, his bandana was tied around his neck and his injuries were healed from what you could tell.

Y/N scrambled up off the floor and leaned in closer to him causing Eddie to recoiled a few steps back as the young man made his advances. How fucking dare he. You didn’t care if this was a hallucination or what but this version of Eddie wasn’t going to just run away from you. “You— Piece of shit! Come here!” Y/N grabbed their arm and quickly pulled their hand away. He had heard the Byers youngest child talk about the upside down and how he felt like he never could quiet shake the cold it left him with.

But this was different. If you had ever once had the opportunity to feel a cadavers skin that’s what it must’ve felt like. Frozen. “Y/N..” You were now the one backing away from them. This wasn’t real.. And if it was, it wasn’t Eddie.

“You aren’t real..”

Eddie feigned a hurt expression and held up his arm, dirty with black marks. “You felt me, I’m here. I’m real.” Y/N shook his head as he felt his lower back press against the edge of the kitchen counter that separated one area from the other. “This is a sick joke my mind is playing on me. I’m..”

Eddie seemed to grow irritated at the notion that he was just a figment of your imagination. Three months alone in that hellscape and the first chance he got to escape this was his welcome home party? “I’m sorry I couldn’t do better for you Ed, I’m sorry I let them leave you there.”

In a split second he was on you, it almost was like the counter shook from the force of his hands coming into contact with it to stop himself. “Y/N, you’ve been my friend since middle school. I’m back now, so save the obituary, please.” He growled as your eyes were locked onto each others. That was true, you had been friends since middle school, and this was the first time Munson ever had made the hair on the back of your stand up.

You saw him give a hard swallow before pushing himself back off the counter and walking away from you again, he seemed like he wanted to keep a solid eight feet between you at all times. You just couldn’t do that, despite how filthy he was the moment your brain accepted the fact that he was truly there you rushed him, wrapping your arms around him as he threw his up in the air. “Y/N, stop. You need to get off of me.”

“Save it Munson, you can yell at me later.” You pressed your face against his neck and it was the same as his arm, though perhaps the shock in the moment made your senses exaggerate the feeling.

“Y/N…Why do you think that place suddenly let me leave like it did?” You lifted your shoulders in a shrug, letting them drop back to normal as he slowly let his hands creep up you, one resting on your lower back and the other coming up to rest between your shoulder blades. “It’s because it wanted me to..”

“I don’t care Eddie, that’s so far from being important right now. I don’t care how you made it out, you’re here now.” You we’re so scared if you pulled away he would just disappear. Proving to be a hallucination after all. The silence between you was so loud until Eddie finally spoke up again.

“Y/N..I’m sorry…” You lifted your head up to look at him before you felt the sharp pain of him biting into the crook of your neck, sharp teeth sinking into it you were the consistency of an apple. You grabbed a handful of his hair and surprisingly it was quite easy to pull him off of your neck, although not a comfortable feeling. Reaching up to guard the bleeding wound you stared at him in disbelief as he breathed heavily, standing there as if he was torn between making a break for it and leaping upon you like a wild animal.

“Y-you bit me!” You looked over at the front door before making a few long, quick strides for it. The wet, warm sensation of the blood slicking your hand as the man stayed where he was, licking his bottom lip as he watched you begin your attempt to leave.

“I told you to back off didn’t I?” As you pulled the handle a few times, cursing as you pulled your bloody hand off your neck to use both of them on the ‘stupid jammed piece of shit door’ until you felt him on you again, pressing himself against your back and your front against the cold metal trailer door. “Don’t make me force this, I don’t want it to hurt more than it has to—“

“Stop it! This is one of your horror comics Eddie, you don’t need—“ His hand went to the back of your head, pressing the side of your face it against the door roughly as he moved his face beside yours growling before speaking.

“Because you know what this feels like? To feel absolutely nothing for fuck knows how long and finally after getting back your skin begins to crawl.” He clenched his jaw as he nuzzled his head against yours. “Begging you to give in to your new instincts in exchange for saving you from death, you know that feeling?” He didn’t want to do it to you, out of anyone not you. But you were here. You were so warm. He could smell the remnants of cologne on your skin and the beer on your breath. He could taste the ethanol in your blood.

“Then..fucking doing it..” Perhaps under different circumstances, when his mind wasn’t overtaken by the need to feed, he would have hesitated. Lacing his fingers into your hair he gave your head a tug to the side to better expose the mark he had made earlier, giving you a small taste of payback for yanking him off of you the way you had.

As he took up the space again, mouth working over the wound you couldn’t help but allow yourself to feel a sense of hedonistic pleasure from it. Adrenaline fought the pain back while your touch starved skin was ravaged by him, once the first mark at clotted he bit down again. You only had yourself to blame being the one who stopped him earlier, now in no position to do so again. You groaned in pain as he pulled out of your flesh only for a moment to come back down, doing his best to suction as much blood from the wound before lapping at it.

It wasn’t most lucrative way for him to get what he wanted but between his animalistic urges and what he had known from his horror comics you’d mentioned, it was all he knew to do in the moment. And once he had gotten enough to finally push himself away from you the both of you realized the gate had again gone dormant leaving you in the pitch black darkness once again. He could see you perfectly fine as you turned around and looked around blindly holding your tender, painful neck.

He was truly disgusted with himself, the type of shame a young boy feels the first time they touch themselves. He felt like a monster, he knew he was a monster. He wasn’t the Eddie you knew anymore and he proved it. “Eddie..?”

You felt your pockets for the lighter you’d forgotten about until then and flicked it on, holding it up as you walked forward towards the figure leaning over with his arms against the wall of the trailer, his back facing you as he attempted to heave. Before you could get close enough to reach out and touch him he spoke up. “Get the fuck away from me Y/N!”

You scoffed lightly offended at his aggressive tone, you were past being scared of him. “You already ate, Dracula. I’m not leaving you here anyways.” You had wanted to tell him to calm down, that you were the one with multiple punctures in your neck right now, but the way he was looking at you like you were the deranged one in this scenario made you hold back.

“And what, I’ll just hide in your closet during the day?” You rolled your eyes and walked over to the kitchen bar, picking up the van keys and jingling them at him. “You don’t even know if you ‘can’t go out in the sun’ yet, But I do know that you fuckin’ smell.”

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[michelle-is-writing]

Relax, Donny Donowitz

I tried my best with German in this imagine as I know a little (just basics), so if there are any corrections that need to be made, please message me! Thank you!

Warning: violence, Nazis, death, brutality with a bat, gunfire, ending is a bit NSFW 

Word count: 2.1k~

For a week, the basterds had nothing to do. The very person they were trying to find had seemingly gone on holiday, and no information on where he had travelled to was available to us. As soon as he left, it seemed as if the world itself had calmed down. The men were finally able to write and send out their letters to their mothers and loved ones at home while others were left to rest and catch up on what was going on in the world that didn't involve the ongoing war or guns.

Specifically, Donny enjoyed the first few days of freedom from his duties as we were all able to stay at a hostel for that week and rest. The hostel was run by a kind man who, come to find, also hated the current ongoing regime in his home country. Because of this, he was more than willing to help the basterds in our mission.

Donny and I both got to have breakfast with each other every morning, and later on, we had the ability to get lost in each other in nothing but the bed sheets and moonlight without the possibility of anyone walking in or complaining. In a way, we got to finally act like a normal couple for once in a very long time. It was just us to ourselves, and we weren't complaining.

However, on the fifth day of rest, Donny seemed tense, almost irritated. He woke up, sat at the breakfast table, and drank coffee with me while I jotted down status reports on the missions we completed. Being the Basterd's (I guess you could say) secretary, it was my job to do such things. I wrote down information about soldiers and their lives, mission statuses and details, and even small facts about the Basterds themselves. Being the fiancé of the infamous "Bear Jew," my job was mildly easy as my source of information was usually right beside me when given the chance.

For Donny, on the other hand, his work mostly entailed beating the enemies to a pulp with his bat in hand or just simply shooting them. It was a way for him to release any fury and anger he held, while at the same time, protect his country and everyone involved in it. The opposing side was always his target, and if he were to see any of them at any time, he would surely pull back on his trigger and release the fire held within him.

"Donny, what's the matter?" I ask him, looking up from my papers to stare at the handsome man in front of me. In his usual attire, he's hot, but when he's dressed in nothing but a simple pair of cotton pants, the matching button-up top thrown off long ago, he looks absolutely delectable.

"I work too much," he simply answers, staring down at his cup of coffee, not an ounce of sugar or cream in the dark liquid. "I'm so used ta missions and fighting that... I kinda forgot how ta relax," he adds on with a small laugh as he turns his attention to look at me.

Smiling, I ponder through my thoughts for a few seconds before standing from the table and walking over to him. As soon as I’m within arms length of Donny, he pulls me close and sits me in his lap where he immediately begins pressing feather-like kisses against the exposed skin of my arm while his rough hands dance across my bare thighs. Just like his shirt, my pants had been long forgotten about as well.

"What if we had some fun today?" I suggest, instantly receiving Donny's eager lips on my neck. Before he can fully begin in his actions, I stop him with my hand on his head and a smile on my lips. "Not that type of fun," I quickly reiterate, gaining a groan of protest from the man.

"What if we went to a field and played... baseball?" I ask him, looking down to see him with an eyebrow raised questionably.

"Baseball?" He repeats the word in a question-like voice. "I haven't played that since we were in Boston," A few seconds pass before he smiles. "Although, I guess it would fun playing with you."

Almost immediately, he stands from his chair with me still in his arms. I can't help but giggle and wrap my arms around his neck even tighter, just as he likes it. I have to enjoy these moments with Donny because I never know when I'll be able to repeat them, or if I’ll get them again. Sometimes, missions can draw on from one week to one month, and during that time, the feeling of loneliness is inevitable. When you're so used to someone's warm arms around you all the time, you can't help but yearn for that when they're away.

Getting dressed was a hassle with Donny trying to kiss me at any chance he got, but I guess it isn't any different from what he's been doing for the past few years. Before leaving, we gathered his bat (free of any enemy blood, of course) and a ball the hostel keeper had lying around. We then traveled out to a field not too far from the inn, no one else out in the field despite the sun being out and the weather pleasant. I wasn’t going to complain, however; that leaves it all to Donny and me to enjoy ourselves.

Smiling at the dark haired man, I pitch the ball to him which he skillfully hits, letting him score a home-run while I run to get the ball, ultimately running out of air as I run back. "Woo-hoo!" Donny shouts, victoriously throwing his arms in the air as he stands at the base. "Still got it, baby, yeah!"

"Oh, quiet down!" I tease him, hunching over to catch my breath as he quickly heads over to where I stand. Donny merely grins at my comment before I raise back up, still a bit out of breath. Placing my hands on my hips, I watch as Donny's smile turns into a focused frown, his eyes cast toward the forest behind me. Turning my head, I don't see anything, but my ears do catch something.

"Do you hear that?" Donny asks, receiving a nod back from me. Without a second thought, he takes my hand in his before walking toward that secluded part of the woods, not forgetting to grab his bat he dropped when he first hit the ball. Walking closer to the tall trees, I pick up more on what the noise is. It's people talking to each other in another language.

"Is that German?" Donny asks me, receiving another nod. Stopping beside a big pine, I try to listen in on the conversation. "Can you understand it?" He whispers.

"I think," I answer him. Aside from Hugo, I also serve as a translator to the Basterds for German having learned it in my youth. Leaning my head closer to sounds, I can hear the conversation more, but only bits and pieces.

"Zwei Leute,"

"Two people," I say the translation.

"Juden,"

"Jewish,"

"Feuer… Haus,"

"Fire... house,"

My eyes widening, I look back at Donny. "I think someone's talking about setting a house on fire," I tell him, his widening just like mine before he crawls through the forest with me beside him. Taking slow and quiet steps, we try to be as silent as possible as we soon find the owners of the voices. Sure enough, the two men sharing the conversation are decked out in Nazi attire, the bands on their arms giving them away immediately. As the two smoke cigars, they point out toward the part of the field that leads out to the civilian life. Looking around the rest of the woods, I don't see anyone else, and since the sun is bright out today, I'm pretty confident that the two are by themselves.

"When I say three, toss the ball in the air," Donny whispers, successfully avoiding gaining attention from the two enemies. Walking a few steps behind me, he swings his bat low to the ground as if he were readying it. "Stay there," He tells me, before counting down. "One... two... three," With the last number, emitting from his lips, he whistles loudly as I toss the ball into the air.

Right as both of the nazis turn to look at us, Donny swings his bat at the ball, successfully hitting the ball and making it fly into one of the Nazi's in the head. While the first nazi stumbles backward, now unconscious, the second one reaches for his gun, but he's too slow as Donny wastes no time in running up and hitting the man in the stomach before spinning and hitting him in the back of his head with the wooden instrument. Just like his fellow cretin, he falls to the ground as well, except in his case, his heart stops beating and body convulses in response to Donny's harsh hit.

Giving him one more hit on the ground, Donny moves on to the other man, turning him on his back so he can face him. Ripping the gun from the man's side, Donny tosses it over to me where I grab it and ready it, just in case. Donny then aggressively slaps the man repeatedly who wakes up on the fifth hit with a bloody nose.

"Wake up, sleepy head!" Donny taunts, the Bear Jew coming out in full force. The man holds his hands up to protect himself, making Donny laugh. "Give us your mission details, you piece of shit," Donny says to the man, only to receive a weird look. He must not speak English.

Walking up to the two, I get on the same level as Donny before holding the tip of the welrod to the man's neck, his eyes flashing in fear in response to a gun he stole being pressed against his neck. "Gib uns die stadtplan, oder wir schneiden deine kopf ab," I tell the man, speaking full German.

Eyes wide, the man shakily reaches down and takes out a piece of paper, but I can tell that isn't the map. Cocking the gun, I aim it toward his knee cap without looking and shoot, the only sound following being the man's cry of pain thanks to the gun's built-in silencer.

"Der echte eins," I demand, seeing Donny in the corner of my eye smirking.

"Kapitulation, kapitulation!" The man cries out, pulling another paper out of his jacket pocket. Yanking it from the man's grasp, I flip it open and see the familiar cities around Belgium, the Imperial Eagle stamped onto specific locations such as public buildings and flats.

"Thank you," I mutter, walking backward as I stare at the map more. Over the top of the page, my eyes catch Donny quickly break back into his badass persona before beating the nazi's face to a pulp with each brutal swing of his bat. Once he's done, he wipes the blood from his face and walks over to me where he peers down at the piece of paper in my hands.

"Can't bring you anywhere," I joke, handing him the map to look over. Smiling, I press a kiss against his lips, quickly receiving one back before he pulls me close to him. "Work just seems to follow you."

"You're the one who finds all'ar missions, baby," He responds, smirking as he kisses my cheek. "And it looks like you found the rest of 'em for all of Belgium," With the discovery, Donny seems happy and almost proud in a way. Looking back at the map with him, I find myself sighing a little. Our long weekend is over, but at the same time, the Basterds are closer to their victory, and Donny's got his mojo back.

“Just warn me next time you decide to shoot a man in front of me.” Donny’s voice breaks me away the map and over to him as he now stands behind me. I raise an eyebrow at him curiously, but he simply continues smirking before leaning his face into my neck and pressing his hips into mine, something hard and eager poking into my back. “Almost fucked you right here in the forest, babe,” I gasp, just in time for him to bite at my neck harshly. “You really have no fucking clue.”

Translations :

Gib uns die stadtplan, oder wir schneiden deine kopf ab,

Give us the map, or we rip your head off,

Der echte eins,

The real one,

Kapitulation, kapitulation!

Surrender, surrender!

Welrod: Welrod was a European gun made during the Second World War

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[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

Hi I was wondering if you could do a Victor creed x female reader where reader is a mutant just like Victor but she has the same type of abilities as he does and this is like a love story filled with fluff and smut and Victor and reader both get married after dating and have six kids three boys and three girls and they end up having mutant abilities just like their parents if this isn't too troubling for you I understand 🥰 thank you and have a wonderful day

5 Times In Time

→pairing: Victor Creed x fem!reader

→warnings: 18+ SMUT at the end, some swear words

→notes: I took a different turn with the stories but stillllll, i didn't think it would be this long, enjoy

1 Meeting him

The battlefield was scattered throughout the country. No man, woman, child, or mutant was saved from the extreme pain the villains brought upon the doomed world, even without their help. The fire rained upon Y/N skin, burning like a slight ticket to the mutant skin capable of healing every would that touched her skin. Her nails extend far beyond imagined for the average human as she runs, jumps, and kicks her enemies while leaving no head attached to the shoulders. Her eyes landed on the famous cyclops and his partner as they huddled to talk about a newly formed plan which Y/N did not know yet. 'Y/N, there's new help coming in.' Cycopls said while his red-glasses covered eyes scanned the enemies' how many?!' she waited impatiently for the answer, his pointer and middle finger shooting up '2.' he replied, 'what?! There's no way only two people will help with hoards and hoards of monsters?!' 'believe me, those two will.' behind them, the now well-known Wolverine ran towards them, followed by a black-coated figure, his claws bouncing off the red glow of the fiery skin. 'who the fuck is that?!' Y/N shouts, her anger raging. The two muscled men stop their huffs loud and heavy. 'the names Victor darlin. don't use it too much now.' with an unmistakable glimmer in his eyes, Y/N felt the same glimmer glaze in her eyes.

2 Kiss kiss

'Victor…Victor…Victor…Victor…Victor…Victor!!!' Y/N shouted in the mansion, looking for the clawed fella. Her steps throttled on the expensive white marble, her eyes locking onto the most miniature scene of a black coat disappearing into the nearest hallway. Her feet took a strong left into the hallway seeing the cool-as-ice mutant leaning on the wall, one foot up on the wall, arms crossed, and his gaze on her. 'why didn't you respond to my calling?' she huffed, inching closer within arm's reach. 'I wanted to hear you use my name, little cat.' his tongue stayed longer on the cat, making it a strong 'tt' sound, irritating her ears. 'I told you don't call me that.' 'But you have no hero name, little cat. What should I call you then.' 'My name…Y/N.' she paused, feeling his hand grab hers, gently pulling her closer to him. 'You are cute when you huff and puff, similar to the wolf from little red riding hood.' Victor whispered, his lips staying on her right ear 'the wolf ate the grandma and little red. I did not eat anyone.' she responded, her hands staying on his muscular chest, feeling his heart beating steadily. 'Can I eat you?' he pulls back his lips in a wickedly naughty smile uncovering his white beastly teeth. 'We can make a deal. We are both reasonable, right?' y/n answered with a question, feeling a strong urge to kiss his lips. inching closer and closer their lips…'No kissing!' a voice erupted. The pair turned to see a small, mean student looking at them both. Victor turns to his girl and says loud enough. 'Y/N, what's the time?' ' 1 pm. Why?' looking back at the kid, he answers, 'Lunchtime.' The child's eyes open in shock, running to get cover and leaving the couple alone again as they continue their interrupted moment.

3 I wanna make it pop, pop

'Vic, come on, we are late. We will miss it.' y/n shouted at the mutant as she stood at the top of the hill, waiting for her protector to catch up with her. 'Darlin, you may be younger, but I am over 134 years old. I am an old man. Give me a break!' he retorted as he finally reached her. huffing out, Y/N sits on the blanket, pulls the man down, and sits next to each other 'If we missed it, you are sleeping on the couch for the next five weeks, no negotiation.' 'it's just fireworks!' 'Yeah, but it's only once a year, and I haven't seen it live yet. I want to see it with you.' Victor leans on her, his hands caressing her tight 'Is that so?' 'Not going to work, Creed. Now stop. It's starting.' The frameworks sound first and pop off the explosion of colors, sizes, and shapes. The midnight sky colors itself with the iridescent light sparks letting the people and mutants below enjoy the view that was present once a year. Victor stops to gaze at the sky and looks at his love, her eyes mirroring the scene unfolding between them, his heart rumbling and talking to him in the form of a robust crescendo-like heartbeat rhythm. His hands find the back pocket, and he presents it to her. She looks down for a wink and witnesses a ring. she looks at him, her gaze holding thousands of questions. 'I wanted to pop this question from the moment I kissed you. What do you say, little cat? Can I call you my wife?' 'Only if I can call you daddy in 9 months.' she pulls his hand, letting it rest on her stomach. 'You just made me the happiest in all my lifetime.'

4 2+1=4?

'I am not popping any more kids for you, Creed. The twins are more than enough!' Victor laughed at his wife's statement walking closer to her and pecking her expecting lips. 'However, will I change your mind, my little cat?' Punching his chest, she answers, 'By stopping calling me little cat, I am your wife, call me appropriately.' 'You have a punch…wife. But still, the twins are now 3, and we might as well have at least one more kid so they can have each other to lean on.' 'Are you talking about your kids? the same ones that ate sand yesterday! Those are your stupid gens. I will die happily enough knowing that they will learn how to use scissors not and adequately stab each other. Plus, I was delivering them for …' '12 hours. I know I was there with you every second of it. I messaged your stomach, was there when you had contractions, and fed you.' He cut her off, holding his stance towards his love. 'Congrats, you did the bare minimum while I was doing the most brutal stuff ever.' 'You really are something, wife. So feisty and stubborn.' he leans down to kiss her forehead, his hands caressing her back. 'I do love that. Especially in the bedroom.' his voice purred, and Y/N felt her knees go weak at the sounds. 'Well, I guess… maybe one more could be good…' she whispered, her cheek heating up.

5 Home Run

The bed creaked, and the sound of harsh skin slapping was heard. Y/n's head was on the pillow, her teeth biting the plush material, her hands holding onto the sheets as her mate rutted in her. His hips snapped back and forward, his pace slowly getting sloppier and slower, finishing in her. Victor looks at his woman, her skin, her eyes watering, and her lisp so damn kissable. Leaning down, he steals kisses from her, his tongue playing with hers as he massages her stomach, pulling slowly out. 'You think this is it?' he hushed; Y/N chuckled. 'Well, even if it didn't, I would mind repeating this. You always get so possessive when you want to breed me.' 'Have you seen yourself, pretty girl? That's the effect you have on me, and there is no medicine for it but just to fuck you and breed you.' Y/N looked at her big bad wolf, kissing his lips, her hands trailing all over his chest and arms, stopping at his left hand on the wedding band. 'You promised, remember?' 'You think I would break my promise to you? Never, I will kiss, lick, protect and fuck you until the end, sweetheart.' 'Damn right.'

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[imagineanime2022]

Perfect Pair *Part 3*

Kalluto Zoldyck (Platonic) X Reader

Word Count: 1207

Requested: Anon

Request: Can we have a part 3 for Perfect Pair please?

*Part 2*

“I hear you have a new job.” You smiled as you looked at Kalluto. “Yeah… They want me to infiltrate the Phantom Troupe.” He answered, you looked at him. “You want to do it?” You asked. “Yeah.” He answered “I want to do it.” “Alright, fine.” You pulled a little device out of your pocket, if you ever need someone to help you, get you out of there, you press this button and I’ll come get you okay?” You asked. “There will be no need for that.” Your father spoke from behind you. “You’ll be going with him.” “Why is that?” You asked. “You’ll be there for us, you’re an insurance policy.” Your Father explained as he looked at your younger brother “your only job is to get your brother back here if the job goes wrong.” “Yes sir.” You nodded. “Now both of you get this mission done and come home.” Your father ordered.

When you found the Spiders in Yorknew City they were 3 members short but they were still cautious as you had expected after what Hisoka had done to them. “Why would you want to join us?” Phinks asked as he looked at you. “You're the Spiders aren’t you supposed to be all about family?” You asked, stepping slightly in front of your little brother. “Very funny.” Feitan glared at you and you winked. “You're gonna want to stop reaching for that knife.” You warned him. “Or what?” He asked. “Well since you asked.” You pulled your gun out so fast that none of them had time to register what happened and then you fired, the nen bullet hit Feitan and he stopped moving, eyes glazing over “now whatever you were thinking of doing to me and my brother, do to your friends.” Feitan started attacking the others and Phinks looked at you. “What did you do?” He asked. “Nothing that can’t be reversed as long as you let us join.” You smirked as you raised the gun again pointing it at Machi. “Enough.” Phinks ordered “You're in.” “Good stuff.” You smirked as you holstered the gun again and the control was broken. “Word of advice: don't threaten my brother or I’ll kill you all member or not.” You gently guided Kalluto away from them to sit him down and they all watched you both, it was weird out of all the Zoldycks they had never seen or heard of either one of you and yet they could see that you’d protect each other or die trying.

It was a couple of weeks before you ended up seeing any real action and it was in the Greed Island video game, where Kalluto was using his ability to track the Nen exorcist. “He’s here.” You mumbled, you were sat on the floor next to Kalluto, your gun unholstered and resting over your raised knee. “Well there goes my entrance.” Hisoka appeared from the trees as you rolled your eyes. “No wonder Illumi works with you.” You mumbled as you looked back over at the Nen user you all had been tracking. “Now what is that supposed to mean?” He asked, a smirk on his face as he stepped closer. “It means you both enjoy showing off, it’s fucking annoying.” Your voice lowered at the end of the sentence, losing interest in the conversation fast. “So this is my replacement?” Hisoka asked. “No, the little one is your replacement.” Phinks corrected him, you glared at him and it almost dared him to move forward. “Is that so?” Hisoka asked as he looked over at Kalluto. “Can we get this over with, none of us particularly like him and I have an itchy trigger finger.” You informed them. “So we’ve heard, many times before.” Machi muttered and you rolled your eyes. “You seem bored.” Hisoka mused and you narrowed your eyes. “What does that have to do with you?” You asked. “I’m sure I could provide some entertainment.” He mumbled letting his nen flow freely in the space. “Careful what you wish for, they need you to take the Nen exorcist to Chrollo, so how about you do your job and you might get something that you want.” You pointed your gun to the clearing that you had been watching for hours while you waited for him “now go do the job that you have been hired for.”

It was after the incident with the Chimera Ants that you both actually met Chrollo and upon his return, the rest of the spiders became a little more relaxed and left the protective role to their leader “So you are the two members that helped to get my nen back?” He asked, taking note of your position in front of your brother. “I won’t hurt him, you don’t have to hide him.” “Forgive me if I don’t believe someone known for a silver tongue.” You said, he smirked as he leant on his knuckle looking down at you. “You're smarter than you look.” Chrollo complimented and you rolled your eyes. “Helps with my job.” You grumbled as Kalluto pulled on your trouser leg and you glanced back at him but his eyes were pointedly forward. He pulled on your left leg, your eyes shifted to the left side of the room where Feitan was lingering. “Any reason that he looks ready to take my throat out?” “He’s wary of your unpredictable nature.” Chrollo answered “they’ve found that you would do anything to protect your brother.” “Wouldn’t we all?” You asked. “Then protect him.” He ordered, it was an attack from three sides, Chrollo leaned back in his seat as you glared at him, your gun was unholstered in less then a second as you shot at Machi approaching from behind you, Kalluto moved behind you back to back as you stepped together never once breaking apart, he used serpent dance to injure Phinks as you secure your hold on Machi. “Do I need to give her the order to kill someone or are you done with your test?” You asked. “Enough.” Chrollo ordered, both the men eased up and you turned to Kalluto checking him over. “You're okay?” You asked. “Fine.” He answered as you looked at him before turning to Chrollo. “Release her.” Chrollo ordered. “I will but if any harm ever comes to him your healer will be the first to go, I promise you this.” You holster your gun after that and crouching in front of Kalluto. “You still want to stay?” You asked and he nodded silently “I assume there is still a place for him here?” “For both of you.” Chrollo corrected. “Your loyalty to your brother is something I admire and your ability mirrors that of a member that we have lost, there is a place for both of you.” “Then for now it is settled.” You nodded “we’ll keep to ourselves until you need us.” “As you wish.” Chrollo nodded before you left.

Chrollo watched you leave wondering just what it was about you that intrigued him, he knew your family, how they treated each other but you and your brother were different, loyal to each other, protective of each other, while you protected Kalluto, he protected you.

The perfect pair.

*Part 4*

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[i-am-a-bad-influence-writes]

Sunlight – A complete history of the pale elf and the hero 

[Half of the book is stuff you've heard before. All glorious tales of famous battles, wonderful allies, and deals gone wrong. Halfway through the book, the tone shifts, and you land on this page after which the book becomes a compilation of stories told at the campfire.] 

Down in Baldur's gate, at the edge of the city, is a strange house. The shutters seem permanently shut and the couple, seemingly getting paler and paler as the years come by, only go out at night. Only go out together. Truth be told, the people know of his past. They know of his years of torturous being, his year returned to the light of day, and the subsequent taking of the ability to live in the sun once again. And them, well, they are a hero. Thus, no one cares for the two people living in the strange house at the edge of Baldur's gate. They've well deserved their rest and freedom, even if they only spend it in the darkness of the night.  Though they spend their life quietly, they invite everyone over for drinks every once in a while, when their friends are in Baldur's gate. They call it "camp nights" and light a fire in their backyard while the famous bard Alfira plays the night away. As a little jab, she always ends the night on the son she wrote of the main guests of the party each and every time. It is a grim reminder of what the group of friends left behind to fight for the freedom of all, yet, the group always sings alone with glee. It seems they've gotten past the grim mourning of lost memories and getting used to battle scars.  Tonight seems a different kind of camp night. There's a nostalgic blanket over the whole get together and Tav shares stories she's never told before. Gruesome stories that she seemingly finds humour in after all these years. Arabella, a Tiefling who mastered the weave after spending time at the heroes camp, tries to scribble along with the stories hoping to eternalize as much of this history as she possibly can. The pale elf is nowhere to be found; neither is the owlbear Tav called Honey as a tribute to her friend Halsin.  The pale elf is known to curl up to the owlbear in the huge shed and read when everything gets too much but this is usually at the end of the night, not when the night has barely begun. A few guests seem to worry, but before anyone can question Tav on her partner's absence he comes out of the shed and mingles among the crowd. Something you will only find in Arabella's report of the night is that it looked like he had been crying.  In hindsight, most who attended the "camp night" think he might have been writing the following letter. It was found on the porch next morning next to Tav, who had seemingly passed just after first sunlight. The letter was opened, suggesting Tav might have read it before they took their last breath. 

My darling, my soulmate, my sun, 

Our time has been too short in every sense of the word. My mind may wish we had met before I was turned into what I am today, but I know I would not have appreciated what I had at that young age as I could in these years.  This day was bound to come as you are mortal and I am not. As much as I hate that the moment is now, we both knew this day would come sooner than we'd both like. When you told me you felt like your body was failing you, I made peace with passing with you. I've feared the sun for so many years but not today, not tomorrow, not whenever you decide to go.   You have told me you would like us to experience one last sunrise together and I have decided that that is to happen. I will sit beside you, as I have a million times at camp, and bask in the glorious sunlight with my arms around you. Though it was a joke before, I do realize that I never lied a word when I said "when you go, I go." My mind is at peace knowing we will spend our last moments together.  Though I do think we should have discussed vampirism again before we got to this point, I do truly believe that this is good for us. I do not want to be alive forever, I just want to be with you. 

Two hundred years of shit seems like nothing compared to the days spend in the glorious light of your smile, my darling. 

Love, 

Astarion 

Masterlist

Writer's note: I wrote this on, like, six beers and in less than an hour. It is not beta read. Now go cry.

Based on this lil fanart Hamrikaa made which made me ugly cry on the bus.

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[autisticsupervillain]

It's Fictional Throwdown Friday!

This Week's Fighters...

Ruphire vs Rosemary!

Conditions:

Speed Equalized. Garnet starts the fight unfused. Pre-Rainbow Drinker Kanaya is used, but she is allowed to come back as one if killed. Rose is not Grimdark or God Tier.

Scenario:

Ruby and Sapphire happen to be going on a date at the same place Rose and Kanaya are. The two couples strike up conversation, but when Kanaya mentions how much she loves her "diamond", or moirail, Ruby takes it the wrong way and punches her, starting a brawl.

Right off the bat, I'm going to apologize for posting this before the polls finished. When I saw the "week" option on the poll creator, I was thinking school week, I intended for the results to be in by now and that just didn't happen. I'll add those results to this post when the poll actually ends.

Analysis: Garnet

To anyone in the audience who is currently in a stable relationship: how did it feel to fall in love? What was it like to look at someone and realize that you want to spend the rest of your life with them? Because today's combatants know first hand that love is strong enough to change your life, and your future, forever.

Thousands of years ago, long before nearly all of human history would come to pass, the Earth was visited by the genocidal Gem Empire, headed by the Great Diamond Authority. Mankind would've been wiped out right there, if not for the revolution of Rose Quartz. Faced with a genuinely capable opponent for the first time in its history, Blue Diamond herself was forced to go to Earth to confront the threat directly. With her, she took a seemingly insignificant Ruby and Sapphire, completely unaware as to how the events that transpire there will change their lives forever.

Blue Diamond had intended to use Sapphire's precognitive abilities to outwit Rose Quartz and indeed, Sapphire did forsee a future where exactly that happened. The problem is, that future relied on her being put in harms way, and Ruby would not have that. Just as Sapphire was about to be struck down, Ruby lunged in to save her, inadvertently fusing with Sapphire in the process.

Thus was the fusion known as Garnet born. Of course, Blue Diamond would never show mercy towards an "off-color" fusion, so Garnet had little choice but to sign up with Rose Quartz's rebellion. Since then, she's become the defacto leader of the Crystal Gems, following Rose Quartz's death, saving the world alongside her two fellow surviving rebels, Amethyst and Pearl.... and Steven.

Individually, Ruby and Sapphire are among two of the weakest gems out there. Sapphire is an aristocrate not built for direct combat, while Ruby is a disposable foot soldier. Despite that, both of them are still clearly superhuman. Sapphire herself is strong enough to hit a baseball into the atmosphere, parting the nearby clouds with a force equivalent to 485 tons of tnt. And Ruby should be easily comparable to if not superior than her, being an actual soldier.

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Moreover, their abilities, while basic by gem standards, are still far above an average humans. They have all the basics (hard light bodies, can only be destroyed by breaking their gemstone, automatically adjusts to gravity, etc), as well as a few unique perks. Sapphire, for example, can freeze things on contact and even create winter storms, while Ruby's fire and heat can vaporize an entire pool in seconds. Scaling to other rubies, she should be capable of withstanding extreme heat as well, such as Navy tanking atmospheric re-entry.

Of course, they truly shine when they're fused together as Garnet, taking all of their abilities and increasing them exponentially. For example, Sapphire's future vision only saw one possible timeline, which meant that her visions aren't always accurate and can be thrown off by outside factors she can't possibly know about. Like, well, Ruby. Garnet's future vision, however, gives her a whole sea of possible futures, allowing her to steer the ship, as it were, and try and guide herself towards the best possible outcome. It's still not perfect, she's precognitive, not omniscient, and it can still be thrown off by outside factors she simply doesn't know about.

Moreover, she's easily far stronger than Ruby and Sapphire combined, capable of breaking Peridot's escape pod in half with ease. The same escape pod that survived atmospheric re-entry, generating a kinetic energy of over 142 kilotons in the process.

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And that's on top of being able to no-sell lightning, fire her gauntlets like a homing rocket, and even conduct electricity through her hands.

All that said, she's not unstoppable. As a fusion, Garnet basically is the relationship between Ruby and Sapphire, and a major blow to their relationship can unfuse her. And, as a result of being fused all the time, Sapphire and Ruby can be rather codependent at times, needing to literally put their heads together to solve more seriously problems or realize when they've screwed up.

Still, Garnet's one the Crystal Gems' heaviest hitters. Even if she's not the strongest, she's easily Stronger Than You.

Analysis: Rosemary

So, who was the first crush you had when you were younger? A classmate maybe? Or maybe something more... fantastical? There is most definitely a demographic of teens who have crushes on monsters and magical creatures, so what was yours? A vampire? An alien?

Well, Rose Lalonde is not your average teenager. Why have a crush on an alien or a vampire when you can date someone whose both?

On the surface, you'd be forgiven for thinking Rose Lalonde and Kanaya Maryam would never even meet. One is an alien troll from a colonialism empire while the other is a young girl with a love for psychology and eldritch horror. But, fate finds a way. See, when Kanaya and her friends play a little game called SGRUB, they wound up creating the human universe that Rose and her friends live in. The team's leader, Karkat, was so enraged by the comfy life style that the humans led, that he commanded all his friends to harass them over the internet.

Well, I say commanded. Karkat didn't really have any of the respect or authority necessary to do that, so most of his friends just ignored him. This did, however, get Kanaya and Rose to start talking to each other and the two hit it off pretty well from there. What certainly helped was, due to the time space fuckery of Paradox Space, Kanaya had been reading about how Rose's SBURB playthrough long before she ever met Rose, so she did hold a certain amount if respect for her going in.

As Kanaya watched Rose progress on her journey, their relationship deepened and eventually blossomed into something more.

As people who were predestined to play SBURB, Rose and Kanaya excel far beyond the norm of their species. Firstly, both of them are immensely superhuman, even relative to other trolls. Not only can both fight building sized monsters with ease, but they were both able to survive being born as SBURG Players in the first place. See, when SBURB Players are born, they're actually cloned in a lab, before being sent to their home planets on the backs of meteors as infants. Rose's meteor in particular hit with enough force to complete annihilate the Crocker Corp building, roughly 567 tons of TNT.

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And, as players of a video game, they both have a video game style leveling system and inventory. The Echeladder allows them to level up by fighting or even just by doing random things, ensuring that they'll always be getting faster and stronger all the time. Meanwhile, their Specibus gives them a hammerspace inventory that lets them store a wide array of fantastical items and weapons on them at all times and pull them out of absolutely nowhere.

In Rose's corner, we have two knitting needles, which she has tied to string so she can use them as a pair of makeshift whips, hooks, and chains like a 13 year old lesbian Kratos. She'd later enhance these with straight up magic to turning them into razor sharp magic wands, allowing her to caste giant death beams, fly, and curse pieces of technology to explode even when they're in a completely different universe. And in Kanaya's corner, we have a tube of lipstick that transforms into a giant chainsaw. Perfect for all your imp slaughtering and fish gutting needs.

And as SBURB Players, they both have, or rather, had access to Sprites. Summonable helpers ment to guide Players through SBURG as vaguely as possible, these glowing orbs absorb anything and anyone who touches them for too long, taking on all their attributes and combining their minds. These critters can go intangible at will and freely fly, as well as use all the powers of whatever they've absorbed. Kanaya's sprite died long before she ever met Rose, but Rose can still summon hers with the Pendant that all Players get after reaching a certain level on the Echeladder. This gives Rose access to Jaspersprite.... Jasper as in her cat, not the Steven Universe lady.

Their deadliest tool does not come from their SBURB weapons, however. It comes from Kanaya's biology. If Kanaya dies, she will come back to life as a Rainbow Drinker, an alien vampire! As a Rainbow Drinker, Kanaya is completely immune to Alternia's blistering sun, which otherwise incinerates any troll that steps in its sun light, and becomes strong enough to kick Gamzee Makara in the nuts so hard he goes flying fifty feet.

Gamzee is considerably stronger than Sollux, as he did more damage to the Black King in one attack than Sollux could do with a constant barrage. Sollux was powerful enough to redirect meteors just as big as, if not bigger than the one that crushed Jade's island, which had a kinetic energy of 3 exatons of tnt. After all, The Reckoning throws bigger meteors the longer it goes on, and this meteor was an early one in the barrage. By this scaling chain, Rainbow Drinker Kanaya should be immensely stronger than said meteor.

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Of course, this power couple isn't invincible. Kanaya can be a bit of a doormat at times, someone who struggles to confront her friends on their issues or behavior. Rose, meanwhile, has a lot of pent up emotional trauma stemming from her drunken mother, which would result in her resorting to alcholism later in life.

Despite this, though, Rose and Kanaya are Homestuck's original power couple. May the Horrorterrors have mercy on your soul.

Throwdown Mashup:

Throwdown Breakdown:

This is a fairly complex matchup with a lot of moving parts to it, so let's dissect this.

I think it's pretty open shut that Rose and Kanaya beat Ruby and Sapphire. While the Gems are considerably more skilled and experienced, Rosemary is stronger and more varied, and they'll only be getting even stronger as the fight progresses. And while Gems can always just come straight back from most substantial injuries, I don't think they'll be abled to come back from inside a Sylladex. After all, Rose and Kanaya come from a video game world where enemies disappear and drop gem like loot all the time, their first instinct would probably be to pick it up.

Garnet is a different story though. Fusing into Garnet is likely to be one of the first things Ruphire would do in any serious fight scenario and she is much too strong for Rosemary to straight up hurt. One kiloton is one thousands tons, so she's literally thousands of times stronger.

Granted, Rainbowdrinker Kanaya is even stronger (that meteor calc is stronger than where most calcs put the Diamonds mind you, let alone Garnet), but that would require Kanaya to die and she won't. Garnet would just lightly tap her on the head to knock her out, it's completely against her character to kill someone and she has enough control and discipline to not do so accidentally. The problem is Rose.

Simply put, Rose can fly. Garnet can't. And while Garnet has ranges options, being in the air gives Rose infinite directions with which to dodge her rocket fists and shapeshifting, as well as the range to just stay out of her reach entirely. If she can cast curses from universes away, she can fly back however far she needs to. And while she can't directly hurt Garnet back, she does still have a win condition. Jaspersprite.

While Garnet is strong enough to knockout tao Jaspersprite too, she'd have a hell of a time doing that to something that can phase right through her fists. And if she ever does make contact, she runs the risk of unwittingly becoming GarJaspersprite. Which is something that she wouldn't know about and her future vision wouldn't predict because she doesn't know anything like Sprites exists, similar to how she got hit by Jasper's (the gem, not the cat) destabilization weapon because she didn't know what it was and her future vision didn't warn her.

So Garnet is defeated by forced fusion. The cruel irony is laid on thick. I guess this time Jasper was Stronger Than You.

This Throwdown's Winner is...

Rosemary!

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[mischievous-serpent]

Stepping Out of the Shadows

Summary: After leaving the safety of her apartment to buy a cold drink, Y/n gets caught in the middle of a battle between her HYDRA teammates and two of the Avengers.

Words: 817

Chapter 2 (See Masterlist for all chapters.)

***Y/n's POV***

I wake up the next morning to the sun seeping through the blinds of my tiny window. I sigh and slowly make my way into the small kitchen located in the corner of my apartment. I've never lived anywhere too nice before because my job requires keeping on the down-low. I'm grateful for what I have, though, because I owe HYDRA everything.

I still have a couple hours before the HYDRA agents come to pick up the hard drive, so I decide to go get a coffee from the little coffee shop near my apartment. I quickly take a shower and change into denim shorts, a f/c short sleeve shirt, and black and white tennis shoes. After pulling my hair into a ponytail, I leave my apartment. (If you have sort hair, you just leave it down.)

It's a somewhat chilly morning and the heat from the sun feels good on my face. The distant sound of the birds chirping their morning tunes drifts through the air. I start whistling along as I make my way down the dirt path.

As I open the door to the coffee shop, the ringing of the bell signals my arrival. "Good morning, Y/n," Macey, the owner of the coffee shop greets.

"Good morning, Macey. How has your morning been so far?" I ask her in a polite fashion.

"It's been slow. Most people don't come until later in the day. What can I get you today?" she questions.

"I'll have my usual," I respond with a smile.

"One large caramel iced coffee coming up," she announces as she begins to make it.

Five minutes later, I'm happily sipping on my coffee as I head back to my apartment. I'm about to turn the corner when a blast goes off a few feet away from me. The side of the building crumbles as I quickly move out of the way. Large boulders from the building hit the ground in the exact spot I was standing a second ago.

I let out a sigh of relief before turning around to see what the cause of the ruckus is. Two agents of HYDRA are standing in the middle of the street holding guns. I recognize the guns to be the special ones that HYDRA designed themselves. Instead of shooting normal bullets, the guns shoot balls of energy. They can be quite powerful and extremely dangerous if someone gets hit with one of them. I realize that these are the two agents that are supposed to retrieve the hard drive from me.

I hear the agents shouting at someone, and I look up to see Iron Man. Standing below him on the ground is Captain America. "Didn't your mothers teach you manners? It's not nice to shoot at someone before introducing yourself first," Captain America taunts. The HYDRA agents shoot at him, and he uses his shield to block the energy before tossing it like a frisbee. His shield ends up bouncing off of a street lamp and knocks my coffee out of my hands.

Now I'm pissed. "Hey! Over here, Mr. Star Spangled Banner!" I shout before using my own magical abilities to send a burst of blue energy his way. He barely manages to dodge now that he no longer has his shield.

"Hey, kid!" Iron Man shouts before firing his blasters at me. I use my magic to create a dome to protect myself from the blast. He doesn't let up on his attacks, though, and it becomes harder to keep the dome up. I glance behind me to see that Captain America has managed to get his shield back and has defeated both HYDRA agents.

Captain America and Iron Man are standing on either side of my dome. I push my hands forward, which causes my dome to shatter. I then summon two more balls of energy and send them flying at the two self proclaimed heroes. Using the distraction to give myself time to escape, I take off running as soon as my energy blasts hit the ground. I keep running through different alleyways without looking back until I come to a dead end.

I quit running right before I slam into a wall. Panting and dropping to my knees because of all the energy I spent, I take a couple of seconds to collect myself. I'm about to stand up and leave, when something drops onto my back, pinning me down. I crane my neck up to see Captain America holding me down.

Iron Man appears in front of me and retracts his mask. "What do you think, Tony? Is she brainwashed?" Captain America asks.

"Considering she was using magic and helping HYDRA, I'm going to go with yes," Tony sarcastically remarks. His eyes widen when he notices my bracelet. "That's the bracelet the thief that broke into my lab was wearing!"

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[fairy-writes]

Hello!

I hope I’m not bothering you, but I would like to ask for a Case Study of Vanitas, BSD, and JJK platonic matchup please :)

I don’t really care about the gender

I think I’m sorta awkward. I don’t like to antagonize people and I avoid hard stuff if I can. I enjoy goofing off and making weird comments but I’m worried about when is an appropriate time to do so. I’m usually pretty quiet most of the time, but I become very chatty when I’m talking about something I’m interested in. I like to act dramatic occasionally. My opinions on some things are easily influenced while others will never change. I procrastinate a lot, and I value having a good time over most other things.

Some of my hobbies include reading, watching anime, drawing, writing, and browsing through YouTube.

I like space (black holes especially), coming up with imaginary scenarios in my head, anime, setting things on fire (only paper and stuff like that), and being in weird positions

I don’t like boring/tedious things, time, the dark, drama/arguments between friends, and spiders

I’m a Ravenclaw, around 5 feet exactly, probably pan, and I’m fine with all pronouns but mostly use she/they

Thanks!

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Hello, seashell lovely! I hope you like your matchups! I had a lot of fun doing them!

The Case Study of Vanitas Matchup: I pair you with… Jeanne!

You and Jeanne can be awkward together! However, she’s a little less awkward than you and isn’t afraid to step up and take charge if it needs it. You really draw her out of her shell, and the two of you can talk for HOURS about anything and everything! She asks for your help with dealing with her feelings about Vanitas, and you ask her for help with making weird comments!

I see Jeanne as a Gryffindor! So the two of you make a great couple of both brains AND bravery! She’s also a little taller than you at 5’3”! The two of you read together a lot, her with mostly nonfiction with the occasional romance sprinkled in there (She claims it’s so she can handle her growing feelings for Vanitas).

Bungou Stray Dogs Matchup: I pair you with… Kunikida Doppo!

Kunikida is more confident and definitely not awkward unless put in awkward positions and situations. He’s confident in his abilities, and his personality shows that, but he’s not cocky! He urges you to try hard things because, oftentimes, they are more rewarding than easy things. 

The two of you bond over reading and writing! Kunikida writes in his notebook (of course), and you in your own notebook! He actually gets you your very own notebook like his as a surprise gift! He keeps a fire extinguisher around whenever you light things on fire just for fire safety purposes. He’s also a fellow Ravenclaw! So Ravenclaw buddies!

Jujutsu Kaisen Matchup: I pair you with… Itadori Yuji!

Literally the best friend someone could have. Like I’m not even kidding, Itadori would be such a fun friend. He’s the perfect mixture of goofy and awkward and funny. He only antagonizes people if he’s trying to save someone else but other than that, he doesn’t intentionally tease people (unless it’s Fushiguro).

The two of you watch anime together! He’s more into shonen anime and shorter ones at that. He doesn't like long ones like One Piece or Dragon Ball Z. They’re too long for his simple brain to handle. Space museum hangouts! He loves learning about space just as much as you, so it’s a mutual interest! As a Gryffindor, he balances you out quite nicely! Fushiguro makes the joke that you’re the brains and Itadori is the brawn :)

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[abbatoirablaze]

The Understudies, Chapter 2

Word Count:  1.4k

Warnings:  mentions of experiments on children developing superpowers, slight angst.

November 1993—

From the Journal of Reginald Hargreeves

I have a concise list of all of the children’s powers.  While I will continue to mention them by number, Grace has expressed an interest in naming the children. While I have allowed this into her programming, I have asked that she refrain from calling them by name in front of me.  I do not want to confuse my science with meaningless jibber jabber.  I have ranked them on the importance, willingness to use them, and obedience to me: 

Luthor (#1)--Exceptional feats of strength and durability.

Diego (#2)—Can manipulate objects which he throws.  Can hold breath for an unlimited amount of time.  Longest test period was over 4 hours.

Allison (#3)—Can manipulate people to do what she wants; has to say, ‘I heard a rumor.’

Klaus (#4)—communicates with the dead. 

Tyler (#5)—Can create temporary portals to manipulate space/projects himself through them.

Benjamin (#6)—tentacles protrude from his stomach.  Unsure on where it comes from, but they are destructive. 

Michael (#10)—Manipulates water/ice.

Justin (#11)—manipulates fire/heat.

Leah (#12)—Sonic scream. 

Vanya (#7)—Can manipulate airwaves.  She does not communicate but has used powers when banging on pots and pans or clapping hands.  Music can possibly channel it. 

Danielle (#8)—Echo location.  Manipulates light/absorbs it.

Sonny (#9)—Manipulates electricity/currents. 

Sasha (#13)—Can shapeshift into other people.

Brianna (#14)—as of yet, nothing. 

While I do believe that numbers seven and eight could be higher on the list, they are both unwilling to comply with my tests.  Number six is far too unstable to be higher on my list, and while number five could be further ahead he tends to throw tantrums whilst we test and that coupled with his stubbornness is causing his powers to be less than what they could.  Number two and one are very competitive with one another.  Both vie for the opportunity to lead.  This could be a good thing for them so that they develop. 

I fear as though I may have to encourage number three to remove their memories of seven and eights’ abilities if they continue on the destructive paths. 

As for my original picks of one and fourteen, I feel let down in regard to their powers.  While fourteen is always the first to pick up on things as far as schoolwork or self-defense classes, her powers are non-existent and she is undoubtedly the weakest of the group physically.

It’s upsetting.  I truly believed she would be at the top with one and that they would lead The Umbrella Academy together. I wish I were able to transfer eights powers into her, but my research leaves me unable to do that.  I don’t even believe that number three would be able to rumor that.  I fear as though I will have to have to utilize number three for fourteen as well. 

October 1994,

It’s happened. 

Something is happening.

I attempted to use The Rumor, number three, on number 14, just as I had on number seven, but it appears as though she’s immune to manipulation.  The powers bounced back to number three, and she started sputtering on her words.  It was almost as though she felt her own effects.  It only lasted a few days to where I asked her to rumor something into reality and she couldn’t, but I think fourteen’s powers are about to manifest. 

She’s become violently ill though. 

It worries me. 

She has been kept in the lab for nearly a week, but her vitals skyrocket, then plummet.  Something is trying to cover up her abilities, and it looks like while they are losing, it may kill her in the end. 

I cannot let that happen. 

I must do more research.  The power just went out.  I must check on her. 

1994—Number 8’s POV

“Papa it hurts,” she cried.  Grace stood over her bed with a candle, looking at Reginald.  Fourteen kept whimpering and holding her stomach.  I rolled my eyes, “papa…make it stop.”

Getting your powers wasn’t this bad. 

“Pogo take fourteen down to the basement where number seven is.  Both are sick and need to be quarantined from the other children.”

“Yes sir,” Pogo nodded.  Grace untucked her and Pogo took her from the bed.  The two of them began walking out of the room. 

“I know you’re awake,” he said in a voice filled with hate, “were you just going to let her cry all night?  What if this is serious?”

“Where are you taking her?”

“To get better,” he said slowly, finally turning to me after staring at her bed for a minute, “Do you know what happened to her?”

I shook my head, sitting up from bed, “she just started crying.”

“And you didn’t get up to tell us?”

I could hear it in his voice.  He was angry that I didn’t tell him something was going on with Brianna.  Out of all 14 of us, she was the only one Reginald cared about.  The rest of us could get sick and pass and he would only cry about her. 

“She’s your twin sister you know,” he said quickly, standing so that he was bigger than me, “what if she is really hurt?  Could you live with that?  She doesn’t have powers like you do, you know?  And she and number seven are the only ones that don’t.”

She’s not normal like seven... She’s getting her powers.  I saw her turning invisible before he showed up. 

She even froze time when I touched her hand.  We stayed in the dead space until she stopped screaming…that felt like it’d been hours, and while it probably had, time didn’t exist the same way it did here.  But now it was only whimpers. 

“She’s fine,” I muttered, pulling my blanket up to my chin and turning around so he couldn’t see my face.  I didn’t want him to read it, “leave me alone.”

I waited until he left the room and turned invisible. 

I could hear the elevator close from our floor.  I crawled out of bed, and I opened the door.  When I saw the notification on top of the elevator let us know that he had gotten to the main floor I froze time so I could run down there to meet him. 

When I got to the main floor, I passed a few of the nannies who were attempting to sneak a bottle past Pogo.  I unfroze time and the doors opened.  Reginald walked past the girls who were giggling and running into the elevator past him. 

“The two of you better behave!” he growled as the doors slammed shut.

Reginald put his monocle up and walked down to the other elevator.  This was a special elevator that required a key so that we couldn’t sneak down there.  It was the laboratory that we didn’t have access to. 

He usually only took us down there when he wanted to do his experiments on us.  He had taken seven down last week and she still had yet to return.  And while I wasn’t curious when seven disappeared down the elevator with him, now that it was Brianna I had to check.  I had to make sure that he wasn’t undoing all of the hard work I put in.  I had to make sure that he wasn’t coaxing her to betray me and tell our secret.

When the doors dinged again, I was surprised.  A long hallway stood at the door of the elevator.  There were numerous doors on each side, before finally coming to a close at a large heavy door with a light on. 

Curiosity got the better of me as I ignored Reginald turning into one of the doors. 

I made my way down to the end, feeling nervous.  Looking back down the hall I wondered if I could get this door open without anyone noticing.  Not seeing any cameras, I took my chances. 

The room was empty except for a long hollow tube in the center of it.  It looked like it was heavy…iron maybe? 

Standing inside the room I couldn’t help but shake the eerie feeling inside me. 

That’s when a small, round face appeared inside the tube.  She couldn’t see me, but I knew she felt my presence.  She put her hand on the glass, and I saw her mouth the word ‘help.’

Chapter 3

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[doorbloggr]

Wednesday 11/5/22 - Media Recommendations 33

Fire Force

Atsushi Ōkubo/David Productions

The Pitch

Fire Force is a Battle Shonen where every superpowered character and enemy monster has fire powers. Usually in Shonens, those with magical powers have a variety in element or execution, but Fire Force is built on the very simple premise that if you have powers, they will be related in some way to fire. Now this concept itself does not make for a compelling story, but it forms an interesting base for a quite interesting story.

A worldwide apocalypse has transformed the layout of the Earth, and a mass rapture-like event occurred where a majority of humanity erupted into flames and became firey zombie monsters called Infernals. Humanity still clings on in pockets around the world, and a couple hundred years after the calamity, we focus on the Tokyo Empire. Although humanity has mostly rebuilt, people will still spontaneously combust, seemingly at random, and it is the duty of the Fire Force, part fire-fighter service, part military, to put these suffering souls to rest.

Not all humans afflicted by flame go full-infernal, and many use their partially infernal blood to serve the country and protect the remains of humanity. Second-generation infernals have the ability to manipulate open flames in any form, depending on their speciality. They make good fighters and good protectors. Third generation infernals have the ability to conjure their own flames, either from their body or onto equipment they may carry, making them very intimidating in combat.

In this series, we follow Shinra, a third-generation Fire Force soldier who has the ability to burst flames from his feet, giving him super-powered kicks and the ability to fly at high speeds like a missile. Shinra's family was consumed in a fire, and he wants to protect the remainders of humanity, as a hero. He joins the newest subset of the Fire Force, Company 8, and works with them toward their goal of protecting humanity and understanding the cause of spontaneous human combustion.

My Thoughts

Fire Force is a really good action series. Like REALLY good. Fight scenes are tense, exciting, and very well animation. The colours and sound design do an amazing job of communicating the impact and power of the flames. Character designs are fun, varied, and imaginative. Since most of the involved characters are members of the Fire Force, they often have the same outfit, but through proportions, face expressions, and mannerisms, every character feels unique.

But this emphasis on action comes at a price. Talking scenes, especially season one, are flat and kinda lazy. Strategic wide shots and camera angles from the back and sides mean that you rarely see a character's face while they talk, and although this can have a positive dramatic effect at times, I found it cheap. And Fire Force has an interesting story beyond the action, so this was disappointing on first watch.

The other issue is shameless fanservice. As I discussed in Media Recommendations #32, fanservice can ruin the atmosphere of a scenario if used in the wrong place, or in Fire Force's case, too often. Tamaki is a character with an awful clumsy streak, and most scenes with her end with her tripping out of her clothes, or into other characters. Clumsy characters aren't inherently bad, but every time Tamaki turns up, it happens. It's fun at first, but the joke gets old quick.

Thankfully, both of these issues are worked on and phased out in the second season. Character driven dialogue scenes are paced and framed better, and Tamaki has like 2 or 3 arcs in a row where she never falls out of her clothes.

I will conclude this recommendation by saying that Fire Force's highs are very high, and although it's lows can be difficult at times, I think it's worth it to power through it. Obviously if the relentless fanservice is a deal breaker, don't force yourself through it, but I promise you they get better about it. At time of writing there's two 24 episode seasons and I look forward to seeing more.

#blog #blogpost #media recommendations #anime recommendations #fire force #enn enn no shouboutai #anime

[turtle-babe83]

May I request something with Turtle guys(individually) x fem reader where they cross paths with a mysterious vigilante(can be like how Raph met Casey in the 90s film where they don't get along or even fight at first lol which the reader could beat them using her abilities like in Persona 5) unaware that it's their shy and sweet best friend or crush or girl friend(your choice) reader until something causes them to find out and their reaction.

(Pretend the hair is a dark teal like Sailor Pluto from Sailor Moon lol)

Pretty please and thank you so much! 💖

I’m not familiar with Persona 5, but I think I get the gist of what you are looking for. Head canon style, per turtle, let’s go! 💙♥️💜🧡

{Side note: as I was writing, it kinda got away from me and ended up fluffy, lovey stuff. Sorry!}

Warning: Language

Leonardo

Leonardo was irked.

The last thing he expected during a skirmish with the Purple Dragons was a masked woman to swoop in and save his ass.

He heard the swoosh in the air behind him and whirled just in time to see one of the gang members crumple to the ground as you struck.

You deepened your voice to a sultry purr as you looked him over with “You’re welcome, handsome,” on your lips.

Immediately on the defensive, Leo glared and opened his mouth for a retort, but you dropped a smoke bomb and disappeared while he coughed.

After several more run-ins, Leo was getting exasperated. You wouldn’t answer any of his questions and disappeared before he could lay a hand on you.

You were hiding your identity, because if the stalwart and stern leader of the turtles knew that his girlfriend was out there kicking ass every night, he would shit bricks.

He complained to you about the ‘mystery vigilante’ on more than one occasion. You were sympathetic, of course. The picture of a supportive partner. If he only knew.

And then came the night that he found out.

You were getting ready to go, donning your mask and the outfit you typically wore. You pushed open your window and climbed out onto your fire escape, making your way to the roof.

Leo stood on the opposite roof, mouth open in shock, his plan to surprise you with flowers before he went on patrol, utterly forgotten.

No fucking way.

He took off after you, and a couple of blocks later, you realized he was behind you, and in full pursuit.

You were fast, no doubt, but he had years more training than you, and untold amounts of stamina.

He had nearly caught you when you reached the edge of another roof. Standing on the edge, you were about to leap, when he called your name.

You immediately stumbled, lost your balance, and started to topple forward.

That’s when Leo grabbed you from behind, twirling you around and smashing his lips onto yours.

You didn’t protest when his tongue pushed through, kissing him back just as eagerly.

When you both pulled apart for air, Leo gave you a stern look. “I don’t like you hiding things from me. We need to have a long talk about this after patrol tonight.”

You nodded mutely. Then he turned and took a running jump to the next building while you watched his graceful landing.

“You coming?” he called with a smirk.

You breathed a sigh of relief. This discussion was going to be tough, but at least he wasn’t trying to talk you out of it. With a grin of your own, you made the leap and kept running.

“Just try to keep up, Sensei!”

Raphael

Raphael was torn.

He had a huge crush on you, his best friend.

But there was this woman who kept showing up to all their missions, and damn if she didn’t get his blood running.

It was so damn sexy the way she fought, but not knowing anything about her was concerning.

Whereas, you, his best friend, knew him as well as his brothers, if not better.

Every time he got close, this mysterious girl would escape him.

One night, he got so frustrated, he decided to go talk with you about it. Deciding a long time ago, that you would never reciprocate his feelings, he could at least ask your opinion about the other woman.

When he showed up at your apartment, you answered the windows knock rather out of breath and sweaty.

“What’s up with ya?” Raph asked, looking over your red face and jumpy demeanor.

“Oh, just started a new workout program,” you lied. If he knew what you were really doing…well, you couldn’t let him find out. You were sure he would be pissed. He thought you were this soft, sweet thing that was too weak to fight for herself.

He rolled his eyes, “Why don’t ya just let me teach ya some moves?”

You brush him off with a dismissive hand, “What brings you by, anyway?”

Raph’s expression turned sheepish.

“Well, actually, there’s this girl.”

You froze. Oh no. Oh no, no, no. You had always been under the assumption that one day, Raph would wake up and realize that you were perfect for him. Your stomach turned sour, your eyes threatened tears, and you weren’t sure how you managed to speak. “Oh? What girl?”

Raph started pacing. Then he took a deep breath, and the words all came rushing out like the breaking of a dam. He described this masked beauty that intrigued him, impressed him, and infuriated him all at the same time.

Why wouldn’t she let him get close? Why was she on his mind so often? What should he do?

You weren’t sure whether you wanted to laugh or cry as you realized he was unknowingly talking about you.

“Is it hot in here? My face feels too hot,” he complained, then headed for your bathroom to splash cold water on his fevered skin.

You saw where he was going, but the implications did hit you until he flipped on the bathroom light.

“Raph, wait!!”

He stopped dead still in the doorway. You knew what he was looking at. Your fighting costume, on the floor. Your mask, on the sink.

“I can explain,” you whispered, feeling some of the tears spill over.

When he turned around and saw that you were crying, he gathered you up in his big arms and hugged you to his massive chest.

“It’s you,” he mumbled, “thank god, it’s you. I don’t have to decide between ya.”

You cried harder, “I was afraid you would be disappointed if you knew it was me. You’re not mad?”

Raph barked a laugh that startled you enough to stop your tears. “Mad? I wish ya’d been honest with me, and I’m not happy that yer putting yerself in danger. But I ain’t mad.”

He lifted your quivering chin, and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “We should probably talk about this,” he murmured, “but it can wait a little longer.”

You couldn’t help but agree when his lips unerringly found yours again.

Donatello

Donatello was stumped.

Mystery vigilante, female. Absolutely no info on her anywhere. She was so careful that he couldn’t even catch a glimpse of her eye color on the surveillance videos.

It was driving him nuts.

He really thought that maybe you would sympathize, but you brushed it off every time he brought it up.

That was strange. He was used to you hanging on his every word.

The thing that really concerned him was the fact that he was sure that someone was messing with his security feed.

Every time they went out in patrol, he was watching for her, waiting for her to slip up.

She fought well, and she even appeared to be fighting on the same side, but still….

Donnie couldn’t let a mystery go unsolved.

There was something familiar in the way she moved. Something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

Finally, he developed a gps tracker so tiny, it was be nearly imperceptible. Now he just had to wait until he saw her again.

A few nights later, he was rewarded with her appearance at a run-in with some thugs trying to rob a convenience store.

Donnie hung back in the shadows, letting the others take point, while he placed the minuscule gps in his pea shooter, and blew at her back.

He wasted no time activating the device, and when she disappeared this time, he was able to follow.

Leo went with Don as they followed her tracker on his smart watch.

Raph and Mikey waited for the police with the wannabe robbers restrained.

Donnie grew concerned as he realized the tracker was leading them close to your apartment. And when they crept through the alley below your window, watching as the ‘mystery lady’ lifted your window and climbed in, Leo patted him on the shoulder.

“I think you should talk to her before I do,” he said, taking a step back. “I’ll inform the others.”

Donnie sighed. Climbing the fire escape, he tried to think of what to say. He didn’t even knock on the window, just lifted it and climbed in.

You poked your head out of your bedroom, surprise evident on your face. “Donnie! I wasn’t expecting you. Is everything alright?”

“I know,” he said simply. “I know it’s you, but what I don’t know is why you kept it from us. From me!”

You gulped. Shit. Well, if that cat was out of the bag, may as well yank the other out too.

“I knew you wouldn’t approve. But I also knew that you wouldn’t catch on that it was me. You get so wrapped up in your projects, you don’t really notice me usually.”

You paused to take a deep breath, and he shook his head to disagree. “I always notice you. I may not say much, but having you there with me, keeping me company, it comforts me.”

Reaching for you, Donnie pulled you into a tight hug, kissing the top of your head.

“I’m actually quite impressed with how you eluded me. However, you have to deal with Leo now,” he told you.

You looked up, feeling better about things, and murmured some of his own words back, “Well, as long as you keep me company, I’ll be alright.”

Michelangelo

Michelangelo was in love.

She was sexy, she was cool, she was…well, he didn’t know who she was.

Every time she showed up at the scene, she came in with a flourish, kicking ass with flair. He was enamored from the first meeting.

“Angelcakes! Hey, how are ya? Wanna hang later?!”

She always giggled and winked, then disappeared into the night.

His brothers were fed up hearing him talk about her.

He turned to his bestie -you- when Raph threatened him if he brought her up one more time.

“Dude, her moves are so smooth! We would obviously be a power couple. Her skills and my good looks, unstoppable!”

You smiled and nodded as he gushed over this confident woman that he was so highly impressed with. You wondered what he would think if he knew the truth about who was behind that mask…..

You. His typically shy, reserved best friend.

You couldn’t explain what came over you every time you put on your costume and mask. You felt invincible, when the majority of the time, you felt invisible.

It wasn’t like Mikey ignored you. He talked your ear off usually. But you didn’t think he would ever see beyond that ‘friend zone’ you felt trapped in.

Beneath the mask, you could flirt and enjoy him flirting back. There was no pressure or fear of rejection.

Until the night you slipped up.

You were always so careful. You swooped in, helped fight the baddies, and exited stage left.

This particular night, you had been distracted by Mikey blowing you kisses after you easily disarmed a Purple Dragon.

When you turned to leave, Leo grabbed your upper arm, holding you in place, then he ripped off your mask, as you pleaded for him not to.

All four turtles went silent. Shock registered on their faces, and Leo’s grip loosened enough that you could make your escape.

You heard Mikey call your name, but you kept running until you got home. You stripped off your costume in exchange for your comfiest pajamas, and hid under your covers, trembling from anxiety.

You ignored the gentle tapping at your window, and cringed when you heard it sliding up. You had forgotten to lock it when you came in.

Mikey sat on the edge of your bed for a moment before he said anything.

“That was a pretty badass move tonight. That guy nearly shit himself when you took his gun.”

You stayed silent.

Suddenly, he was shuffling under the blankets with you. You yelped in surprise, “What are you doing?!”

“There is a beautiful, sexy lady under here and I can’t kiss her if she won’t come out. So I’m joining her instead.”

“Kiss?!” you asked incredulously.

Mikey nodded, “If that’s okay.”

You were speechless for a moment before finally nodding.

Mikey was all smiles as he leaned in to press his lips against yours.

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[thesolferino]

Touchdown

⤷ dream x f!reader.

⤷ genre: smut, minors please keep scrolling!

⤷ word count: 3.2k

⤷ requested: yes, by this lovely anon

— summary: clay loses a football game, and while he’s already mad, you decide to rile him up even more.

“God fucking damnit.”

Clay muttered, pulling his helmet off and slamming it against one of the benches as he said the last word, making you almost jump as you quietly trailed along behind him, feet following in his footsteps. He ran a sweaty hand through his hair, wiping beads of sweat off the sides of his face as he moved towards his locker, carelessly hanging the helmet in its place as he huffed a frustrated sigh.

The locker room was empty, no traces of anyone’s belongings left, as Clay took his sweet time yelling and arguing with the coach after he instructed the rest of the team to change and get out of his sight; everyone had left before he even reached the lockers. The game hadn’t ended well for his team - the game tied, and he was feeling confident, patting their center, Nick, on the back in encouragement, shooting a pearly smile to those who cheered them on and filled the bleachers. They played overtime, and a coin was tossed, during which his team ultimately lost. Looking back on it in the pessimistic state that he was in now, throwing the towel he used to wipe his face at the wall, that should’ve been the first sign it wouldn’t end well. 

The other team scored one final touchdown in the last three minutes of the game, the crowd’s cheers and protests mixing as the opposing team’s points shot up by six, leaving them victorious by one single point and Clay upset, pent up rage and bitterness stuck inside his body with nowhere to go now that the game was over and balls couldn’t be thrown. He stayed arguing with the coach for longer than he should have, even though he simply refused to budge. You’d managed to come down from the bleachers just in time to see him hold back a curse and speedwalk towards the lockers, following close behind, not even daring to call out his name.

“Damnit!” he shouted again, sitting down on the bench, running both of his hands through his hair fervently, huffing out large exhales every time they moved back and forth. The rest of his gear was still on despite coming here specifically to change - his jersey was still draped over his large shoulder pads and chest, one glove on and the other chucked at the wall as well as the towel, shorts and knee pads in place, too. You carefully reached out to place a warm hand on his shoulder, at least giving him some type of assurance, hoping it would calm the fire that burnt in him, mighty and frantic, at least a little. 

It seems to do nothing, though, and the fire in him just keeps growing taller and stronger, flames licking farther up his throat, seconds away from escaping, burning him to ashes.

They do exactly that - they engulf his entire body, and for the split second that his gaze catches yours, you can see his eyes glint with flames, before he stands up so quickly it makes you dizzy, and presses his lips to yours hungrily. His fire engulfed you, spreading through you like an infectious disease, warmness swarming you from head to toe as he pulled you closer to him by the waist, leaving fiery fingerprints everywhere his hands touched you like hot coal.

He grunted into your kiss as he walked forward, backing you into the wall. The kiss was so unruly, so much more dizzying than any of the delicate ones you’d share in your bedroom - it was forceful, daring, scratchy, and when both of his rough arms wrapped themselves around your waist and he murmured: “Jump.” into your mouth, you knew you weren’t leaving that room without bruises. 

Despite being aware of that, though, you couldn’t help but test his dominance, at least a little bit. Being bratty was second nature; after all, you were the air to his fire. When you blew strong enough, you could calm it down, but when you blew however you pleased, you’d ignite it more intensely than any gasoline ever could. And you couldn’t take the fire out this time, so you might as well fuel it to the best of your abilities. 

“I don’t want to. And take off the uniform, you’re not gonna fuck me with those shoulder pads on.” 

He pulled away, staying close enough to your face so you could feel every riled exhale, enough so you could see his jaw clench and green eyes boring into yours so madly that you almost cowered under his gaze - however, you persisted. There was really no reason to answer like that, and both of you knew it, but you wanted to toy with him, have him earn your submission, no matter if he’s pissed out of his mind or not. In hindsight, that may have not been a good idea, and you realised that the longer he said nothing and stared at you in pure anger, but there’s no going back now, is there?

“I’ll fuck you however I want.” Clay muttered through gritted teeth. “And you’ll like it no matter what.”

With that, his arms were back around your hips, lifting you off the ground as if you weighed nothing, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist when he pushed you to lean against the wall. His lips were glued back onto yours in no time, your hand automatically darting to bury itself in his hair and pull, his fingers on your hips so tight they’d surely leave red marks. His lips left yours and you almost whined but held back when they moved to your neck, barely wasting any time before biting down on it, earning a gasp from you that you foolishly hoped he didn’t hear despite knowing there’s no way he missed it. He sucked on it, hard, to the point that you knew there’s no way it could be any shade other than dark, dark purple in a couple days’ time. 

He set you down briefly, and you did your best to try and hide how impatient and upset you were getting, but he grabbed the hem of his jersey and pulled it up, tossing it to the side before getting rid of the shoulder pads as well, your eyes swerving over his sweaty, naked chest as he silently raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to do the same. You did nothing except lift your gaze back to Clay’s and stare at him with no emotion whatsoever.

“Take it off.” He commanded, gaze switching between your chest and eyes, waiting for you impatiently. You exhaled through your nose, just short of a chuckle.

“Do it yourself.” You shot back, seeing him cock his head to the side in an attempt to compose himself and flush down the anger, despite knowing it won’t work. 

“You’re so fucking annoying.” He scowled, hands immediately grabbing at your shirt and pulling it off, fingers quick on your back, fiddling with the clasp of your bra. 

“And yet you still wanna fuck me like a dog in heat.” You retorted when the clasp loosened and he pulled the fabric down your arms, pressing another hungry kiss to your lips while he rolled one of your nipples through his fingers.

“You think you’ll still be talking to me like this when you’re begging me to cum and I say no?” Clay whispers in your ear right before his mouth moves down to circle his tongue around your other nipple, and neither of you fail to notice the goosebumps that cover your whole body. You don’t even get to manage a word out, syllables falling back into your throat when you swallow upon feeling his hands sneak themselves under your skirt, gripping your thighs. 

“With how she’s talking, I’m sure my little brat isn’t wet right now. Right?” you feel your heart speed up when his hand moves a little further to the right and runs his fingers over your damp panties, brushing over your opening, fingers barely ghosting your clit. His pointer finger catches onto the fabric and pushes the underwear aside, leaving space for his middle finger to feel the juices that pour out of you, his touch feeling incredibly cold against your heat, feeling the tips of his fingers coat themselves in you before pulling away. His eyes meet yours paired with a smug smirk that you’ll never get to erase out of your memory.

“Oops.” he grins. “Seems like I was wrong.”

And then, when you least expect it, his fingers shove themselves in you, eliciting a muffled whimper, legs stumbling backwards to lean on the wall again when they start pumping in and out, lewd noises deafening you as you feel drops of wetness slipping down your thighs. He still persistently works his fingers inside your underwear, thumb sneaking inside too to rub at your clit, and that’s when he pushes a moan out of you, a sign of defeat - music to his ears. You can’t help it, can’t help any of it when it feels so good, when every time his wet finger brushes against your clit it sends a jolt through your whole body, your own hands twitching at the movement. 

Your whole body sets aflame, head blazing, sweat escaping through strands of your hair the longer he keeps going, fingers stuffed in you, thrusting in and out like it’s his last, pushing you towards your orgasm more and more. Sure enough, your stomach starts twisting and your abdomen coils, something inside you pushing you off the walls as you arch more and more and grind into his unrelenting fingers. 

“Cl-Clay… fuck, I’m-!” just as the words pass your lips, his fingers pull out, and the pleasure is entirely gone, ripped away from your hands as you stare up at him, feeling betrayed. Your hands instinctively move to your heat, as if of their own free will, but he grabs at your wrist before they make it to their destination.

“Don’t you dare. You come when I say so. I think I’ve made that very fucking clear, haven’t I?” Both of you know he’s stripped you of your brattiness when you say nothing, just swallow to mend your dry throat and quietly nod - you hate it, he loves it.

Clay pulls his shorts and underwear down his legs, and that’s when you realise you’re finally getting what you’ve been waiting for, so you hook your fingers around the waistband and pull your panties down, stepping out of them when you notice his cock, finally free and painfully throbbing as he strokes himself a few times. His eyes catch sight of the way you practically drool watching him, and he does nothing but scoff before your eyes meet.

“Get on the bench. All fours.” He commands and you comply, climbing onto one of them, arms and legs trembling where you place them.

“Watch your balance. I won’t be slow.” Clay says, guiding his cock into you, slowly pushing the tip inside as you hold your breath, waiting for him to just get on with it, already plenty stretched from the way his fingers fucked you open just seconds before.

“Won’t you now?” You murmur in irritation, words escaping you before you can even rationalise the fact that they won’t do you any good right now. “If you can’t play good, at least try to fuck me good.” 

He stopped in his tracks and you froze, only realising that you may have crossed the line after the words were already long out of your mouth, and you opened it to apologise, but didn’t even get to inhale properly when he suddenly buried himself in you to the hilt, almost tearing you apart when his hips collide with yours and you let out a pained yelp, his cock stretching you out ten times more than his fingers had.

You felt his whole hand wrap itself around your throat before he pulled you up by it, pressing his lips close to your ear so you could hear every last breath of his.

“You know I play as good as I fuck - and best believe, I’ll fuck that brat out of you.” Clay growled into your ear before pushing you back down, not even giving you time to grip the bench before pulling out and thrusting back in with a low groan, setting a fast pace from the start.

You bit down on your lip with more and more force with every thrust - he filled you to the hilt every time, and you were sure you were drawing blood by now, a slight metallic taste coating your tongue from how hard you were holding back your moans. You were absolutely not gonna let him fuck the brat out of you.

He kept pumping into you wildly, pace brutal and unforgiving, and it took everything in you to be as quiet as possible, but then you felt a cold finger carefully rub at your sensitive clit, and you couldn’t hold it back anymore, a loud moan getting pushed out of your throat.

“Fuck! Clay…” you whimpered, trying to stabilise yourself on your shaky arms but barely succeeding because the more he pumped inside of you, the more it felt like he was forcing every thought in your brain out, replacing it with only him and his name. The hand gripping your hips left them, grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail and pulling it whenever he thrusted back in, making you hiss out in a sick mix of pleasure and pain.

“F-Fuck, I…” your throat ran dry from how fast and ragged your breathing stayed - it felt like he was going faster and faster every second.

“This good enough for you, princess?” he exaggerated, mocking you, a little out of breath himself as he pushed farther and farther, thumb never leaving your clit. You swallowed, not able to give him a proper response besides dumbed down words and broken syllables. He angled himself a little different with the next thrust, which made him dive into a spot he hadn’t touched before, making you see stars as you let out a huge gasp, grabbing at his arm that pulled on your hair in a blind attempt to ground yourself.

“R-Right there… fuck, please don’t-don’t stop!” you cried out, a new wave of heat flooding your entire body as he kept hitting the same spot over and over again, making you blind, white imprinted behind your eyelids. Your brain, along with any rational thoughts turned off completely, leaving you with nothing but moans and gasps of his name and how scarily good his cock felt in you.

You felt your climax creeping up on you, slowly but surely, the heat from every part of your body accumulating in the pit of your stomach, feeling the knot ready to come undone any second now. You clenched around him painfully, unable to help the spasms, seconds away from orgasm to the point you could practically taste it. It seemed like Clay could taste it, too, because he slowed down, thrusting into you lazily, like he hadn’t fucked your brains out a moment ago.

“Say sorry.” he said, voice as stable and confident as ever, unwavering compared to your shaky, barely still there one. 

“Wh-what?” It took the words a second to make their way from your ears to your brain, hazy mind clouded with nothing but him, unable to process what he’s even saying when he’s buried so deep in you.

“I said, say sorry.” he bumped into your sweet spot once again, leaving you mewling and your eyes closing on their own.

“I’m sorry. So sorry.” you stuttered, trying to piece your thoughts together while you could.

“Sorry for what?” he asked. “Sorry for the things you said, or sorry because you know I won’t let you come?” 

“I’m-I’m sorry for what I said, I didn’t-… I promise I didn’t mean it… Please, let me come, baby…” you whimpered out, grabbing at his arm again, trying to gain the little bit of sympathy you hoped he still had left.

“You’ll have to beg a little harder for me to even think about it, princess.” he chuckled, like the whole thing was damn hilarious, working his fingers on your clit again as your breathing stammered and you fought your best to get some words out.

“God, baby, please, you-you know I didn’t mean it… I’m sorry, so sorry…” you breathed out with another tired gulp. “You-...I-... please, baby, you can’t do this, I’m sorry, okay?”

“I can do whatever I fucking want to and I have some reason for it. What’s stopping me from using you like my own little fuckdoll right now and leaving you here with nothing except my own cum dripping out of you? What’s stopping me?” Clay snapped, pulling you by the hair again. You gulped again, feeling actually nervous this time.

“I… Please, baby, I won’t do it again, I’m sorry, I didn’t… I didn’t mean any of the stuff I said, please, can you just-” 

He interrupted you mid sentence with such a rough thrust that you let out an embarrassingly loud moan, his fingers back on your clit, feeling like you’re getting lifted up to the skies themselves once again. He managed to find the same angle, hitting the spot that made you feel hell and heaven all at once, pleasure prickling at every part of your body as you loudly moaned, putting no effort into concealing it or keeping silent anymore.

You felt the knot in your stomach once again, quicker than ever, slowly unraveling itself and your cries turned into ramblings, begging him to let you come.

“Pl-please, can I please… Fuck! Please, can I- I’m so close, shit, baby, can I please-” you stuttered, tears starting to pool in the corners of your eyes as you could almost touch your climax.

“Fuck, baby. Come for me.” 

As soon as the words escaped his lips, you felt the knot finally untie itself and you let out a guttural moan, not caring who would hear or not - the pleasure was sickeningly sweet, almost making you ill, knocking you to your elbows as you couldn’t see, hear, feel nothing except the wave of pleasure washing over you repeatedly, beads of sweat running down your body.

The clenching of your heat against him while you climaxed drove Clay to the brink of insanity, coming himself before he could even realise it, filling you up to the brim with a few final thrusts. He stayed inside you for a few seconds while you were catching your breath, watching you uncontrollably spasm around him as you came down from the high, clenching around him every so often, all your senses overstimulated.

When your breathing evened out, he finally pulled out, grabbing the box of tissues from his locker as he slowly started to clean you up, wiping over your sensitive parts, holding you up lightly by the stomach so you wouldn’t fall whenever he touched one of the tender parts. You huffed out a large exhale.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Clay. Remind me to never provoke you after a game again, what the fuck.” you said, voice still shaky, and you heard him cackle behind you.

“I’ll probably be mad for the rest of the day anyways, but whatever.”

“You played good, by the way. Really good. I just wanted to piss you off.” You admitted, watching him stand up and look at you with a knowing smile, before pressing a light peck against your lips. 

“Yeah, I figured.”

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[stripper-patrick]

Next Lifetime 💫Michael B. Jordan pt 1.

Warnings: smut, fluff, kids, sneaky link turned into family, angst, crying, 18+, NSFW gifs, series

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou @eclecticblkgirl @designerwriterchic @bvssmob

Relationship: Michael B. Jordan x black plus sized reader (Azina/Z)

<4 years ago>

I’m throwing my ass back to the music just enjoying myself during this time. I’ve had at least 4 shots and I’m feeling all of them.

I feel someone press up behind me and it’s my best friend Michael whose clearly off the Henny just as much as I am. He grinds against me and as I’m working my hips I feel his dick stiffen. A boldness surged through me, or maybe that’s the liquor, and I stand up turning to him sealing a kiss. I’ve always wanted him no doubt I just never knew how to tell him. I guess being drunk is the best way. His hands grab at my waist then snake to my ass. His sweet Hennessy flavored lips are getting me even more drunk but with lust this time. The glisten of his plump lips being out the diamonds in his grill set plastered perfectly on his teeth.

“Let’s go to my house” I nod agreeing with his request and he grabs my hand leading me outside. He hails down a cab and opens the door letting me get on first. He smacks my butt on the way in and I giggle.

“322 Barron Street please” it’s about a 15 minute ride from here.

The driver begins his route and Michael starts kissing my neck and his hand slips down my shorts. My panties are beyond soaked and now he’s rubbing my clit making me whine.

His hand wraps around my throat whispering on my ear “stay quiet ma” he rubs again and as soon as the driver turns the corner into Michael’s loft I’m bussing all over his fingers biting the bottom of my lip trying to stay quiet.

He wraps his hand around my mouth flicking my clit faster making me shake harder. He pulls out his coated fingers placing them in my mouth. I suck off my own sweet juices and he grabs my by the throat kissing me tasting myself off my tongue. The driver clears his throat and we stop giggling and getting out. He tips the driver and walks past me opening the door. As soon as he gets the door open my pants are already unbuckled and halfway off.

“Damn hold on mamas” he slurs. We finally make it up to his nicely decorated bedroom and I’m pushed backwards flying back first on the bed. Michael comes on top of me and I flip us over grinding down on his already rock hard dick. He grabs a handful of behind moaning in my mouth. I move down to his neck where I kiss it sloppily. We stop kissing for a moment and I remove my shirt while he does the same. I move down pulling down his boxers and pants in one motion wasting no time swirling my tongue on the tip of his leaking dick. A low moan fills the room and I wrap my lips around the entire tip and push my head down letting it hit the back of my throat. I let it get wet then go back up to sucking on the tip while my right hand jerks the base and my left hand cups his balls. I come off with a string of saliva and I use my palm to rub on the top directly allowing the slick saliva to give him pleasure. His stomach caves and a loud moan erupts from Michael as he looks down holding vicious eye contact with me.

“Fuck Z” I continue going to town until he grabs me by the throat pulling me up to his mouth. Michael’s tongue roams my mouth fighting for dominance as he pulls me on top of him. I grab his throbbing dick pushing it inside of my aching pussy feeling him expand my walls gracefully. He leans back laying his head on the pillow as I gasp sinking down on him until our hips meet. I place my hands on his chest and sit on my feet rocking my hips along his shaft. His eyes flutter shut as I work my magic swirling my hips in a sloppy drunken circle. He bites his lip while one hand grabs the back of my head pulling my sweaty forehead to his. The other hand grabs a handful of my ass pulling me down. His dick fills my pussy completely making me gasp. Without missing a second Keith grabs both sides of my head keeping deadly eye contact with me and thrusts his hips beating my pussy from below. I let out a mewl holding his biceps while digging my acrylics into them. I bite my lip as he obliterates hot spots I didn’t even know were there.

My entire body feels like it’s on fire as after he thrusts he gives it aches and caves for more. “You like that? You like being daddy’s lil bitch” he moans pounding me out. Michael moves his hands wrapping his hand around my throat pulling me further and growling in my ear. I try to push away as the pleasure is starting to overwhelm me and he holds me by my hips keeping me right where he wants me. The only that can be heard in the room is the slushing sound of my wetness, the clapping of my ass and his balls slapping against my ass. My legs shake already as he continues. My pussy soaks everything underneath me as I let out a struggled moan cumming harder than I’ve ever came with any other man before. Michael pulls out pushing me up onto his face while jerking himself off in the process. He wraps his hands around my hips tasting the beautiful mess he made. My body jerks and my hand instinctively moves to his head as I roll my body on his tongue. He moans at my taste sucking and lapping on my clit. I smile getting off his face and back on his dick bucking my hips wildly. Michael guides my hips keeping himself as deep as possible. He begins thrusting up again at a fast pace making my eyes roll to the back of my head. He growls again giving me a fair warning that he’s about to cum. Without thinking I scream “cum inside this pussy daddy”

I’m aching from his blows. I sit up and keep bouncing at the same pace as he holds my hips tensing up. His seed spills inside of me and I watch his arch his back when I clench my pussy creating a suction. He moans pressing into my hips more.

Michael sits up kissing me and giving me a hard spank to my right ass cheek. His dick throbs inside of me as our mixtures leaks out dripping past his balls and onto the sheets. Drunkenly I lay on top of him giving him lazy kisses. Time and liquor consumes us and before I know it we’re both asleep in each other’s arms.

…

I wake up with a headache the size of the room. I feel like if I move too fast I’ll throw up. I feel someone warmth next to me and I pause. Who did I go home with last night? What happened? I’m aching between my legs but my conscience tells me not to be scared. I look behind me seeing Michael fast asleep. I sigh in comfort knowing I’m safe. He stirs in his sleep opening his eyes and he sees me. “Morning”

“Morning” I move my legs and notice they’re weak. I pull back the covers and we’re both completely naked. Oh shit. I jump up to the best of my ability and he sits up too

“Mike what did we do last night”

“Well using my context clues we had sex” he says rubbing his eyes

“Michael do you not see an issue with that? You have a girlfriend”

“I know but I mean if I’m being honest I’ve always had feelings for you Z and clearly you feel the same way” he states. I grab my underwear shaking my head.

“Mike that’s not the point you knew we shouldn’t have acted on it especially since you’re in a relationship. This could absolutely ruin our friendship. Lemme ask you this what if we go get together and break up then what you know I’m not friends with my exes. If you can be cool with your ex y’all were never in love or still are in love. There’s no in between” he looks at me with his head hanging low. He knows exactly where I’m coming from. “I’m not tryna lose you as a person in general” Mike goes in the bathroom brushing his teeth and peeing.

I collect my clothes putting them back on and Mike throws on some basketball shorts and a t-shirt he grabs some slides and his car keys . Luckily my car is already at home since Michael and his girl Lori picked me up.

“Z I’m sorry. I know things went too far but I’m glad we at least know how we feel about each other” he says “and I don’t regret what happened last night” I nod and get in his car. He gets in the drivers seat taking off and taking me home.

…..

Lori decided to have a pool party today to celebrate Mike for his birthday. Of course he invited me and being his best friend I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Plus it’s at his new house and I’ve never seen it before. Granite we haven’t talked much or seen each other at all since our ordeal a couple weeks ago. In fact this is the first time I’ve actually seen him since that day.

I walk through their beautiful house with a bottle of champagne in my hand. I see Lori in the kitchen. Honestly me and her have never really been that close. I never really cared for her but I was always cordial with her. “Hey Lori I brought this for y’all” she looks at me taking the champagne without even saying thank you. Bougie bitch. Don’t get me wrong I’m bougie too but best believe I’m as humble and as thankful as they come. I guess that’s why me and Mike are best friends. We’re the same.

I roll my eyes and my heels click outside where I see a bunch of people lounging in the pool and on the sides with drinks in their hand. My other best friend Lamia greets me with open arms. Her perfume makes me nauseous and dizzy “Hey girl” she smiles

“Hey” I say trying to hold my breakfast down.

“Mike is over there. Have you and him talked since then?” As soon as I got home that day I got ready for work and told Lamia what happened. I shrug my shoulders as an answer.

“Only small talk and I’ve low key been trying to avoid him just so the awkward tension doesn’t arise” I say

“Makes sense” Michael begins walking over and I stride a little further away until he catches me.

“Hey ladies” he hugs lamia and I’m next. I smell his cologne and melt. “you want a drink Z” I shake my head

“I don’t feel too hot right now so I’ll stick with water for the day” he nods eyes lingering on me for longer than a second. Lori comes out running his bare back and our contact is broken. While Lori begins talking to him I slip away downing the rest of my water. The nausea is finally gone and I sit on the lounge chair going on my phone. I put on my sunglasses shielding my eyes.

While I’m relaxing in the sun I notice Michael keeps staring at me. I see the small bulge in his shorts and I can’t help but bite my lip, mouth water at the taste of his dick down my throat.

A mid-height dark skin man starts walking my way and I see he has a pearly white smile similar to Michael’s. I get a better glimpse of his face. His name is Jayson. I’ve heard about him before. I heard he’s a player and he sleeps with anything that moves.

He sits next to my feet flashing his smile at me. I sit up with a small smile on my face. “Hey I’m Jayson Mikes friend”

“Yea I know. I’m Z”

“What’s that short for”

“Azina” he smiles scooting closer. I glance up seeing Mikes eyes never leaving me.

“That’s beautiful. Fitting for a beautiful woman” he bites his lip. I take a deep breath and take my sunglasses off. I stare directly into Michael’s eyes and he’s fuming. Dimples are prominent in his cheeks, nose flared, biceps flexed from how tense he is. Jayson moves even closer and that’s when Michael comes over.

“Hey Jay what y’all talking about?” He interjects with his nose held high. A small rage burns in my stomach at how he completely ruined my chance at something. Even if I was just playing Jaysons game right back at him.

“Her name. It’s pretty”

“Oh yea the two ‘A’s in her name stands for aggravated assault. She’s crazy man she beat niggas” he laughs. He’s not fully wrong “but she’s my kinda crazy. Speaking of Azina can I speak to you privately please? Jay you don’t mind right? Course not be right back” before I even have a chance to protest he grabs my wrist and my panties are soaked by the time we enter the glass double doors of his house that Lori happens to be staying in. Just hearing him call my name rather than my nickname has me wanting to be on my knees on this cold marble floor.

“What the hell is your issue?” I ask yanking my arm away. He grabs me again taking me upstairs through the neatly decorated white hallway. We get into his gold coated marble bathroom where he locks the door. I lean against the counter and he folds his arms “why have you been avoiding me”

“I-“

“And don’t lie to me” he asserts his dominance making my clit throb. Silence and heavy thick sexual tension fill the air and I look down at my long pink acrylic nails. He steps closer sealing any space between me and him. His large hand wraps around my throat making me bite my lip “you like seeing me get all jealous? Shit makes you wet mama?”

“Yes” I whimper. And just like that I’m putty in his hands. He pulls me up to his plump lips placing a wet kiss on them. Michael pulls off my duster of a swimsuit coverup. His large hands play with my breasts and my hand moved to his hard on. He’s rock solid now. His hand moves from my breast to my bikini bottoms rubbing my clit. My hips hunk and my hands move to his bicep as his plump lips kiss my neck. My body jerks as his thick fingers slide into my hole with ease. He begins pressing my g-spot like a button making me lose my breath. Michael moves up to my ear whispering “you’re mine”

He pulls his fingers out and sucks them dry turning me around some I’m facing the huge mirror above the sink. I grab the ledge bracing myself as he rolls my bottoms down spanking me in the process. I spread my cheeks feel his warm hard dick press inside of me. He fills me up and holds my hips bouncing me back to meet his thrusts. His breaths become heavy and ragged and my mouth drops open but nothing comes out.

Michael is pressing right on my g-spot making me lose my breath. “Daddy” I whimper.

“That’s my girl take all this shit. You wanna flirt with other niggas ima show you who you belong to” he wraps his hand around my throat quickening his pace. My eyes squeeze shut and my moans get louder. The sounds of our moans and my ass clapping fills the room but we have to keep it quiet so no one comes up here and finds us.

“You like when daddy fill you up bitch?”

“Yes I love it so much” my legs begin shaking as my orgasm approaches fast like a train. He gets close to my ear still pounding me out against the marble counter.

“Look at me when I make you cum” I bite my lip and his grip tightens on my neck. I open my eyes to the best of my ability as my entire body seizes in front of him. My body is on fire and he chuckles biting his lip “you look so fucking pretty taking all this dick like a good little whore”

I whimper jerking around and he pulls out watching my body tense up and convulse. He smacks my already shaking ass. Michael turns me around again putting me on the counter and he gets on one knee licking my pussy. He slurps you the mess he made moaning at the taste. I watch as he pulls my pussy lips back making sure to get as much of my clit as possible. My body writhes from still being sensitive and I grab the back of his head pushing him further in me. I pull off my bikini top rubbing my nipples while grinding on his face. My head falls back and he gives small licks making me even crazier than before. Michael comes up kissing my lips. I can taste myself on his tongue. He taps his dick on my clit before inserting himself again. I wrap my arms around his shoulders as he wastes no time taking me to Poundtown.

His short nails claw down my back and he buries his head in my neck. “That’s it daddy right there” my nails take through his short waves as his hips ripple through me. My moans uncontrollably get louder and he covers my mouth pounding me harder “can’t scream now can you baby?” I whimper eyes rolling to the back of my head as I squirt on his dick “that’s what I want fuck I’m bout to cum” his growls get louder and he kisses me moaning. His body shakes when he leaks inside of me. My nails scrape down his back and he empties his load inside of me.

He stays inside of me staring deep into my eyes. I can’t help this feeling anymore but I need to for the sake of our friendship. Michael’s catches me in a kiss and for a split second I ignore my feelings and kiss him back. As if he were really mine. That thought stops me from going any further “I’m sorry for avoiding you”

“I understand mamas” he kisses me again and pull out grabbing a towel he wipes off my pussy and leans down placing a kiss on my clit making me gasp. I chuckle getting off the counter with his help. My legs shake and I laugh. I grab my clothes putting them back on and making sure I look like I did before I came up here.

“Mike” I hear Lori call from downstairs. To the best of my ability I walk to the door but before I open it Michael grabs my arm kissing me again. This one was more passion than lust. I smile pulling away and open the door. To see Lori coming in. I turn around and turn him around quickly “so this is the master bathroom?” I look at him

“Yea it’s marble counters and the gold trim it’s my favorite and there’s the waterfall shower in there” we walk towards the shower acting like he was explaining me the layout of the bathroom the whole time. I hear loris heels click in the bathroom “baby the boys are looking for you at the pool” he turns around nodding

“Ard come on Z” We walk past Lori and her eyes linger on us.

Me and Mike walk outside and he can’t stop staring at me. He stands at the front of the bar with a microphone “I wanna thank every one for coming out. I wanna thank Lori for putting this together couldn’t have done this without you babe” that word ‘babe’ leaves a stinging mark on my heart as Lori steps up beside her man. She kisses him and then looks at me. I walk backwards dipping out from the crowd. I go inside and grab the champagne I brought. This bottle wasn’t cheap so if they won’t drink it I will. I pour myself a glass and start sipping it. Michael comes in and once again it’s just us alone.

“I’m sorry”

“Don’t be sorry. Look Michael as much as we both want it us being together might never happen simply because you and Lori are a thing and y’all are basically destined for marriage”

“Now you know I’ve been about you and only you for a while”

“I can’t tell cause I’m still single and you’re in a relationship” I sigh “I’m leaving this house is beautiful but you need to figure out what you really want” I extend my arms and give him a hug. He plants a kiss on my neck Mumbling the words I’m sorry again.

I grab my champagne and leave the house with a heavy heart and a cloudy mind. That nauseous feeling is back.

#smut #fluff #series #michael b jordan x reader #michael b jordan smut #michael b jordan #filth

[justabigassnerd]

Before the multiverse

Pairing - TASM!Peter Parker x sister!reader

Word count - 9,454

Warnings - death, blood, injuries, passing out, not taking care of one's self, grief, angst, swearing

Summary - a couple of years before the events of your multiversal crossing, you fought a humanoid lizard which resulted in a catastrophic loss

Prequel to - 'Second chance'

A/N - okay this was never really a planned fic or anything the idea popped into my head and I'm evil so I wrote it. This took me way too long to write because my writer's block chose to show up. Again, I am very sorry if this fic causes tears or any upset at all. As per y'all please send in requests, feedback, and enjoy!!

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“I have to admit, Doctor Connors certainly picked the right time to turn himself into a giant lizard.” You joke as you grab some milk out of the fridge and pour it into your bowl of cereal.

“What do you mean?” Peter asks, holding his hand out for you to pass him the milk.

“Well just imagine how screwed New York would be if I didn’t have my powers.” You say, handing him the milk and placing your bowl down at the table.

“I’m more concerned about how screwed we are because you’re the one with powers.” Peter fires back, laughing as your jaw drops in mock offence.

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.” You say, snatching the milk from his grasp and returning it to the fridge.

“Do you know where Doctor Connors is?” Peter asks, glancing over at you as you return to the table.

“No, I lost him in the sewers last night.” You mutter, a serious silence falling over the two of you as you recall last night’s events and how you had crawled into your bedroom window rather loudly which Peter then investigated, finding you half dead with gashes all over your body.

“You’re feeling okay to go into school after what happened yesterday?” Peter asks quietly and you could hear the worry in his voice.

“I’m fine Pete. I started feeling better after I was all patched up. A perk to this whole spider bite business is I have enhanced healing abilities. Not that I’ve been wanting to test them out like that.” You say, assuring your brother that you’re fine and feeling better after last night. Peter just nods at your words and continues to eat his breakfast. When you both finish breakfast you put your bowls away and grab your bags so you can head to school. You meet up with Gwen along the way, with you teasing her and Peter for being so hopelessly in love. The school day passed painfully slowly and at the end of the day, you were ready to drop.

“Honestly, going to school feels like a job. They should be paying us for this.” You joke as you walk along the corridors, laughing along with Peter and Gwen after having met up with them after class. Just before Gwen could respond as you reach your lockers, the building shook, stopping everyone in their tracks. Your senses were screaming at you that there was danger, and you knew it was Connors.

“Peter, take Gwen and run.” You say quickly and lowly, only wanting Peter to hear you. Gwen didn’t know about your hero alter-ego and for now, she didn’t need to. It kept her safe to not know about it. You see Peter nod and take Gwen’s hand, bolting down the corridor with the rest of the students as Connors comes bursting through the doors, growling as he sees you. As the students clear the corridor you run towards Connors, dodging under his claws, and leading him away from where everyone else was. You needed to find a place where you could get into your suit to keep your identity secret. You already had your web-shooters on, you just couldn’t risk using them without the suit on. Connors was unbelievably strong, smashing you through walls and doors with ease until you end up in one of the science labs where Connors throws you into one of the equipment cupboards. You use the time to get into your suit as quickly as possible, just as your spider senses warn you that Connors threw a chemical concoction at you which blows up just as you move out of the way. You wait for the dust to clear as Connors rambles about how he wants to cure every one of humanity and turn them into lizards.

“You talk too much doc, has anyone ever told you that?” You joke as you leap out of the cupboard, now in your Spider-Woman suit as you land on one of the tables. Connors growls lowly at your words as you fire your webs at the lights, pulling them down on his head.

“You have a nasty habit of meddling in affairs you know nothing about.” Connors says before he lunges at you which you dodge with ease.

“I don’t know. I don’t really want to be a lizard if we’re being honest and I’m sure everyone else feels the same as me. Don’t you think being a lizard is rather impractical?” You continue, dodging and attacking the giant lizard while he smashes through walls trying to attack you. Connors managed to get some good hits on you as you hear the sound of police sirens grow louder.

“Someone’s in trouble.” You say in a singsong voice as Connors snorts angrily, baring his sharp teeth. He grabs you in his hand, claws digging into your shoulder as you wince before he throws you through the wall into the library. When you get up Connors is nowhere to be seen. Not willing to lose him now you head in the direction of his growls and stomps, following them to the bathroom where there was a large hole in the floor leading down into the sewers. You jump into the hole and start walking through the sewers. To your shock, your phone rings and you pull it out of your bag. Seeing Peter’s name flashing across the screen you pull your mask off and answer the call.

“Are you okay? Where are you?” Peter’s worried voice says the second the phone reaches your ear.

“I’m okay, a little banged up, but I’ll live. I’m in the sewers tracking him. Look I need your help with something. We need to create an antidote for Connors, you could do that right?” You say hurriedly as you walk, eyes constantly roaming the walls in case Connors is hiding somewhere.

“I’d have to go to Oscorp but yeah I can do it.” Peter says, his words calming you slightly.

“Okay, okay can you do that please?” You ask. Your senses on high alert as you speak.

“Yeah, I’ll go right now. Be safe.” Peter says quickly before hanging up. You eventually hear the distant sound of music and follow it to a makeshift lab in the sewers. Your eyes roam over everything, looking at the equipment Connors has gathered with Connors nowhere to be found. You notice a computer on the desk as a lizard crawls across it. You see the video it’s displaying and reach out to hit the space bar, watching the video carefully as it starts to play. As the Doctor Connors in the video explains how he wanted to fix humans weaknesses you wander around the lab noticing another screen that displays a human turning into a giant lizard and then a plan to disperse the lizard gas across the city from a tower you recognised instantly and had your heart running at a hundred miles an hour.

“Oscorp.”

You rush through the sewers, finding a manhole cover that will take you up to the streets of Manhattan and crawl out of it after returning your mask to your face, swiftly dodging a taxi before returning the manhole cover to its place. You grab your phone and dial Peter’s number, begging him quietly to pick up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Peter, where are you?” You say quickly, anxiously pacing along the pavement.

“I’m in Oscorp, you said you needed-”

“Yeah, I know what I said you have to get out. Right now.” You say, your breath becoming quicker as fear takes hold.

“The antidote is being made right now.” Peter protests.

“No Peter, Connors is on his way to Oscorp right now. He wants the disbursement device, so he can turn everyone into lizards.” You force out, needing Peter to just listen to you.

“The antidote has a few minutes left.” Peter argues making you groan angrily. Why was he so damn stubborn?

“So you’re going to wait there with the knowledge Connors is on his way? I don’t think so. Get your ass out of there right now Peter I swear to god.” You demand, your voice raising but you didn’t care.

“I’m gonna get everyone out.” Peter says quickly before he hangs up on you, making you grit your teeth angrily.

“You’re an asshole.” You mutter at your phone before shoving it in your small suit pocket. Leaping up and shooting webs at the building nearby to swing from. As you swing around the buildings, heading for Oscorp you hear the whir of a helicopter and a bright light shines on you as you swing.

“Stand down now, we have you surrounded.” You hear the voice of Police Chief Stacy boom from the helicopter. As you swing, multiple police officers shoot electric bullets at you, each of them missing their mark but as you swing around a building you are momentarily blinded by the bright light from the helicopter, giving an officer a free shot. You wince and tense as the electrical currents run through you as you lose your grip on your web, falling onto a taxi, leaving you barely conscious. You could feel the police handcuffing you and sitting you up as your energy came back to you. You waited until you felt a hand gripping your mask and ripping it off your head before you acted. Snapping your handcuffs and sweeping Stacy’s feet out from underneath him before attacking the other officers, knocking them down and taking their weapons while keeping your face as obscured as possible. When you’ve knocked out most of the officers you freeze when you hear a gun cock behind you and a torch shine on you.

“Turn around.” Captain Stacy demands and you do as he wishes, watching as he falters upon seeing your face.

“y/n? y/n Parker? You’re Peter’s sister, right?” He questions as you stand up from your crouched position.

“Doctor Connors is on his way to Oscorp right now and Peter’s there. You have to let me go.” You plead, tears welling in your eyes at the thought of your brother in such danger. You slowly approach Captain Stacy, maintaining eye contact as he keeps his gun trained on you. You crouch down and pick up your mask, putting it on before darting off, jumping off the same taxi you landed on, and firing your web at the nearest building. You heard Captain Stacy calling out to someone to hold their fire, but they didn’t listen, and you cry out in pain as a bullet hits your leg as you land on the top of the building. But you couldn’t stop now. You had to get to Oscorp. The more you climbed, the harder it became. Your leg was in agony, and you had no clear shot of Oscorp. After dragging yourself to the top of yet another building, you looked up to see all the cranes moving to give you something to swing from so you could reach Oscorp. You glance down at all the people evacuating the area and shoot a web over your injury, hoping it will help at least a little bit. You back up to the other end of the building before running to jump and shot your web, but the closest crane was still too far for your web to reach but as you fell you managed to grab onto a piece of metal hanging from a closer crane as when you looked to the operator, you recognised him as the guy from the bridge, you saved his son the first night Connors was spotted as the Lizard. You thanked him silently with a nod before leaping off, shooting your web, and swinging from the next crane. You continue this until you land on the side of the Oscorp building. You then fire two webs higher up on the building and use them as means to slingshot yourself higher until you reach the top. You could see Connors right at the top of the spire and you knew he was activating his serum, so you were pressed for time. You slingshot your way to the top and kicked him away from the device, needing him to be as far away from it as possible so you could deactivate it. Turns out, when someone is desperate, they put up one hell of a fight. You noticed that a lot of canisters he threw at you were liquid nitrogen and you quickly figured they could work in your favour but every time you tried to get near one, Connors would knock you away. When you were knocked down for what felt like the hundredth time Connors grabs you, wrapping his tail around your neck and gripping your wrists, and smashing your web-shooters. Grabbing your wrists in one large hand, he uses his other to pull the mask off your head, chuckling lowly when he sees your face as you fight for breath.

“Poor y/n Parker. No mother. No father. No uncle. All alone.” Connors snarls as his tail constricts your throat tighter.

“She’s not alone.” Connors turns around with a growl, seeing both Peter and Captain Stacy stood side by side.

“Peter Parker.” Connors growls, his sharp teeth gleaming in the moonlight as he roars. Captain Stacy lifts his gun and fires it at the liquid nitrogen tank near you. Using the distraction to your advantage, you yank your hands free and hold the pipe spewing liquid nitrogen in Connors’ face causing his grip on your throat to loosen and you land on the ground. When he swings his tail at you to attack you hold the pipe up, watching as the liquid nitrogen freezes his tail right off. You continue the assault as Captain Stacy fires shell after shell at Connors. When you heard the disbursement device announcing there were forty-five seconds left until it would fire Connors’ lizard serum you acted quickly, throwing the pipe into the hole filled with liquid nitrogen containers and kicking Connors back into it as Captain Stacy continues to shoot.

“Here. Take this and go.” You look over to see Peter holding out the antidote towards you.

“We’ve got this y/n. you need to go.” Captain Stacy says, his gun trained on where Connors was. You nod hurriedly and begin climbing up the spire, going as fast as your body will allow. When you reach the top, you start opening the device so you can swap the serum with the antidote but as you do that, the spire starts to shake, and you look down to see Connors crawling up as fast as he can. The second you can, you remove the serum and replace it with the antidote just as Connors grabs your foot, pulling you down as you grip onto the small walkway. You watch tensely as the device fires, hoping that this works. You flinch slightly at the large flashes before watching a blue cloud of gas rain down over the city. Connors loses his grip on your leg and falls; you climb back onto the spire. Just before you could start your climb down the spire starts to fall, leaving you no choice but to jump off. You almost fall off the building before someone catches you and you look up to see Connors gripping onto your wrist tightly, pulling you up as he continues to transform back into a human. When he’s finally hauled you onto the safety of the roof you turn to look at him, struggling with what to say. Before you could say anything, Connors’ eyes widen in shock and realisation.

“Peter…”

Hearing Connors’ concern when he spoke had you up on your feet in seconds, running over to where you last saw Peter and Captain Stacy.

“Peter! Peter, where are-” You stop in your tracks when you see Peter on the floor, blood pooling from his chest. You slowly approach him, kneeling by his side and gently pulling him into your arms, apologising quietly when he winces. The smell of his blood was overwhelming, making you want to throw up and you could taste the iron on your lips.

“Connors, is he…?”

“All cured. No more lizard people.” You say, fighting to keep a smile on your face for Peter’s sake.

“Look, we’ve got to get you help.” You say quickly, looking down at Peter’s injuries.

“No. y/n, I’m not going to make it. You should focus on getting out of here.” Peter manages to say as tears build in your eyes.

“Shut up. You are not dying, okay? We’re going to get you to an ambulance, and they’ll patch you up because god knows I’m hopeless at it.” You attempt to joke, a weak laugh escaping both yours and Peter’s lips.

“I don’t think there’s much even trained professionals could do about this. I look worse than you did.” Peter’s attempted humour made you frown, tears now rolling down your cheeks. You glance down to your gloved hands which were now coated in his blood, the dark red of his blood contrasting the bright red of your suit.

“Don’t say that. Please.” You whimper. The crushing reality of your brother’s injuries setting in as the tears flow.

“You saved the city, y/n. You’ve proved to everyone that the city needs you. You have to keep going. Don’t let this stop you, okay? But don’t let Spider-Woman take over. You still need to be y/n.” Peter says, his voice weak yet comforting as he speaks.

“I can’t do this without you. I can’t lose you, Peter.” You say quietly, hating yourself for sounding so weak in front of him.

“Hey, you stopped needing me a long time ago. The spider bite only proved it. You don’t need your big brother anymore.” Peter mutters, his face drained of colour, and you could hear his heartbeat getting slower and fainter.

“No. I don’t care how old I am or whether I have superpowers or not. I’m always going to need my brother and that’s why you have to stay awake. Can you do that for me, Pete?” You plead, shaking Peter ever so slightly in an effort to keep him conscious.

“I don’t say it enough, but I love you so much y/n/n. Don’t forget that.” Peter forces out, his breaths small and weak.

“I love you too Pete. I love you so much.” You whisper, looking up at the stars in the sky in a vain attempt to stop your tears from falling. The second your ears couldn’t pick up Peter’s weak heartbeat your head snapped to look at him once more. You carefully lifted him closer to your head, your ear hovering over his mouth as you anxiously awaited a breath you knew was never going to come.

“Peter? Hey, come on wake up. Please wake up. I won’t even be mad if you’re pranking me right now. I just need you to open your eyes and wake up. Just open your eyes that’s all you have to do and then I’ll stop bothering you. It’s easy, I know you can do it. Please, Peter?” You beg, resting your forehead against his cold temple as you continue to sob and beg him to wake up.

“y/n, you need to get out of here.” You hear Captain Stacy’s voice as he approaches you, but you make no effort to move, only clutching Peter closer to your chest protectively.

“I’m not leaving him.” You state, barely shifting your gaze to look at the police captain.

“I know you don’t want to, but you have to. The rest of the police will be up here soon enough, and you can’t be here.” Captain Stacy insists, holding your mask out towards you.

“I can’t.” You insist, finally looking up at him, your teary eyes meeting his gentle ones.

“This is for your own safety. I know you don’t want to leave him. I can’t imagine how hard this is for you, but you need to listen to me. I’m going to call people up to take care of this and you need to get home. I saw that Connors broke your web shooter things so I’m willing to drive you home so I can give the news to your aunt as well. Have you got a change of clothes? I guess your aunt doesn’t know about this superhero stuff.” Captain Stacy says firmly yet gently. His heart was breaking, not only for you but for his daughter. He hardly got to know Peter in the time he was dating Gwen, but he knew they loved each other.

“I uh… I have clothes in my backpack, but I left it in the sewers you’d have to drive me to the manhole I came out of first. I also think we should pick up Gwen too. She deserves to know about Peter.” You say, your voice thick with tears as Captain Stacy nods.

“Okay, we can do that. Now, I’m going to call my men up here. I’ll make sure they bring along some paramedics or something so Peter is dealt with accordingly, okay?” Captain Stacy says, his voice never wavering or straying from the gentle tone.

“I’m not leaving until I know Peter’s in good hands.” You assert, taking the mask from Captain Stacy and glancing from the mask to Peter as Captain Stacy moved away to contact his officers. Your shoulders sank as the realisation that this was all your fault sank in. if you had just dealt with Connors without getting Peter involved this wouldn’t have happened.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of police and paramedics making their way up the stairs, so you press a quick, gentle kiss to Peter’s forehead before pulling your mask on. You looked up when the door to the roof opened and saw a team of police officers followed by a small handful of paramedics enter. The police surveyed the area, some of them even pointed their guns at you and demanded you move away from Peter, growing enraged when you didn’t move, only staring them down from behind the mask. Captain Stacy had to step in quickly, telling his men to lower their weapons and to leave you be before waving the paramedics over.

“Sorry about this but we do need to take him.” The paramedic who approaches you and kneels by your side says. Her voice was soft and gentle as you nod slightly.

“Take care of him. Please.” You whisper, hesitantly allowing the paramedics to take Peter from your arms, laying him on a stretcher and covering him carefully with a white sheet as you watch them take him away. You heard one of the paramedics muttering under their breath about how Peter was ‘just a kid’ and how he was distraught on behalf of Peter’s family. You knew the comment was a one-off and they didn’t know you were actually Peter’s family but that didn’t stop the comment from being a stab to the heart.

“Your job here is done Spider-Woman. You can go now.” One of the police officers said, his distaste for you obvious in his voice. You clenched your hands into fists and turned away, walking over to the edge of the building, and surveying the city. You heard Captain Stacy approach you and he told you quietly to wait for him in the location he told you and that he’d pick you up in his car and take you to where your bag was before picking up Gwen and taking you home. You nod and bid him goodbye before you start scaling down the building after having no other way to get down without your web-shooters. Once you reach the ground you climb up the nearest building and jump from roof to roof until you reach the location Captain Stacy to wait at. You linger in the alleyway, noticing how quiet it is because of the evacuation that happened, and you could only hope it would stay this quiet for a bit longer. Soon enough a police car pulls up and when you see Captain Stacy you don’t hesitate to get into the car.

“Okay, where are we going?” He asks as you close the door. You tell him which manhole you came out of when you came to stop Connors. Once he arrives you quickly remove the cover, dropping down and scooping up your bag and changing back into your clothes and shoving your suit back into the bag, and zipping it up. You then climb back out of the manhole and replace the cover before climbing back into the car. Captain Stacy pulls up outside where he lives and calls Gwen to get her to come down. As you wait, you wipe your eyes and your cheeks to hopefully rid them of tears, but you knew it wasn’t worth it because you’d be sobbing again soon enough.

“Hey, dad, where are we- y/n, what happened?” Gwen says, getting into the back of the car with you when she notices the blood and cuts on your face.

“Let’s just get her home, okay? We can talk more there.” Captain Stacy says quickly, starting the drive to your house. The silence was excruciating. You knew Gwen was worried. You could hear her quick heartbeat despite the calm expression she was fighting to keep on her face.

When the car eventually pulls up outside of your house you grab your bag and hesitantly get out. Captain Stacy encourages you to go to the door first, both him and Gwen following behind as you unlock the door and walk in.

“y/n, where have you been? I’ve been worried sick about you and Peter. Where is that brother of yours? Is he with Gwen?” Your aunt May says, hurrying over to the door when she notices you. She pulls you into a hug which you accept, burying your face in her shoulder as you hold back tears.

“Oh, can I help you?” May then says, noticing Captain Stacy and Gwen over your shoulder as you continue to cling to her.

“I think we should have this discussion in the living room if you don’t mind.” Captain Stacy says gently, gesturing towards the living room and you watch as Aunt May nods walking into the living room with you, Gwen, and Captain Stacy following close behind. You sit in between Aunt May and Gwen as Captain Stacy remains standing in the middle of the room. Everything Captain Stacy said rattled around your head, a horrible confirmation that what happened wasn’t some horrific nightmare. You clutched Aunt May’s hand as she cried, moving to pull her into a hug as you both cried. You opened the embrace up to Gwen as well and the three of you cry in each other’s arms. It took minutes that felt more like hours for the three of you to recover enough to move or speak. Gwen pulled away from the hug first, turning to her father with tear-stained cheeks.

“I’m spending the night here. I can’t leave May and y/n like this.” Gwen says, her voice cracking and thick with tears. Captain Stacy sighs heavily but nods before turning to look at you.

“y/n, can I speak to you in private?” Captain Stacy asks, and you nod standing up and leading Captain Stacy out onto the porch. It wasn’t practical to stand outside in the cold but there was less of a chance of Aunt May or Gwen overhearing you if you were outside rather than inside.

“I need you to promise me something. I need you to promise me that you’ll keep Gwen out of all this hero business. I know she’s your friend but I’m asking you to keep her separate from your superhero life. Keeping this a secret will keep her safe can you promise me that?” Captain Stacy says, seriousness clear in his voice.

“Promise me, y/n.” Captain Stacy repeats when he notices your obvious hesitance. You understood where Captain Stacy was coming from, he wanted to keep his daughter and his family safe, and just knowing you was a danger. Eventually, you nod. It was a small movement, you were sure Captain Stacy would’ve missed it if he wasn’t staring down at you intensely. Seemingly satisfied, Captain Stacy backs off and heads inside with you so he can say goodbye to Gwen. Once Captain Stacy is gone you turn to Aunt May, taking her hand and sitting down next to her once more.

“You should go to bed Aunt May.” You say gently, helping her to her feet and leading her to her bedroom when she nods. You say goodnight to May, biting back more tears as you close her bedroom door before retreating to your own. You enter your room, walking a couple of steps before collapsing to your knees and curling up by your bed as tears roll down your cheeks. You pull your bag off your shoulder and open it carefully. You pull your Spider-Woman suit out and stare at it in your hands, shame flowing through you as you stare at the symbol on the middle of the chest. Spider-Woman was supposed to save everyone, but you couldn’t save the life of someone so important to you.

“y/n, are you okay?” Upon hearing Gwen’s voice coming from behind your door you hurriedly shove the suit back into your bag, tossing it aside as Gwen comes in.

“Sorry, am I being too loud?” You apologise, wiping at your cheeks with your hoodie sleeve.

“No, you’re fine. I just wanted to check on you. Especially after my dad wanted to talk to you in private. What did he say? You looked pretty shaken after you came back in.” Gwen asks gently, placing a hand on your shoulder and rubbing soothing circles as you shake your head.

“I can’t say. He made me promise.” You whisper, leaning into Gwen’s touch slightly and allowing her to wrap her arms around you.

“Please tell me. We can deal with whatever it is together.” Gwen pleads, holding you close as you move to hug her back.

“Your dad will kill me.” You mumble against her shoulder, a single tear rolling down your cheek.

“He can’t kill you if he doesn’t know. I’m a pretty good secret keeper.” Gwen says reassuringly. You bit your lip nervously as you pulled away. Gwen was unknowingly willing to put herself in danger. As you thought about it, your hand hovering near the bag, you realised Gwen deserved to know the truth about Peter’s death.

“Your dad wasn’t exactly honest about how Peter died…” You mumble, unzipping your bag.

“Not exactly honest? What do yo-” You cut Gwen off by pulling your suit out of the bag and placing it on your lap, even pulling your web-shooters out for good measure.

“Peter wasn’t caught in the crossfire when Connors was travelling to Oscorp. Connors killed him at Oscorp, and it was my fault.” You say eyes fixed on the suit as you talk, willing the tears to not fall.

“It’s not your fault.” Gwen starts, reaching out to embrace you again, only stopping when you move away, shaking your head.

“It is. I shouldn’t have told him about the spider bite. He wouldn’t be dead if I just kept my mouth shut and now, I’ve put you in danger too.” You say, snatching the suit and web-shooters shoving them back in your bag before tucking the bag under your bed. You didn’t fully think about telling the truth about Peter’s death to Gwen through and now you’ve put another person in danger because of your recklessness.

“Look, you should just go to bed.” You quickly say, standing up and moving further away from Gwen. You notice Gwen open her mouth to respond but quickly closed it, nodding, and turning around to leave.

“Okay, I’ll go to bed. You should do the same. You know where to find me if you need me.” Gwen says softly before leaving your room, closing the door behind her. You grab your first aid kit out of your wardrobe and spend some time cleaning and patching up your wounds before you flop backward on your bed. You stare up at the ceiling for a while before you figure you should try to get some sleep. Every time you closed your eyes you see Peter’s dead body, his blood staining your hands. You resorted to staying awake, eventually climbing out of your window, and crawling over to the roof covering the porch. You sit with your back against the house, knees tucked up to your chest as you stare up at the stars. You remained on the roof the whole night, watching the sunrise with teary eyes. You only moved from your spot on the roof when you heard movement coming from inside the house, crawling back in through your window. You then change into some clean clothes, chucking your dirty ones in your wash basket before you hear May calling you for breakfast. You wanted to wallow in your grief and failure, but you also didn’t want May to worry so you forced yourself downstairs, sitting down at the table as May places some food down in front of you. Gwen enters the room not long after you started eating and joins you at the table. You could tell from her expression that she wanted to ask you some questions or just enquire further into your secret life.

“y/n, I have to run to the shops. Is there anything you need?” May questions, placing a gentle hand on your own. You shook your head, a weak smile on your face in an attempt to convince May you’ll be okay while she’s gone. You watch as May exits the house, closing the door behind her as you stand up and move to put your plate away. You heard Gwen following behind and you moved quicker, darting into your room, and locking the door behind you.

“Seriously y/n? You can’t just shut me out.” Gwen says from behind the door as you crouch down by your bed and pull your bag out from underneath it. You pull out your web-shooters and place them on your desk as Gwen continues to knock.

“Go home, Gwen. I’m sure your dad won’t like you hanging around me much longer.” You say, your attention fully on your web-shooters as you open your drawer filled with spare parts out. You heard Gwen huff and leave but deep down you knew she wasn’t just gone. She wouldn’t stop trying to get through to you.

When the day of Peter’s funeral came you felt like you were at your breaking point. It was a small service, only a handful of people came. You and May obviously attended along with Gwen and her family. Harry Osborn, Peter’s best friend growing up managed to attend too. The rest of the attendees were friends of May’s. People that had known you and Peter growing up. Some people from school attempted to come but you knew they were all the same people who bullied him and would make up some stupid story about how much they loved him now that he’s gone. The second you caught wind of those people planning to attend you shut them down, angry tears streaming down your face as you scolded them for pretending to care now that he’s dead. During the actual service, you bit your lip as the tears never seemed to slow. Aunt May had her arm around your shoulder for the whole service and you remained leant into her side. You and Gwen were the two people who did eulogies for Peter and neither of you made it through without tears pouring down your cheeks. By the end of the service, you felt like you had cried enough to fill several swimming pools. As people started to leave you and May made sure to thank those who came and as someone was walking away you heard them mutter to their husband.

“I wonder if that Spider-Woman could’ve stopped the Lizard sooner. That way Peter might still be alive.” Those words struck your heart. Was there a way you could’ve stopped Connors sooner? You’re shaken out of your thoughts by Aunt May wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“We should head home.”

Over the days after the funeral you found yourself adapting your daily schedule. You would go to school during the day. You made sure to distance yourself from everyone. Most people put it up to grief and tried to approach you, but you barely engaged with them, so they soon gave up trying altogether. Except Gwen. You had to avoid her as much as possible. You’d leave the cafeteria when she came in or you’d walk the other way if you saw her in the corridors. When school was over you would rush home so you could say goodbye to Aunt May before her night shift and when she was gone, you’d change into your Spider-Woman suit and start patrol. You had made a completely new suit to try and combat any bad memories the previous one held. It didn’t work but you needed a suit, so you suffered through it. Those words whispered at the funeral still echoed in your head so you made a vow to patrol all night long so you could be there to stop anything before it got any worse. If nights were quiet you would sit on top of the Empire State Building, remembering how Peter told you it would be his thinking spot if he had your powers. You’d remain out on patrol until the sun started to rise, swinging home, and using the time between then and school to do any homework you had. Rinse and repeat cycle. Weekends were obviously different but not too different. You just patrolled longer and again; any extra time was for finishing homework. You had completely closed yourself off to the world. You didn’t feel like y/n Parker anymore. You had done what Peter told you not to do. You let Spider-Woman take over.

For a few weeks, you were able to do this schedule. Yes, you were exhausted, overworked and at your wits end but you’d take this over someone else losing their life because of your failures as a protector. Because of your enhanced abilities, you could go a lot longer than others without sleep, that’s why you were able to patrol all night and still be able to attend school during the day. One weekend when you were patrolling you suddenly became really dizzy, your ears were ringing, and your exhaustion was at an all-time high. You landed on the first roof you found, intending to sit down and rest for a moment but the second your feet met the roof the ground quickly came rushing up to meet you. Your world growing dark in an instant.

You came to slightly when you felt someone shaking you. Their voice was a faint echo, and your vision was still dark. You felt yourself being pulled to your feet as the voice kept speaking to you. You couldn’t respond or do anything else than try to support your weight. If you were more conscious you would’ve gotten yourself out of the situation because you didn’t know who this person was, and they could easily unmask you and expose your identity to the world. Your senses, however dull and weak they might be right now, were telling you this person was trustworthy. You allowed this person to lead you into their flat and the second you reached a bed you passed out once more.

The second time you came around you were much more aware. You jolted up the second you realised you didn’t recognise where you were. Panic seizing you when you then realised you didn’t have your mask on.

“You’re awake.” Your eyes snapped to the only other person in this room. Heart pounding when your eyes locked with Gwen’s. You scrambled to get out of the bed, your head immediately spinning at the sudden movement as you grab the bedside table to steady yourself.

“Hey, it’s okay. You need to rest. When’s the last time you slept?” Gwen says as she gently pushes you back so you’re sitting on the bed. When you remain silent at her question she frowns slightly.

“y/n. When is the last time you properly slept?” She repeats. Gwen already had a feeling she knew what the answer was, but she wanted confirmation from you first.

“How long has it been since…” You start, trailing off when you see Gwen’s expression shift at the realisation.

“Right you’re resting some more now.” Gwen says, sitting down next to you on the bed.

“I can’t. I’m supposed to be patrolling right now.” You say, attempting to get up once more, being stopped by Gwen placing her hand on your shoulder.

“The city can go one day without you. After all you do for us, you deserve a day to rest.” Gwen says softly. You wanted to argue but knowing you wouldn’t win you sighed heavily and flopped back on the bed, pulling the duvet over you. Gwen remained in the room with you, wanting to keep a close eye on you. Her worry for you was reaching intense levels and she needed to make sure you were taking care of yourself. You were asleep for about fifteen minutes before you sat bolt upright, gasping for air as tears rolled down your cheeks. Gwen was by your side in a second, sitting beside you with worried eyes.

“I should go, Gwen. I’m really not going to get any sleep, but I appreciate the help.” You say, pushing the duvet off you and grabbing your mask from the bedside table before crossing to the window.

“y/n, please talk to me. You’re killing yourself by not sleeping. If you really didn’t need the sleep, I wouldn’t have found you passed out on the roof. I know it’s tough without Peter but-”

“Tough? This is more than tough. Every single day is agony and I have to live with the knowledge that it was my fault. I killed him. If I could go back to that day and be the one killed, I’d switch places with him in a heartbeat. I’d give up everything if it meant I got Peter back. The only way I can escape the constant pity stares and whispers is by being Spider-Woman. Everyone thinks Spider-Woman is strong, that she’s never experienced loss, but she has. I lost my parents, and then I lost Uncle Ben and then I lost Peter. Uncle Ben and Peter? Both of their deaths are on me. That’s why I patrol all night every night. I don’t want someone suffering like I am. Do you know what my biology teacher said the other day? She said that despite everything that happened, Doctor Connors was a brilliant man. She said that right in front of me. If he was such a brilliant man, why did he turn himself into a giant lizard and kill my brother? It’s like she didn’t even care that I was in the room. Sometimes I wish Connors didn’t help me when the spire collapsed. I don’t know how to be there for Aunt May. I’m letting her down Gwen. I don’t know how I’m supposed to be me anymore. I feel like I died up on that roof with Peter.” You rant, pacing the room as your gloved hands tangled in your hair in your frustration as tears rolled down your cheeks. Gwen watched your whole tangent carefully. She knew you were hiding just how distraught you really were, but she didn’t realise you had this much bottled up inside. When you cease your pacing, stopping in the middle of the room with your chest rising and falling deeply with each breath, Gwen finally gets the courage to approach you. She gently moves your hands away from their place rooted in your hair before pulling you into a tight hug as you sob. Each broken cry breaking her heart further.

“That’s it. Cry as much as you need.” Gwen whispers reassuringly, tears pricking her own eyes as you bury your face in her shoulder. You and Gwen remain stood in the middle of her room crying until she moves to sit you both down on her bed once more.

“I miss him so much. I miss him so much it hurts.” You whimper, hating how weak and childish you sounded.

“I know. I know. I miss him too.” Gwen replies, her voice gentle and soothing as she speaks.

“I want you to listen to me now, okay? I know the pain you’re feeling is very different to mine. He’s your brother and he died right in front of you I can’t imagine the heartache this is bringing you, but you can’t go around blaming yourself for something you had no control over. Peter clearly knew what he was doing when he came to help you. He knew the risks and he wanted to protect you just as much as you wanted to protect him, and I know he’d hate that you’re blaming yourself for this. You’re putting too much pressure on yourself as Spider-Woman. You need to remember how to be you again. Okay, maybe the city needs Spider-Woman. But me and May? We need y/n Parker more. You’re not going to like this idea, but I think you should take a break from your hero duties to rest up and spend time with May. You’re going to let me help you. We’re going to work together from now on. I won’t get involved in any of the fights and stuff unless I really think you need my help. I can help you balance y/n and Spider-Woman and I mean a healthy balance. Please y/n, I know you’re worried I’ll be in danger, but I don’t care. I want to help.” Gwen says, pulling away and holding you at arm’s length to look you in the eyes properly. She could see the hesitation and fear in your eyes. What had happened had scarred you deeply and she wanted to do her best to help you through it.

“Okay. You can help but you have to promise you’ll stay away from me when I’m in the suit. Unless you’re in danger and I need to help you.” You say, nodding slightly at what Gwen said and seeing the small smile crossing her face.

“I should get going. I’m long overdue a talk with Aunt May. Thank you, Gwen. For helping me. You did a lot more than move my sorry ass off that roof and I don’t think I’ll be able to thank you enough.” You say, standing up carefully and taking your mask in your hands from where it had been abandoned on the floor.

“Promise me you’ll get some rest. No Spider-Woman patrols for at least the next few nights.” Gwen says, getting up and pulling you into a hug.

“Promise.” You assure with a smile. You pull your mask over your head and go to open Gwen’s window. As you start to climb onto the fire escape Gwen’s bedroom door opens and upon seeing Captain Stacy you move fast, scrambling out of the window and jumping over the fire escape railing to swing away.

“Gwen, would you care to explain why Spider-Woman was in here?” Captain Stacy questions, his face straight and serious as he approaches his daughter.

“I think you’re seeing things dad I think I’d know if Spider-Woman was in my room.” Gwen responds, trying to see if she can confuse her dad.

“I know Spider-Woman when I see her. Why was she in your room Gwen?” He demands, his voice rising slightly.

“Why’d you tell y/n to leave me alone?” Gwen counters, watching as her father’s eyes grow wider at the realisation that she knows.

“It was for your own safety Gwen-”

“I think I’m perfectly capable of making decisions regarding my own safety thank you very much.” Gwen cuts her father off, crossing her arms as she stares at him.

“I’m sure Peter thought he could make that kind of choice too and look where he ended up. That girl brings nothing but death and destruction I don’t want you around her.” Captain Stacy says, pointing towards the window you had just crawled out of.

“You are not seriously blaming y/n for what happened to Peter. She saved the city that night. Do you know how distraught she is that Peter died? She’s been overworking herself because she doesn’t want anyone else in the city experiencing the loss she has. People like you, blaming her for what happened to Peter are the reason I found her passed out on the roof. She was working so hard because she blamed herself and probably because of those horrible news articles about her. She does so much for the city. No one asked her to use her powers to keep the city safe she chose to do it. Imagine if she stood by and watched when Connors went crazy and tried to turn everyone into lizards? You’re being way too harsh on someone who helps you a lot more than you care to admit.” Gwen says sternly, stepping closer to her dad as she speaks.

“No. Don’t say anything, just get out.” Gwen says when she notices her dad open his mouth to speak. She watches as he closes his mouth and huffs in annoyance before turning on his heel and exiting her room.

Meanwhile, you had just reached your house. May had gone to work when you left for patrol but now judging by the lights being on inside, she was back. You snuck in through your window, getting changed out of your suit and into some normal clothes as quietly as possible before grabbing your house keys and sneaking back out the window to come in through the front door. You wanted May to think you’d been out.

“Hey May!” You call out as you enter the house, seeing her in the kitchen and walking into the room, and greeting her with a hug.

“Where were you, huh? I tried calling but you left your phone in your room.” May questions, a raised eyebrow as she looks at you.

“I went to Gwen’s. Sorry I completely forgot my phone. I didn’t mean to worry you.” You apologise, pulling away from her embrace.

“You’re hanging out with Gwen again? That’s so good sweetie.” Aunt May says, a huge smile on her face.

“Yeah, she uh… she helped me put everything into perspective. I can’t believe I forgot how smart she is. I missed talking to her.” You reply, thinking back to when you were at her house and the things she said.

“I know everything has been hard for you recently. I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you enough.” Aunt May says, a frown crossing her face as you move to grab her hand that was resting on the counter.

“Hey, don’t say that. You weren’t at fault at all. I’m the one who locked myself away. If anything I should be apologising to you. I’m not the only one who lost someone that night.” You say softly, turning May so she’ll face you.

“I’m going to be here for you more May, I promise. I just didn’t know how to handle everything; it was too much.” You continue, your sorrow evident on your face as May shakes her head lightly.

“Honey, everyone deals with grief differently. I can’t fault you for grieving this way. It seems to me that you’re working on yourself now which makes me happy, but you don’t need to rush healing. It’s a process. You’re not expected to be okay so soon after losing someone close to you.” May says reassuringly, bringing you in for another hug.

“You and Gwen are just filled to the brim of what to say, aren’t you?” You say, a slight teasing tone to your voice as you pull away.

“Maybe it’ll rub off on you one day.” May replies with a chuckle.

“I know this might kill the mood a little, but I wanted to ask you something. I thought of it on the way back from Gwen’s. I was wondering if you’re not busy if you wanted to sit and chat? About Peter and maybe even Uncle Ben? I’ve tried so hard to avoid thinking about Peter or talking about him and I think that’s a reason as to why I hid away so much. I couldn’t stand the thought that he was really gone.” You say, tears springing to your eyes as you talk, you even looked away from your aunt’s soft eyes in favour of looking at the counter instead. You only looked at May when she gently took your face in her hands and made you look at her.

“Of course, we can. Go and sit in the living room I just want to grab something first.” She says softly, her smile reassuring as you nod. You head into the living room and sit on the sofa, leaning back into the plush pillows as Aunt May returns with a book in her hands.

“These are pictures Ben, and I took of you and Peter growing up since the day we took you in.” May says as she sits beside you, placing the photo album in her lap as your eyes widen slightly. You watch as she opens the album, pointing at a picture of Peter when he was about five years old, a year after your parents had left you in the care of your aunt and uncle.

“This was from Peter’s first day at school. You didn’t want him to go, bless you. I had to distract you long enough for Ben to sneak out the door with Peter. You were devastated when you realised, he was gone.” May said with a smile on her face at the memory. You had always adored your older brother and looked up to him and that day years ago was just proof of your love and adoration.

“How long was I upset for?” You question, your eyes flicking from that photo to the one underneath. A photo clearly taken when Peter had gotten back from school as you were giving him the biggest hug you could as he hugged you back.

“Not too long, you calmed down when I explained that he would be back. I may have also been a little lenient with giving you a few extra snacks.” She says, her last sentence making you laugh.

“Food was always the way to my heart.” You joke, leaning your head on your aunt’s shoulder as she presses a kiss to the top of your head. You spend most of the day going through the album with May. Listening intently to every story she told about each picture. Being able to talk freely about Peter and reminisce on the good times you had with him eased your heartache a little. You still couldn’t help but feel the burden of guilt for what happened to him, but you did your best to push it aside for the sake of attempting to heal and process your grief properly. Like Aunt May said, healing was a process, and you shouldn’t be expected to just be okay after losing someone so close to your heart. You were grateful you had people to help you through it, but you knew you had to help them in return, and if that meant taking a step back from your hero responsibilities you’d do it, albeit reluctantly and after a lot of convincing from a certain Gwen Stacy. As May pointed out another photo and began explaining what Uncle Ben had done to elicit such a reaction from you and Peter you felt something stirring within you, it wasn’t your spider-sense it was just a rush of emotions. You couldn’t tell what it could be. Love for those around you? Hope for a better tomorrow? You just couldn’t tell. All you did know is you didn’t want the feeling to end as you remained curled up at your aunt’s side.

You didn’t know then that in a couple of years’ time you’d be hurtled through the multiverse and manage to get the closure you wished for every single day since Peter died.

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[musings-of-a-rose]

Because I'm a whore. “Can you feel this?” with Frankie. Smut.

Can You Feel This?

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Word Count: 1400+

Rating: M- Mature. 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Prompts: (4) “Can you feel this?”

Notes: I’m always down to get smutty with Frankie

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You hated the company mixers. Every once in a while, your boss had this “wonderful idea” of inviting everyone over to his giant estate for food, drink, and getting to know each other. Due to the free drink and food, these not mandatory/mandatory parties lasted well into the night. You normally attended these things with a couple coworkers, but always ended up alone a few hours in and bored out of your mind. But not this time.

This time, you had Frankie.

He came into your life several months ago and you couldn’t get enough of each other. So naturally when the company “mixer” came up, you asked him to go with you. And of course, he agreed, never passing up a chance to see you in a dress.

It was night now, and most of your coworkers (and superiors) were drunk or getting there, wandering around and chatting with each other. You had been making your rounds, making sure everyone saw you so you could safely say you attended. Frankie had to leave you for a bit to sit down, his back had been bothering him lately.

You found him sitting outside at a table with chairs, nearly hidden by elaborate shrubbery. He was alone, leaning back in his chair and nursing a drink he’d had all night. You started to walk up to him.

“There you are! How’d you manage to find a secluded place?”

“One of my superpowers. The ability to escape people.”

“No wonder I like you so much.”

You rounded the table and instead of sitting at another chair, walked up to him and stood between his open legs. Frankie takes both of your hands in his and you smile at each other.

“Thank you for coming, Frankie. I hate these things but I loved having you here.”

“You’re welcome, querida.”

His eyes don’t leave yours, but his hands let go and roam around to your hips, pulling you closer to him ever so slightly. Knowing what he wants, you move a step closer and straddle him, your dress allowing you the flexibility you need to do this. You put your arms around his neck and kissed him. Frankie immediately deepens the kiss, running his hands up your back. His lips leave yours to trail kisses and nips down your neck.

“Do you know what you do to me, querida?” His voice is low and raspy near your ear and you naturally try to close your thighs together but can’t, as you’re straddling him.

“Nothing more than what you do to me.”

Frankie pulls off your neck and looks into your eyes, seeing the fire burning in them. He glances around you, seeing that you’re alone. He moves his hands under your dress and places them on your bare thighs, running them up towards your apex. You start to breathe heavily, the sensations made more intense by the fact that you can’t see what’s happening under your dress.

“Frankie, we can’t.”

“Sure we can.”

“We-” you let out a quiet moan “-shouldn’t.”

His hands leave you suddenly and you feel cold. His eyes still on you, he reaches for his zipper, pulling it down and freeing his already erect cock. He moves and grips your hips, sliding himself through your folds. You cry out before jamming your mouth shut, breathing heavily through your nose.

“Frankie-”

“Can you feel this? Can you feel what you do to me?”

He continues to slowly glide through your folds, watching you try to maintain a non conspicuous facade while he slides through you.

“We..we…Frankie…we shouldn’t… we..”

“Just say the word and I’ll stop.”

You barely manage to whisper it out. “Don’t stop.”

He gives you a mischievous smile. “Ok, but don’t let anyone know what’s happening under this dress.”

You whine but nod, taking more deep breaths. Suddenly, Frankie pushes you up slightly, getting you to turn around. He pulls at your hips to have you sit back and as you do, he lines up with you and you sink down onto him, facing the table in front of you.

“Oh fuck!” you whisper out and hear him chuckle behind you.

“Quiet, querida. Someone may know you’re not just sitting on my lap.”

You nod, your breath hitching as he thrusts up into you. You put your arms out on the table to brace yourself as Frankie slowly fucks into you under your dress.

You hear voices nearby and 3 of your coworkers appear from around the corner and you clench, hearing a slight grunt from Frankie. One of them spots you both and waves, walking over.

“Hey girl! We thought you had left.”

Thrust.

“I -no! Nope. I’m still here.”

Thrust.

“I mean, we’re still- still here.”

Thrust.

“Oh right! I forgot you brought your man.” Your coworker gives Frankie a wink and he raises his hand and waves.

Thrust.

“Did you see Dan hitting on Claire?”

Thrust.

You swear you have sweat pouring down your face.

“N-n-n-nope. I must have-” Thrust. “-missed that.”

“Oh well, let me tell you!” She launches into a long winded story all about it, Frankie slowly thrusting into you the whole time. You can feel how wet you are, despite being terrified at the thought the coworkers in front of you would figure out what was going on.

“...and then he just grabbed her ass! Can you believe it? That’s not very gentlemanly. What do you think, Frankie?” Her gaze shifts from you to him.

Thrust.

Frankie shifts forward, moving his arms around your waist and using the movement to give an extra hard thrust and you hug his arms back, digging your nails into him. He kisses your arm briefly before responding.

“Not at all. You have to get to know a lady first.”

Thrust.

“That’s what I said! Instead, she just went off with him somewhere!” She takes a long drink as the other coworkers take sips too.

Thrust.

You manage to speak. “Do you guys-” Thrust. “-need anything? Only I-” Thrust. “-wanted to spend some time-” Thrust. “-with Frankie.” Thrust. “Alone.”

The 3 women looked at you.

“Oh my God! We’re so sorry! We didn’t mean to butt in. We’ll go! But if you see Claire, tell her to make good choices!”

Thrust.

“Yes! I mean-” Thrust. “- yeah. Yup. Will do.”

Thrust.

The 3 women get up, pushing their chairs back in as they grab their drinks.

Thrust.

“See you Monday!”

Thrust.

You manage a wave as they disappear around the corner. You wait several more seconds before you let out the quietest whine you could.

“Fuck, Frankie, we were almost caught.”

Thrust.

“I know, querida. And you liked it.”

Thrust.

“No, I-I-”

Thrust.

He chuckles into your back. “Querida, this chair is soaked and it’s not from me.”

Thrust.

“I-I- fine.” He chuckles again. “Frankie?”

Thrust.

“Yes?”

“Fuck me, please.”

Thrust.

“You’ll have to be quiet, querida. In case someone else comes along.”

Thrust.

“Yes,” you breathe out.

Thrust. This time you moan quietly.

“Now now. Do you promise to be a good girl?”

Thrust.

“Oh fuck, yes!”

Frankie throws one arm around your waist, gripping the chair with the other. Using his own force, he scoots the chair closer to the table, causing him to slam into you one…two..three times. You can’t help the tiny whine that escapes your throat.

“Sshh, sweet girl. Be good.”

Frankie grips the edge of the table with his hand that had been on the chair and moves his other hand to grip your hip tightly. Without warning, he starts quick, hard thrusts up and you slam your hands on the table.

“Oh shit, Frankie!” you whisper out.

You feel your orgasm coming on and you clench your jaw shut. You move your hands on top of his, gripping them tighter every time he roughly thrusts up into you. You come, digging your nails into his skin as you do, breathing heavy through your nose as you clench down, leaking out around him. Frankie does a few more quick thrusts and comes himself, burying his face in your back. You can feel his breaths, puffing on your back as he comes and he flips his hands over to grip yours. You hold his hands as you both ride out your orgasms and finally come down, breathing heavily.

“You’re definitely coming with me to all of these mixers from now on.”

You hear him chuckle behind you.

“Now that’s a fucking deal.”

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