#also got the chance to get the red lighting that's been bouncing around in my head for a while

[poraphia]

OKAY THIS IDEA HAS BEEN BOUNCING AROUND IN MY HEAD FOR AWHILE SOOO

So basically reader is a vigilante and for one reason or another they end up in a fight with Wilbur. Reader is really cocky about it and ends up flirting with him the entire fight. Wilbur is amused and a bit shocked but most likely unaffected.

After a couple fights where the flirting does not stop he decides flirt back thinking reader would also be unaffected because they've been actively flirting the entire time. But reader gets Flustered with a capital F. Like, they're face is all red and everything

"Let's Make Music, Honey Voice."

pairing • siren x vigilante!music!reader 1289 • 9.25.23 containing • continuous flirting and teasing, one HEAVILY SUGGESTIVE FLIRT, depictions of fighting, bits of cursing :) my masterlist ~! ღ mrs. mania ღ on Tumblr

"It was so easy winning against you in a fight, but flirting back? You have my knees weak."

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Okay, maybe I got a bit carried away with this one.

But what could I say? It’s not every day you can beat a supervillain senseless.

I stared down at Siren from an elevated rooftop. With a cocky grin, I plucked gently at some tunes on my bass, taunting him with my upbeat melody. He got up from his ruined state, scoffing at my victory lap around the edge.

“Aw, what’s the matter?” I mocked, exaggerating the tilt of my head as my torso nearly bent. “You look so cute when you’re flustered, sweetheart! I guess somebody forgot to do his vocal training today.” I giggled. He only smirked in response, letting his coat flutter with the soft wind that was picking up.

“Yeah, yeah,” He brushed off. “But I’m still standing. Give me some credit here, Strings.” He shrugged. I rolled my eyes before holding my guitar in position. The moon played as our light above us. The street lights below barely illuminated the villain’s strong jaw and curly locks. My hair swayed with the midnight breeze as the moon’s reflection highlighted my axe bass hybrid. I took a deep inhale, a near-enamored sigh escaping my nostrils.

“Fine, I’ll give you another chance, but only because you’re cute!” I chimed. With my thumb, I strummed hard at the steel strings, aiming to knock Siren down again with my sound waves. But instead, Siren dodged out of impact, making a B-Line straight toward me. I quickly hopped off the ledge and onto another building. Siren was behind me, hot on my trail. Quickly, I ran as fast as I could before strumming down, boosting me off of the ground and into the air, leaving Siren breathless. I couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle.

“I know you’re obsessed with me, but come on now!” I called out. I gently strummed to glide my way through the winds. Siren searched around the building, retrieving a spare, lengthy rope. He fiddled with the material for a few seconds before forming a lasso and hooking me on. A sharp squeak escaped my throat as I was immediately pulled down. I clutched on my bass, bracing for impact, but instead, I landed straight into Siren’s arms.

Immediately, I smiled and stretched my limbs out. “Ahh, sorry babe, you can only hold me like this after our wedding.” I ruffled his hair and hopped out of his grasp, sliding against the concrete floor.

Siren clicked his tongue before rolling his head in a circle, cracking his neck while facing me. “You talk a lot of shit for someone who doesn't fight melee.” He commented. I hummed a bit, noticing the slight irritation in his voice. I gripped my bass by the neck, taking off the strap, and pointed the blade of the axe towards him.

“You sure you wanna fight melee? Don’t want to chop your head off.” I giggled.

“Drop your weapon and don’t pick it back up.” His voice rang in my ears in such an angelic way that if I had a choice, I’d probably drop my weapon anyway. My bass axe clattered against the ground, leaving me with my bare hands. I looked at him with puffed-up cheeks, annoyed by his superpower. In turn, he shined his cheeky grin at me.

“No fair!” I cried.

“Oh, it is very much fair.” Without a gap between his words, Siren lunged at me, forcing me to put my arms up in self-defense. I pushed him back by kicking him in the stomach. I aimed to punch his face with one first after another, but skillfully he ducked down and dodged both hits. He ran past me, gripping both of my wrists tight. I winced in pain, struggling for my freedom. With enough tugging, I was able to free my dominant hand, elbowing him in the stomach to loosen his grip on my other arm. I escaped his grasp, turning around so that I could face him.

“Y’know,” I huffed, swinging my leg to kick him in the face, only for him to narrowly avoid my attack with a crouch. He continued to aim punches at me as I struggled to move past his fists. “We could make a cute band together!” We tangoed under the stars as our legs guided us to safety. “Me, the cool bassist that steals your heart, and you, the singer, who would write countless romantic songs for me—!” Before I could continue on my words, Siren made a clean sweep with leg, nearly tripping me over. In one swift second, as I was about to hit the ground, Siren picked up my bass and hooked the two of us inside the strap. My back rested on the instrument as he held it behind me.

The supervillain towered over me in close proximity. I stared up at him, not sure if I could formulate the words to comment on our position. Slowly, he leaned his lips into my ear.

“Then how about we go back to my place and make some sweet, sweet music, hm?” He whispered. "Maybe I could get some lovely tunes out of you.."

Holy shit.

Holy fucking shit.

Words refused to register in my brain. “I— Ah— mm—!” Suddenly I was a stuttering mess. The heat rising to my cheeks was nearly unbearable. Siren retreated from my ear and looked down at me a bewildered expression forming on his face. This may be the one time I regret choosing a masquerade mask to protect my identity. If my bashfulness wasn’t apparent enough in my voice, he could certainly see it from my glowing red cheeks!

“Strings, are you..—?”

“S-Shut up!” I interrupted him from continuing his sentence. I slipped out of our position, letting the cool air slap in my face as I turned my back on the blindfolded man. Never has Siren ever attempted to flirt with me back. My heart was racing out of my chest and my knees felt so weak. I wanted to run and squeal around this rooftop, but instead, I maintained my composure to the best of my ability.

As if to toy with me, Siren approached me, pressing his chest against my head. He lifted my bass over me, letting the strap fall onto my shoulder. “Carry your instrument.” He commanded. My arms flew up, immediately grabbing it by the neck and hip. I was too paralyzed and flustered to move and make any sort of remark. This made Siren hum curiously.

“I’ve never heard you this quiet.” He said, almost shocked. It took all my might to not turn around and bang this man in the head. Instead, I remained composed to the best of my ability. He began walking around me, now standing in front. With his hands behind his back, he leaned down with his face nearly inches away from mine. “Let’s call this a tie, I suppose.” His smile was wide and prideful, and rather than being annoyed, I felt my heart melt at such a sight.

“I-It’s whatever…” I mumbled, too shy to even look at him through my mask. Siren chuckled, tapping the tip of my nose with his index finger.

“I’ll be seeing you around then, my bassist.” With that, he waved me goodbye as he walked off, disappearing into the night. My heart pounded my ears, not even working up the courage to move my wobbly legs. I swallowed hard, feeling the lump in my throat go down. My eyes trailed down to my bass as my cheeks still tingled at the thought of him.

Fuck..

Ugh.. Fuck!

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a / n ~ was sooo excited to get this fic out when i saw the request a couple days ago! notes, reblogs, replies, whatever! are super duper appreciated! i saw all the little reblogs and replies about being excited for my siren content which is why i decided to push through writing this before i went to sleep! i hope yall enjoyyyy <333

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[hyperfixationstati0n]

could you write something like Spencer and x fem reader are in a relationship and it's like a memory recalling how they met and reader randomly came up to Spencer in a bar when him and his team were out, she was pretending he was her bf cause she needed to get rid of someone and then ended up actually hitting on him and he's all flustered & confused & blushing etc like lots of fluff and the team is just sitting there watching like omg! something like that, thank you!

THIS IS SO SILLY YES YES YES i also made it long hair Spencer because hes the loml

Pairing: Spencer x fem!reader

Content warnings: Mentions of alcohol, creepy guy hitting on you, Spencer doesn't drink, fluff fluff fluff

Word count: 878

There you are, sitting on the couch next to your boyfriend. You were both recalling memories of your relationship, when a smile forms across your face.

“oh my god, remember how we met?”

You’re taken back to three years prior, the dim lighting of the bar bouncing off your shiny hair. You’re smoothing down the tiny black dress you have on, trying desperately to come up with a plan to get out of the situation you were in. This guy had been hitting on you for what seemed like hours now. What started as cute and flattering quickly turned into creepy and off putting. He just wouldn’t give up.

You tap your nails on the bar, biting your lip as his hand gets dangerously close to your leg. His advances were getting more and more obscene the longer you sat there. You look around and suddenly see a group of people walking in. One specifically catches your eye. He was tall, lanky, with almost shoulder length chestnut hair that curled at the ends. Then, the idea hits you.

“Sorry uh…my boyfriend just got here.” You say in a soft voice, not giving him a chance to respond before you’re scurrying across the bar. Your heels tap on the floor, catching the man’s attention. He was more beautiful up close. You look at him with frantic eyes.

“I know this is going to sound insane, but I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend.” You whisper. His face twists in confusion, but then realizes when he sees the other man who was hitting on you starting to make his way over. He looks into the group of people, you see one of them is laughing.

“Uh…Ok.” He says, clearly nervous and a little confused. You grab his arm and put it around your shoulder, leaning into him. You could hear his heart racing. Hell, so was yours. As the other man finally reaches you. You could really see what he looked like now in better lighting. He looked…greasy. He scoffs, stares you up and down and then walks away. You let out a sigh of relief, finally looking at the stranger you were cuddled up to.

“Thank you, you really saved my ass.” You say. You notice how hard he’s blushing. You realize his arm is still around you. You quickly duck out from under it and stand next to him. “I’m Y/N.’

He tucks a stray lock of hair behind his ear and looks back at you.

“I’m…Spencer.” He manages to say, stumbling over his own words. You tilt your head slightly. He really was cute. Your eyes locked. It was almost hypnotizing. 

“Can I thank you by buying you a drink?” You say, a hint of flirtatiousness in your voice. His whole face goes red, and a smile crosses his face.

“Sure, I would-Yes, I would love that.” He says, chuckling. He was clearly embarrassed. It was endearing. 

“Go get ‘em, lover.” One of the men he was with says, patting him on the back. He was tall, muscular. There were three other women with them. One was wearing the brightest outfit you’d ever seen, clapping her hands together in seeming excitement for her friend. The other was ordering a drink at the bar, her blonde hair pouring over her shoulders. The last was smacking the muscular mans arm, laughing. You couldn’t help but be intrigued by this group of people. Especially Spencer. You gently take his hand and lead him over to a free barstool. You lean over the bar and order a drink for yourself, the low cut of your dress falling even lower. You look back at him.

“What can I get you?”

“Oh..I don’t drink.” He says, blushing even more, if that's possible.

You sit down next to him. “Oh, I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to assume” You look back as the bartender hands you your own drink. 

“No-no you’re fine. I…I didn’t want to pass up the chance to talk to you.”

Unknowingly, Emily, JJ, Morgan, and Garcia are sitting across the bar, watching very intently. 

“Come on, pretty boy…” Morgan whispers, taking a swig of his beer. They were all rooting for him, even if they were entertained by his nervousness. 

You switched to soda in solidarity with your new companion. You were absolutely infatuated with him right off the bat. He was so interesting, so smart, and absolutely gorgeous. It just felt like fate. 

You look into his eyes, and he stares back with the same level of admiration and joy.

“I like you…can I give you my number?”

Spencer looks absolutely flustered. It was adorable. He quickly pulls out his phone from his pocket. “Yes, please. I like you too.” He hands you his phone, which you put your number into. By then, you were blushing just as hard as him, beaming. 

Little did either of you know, that would be the beginning of the rest of your lives.

Fast forward back to the present day, you curled up under Spencer's arm similarly to how you were that first night. Except now, you didn’t have to pretend he was your boyfriend. You lean up and kiss his cheek.

“I wouldn’t trade that night for the world.”

(an: this is 100% my favorite thing I've written so far!! i hope you enjoyed:)

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[luckyshotwrites]

Ch. 83 // Your turn again, Claudia! // Day 57 (Bonus Chapter)

Contents (Warnings): Claudia gets the chance to host another game! (slight angst, vore mentions, craving, character and monster info as always). Read full chapter on A03

Wordcount: 3,300 +

Song I correlate to this Chapter: Under the Influence (Violin) - Joey Sunny

Side note: This chapter will be in the usual format again, Lynette first person and everyone else third person. I apologize for the confusion!

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(Nov. 21st, Monday)

Lynette

Being 5 feet tall is so much better than 4 inches tall. I thought, poking at my scrambled eggs.

It may have been the sporadic thoughts bouncing around my head, but sticking my fork into a clump of eggs was hard. It felt like I was trying to stab into a grape.

The coffee makers hum from across the bar called my attention. I peered up to see Wicks waiting for his cup of coffee. He leaned on the fridge beside the counter the machine rested on. He slumped his head on the side of the glass fridge door. 

He got home so late. He got home at 5 in the morning.

Thus, I refused to start training today because of his exhausted state.

And he didn't tell me why he was out so late. "Has work been well?" I asked, finally getting the eggs with my...I realized I had a spoon and not a fork. That explains why I couldn't stab them. 

My whole body shot up. I felt like I was back on the steak, and Lev poked my leg with the fork. You know, spoons are better anyway. 

"It's been work. Good days and bad, some more stressful than others." Wicks flipped around. His coffee mug is in his right hand. "I'm glad I can do something good." 

He yawned.

The bags under your eyes look so much worse. He asked me a question after—I might have looked disgruntled by his answer. 

"Are you worried about last night? You know I've been out for days at a time before."

I quickly swallowed the second spoonful and countered him, "That was BEFORE I knew what you did!"

Wicks's hazel hue whipped at me. Uh oh. I imagined the green light telling him it was okay to sass me pop over my head.

He calmly put down his coffee, slid it further away, then faced me and slammed his palms onto the counter.

"OH, YOU CAN WORRY ABOUT ME," He bought his hands into his army green t-shirt then flipped his hand up to me, "BUT when I tell you how ridiculous that BET to be tiny was with YOUR coworkers, I'M THE BAD GUY!" Wicks grunted out, "YOU WERE EVEN STAYING AT THEIR HOUSES!"

I got up from my stool and shook my head, "I didn't call you the bad guy, Wicks!" I refused to answer to anything else that he said. Lev didn't give me a choice. 

Wicks slid his mug back in front of him and picked it up. 

He dropped his voice, "You see what I mean though."

"Yeah..." I sighed, "But you can't compare your work to mine. I work at a pizzeria with some jerky coworkers. You work problems head on, right?" I put more eggs in my mouth.

Wicks narrowed his eyes with disgust, "It's not a competition of whether I have it worse, Lentils." He lifted his mug to his face, "You also can't summarize your coworkers as normal jerks either."

I saw his lack of hesitation to drink the his coffee.

I lurched forward to try and touch his hand or cup. "Wicks, you didn't even-"

He took a sip, cried out, and put his cup back down. He held his mouth shut.

"You just made it! It's going to be hot, Wicks!"

Wicks lifted his hand slightly, "I was too busy being frustrated with you. You distracted me."

"Sorry," I apologized. 

I expected to see Wicks's eyes glow and for him to use reversal magic. It never happened. "Are you going to heal it?"

Wicks glanced up and stuck his tongue out, showing its lack of redness, then pulled it back. "Magus's bodies normally heal themselves." He smiled with relief, "Good thing too. I'm terrible with assistance magic."

"Really?"

"It's not what I focused on with my training. Dad had me learn more offensive magic." He touched the rim of his cup with his finger, "I've got plenty of time to learn it anyway." 

I finished up my eggs and felt a cramp of jealousy. I wish I could use magic too.

...

Alexander

It was slow. 

He found himself working at the registers with Lynette because Claudia was also working today. Other than that, he'd be in the back, and Lev would be out doing the odd jobs.

Alexander watched her out of the corner of his eye. She was nearest to the pizza pick-up station. 

His body twitched anytime she moved a little closer, cleaning, fidgeting, whatever the case. He held back his reflex to grab her. 

How long has it been? He asked himself the terrible question. He knew he shouldn't think like that when his victory wasn't even secured. 

He grumbled, "If only Drake didn't distract my ass."

Lynette flinched, "First thing you say in the last hour, and it's about that." 

He rolled his eyes and pressed up his rectangular lenses. "You'd be pissed too if you missed an opportunity, right?"

"Not to eat someone," Lynette muttered, momentarily meeting his gaze. Alexander knew he shouldn't have, and he felt relieved seeing her turn her head away. "I also remember what you did on my first day after the wedding."

Alexander shut his eyes. He distinctly remembered it, too. They lazily reopened, and Alexander stared toward the main entrance. He couldn't let himself see her nervousness. 

"Yeah, and how many times have you manipulated my ass to win, Shrimp." He wore a slight smirk. 

"And how many times have you proposed unfair games!"

"Like you aren't doing the same," Alexander retorted—he found his eyes trailing back to her. "I hope you know that even though you and Claudia decided on something together, you aren't winning today."

Alexander had turned to look at Lynette upon saying that. And the dark blue-haired bastard pinched his cheek, "Outsmarting them requires you to be smart, Wendie~." 

The glass-clad male's hand went up to grab Lev's wrist. He barely missed as the drakin spun with the pizza and laughed. 

"Asshole."

Lev fake gasped as he put the pizza away, "That's not proper language for the counter," the playful hook stabbed into Alexander's lip. It curled up.

He was ready to wrestle Lev onto the floor. 

Lev continued, this time speaking to Lynette. "He looks a little more balked than usual. He didn't get you yesterday, did he?" 

"No and-"

The drakin's finger came out and went to touch her lips, shushing her. "I know. He won't get you today either, right?~"

Lynette stumbled back from Lev. Her back was to Alexander.

Alexander tuned out of their conversation and focused downward. 

Each of Lev's steps made her retreat closer to him. 

As saliva pooled inside his mouth, he sealed his lips tightly. And to keep himself from drowning, he swallowed.

His core yearned for a meal. His body knew he'd enjoy her.

His arms were jerked upward when she bumped into his chest. His instincts nearly consumed him as he held her upper arms. Seeing Lev and Zilla, who had just walked inside, watchful and waiting, he let go.

He bit his own lip until it bled to regain control over himself. 

"Lev, don't work on getting Wendie fired." Zilla's bright smile was as mocking as Lev's. "I don't want one less meal option during lunch." 

"He has more self-control than that, I'm sure." Lev chuckled unapologetically.  

Smug asshole. You did that on purpose. 

Once everything got settled again and the two left, Lynette and him resumed their positions at the counter. She spoke first, "sorry for bumping into you."

Alexander saw a customer coming inside. He rolled his shoulders and replied, "Next time, pay attention to your surroundings."  

He regretted saying what he did, because it spurred a grotesque memory. One that at least kept his attention off Lynette. 

...

Lynette

I left the counter before Alexander. I don't even know what Claudia has planned for today. We talked about what we'd do after the holidays on Saturday. There's no guarantee it'll go well, anyway. I have to tell Claudia no, even if Alexander won't eat me for the weekend if I win. 

I removed my badge and scanned out, ready to return to the breakrooms. 

If she can't perform much magic, I wonder what she'll be doing instead. 

She mentioned she's not supposed to use a lot of magic. 

I put my badge into my pocket with my phone. I should be more positive, but Lev is here, and Xander's still mad from yesterday.

"Lynette," Zilla's melodonic and soft voice tenderly pulled at my ear. When my head twisted back to see her, she slung an arm over my shoulders. Zilla leaned on me as she scanned out. 

"Hi, Zilla." You want to do some kind of deal, don't you?

"How was your vacation? I feel like we haven't talked much since our girl day." She pulled out her black scrunchy. It allowed her choppy, grayish-white locks to puffy out and free. The rosey scent touched my nose, and her hair partially brushed my face.

"It's been good..." She tugged me with her. "How about yours? What did you do?"

Her violet left me and went ahead to the glass sliding door. It opened for us. "Mine was as good as it could be with Zane." She didn't describe what they did.

Her voice echoed in the room that had all the table and chairs removed from the center. "None of the boys are here yet, Claudia?"

"Nope," she said. Claudia sat on the floor, playing with a large coin. It didn't have a picture on either side just the ridges around it's gold shimmer.

I felt the desperation flood my eyes, "This isn't a coin toss, is it?" 

Claudia slapped her hands onto the coin to catch it from rolling away. "No, no! We're gonna fight!"

Zilla pulled her arm away from me, "Do you think that'd be a good idea, Claudia?"

I hated to admit it. "Yeah, Claudia, I don't think I could overpower any of you."

Her head teetered to Zilla, then me, and she giggled, "That's why you get the coin first!" She slid the coin to my feet. Claudia then lifted her hat and out tumbled a roll of used gray duct table.

"You're going to tape it to me?!"

"So it's a little harder to steal from you," Claudia said. Why do you say that like it shouldn't even be a question!?

Zilla muffled her laugh and picked up the coin, "Claudia, we'd simply rip it from her." `

"Or take the whole package," Lev said from a distance behind me. I never hear him come in.

"I don't want to be tossed around again." My shoulders slumped.

"Tossed around?" Claudia eagerly bounced up. "What do you mean?

Zilla handed the coin back to me. It felt lighter. Then she went on to explain the game Drake posed on his day a while back. They all had to carry me through rooms and touch me with a wall while carrying me to win.

...

Zilla

Claudia seemed fascinated by the idea and decided to do something similar. As long as Lynette was within fifteen feet of the coin, it counted as her win if one of them made it into the tape circles on the ground, linked to the coin. There were five in total all across the room.

Zilla had already made her first move, but she wanted to keep the attention on her like normal without fully revealing what she had done.  

"Regarding bets today, since I'll be playing," her combat boots reverberated with each step. She confidently stood before the two taller males. "I've decided if I win, I want you both to give yourselves to me willingly."

Their faces flare, amused her. Alexander's face was consistently honest, so his face openly showed it's disgust. While Lev excelled at hiding it. Nonetheless, it still showed subtle perturbation for a moment.

Alexander looked at another table, "whatever."

While, in typical Lev fashion, he wanted to push her to give up first. "And if I win, Zilla, you'll willingly give yourself to me."

The thought stewed in her stomach. I know how you treat your prey. She didn't have to look at the redhead again to confirm it.

She combatted his stance by mimicking its opposing force, "I'll take that wager, Lev.~" Zilla even copied his tune. 

He leaned closer with his yellow heat burning in his eyes. Zilla matched his closeness. Their faces were inches apart.

Zilla could see the excitement sprouting from him. It was always apparent with his teeth. Sharp enough to bite if you wanted to.  

Besides her distaste for the bet, she had to admit that the games they played were rather fun. His dedication and attention to detail impressed her. 

Let's see how quick you catch on then, Lev. 

Claudia shouted to get their attention and Lev pulled back first. 

...

Lev

Claudia pushed the coin about the size of Lynette's head to her.

"I don't want to get thrown across the room."

Claudia laughed, "that'd be funny."

"You better not toss her around; she's fragile as hell."

All humans are.

"I'm not that fragile," Lynette gripped the coin. 

Lev couldn't resist. "Wanna test that, Lynette? I'd love to have you over again.~" He watched her create more distance between them. You make it so easy. 

"What did you do to her?" Alexander, who was only half paying attention prior, was pulled in.

Wouldn't you like to know. Lev thought before letting the words roll off his tongue, "something that you clearly haven't had the chance to indulge in yet.~" Lev purposefully selected what he said to spur even further confusion.

Alexander furrowed his brow together like two rhinoceros beetles clashing horns, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?!" 

Lev didn't answer. Instead, he keenly listened to Claudia's rules, wanting to find a way around them. 

"No fighting each other with magic, and no monster forms. Lynette will start in the middle of the room; we each start at our own circle."

She gestured around the room; all the tables were moved to the far edges of the breakroom so they weren't inconvenient.  

Hmm. We'll all end up bolting for Lynette first. Getting the coin from Claudia will be far more difficult than Zilla.

"I'm going to get smashed to a pulp," Lynette told Claudia. Zilla joined in on the teasing, and Lev took the opportunity to speak to Alexander. Aw, you don't look enthralled by the idea.

Lev slowly leaned over and whispered, "Do you want to work together?"

His eyes squinted like someone took off his glasses. "Huh?"

"You know this isn't a good idea. Lynette's very fragile." Lev said. And she's your responsibility. "So, why don't we team up. I get the coin, and you hold Lynette back. That way, in the end, you get to eat her, and I get to eat Zilla." 

"Holding her without eating her will be a pain in the ass," Alexander commented.

That's not a no, is it?~

"You know, out of the both of us, I'm definitely better at avoiding things. It would be easy for Claudia and or Zilla to get you." Lev said. 

He could feel Alexander's consideration. I'm grateful you think logically. 

"Fine, but if I grab her don't any waste time." 

I'd bet three minutes at most before he'd just eat her. Lev thought, containing his chuckle. He couldn't break that already loose trust Alexander placed in him. 

Not that long after they got to their stations. Lynette would be heading for the circle ahead of her that didn't house anyone. The two most advantageous at the time were Lev and Zilla. Across from one another, waiting for their chance to move.

Zilla's too cocky. Her, Lynette, and Claudia are most likely in a deal right now.

Lev thought more about Claudia. She's always the one that leaves me curious. She does things on whims.

The buzzer that was Claudia's phone and they all ran. Lev was a bit faster, his objective was to get her to stop running, which he did when he was able to grab one of her arms and sling her back by it. Her back landed in his arm, and he dipped her with a grin.

"Got something for me?~" His vocals sang. He went to snatch the coin from her hands while she panicked to keep herself from falling from his hold.

Claudia sprang at him next, using her "wings". One snatched at Lev. He let Lynette go. The other caught Lynette and helped her up.

Lev maneuvered the "wings" and checked the distance between him and Lynette.

He counted his steps, making sure he wouldn't back into anything. He also kept a firm track of Zilla. Or he assumed so. He figured she did some type of spatial magic to get close enough to him.

She threw herself at the coin, he threw himself back at the risk of Claudia. Dodging Zilla, however the fae took her opportunity and her arm swung back into Lev. It struck his side, though not with much force sent him into Zilla. They were flung back toward another circle while the coin laid at the center of the room.

"You're awfully heavy in your human case!" Zilla commented pushing him off.

Lev flipped up from the ground and teased Claudia. "Your arms are technically part of your monster form Claudia, you broke your own rules."

The fae shook her head, "they-" she couldn't argue with him. And tossed the coin to the other side, near where Alexander held Lynette.

Zilla got a slight headstart. It only spurred Lev further, he raced out, desperately trying to catch up. They couldn't use the circle that the coin was near, Lynette was most likely fifteen feet away.

Zilla got it, she threw a chair to Lev to hit his legs. He jumped over it and lunged at her. She threw herself out of the way. Lev twisted his body before he landed, hit the side of his body into the wall, and used his elemental, wind magic to propel himself at her. He cut it off, obeying Claudia's "not using magic to hurt anyone" rule, and crashed into Zilla again.

He struck her side this time from behind. It threw her off balance and near another circle. She had let go of the ring, Lev caught it in mid-air and tried to step inside.

Zilla twisted herself on the ground and slammed her leg into Lev's, he fell, luckily into a table to catch himself. He still had the coin.

Zilla had gotten up, and that was when Lev heard Alexander yell. It destroyed their whole fight, because it was then Lev realized the coin felt light.

...

Alexander

He didn't expect it to be easy. Mostly because everyone would be struggling to get to the center at Lynette. Lev had it first, then Claudia, and the fighting continued. Lynette wanted to focus on staying her distance. That was when he got behind her and scooped her up. 

She immediately yelped and glanced back the best she could. Her legs flailed, and he kept her arms restrained at her sides.

"Xander!"

It was hard to keep her restrained without making a move. "Quit IT." 

"Why are you picking me up!? Put me down, I don't have the coin!"

Alexander's stomach rumbled. The word, down, overwhelmed his thoughts. He gulped, swallowing the overabundance of saliva. 

"Why did you have to use that phrase," he groaned in annoyance.

She didn't stop fighting him. "Because not everyone thinks like you guys do!"

Fuck. "And not everyone smells so damn appetizing." There was a persistent whine coming from his stomach. Alexander's body was fighting him too. This reminds me of that damn cube. 

He tried to keep track of the others, "We're gonna win anyway."

"We..." She felt his grip tightened—he kept it light enough not to crush her. "You guys are working together!" 

Alexander's eyes flared with their bright blue light; his size was itching to change. "How many times have you worked with-" He saw Zilla get knocked back. He dropped Lynette, and lurched in her direction. That was when he viewed the faint magic text coming from her. 

He concentrated on it, and he realized Zilla used illusion magic to hide the real coin that she had duct taped to her shirt. 

"SHE'S USING ILLUSION MAGIC!" Alexander shouted, but the game was already over. Zilla stepped into one of the circles. 

Claudia laughed, "OH, that's why it felt different!"

Lev waved the coin he currently held. It vanished once Zilla released the illusion. 

She knew if she didn't keep fighting with them, we'd pick up on her. Alexander eyed Lynette. She got away from him. It made him want to pursue her. 

Lev spoke, "Zilla, your bet was to be able to eat Wendie and me willingly, right?"

Zilla tossed the coin back to Claudia and approached them, "Correct."

"Perfect," Lev said. 

He snapped his head back. Lev's intentions met Lynette's; she wanted to create run from him, but he grabbed her wrist and dragged her into a hug. "Then I will gladly let you eat me after I have my snack~."

You fucker. "You didn't win the bet, Lev." Alexander missed his opportunity once again.

Lev firmly held her, "Unlike our other deals, we usually make bets on who gets her. Zilla's bet never specified Lynette being "safe"."

He then whispered something to Lynette after and she went crazy. 

"This is so cheap!" 

"Aw, come on, we're a team; we should all work together. Shouldn't we?" Lev's case burst first. Now holding Lynette with a singular hand. Alexander didn't want to watch Lev enjoy her.

It didn't seem Zilla was interested either, so she beckoned Alexander to follow her to the next breakroom. 

Why do I keep making these stupid bets? I should just eat her. Alexander thought to himself.

He eyed Zilla from behind; whether bad or not, her lack of scent still bothered him. 

"I don't trust Lev very much. He might give the excuse that he already ate, so he can't be eaten."

They went through the glass door together, "asshole." 

Zilla's chuckled as she turned around to look at Alexander better. "You could have fought with him like Claudia is now." Zilla pointed behind him. He turned to see Claudia was swinging about, supposedly on Lev.  

"I'm not going to fucking play tug of war with someone who has the tensile strength of a tissue."

He didn't look back again. He felt Zilla's case break and he could feel her clawed hands inching at his back.

Every muscle in his body clenched, he wanted to fight it or run from her. Her hand, smooth and firm, wrapped around him like he was a doll. She brought him up and made him face her. She didn't look too different in her naga form, at least her upper half didn't.

She smiled, showing off her fangs. "Can't you at least try to look happy, Wendie?"

Alexander being brought to her plump lips still growled out, "I hope you choke."

It made her laugh before she opened her fanged mouth wide to eat him.

 ...

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[child-of-eris]

Jason Grace x Child of Eris!Reader Headcanons

Pairing: Jason Grace x Child of Eris!Reader

Warnings: Probably OC Jason, Piper and Jason were never dating, LIGHT violence, idk

This is after The Blood of Olympus and before The Trails of Apollo. I have also taken some... creative liberties. It’s way too detailed and I may as well have just written a fic but too late. Lemme know if you guys wanna see a fic or anything else, really. 

How you meet:

You meet at Camp Half-Blood a few days after the war with Gaia

Jason is heading to the infirmary to visit Nico (and maybe tease him about a certain son of Apollo a bit, but hey, who can blame him?)

You’re sitting on the front steps of the Big House, a bandage on your left cheek and clothes still bloody. 

He doesn’t realize he’s staring until you clear your throat and look at him

“You gonna say something or just stare at me?”

He goes bright red, apologizes flying out of his mouth

“I’m so sorry, it’s just, well, why are you still so...”

“Bloody?” you ask, a grin starting to form. It’s a little scary, if he’s honest. 

You explain you haven’t been back to cabin 42 yet, as it got damaged in the battle, so you’ve been helping around camp instead and sleeping in tents with your siblings

“Besides, the chaos helps me stay focused.”

It takes Jason a few minutes to remember what demigods cabin 42 is home to until...

“You’re a child of Eris?”

He couldn’t really believe that YOU were a child of Eris. Sure, your smile was startling, but he had a feeling that was on purpose. 

Besides that, you seemed... well, like a normal, admittedly attractive demigod

“Is that a problem?” 

Stuttering out a panicked “of course not!” and more apologies, he stops short when you begin to laugh

You say you were just teasing him, and with a genuine smile (which was really nice, actually) you excuse yourself and walk away towards the mess hall. 

He watches you leave, face still red, and can’t help but want to talk with you again

Becoming friends:

He’s sees you again standing outside your cabin, talking to a younger girl who is bouncing in place and a older boy beside you who is dressed in all black. 

He goes to talk to you, but before he can, you wave at them and vanish into the shadows.

He feels his breath catch in his lungs. 

You can shadow travel???

She’s a granddaughter of Nyx, idiot, of course she can.

He walks back to his cabin in a daze, wondering why he wanted to see you again so bad. 

The next day he manages to catch up to you as you walk to the mess hall for lunch

He jogs to catch up and awkwardly says he never caught your name

When you introduce yourself, he tells you his name as well

“I know who you are, Grace.”

With an embarrassed laugh (he really needed to get it together), he asks if you wanted to spar sometime

“Like for fun? Sure.”

And that’s where it all started

Fluffy times:

You’re always there for each other

People get confused, because you 2 seem so different

That doesn’t stop you from beating the hell out of each other in the arena one moment and laughing together the next

He gets permission to sit at your table sometimes

All your siblings love him, but also tease you relentlessly

“Here comes your boyfriend-” “Shut up you are the worst oh my gods-”

You definitely don’t like him

Definitely 

He loosens up more around you more than most people, laughing and stealing fries from your plate

He goes to you when his doubts take over and he’s left wondering if he’s good enough

“I messed up the one chance I had with my father. Who says I won’t mess up again?”

You kinda hate Zeus/Jupiter for that, but you’ll never say anything

You’d rather not be struck down, thank you

The day he decides to actually acknowledge his growing crush on you is about 4 months later

He busts into cabin 9 in search of Leo, and very uncharacteristically freaks out

Leo laughs at him for a solid 5 minutes before he finally stops and takes the situation seriously

“Tell them.”

“But-”

“Tell them.”

So he would… when the time was right

The right time:

Turns out “the right time” tends to never come

He tried to say something several times

But for the first time in a long, long time, he can’t seem to find the courage

Part of him relishes in feeling like a normal guy with a crush

The rest of him wants to bang his head against a wall

So he definitely did not plan to tell you how he felt on a cold December afternoon

Everything was normal, you were both walking to the climbing wall for some fun, when you heard yelling from Half-Blood Hill

You 2 go racing to the top of the hill, only to find a terrified satyr attempting to protect 3 young kids, likely demigods

Jason is in the air before you can blink, flying towards the hellhound that threatens them

Despite having only a dagger, you rush forward as well, unwilling to let Jason fight alone

You two fight well together after months of training, enough so to distract the truck-sized hellhound and allow the kids and satyr to make it past the border

A dagger isn’t the best weapon against a giant canine, however, so you’re forced to be constantly moving to avoid claws and teeth

When you misstep roll your ankle, you yelp as your leg gives out under you, loud enough to distract Jason, who is immediately slapped by a large paw and thrown against Thalia’s tree

The hellhound advances towards him, but before it can get too far, you roll under it and directly into it’s shadow on the ground and out beside Jason

Grabbing onto him, you pull him into the only safe place you can think of

The Zeus cabin

After nights sneaking in and watching movies (and technically breaking the rules but hey, what Chiron doesn’t know won’t hurt him), it feels safer than anywhere else

Or to be more precise, Jason feels safe and the Zeus cabin is Jason’s home

Popping out from Zeus’ statue’s shadow, you quickly sit up and lean over him, desperate to see if he’s okay

And that’s when he kisses you

It doesn’t last long, but when you part, you can only stare at him

“You’re not concussed, right?”

He laughs and shakes his head (and you’ll later find out he was, but he insists he would have kissed you regardless)

“No, no, I’ve wanted to do that for... awhile.”

So you kiss him again, and then panic when he groans in pain after trying to sit up

(Off to the infirmary you go, where you would find a disapproving son of Apollo and a son of Hades who laughs for 5 minutes when he hears that he got taken down by a hellhound of all things)

But looking at you, talking with Nico while Will attempts to give him more ambrosia, he finds he’s happier than he’s been in a long, long time

He’s finally home

#jason grace #jason grace x you #jason grace x reader #hoo fanfic #hoo x reader

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Alley?

I did not expect this to be the one my brain got into, but here we are.

Gonna just stick today's Whumptober entry in here real quick:

Somebody in this associated with this parts supplier almost a hundred levels down on Coruscant had sold Hera a part with a beacon that almost got her and Jacen caught by Imperial loyalists, Kallus was sure of it. He, Zeb, and Sabine had come here to find out who had sold Hera the part, and who had paid them to do it. They didn't trust the New Republic to assign enough resources to the task to do it right.

While Zeb and Sabine talked to the people in the parts shop, Kallus watched from an alley between it and the next building over. Maybe someone interesting would come out of it, or...

Movement across the narrow street in front of the parts shop caught Kallus's eye. He shifted slowly to get a better look. A human with light hair, dark clothes, and a slight build was also watching the shop. Which probably meant she'd seen him, he'd never been great at hiding. The cigarra in his hand and the stolen shop coveralls would make him look like an employee for at least ten minutes, and maybe a bad employee for another ten. After that, he'd look as suspicious as that slip of a human across the street did.

He turned his head as far away from her as he could while keeping her in his peripheral vision. "Someone's watching out here," he murmured. The mic on his collar should pick it up and transmit that to Sabine's helmet. "Not sure what--"

And all of a sudden, the woman was standing next to him. She was as small as he'd thought she was at a distance, but there was no way she should've been able to cross the street that fast. She reached for something on her belt. Kallus stumbled away from her and fell over  disposable crates piled near the parts shop door.

As he landed on his back, a red light swept over his head. Not a blaster bolt, a lightsaber. Kriff.

No way to defend himself against that. Kallus stayed on his back where he fell and shouted, "Zeb, Sabine, run!"

He barely got the last syllable out before the... Inquisitor? Sith? dropped a knee on his chest and held her lightsaber so close to his eyes the blade singed his eyebrows. Dark makeup around her eyes made them look wider than her anger made them. "Who are you?" She demanded.

"Alexsandr Kallus." Giving his real name might keep him alive long enough to escape. It still carried a bounty in some corners of the outer rim.

She didn't react to the name. It didn't sound like a promise of credits to her, then. Or his voice was too choked to say it. With her whole weight on his chest, he couldn't take a full breath.

She dipped her wrist to brush the blade over Kallus's face. The burning pain tore a strangled cry out of him that was still bouncing off the alley's walls when she said, "What are you to Sabine Wren?"

Kallus's lips twitched into a painful, brief smile. So this was the stalker Sabine had mentioned. Too bad he couldn't help her with this one. Lightsaber fights were beyond his pay grade, even back when he was getting paid.

Before he could think of a good answer to her question, the door beside him crashed open. The stalker leapt off Kallus toward the street and raised her lightsaber just in time to reflect a bo-rifle bolt into the wall beside the door. Snarling, Zeb jumped over Kallus to stand between him and the lightsaber.

And just as Kallus was thinking of standing up to join him, Sabine jumped over him too, followed by the shouts of confused and alarmed parts shop employees. Kallus sighed and pulled his blaster from its holster. He could shoot from the ground well enough.

Not that he had the chance to. The stalker looked between the three of them, gaze hanging longer on Sabine than the rest with her big eyes wider than ever, and then took off running.

Zeb and Sabine chased her to the mouth of the alley and looked up and down the street outside, but didn't follow any farther. "Where the hells did she go?" Zeb demanded.

Sabine sighed. "She does that."

A shop employee in the same coveralls Kallus wore peered out the shop's alley door, then down at Kallus and his burned face. "Just stay there, I'll call an ambulance." The employee turned and ran into the shop.

Now that the danger was past, the burn on Kallus's face hurt worse than when he got it. He holstered his blaster carefully so as not to move his head much. Zeb knelt down beside him, ears drooping with horror.

Kallus tried to smile, but it wouldn't have been convincing. Moving his mouth hurt too much. "Have you ever been to a lower level hospital? It's not as interesting during the day, but--"

"I'm pretty sure the veterans' hospital on Level 10 will take you." Sabine grabbed one of Kallus's arms and Zeb took the other to help him stand. "They don't make you leave your weapons at the door."

"Perfect." Bacta spray would've regrown the skin with some risks of infection, but as Zeb reminded him often enough, they weren't at war and there wasn't anybody who'd kill Kallus if he didn't keep up an invulnerable reputation. He might as well let a professional put his face back together. "So, where did your Sith stalker come from, exactly?" Sabine rolled her eyes. "She's not a Sith. It's a long story." Zeb helped Kallus sit carefully on the ground out in front of the parts shop, where the ambulance would find him easily. "Well, get to telling it, then," Zeb said. "We've got time."

#whump #burned #text #it's just that there are so many things in #Star Wars #that burn people? #it's so convenient #yes him again shush #swr #no.7 #No effort Whumptober #alley

[melody-everbelle]

Bailando (Pee-wee Herman x Reader)

Title: Bailando

Pairing: Pee-wee Herman x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 1,048

Warning(s): Rivalry, cheating-related angst, friends-to-lovers romance and fluff

Summary: During tonight's ball, your friendship with Pee-wee becomes more than that after an encounter with his enemy.

Author’s Note: Inspired by the song Bailando by Enrique Iglesias and my latest Nathan Chen fanfiction The Tennessee Tango, except this one's more G-rated.

I also included an original male character, so I hope you don't mind 😅

***

Bailando (bailando) Bailando (bailando) Tu cuerpo y el mío llenando el vacío Subiendo y bajando (subiendo y bajando)

Bailando (bailando) Bailando (bailando) Ese fuego por dentro me va enloqueciendo Me va saturando

Bailando by Enrique Iglesias

***

You were in your room, getting ready for tonight's ball. You couldn't help but feel excited because not only were you going out with your best friend—the one and only Pee-wee Herman—you were also going to meet your crush, Chris, there. As you finished adjusting your makeup, you heard the doorbell ring. "Coming!"

You bounced from your room all the way to the front door, opening it to find Pee-wee, standing there in his usual but attractive attire. "Good evening, Y/N," he spoke as he admired your outfit for tonight.

"Hello, Pee-wee!" You squealed, since you weren't expecting your friend to show up to your house, but did, anyway. "I hope you're as excited as I am for the ball tonight!"

"I know you are, but what am I?" He teased, much to your laughter.

On your way to the ball, you felt butterflies flying in the pit of your stomach. Despite tonight being one of the best nights ever, you were feeling a bit nervous. Pee-wee and Chris never got along with each other, so you thought now was the chance for you to help them patch things up. As you both entered the ballroom, you decided to head over to the refreshments, not to get away from Pee-wee, of course, but to find Chris and go talk to him.

As you made your way to the refreshments table, you accidentally bumped into someone, causing him to spill his drink. As you noticed this, you let out an "Oops!"

"I'm so sorry, let me just..."

"Nah, it's okay," the figure spoke before you could clean up after the accident. You looked up to him, realizing it was no one other than Chris, causing your face to be tinted a light shade of red.

"Oh my goodness, Chris!" You covered your face with both of your hands in embarrassment. "I'm so sorry again."

"Hey, you're fine," Chris reassured. "It was just an accident, that's all."

Across the room stood Pee-wee, who was witnessing the whole incident. He felt a sense of jealousy at the sight of you talking to your crush, the grudge he held against him manifesting. But he couldn't bring himself to explode as he was not going to ruin the night, but he also wanted to see you happy. So he brushed off those feelings and decided to distract himself from what he was seeing.

After the brief convo you had with Chris, you wandered around the ballroom to find Pee-wee, who had been doing his Tequila dance in front of the guests. You giggled as you watched, and when he finished, you headed over to him.

"Hey, Pee-wee, I want to tell you something."

"Let me guess, Y/N," he replied rather snarkily. "It's about Chris, is it?"

Not wanting your friend to be upset about Chris, you sighed out of exasperation. "Pee-wee, look. You need to let this go, okay? Chris is a nice guy, and I'm sure whatever grudge you have against him is..."

You slowly turned around to find Chris, who had been dancing with a random girl. As the surrounding crowd cheered and clapped, you gasped, your eyes widened and filled with tears as you covered your mouth with your hand.

"What's wrong?" Pee-wee asked, suddenly worried about you.

"I'm so sorry," you spoke quietly through your tears. "I think I need a minute."

You quickly walked out of the ballroom to a hallway nearby. When you reached the nearest and darkest corner, you sat alone, covering your face with your arms and knees as you quietly wept. Pee-wee was right. No wonder he didn't like Chris. Knowing that your crush liked someone else made you feel foolish. As you continued crying, you heard a soft-spoken "Y/N."

You uncovered your tear-soaked face to find Pee-wee standing across from you. "Mind if I sit next to you?"

Without any words spoken, you nodded, allowing him a spot next to yours. As Pee-wee sat next to you, you leaned your head onto one of his shoulders. "I should have listened to you, Pee-wee," you spoke as you teared up. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't be, Y/N," Pee-wee soothed as he placed a comforting hand on your back. "If anything, Chris was a jerk to begin with."

As your friend's comfort calmed you down from crying, you finally spoke, "You know, there's something I've been wanting to tell you."

"What is it?" Pee-wee questioned after a minute of silence.

"So, you see," you continued, "I really liked you from the start. Not only did you make me laugh, but you were one of the few people who was there for me when no one else would."

"Really?"

You nodded. "And that's why I've been wanting to do this." You brought your face towards his to the point where your lips met, resulting in a long, passionate kiss. Pee-wee's eyes widened before he reciprocated your kiss. As you both parted from it, you asked, "How does it feel?"

"Um yeah," Pee-wee chuckled, his cheeks filled with red from the kissing, "I feel the same way about you, too."

"So now that we're together," you stood up with confidence, "how do we get back at Chris? Should we decorate his house with eggs and toilet paper or something?"

"I wouldn't go that far," Pee-wee suggested, shaking his head. "Besides, I have a better idea."

"What is this idea you speak of?"

***

Back at the ballroom, people continued chattering as lively music played. Suddenly, the lights went down and the music stopped, much to the shock of the guests.

Soon, the lights shone down on you and Pee-wee, standing in the center of the ballroom, your hands holding onto each other. Flamenco music started playing.

As you and Pee-wee did a silly rendition of the Flamenco dance, with his Tequila dance added to the mix, the crowd went wild, excluding Chris, who was unamused at the sight of you dancing with his enemy. As the dance was over, everyone cheered, with you and Pee-wee bowing down to them.

Chris left the ballroom with his supposed girlfriend in disappointment, which neither you nor Pee-wee noticed, as the both of you were too happy receiving positive attention from the crowd—and becoming a couple.

#pee wee herman #pee wee's playhouse #pee wee's big adventure #pee wee herman x reader #pee wee herman x y/n #pee wee herman x you #pee wee herman imagines #x reader fanfiction #bailando

[thiswasinevitableid]

As a tired lesbian retail worker I would love to see 45 with danbrey!! (NSFW if possible) 💖

sending you lots of good vibes as we head into the final shopping rush! This ended up right on the edge of NSFW; there's no sex, but it gets kind of steamy.

(This will also be the last fill until the middle of next week, since I'll be on the road)

45. We’re both working at the mall during the holiday season and everything about this experience is miserable except for getting to spend time with you

It could be worse, Dani reminds herself. Origins isn’t the most in-demand brand in the make-up area, so she’s not as swamped as she could be. The speakers blaring Christmas music could be directly above the counter instead of two panels over. She could be in Barclay’s position, working off what she can only assume is some kind of karmic debt as seasonal staff at Cinnabon. 

And, of course, she could be working somewhere that isn’t directly across from the MAC counter, current workplace of Aubrey, AKA the most intense crush Dani’s had since high school. 

Aubrey radiates cool in a way that makes Dani routinely forget how to form cogent sentences. Her black hair is piled up in a bouffant (which stays in place through either magic or enough hairspray to propel a jet), her black and red make-up is immaculate and, best of all, her nails are painted in bi pride colors. Meaning Dani has a chance if she manages to ask her out.

It’s not just that she looks like a glam biker (Dani has a type, okay?); their hours are almost the same, so they’ve been working across from each other since mid-October, and as the holiday crowds swelled, the bright spot of her day has become the conversations the two of them manage to have across the strip of trashed carpet between their counters. 

She glances over to see Aubrey finishing up with an older woman who seems to be buying for a niece she hasn’t seen in five years. Dani’s sure Aubrey nailed the request; she’s personable and gets details out of conversations that baffle Dani. When she’d asked her secret, Aubrey had winked and stage whispered, “Cold reading, baby.”

A sudden after-school rush had thwarted her follow up questions. 

Both counters are quiet, but Aubrey still peers around before waving Dani over and pulling out her phone. 

“I have been wanting to show you this all. Day.”

The screen switches to a picture of an enormous, white rabbit wearing a flame-patterned sweater and a furious expression. 

“Wow, that is a big bunny.”

“Thirteen pounds. Which isn’t great for, like, hat tricks and stuff. But I have trained him to stop chewing on the little wand I use.”

“Holy crap, you’re a magician.”

“Yep! You’re looking at the Lady Flame.” A business card appears in Aubrey’ fingers and Dani takes it as her crush adds, “usually I’ve got a little flash of fire with that but, uh, I kind of got chewed out by my manager the last time I used it.”

“Guess I better come to one of your shows to see it then.” She tucks the card into her pants pocket. 

Aubrey grins, “You totally should. Who knows” she bounces her eyebrows, “maybe I’ll even let you pet the bunny.”

Dani blushes and is saved from saying something cheesy back by Aubrey whispering, “customers, ten o clock.”

As Dani hurries back to her spot, she realizes that in handing her the card, Aubrey also just gave Dani her number. 

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She’s got ten customers browsing and four who need help and all Aubrey wants to do is lay face down on the counter and make sad faces at the universe until Dani appears across from her. Her friend hasn’t been in all morning. Aubrey is both worried and lonely; having Dani nearby, hair like sunshine and a smile that’s so endearing Aubrey wants to kiss it for the rest of her life, is the only thing keeping her from lighting her hair on fire. 

Most days she likes being at the MAC counter. It’s fun to help people find things that make them feel more confident or encourage them to be a little bolder with their appearance. Plus everyone at the counter is queer, and art weirdo, or both, so she feels right at home. But when the holidays come it brings every kind of annoying or rude customer into the mall, and even chill people seem terser when stuck among the bustling crowds and droning carols. The only thing that makes it better to be scolded or argued with by someone’s mom are the chances she gets to talk with Dani. Who’s not here right now. 

By the time she finally gets to look at the clock again, it’s been an hour and a half and it’s her lunch break. She only just avoids sprinting into the back to prevent any customers from cutting into her precious half-hour of peace. 

As she’s pulling her tupperware from the fridge and wishing she’d made something other than rice for this week, a bag rustles on the counter and she turns to see Dani with a Chipotle bag. 

“Hey! I thought you weren’t coming in today.” She nearly fumbles the plastic containing in her hurry to stand up. 

“I’m working later than normal to cover for someone, so they gave me the morning off. Oh, um, I brought you lunch.” She produces Aubrey’s usual order, complete with extra guac.

“Ohmygod thank you.” She doesn’t tear the lid off with her teeth but she thinks about it, “I really needed this, today I had someone who did not understand that you cannot return a used eyeliner.”

Dani makes a face of pure disgust.

“I know right?”

They stay in the back until the last possible second. As they’re walking towards the floor, Dani pauses and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. 

“Hey, um, a friend of mine is having a party after work on Christmas Eve. It’s gonna be kind of late, but he does it every year and it’s always awesome. I, um, I was wondering if you wanted to come with me?”

It’s a good thing they’re inside, because Aubrey is close to floating away as she replies, “I’d love to.”

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It’s the weekend before Christmas, which means there are so many people in the mall, jostling and talking over each other, that Dani can barely hear her co-workers and she hasn’t been able to see beyond the confines of the counter since eight this morning. 

She did at least get a chance to leave the travel mug reading “caution: hot stuff” with Aubrey’s name on it (and Snickers trees inside it) where the other woman would find it. And she’s been able to get through the chaos of the morning by just rolling with the requests and not getting too invested in any particular interaction. 

That strategy is thrown off by her current customer, a woman in her forties with a pre-teen in tow. They’re ostensibly there to buy the kid some make-up to wear to a Christmas party. Dani feels like she’s witnessing the latest act in a family drama and has been trying to extricate herself from it for the last five minutes to no avail. 

“Here, you might like this one.” she shows the tween a tube of faintly blush-colored lip gloss, “it has a subtle shimmer but no one will notice if it comes off when you’re eating or things like that.”

They look intrigued, but the older woman shakes her head, “Nono, we need something red to match the dress.”

“Or I could just not wear the dress.”

That earns the kid a glare. Dani takes a deep breath and reaches for another shelf, “This one is a little more tinted. I like this formula because it’s very moisturizing and creates a very natural looking color on the lips.”

“Are you colorblind? That’s not red.” The woman says this loudly enough that several other customers glance their way. 

“Well, I was thinking we could start with something subtle and then work up from there; that can make people more comfortable trying out bright colors.”

The kid, sensing Dani is on their side, chimes in with, “Isn’t dad always saying guys like a natural look?”

“You dad doesn’t understand. Now, go find us an actual lipstick or I’ll ask to speak with your manager.”

“Attention shoppers. If you’re the owner of a yellow Escalade with a plate reading GRLMOM, your lights are on.”

“Damn it” the woman turns to the tween, “stay here and pick out a lipstick.”

As soon as she’s out of sight, Dani waves them over to the next section of the display, “Okay, these are all lipsticks. This one” she uncaps Poppy Blossom, “looks really red, right? But when you put it on, it doesn’t look like much.” She swatches her wrist as proof, “so, you can buy it and your mom will think you get a bright red lipstick and by the time you put it on it’ll be too late to change it.”

“Awesome.” 

By the time the woman returns in a huff, Dani is helping a much nicer customer pick out some stocking stuffers for his son, but from the sound of it her ruse worked. 

When there’s finally a lull in the crowd, she looks up to find Aubrey leaning on the counter, smiling at her. 

Dani groans and mirrors her, “I had the first “speak to the manager’ of the season.”

“I heard.” She leans closer and smokey perfume tickles Dani’s nose, “I also have a friend at the customer service booth who let me use the P.A system.”

Dani raises her eyebrows as Aubrey looks increasingly pleased.

“I noticed them getting out of the car when I ran out to grab my name tag. And hey, maybe she did leave her lights on.”

A clamor from the west set of doors signals an end to their respite. But Dani still takes a moment to kiss Aubrey on the cheek and murmur, “my hero.”

Much to her delight, Aubrey stays pink for the next half-hour. 

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Dani’s apartment is exactly how Aubrey pictured it; plants on every available surface, art featuring bones and trees on the walls, and the kind of clutter that suggests someone is trying to keep the space neat but can’t quite find the time to make it happen. 

Aubrey is on her fourth, canned, Death Wish mocha of the night while Dani polishes off her third can of Sambazon in their quest to remain awake enough to get to the Christmas Eve party. Apparently it’s pretty standard for Barclay to let his friends crash at his place once the party is through, so all they really have to do is not fall asleep at the wheel and they’ll be home free. 

“Guhhhh” Dani flops back onto her bed, a sight that doesn’t help Aubrey’s frayed nervous system in the slightest, “my feet are killing me and if Barclay plays anything with any kind of bell, jingling or otherwise, in the background I’m going to throw his speaker out the window.”

“Yeah that seems fair. Personally I’d like to never hear or think about reindeer ever again. Unless they’re at a petting zoo, then I’d like to think about and also touch them.”

Dani giggles, then sighs up at the ceiling, “Is any of my make-up still on? I feel like I sweat all of it plus an entire layer of skin off.”

Aubrey leans over, trying not to let her study of Dani’s face turn creepy, “Nope, it looks like most of it is gone.” She grins, only half teasing when she adds, “want me to give you a glam look for the party.”

Dani looks at her, hazel eyes sparking with something mischievous, “Go for it. All my stuff is in the bathroom.”

After a quick search of two drawers, Aubrey comes back with a Prado palette (“a gift from my dad” “nice”) and the one, darker pink lipstick that looks like Dani actually uses it. 

Dani sits up, resting against the wall as Aubrey gently takes her chin in her hand. Her foundation is unscathed, so she opens the eye shadow palette and considers her options. As she taps her brush into a deep, dusky green, she murmurs, “close your eyes.”

Dani obeys and Aubrey gets to work, blending in greens and golds until her lids look like a forest at sunrise. She’s never been this close to her face, this able to see the freckles forming constellations on her neck and the tilt of her nose that makes her look even more like the high priestess Aubrey would commit multiple crimes to worship. 

“Mascara?”

“I’m good.” Dani’s eyes flutter open and she smiles, “do you want to just straddle my lap? You’re kind of contorting yourself right now.”

“Great idea.” Aubrey’s pretty sure she gives that answer at a frequency only dogs can hear. 

As she adjusts into position, Dani flaps the ends of her green shirt, “God, how does it get so hot in there? Is it just the body heat from all the last minute shoppers?”

“Probably?” Aubrey begs her hand to stay steady as Dani parts her lips to let her start in with the liner, “I wonder how many people you’d have to get in there before the collective heat just, like, started melting the lipstick. I imagine a lot, but if a bunch of people, like, clustered around one counter maybe that’d make it faster?”

Dani is gazing up at her. As soon as Aubrey caps the liner, the other woman murmurs, “Nothing could make that room hotter than having you in it.”

“I, um, I, really?” 

“Really” Dani lifts her head up enough to kiss her once, sweetly, “hot stuff.”

Aubrey drops the liner and grabs Dani’s face, kissing her as hard and as hungrily as her exhausted body can manage. Dani wraps her arms around her waist and then flips them so Aubrey lands, stunned and horny, on her back. 

“God I’ve wanted to do that for weeks.” Dani kisses down her right cheek before pressing their mouths together and making french kissing look tame, “you look so hot in all black.”

“Yeah?” Aubrey slides one hand into summery hair and runs the other across Dani’s chest, “we wanna talk about how you’ve been wearing tighter shirts the last two weeks?”

“It’s fun to show off when you know someone’s watching.”

“You can’tAHhhaaaa” Aubrey groans as Dani scrapes her teeth down her neck, “prove anything.”

“I don’t need to, fireblossom.” Dani tugs Aubrey’s collar down to kiss across her chest, “you just admitted it.” She finishes with a little growl and then nips the sensitive skin. 

“You gonna punish me for it, cutie?” Her delivery is completely ruined by a massive yawn that overtakes her and Dani in quick succession. 

“Fucking retail” Dani groans, resting her head under Aubrey’s chin, “making me too tired to fuck the hottest woman on the planet.”

“You said it.” She pets Dani’s hair, “you still wanna go to the party?”

“Yeah. It reall is great, and I really, really want to introduce you to everyone. I, uh, I’ve kinda been talking about you non-stop.”

“Aww, babe.” Aubrey hugs her and kisses the top of her head. 

“Besides, Barclay owes me a favor which means I can convince him to let us have the guest room. That’ll give us some privacy.” She smiles up in a way that makes Aubrey’s heart combust and then rise from the ashes. 

“You messed up your lips again.” She teases. 

Dani guides her down into another kiss, “Totally worth it.”

#danbrey #aubrey little/dani #taz amensty #winter fills

[slow-button-off]

AMuS: Why is Ferrari losing so much?

I translated this article below as I have seen excerpts floating around so here is the full thing.

The loss in Quali in Spa has to make Ferrari think. Red Bull arrived in top form after summer break and left Ferrari behind by 6 tenths. Now explanations are needed. There are many theories but which are true?

In the first 13 races of the season Red Bull and Ferrari were head to head. "On average we are separated by a tenth. Depending on form on the day and circumstances it's sometimes us and other times Red Bull that are faster" analyses Ferrari TP Mattia Binotto the first half of the season. And even if it went really bad for someone there were only 3 tenths between the two championship contenders.

It has never been 6 tenths. And you always had the feeling throughout the entire weekend in Spa that Max Verstappen had more in hand than the 0.632 seconds that separated the Dutchman from Carlos Sainz. Even though Carlos got a tow off of Leclerc. Verstappen and Red Bull didn't need that help.

Red Bull were 10 km/h faster in top speed with out a tow. Regardless, Verstappen dominated the Ferrari sector in the middle of the track. The championship leader gained 0.328 on Leclerc and 0.357 on Sainz in those 10 corners. Even though Ferrari ran the higher downforce rear wing.

How much influence does the Bouncing TD have

On Sunday we are getting Red Bull vs Ferrari twice. At the top of the grid Carlos Sainz vs Sergio Perez and in row 8 Max Verstappen vs Charles Leclerc.

Ferrari hope that they made the right gamble with higher downforce. Red Bull had issues with tyre deg on Friday that were improved my Saturday but that could get worse again with the higher temperatures on Sunday.

This already leads us to the analysis as to why Ferrari was with left without a chance for the first time this season. The first suspicion: The TD about bouncing is implemented in Spa for the first time and that slowed Ferrari down. Ahead of the weekend there was speculation that Ferrari would either have to increase their ride height or set the car up stuffer to stay within the FIA threshold in wear on the plank and vertical oscillations.

Red Bull not using the super light chassis

Actually, Ferrari were more affected by bouncing in the height speed areas than Red Bull. And they are also running a stiffer suspension than usual which causes that it was harder to get the tyre into the right window.

Leclerc was complaining on the Radio that his car was jumping up and down too much in the slow corners. Opposite of how the F1-75 usually behave where is was the car with the most amount of spring deflection and the best mechanical grip.

Ferrari is saying that these theories are unfounded. Spa is just a race track that fits RB. The RB18 is the more efficient car, generates more downforce underneath the car and can therefore run with smaller wings.

Only Verstappen is dancing out of line (idk how to translate that saying)

And the upgrades didn't change that. Ferrari new wings, Red Bull modified sidepods and so on. The weight of the car didn't change. RB haven't used their light weight chassis yet that should bring around 2-3 tenths.

Ferrari pointed at the fact that only the gap to Verstappen was "abnormal". And the champion drove as if he was form a different planet on his home track. In comparison to Perez they say they are in the normal range. And maybe the race with show the abnormal difference. As Ferrari realised that they can't beat Verstappen on one lap they put all their money on tyre saving to be able to win with that trump card on Sunday.

This is a quick translation pls don't come for me if I made mistakes

#charles leclerc #scuderia ferrari #f1 #carlos sainz jr

[masonhawth0rne]

What I read in February

I had intended to post this much earlier in the month, but what can you do (aside from doing the thing when you think of it, instead of putting it off for first thing tomorrow, I promise!) Oh well, who's counting?

Anyways, here we go!

Beneath Strange Lights, Vivian Valentine ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Search for the Green River Killer (nf), Carlton Smith & Tomas Guillen ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Trace Evidence (nf), Bruce Henderson ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Red X, David Demchuk ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Gate of Ivrel, CJ Cherryh ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Persuasion, Jane Austen ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Ghosts of Tomorrow, Michael R Fletcher ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Kill Your Husbands, Jack Heath ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow (ss), Washington Irving ⭐️⭐️

Corrupted Vessels, Briar Ripley Page ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Ada Blackjack (nf), Jennifer Niven ⭐️⭐️

Time to Orbit: Unknown, Derin Edala ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Splinter, Jasper Hyde ⭐️

Writing Great Fiction (nf), James Hynes ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Original Sin, Derin Edala ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Infinity Wars Anthology, ed Jonathan Strahan ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Started off strong this month, Beneath Strange Lights by Vivian Valentine was a really great surprise--I'm not super into young adultish books most of the time, but the voice and characterisation of this one were really outstanding, and the way that it plays with eldrich and cosmic horror was extremely well done. The friendships between the characters were endearing without being overly saccharine, and overall it was just really well done, I'll definitely be looking forward to the sequel. (Oh and also the main character is a trans girl!)

Red X by David Demchuk was also a really strong book. It's a pretty challenging read given its close attention to violence against and among the LGBT+ community in Canada, as well as its very interesting interpolation of semi-fictionalised autobiographical elements into the narrative. It was really worthwhile, even though it was almost impossible to get ahold of it in Australia (reminds me I need to ask my library to order a copy!) But I would recommend making sure you're in a good headspace before you start this one.

And there are two older stories that I hadn't read before, Persuasion by Jane Austen, and The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, by Washington Irving.

I've got to say, I'm a bit disappointed with all the Austen-heads in my life that they never pushed Persuasion to the front of the line! It's a second-chance romance with an older cast than the other Austen books I've read so far, and I think it's really a strong contender for my top Austen book! It's got its sad and heartwarming moments, and the Great Big Letter Declaring His Love is, honestly, probably beating out Darcy's hash of things in P&P. This is a great book! It's a shame it gets overshadowed!

Sleepy Hollow, Sleepy Hollow. What can I say about The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. How about, first off, I've never been able to sit through a whole movie or show adaptation of this story without getting bored halfway through. Not sure what exactly it is about them, but I just bounce right off. Now I read the story, and discover that every adaptation has taken the bold decision to do the exact opposite of the story? This doesn't mean that I enjoyed the short story! I found it...fine. A little bit boring. But short!! There was some nice descriptive language, but overall, not what I wanted to be doing with my time. But I am still befuddled and bemused; how does a short story about how silly and gullible it is to believe in ghosts get turned around and adapted into an avalanche of 'OMG! the ghost is REAL!' movies and shows? I don't get it!

Anyhow, that's that for February! Overall, it was a pretty good time!

ss=short story nf=non-fiction

Stars awarded at my whim.

#what i read

[duskys-dreams]

A man was sucked into the video game and trapped inside my house with a bunch of people with wildly different appearances. Nobody was able to leave the house except to go to the backyard to fight. They fought for the chance to escape.

Only the campion could leave at the end, and he could only do that if everyone else was dead. They could only be killed outside.

The man and this other creature that resembled a man with four arms, a dark cloak, and a top hat were forced outside, and the man was panicking. His opponent wielded two small guns, and continuously fired at him. He was also trying to hit these small targets that could bounce around, and one bounced right in front of his face. He pointed his gun at it and fired, shooting the target and his own head. He died instantly, and the man was declared the winner.

He was then forced to fight Roxxy from FNAF, and he managed to kill her fairly. He then continued to fight, making his way up to face the champion.

A championship battle is won when one surrenders instead of dying, and there are ambulances nearby. The current champion was black and red, and appeared to be covered in spikes and thin limbs. They fought, and the man lost. He was taken to the hospital, healed quickly, and returned to the house.

While he was gone, a new creature appeared. He resembled those signs that mark the men’s bathroom with a simple stick figure, except with much longer arms and a hunched stature. He was bright red and had two arms on each shoulder, ending in three wickedly-sharp claws that could rip and tear. his legs were short, but powerful, and deceptively fast. He attacked the champion without even pausing to consider and won.

The previous champion had been gruff, but a decent person and fairly liked. This one was loud, evil, and very much a bad person. Everyone feared him from the moment he appeared.

When the man returned from the hospital, he found the ranks in shambles. The new champion made quick work of the fights assigned to him, and everyone was the terrified. It was a huge change from the somewhat tense, but someone friendly atmosphere.

The man met with the nicest combatant he knew, Toriel Dreemurr. Working together, they took each person and baked them into a burger. They made sure to cook each layer well so they couldn’t escape.

Eventually they got to the champion. He despised the idea of everyone coming together and tried to fight, but the burger was too powerful. He succumbed and became the last ingredient.

Then the burger was undone, and everyone was now more willing to work together instead of against each other to escape.

While everyone got ready for the car, a new kid, me, came to the house. Everyone had a unique power, and mine was called Echo. If I hit my balloon on the surface of something, then every light in the radius would turn off. It was good for blinding, but it wouldn’t do jack if the fight was during the day, and anyone with night vision would be unaffected. Despite that, I kept experimenting, because I was certain that that wasn’t all there was to my power.

I had to hurry outside to get in the car with everyone, but I left every light in the house on. I was yelled at for that and had to hurry back, and the car started to slowly pull away.

(This is what the bad champion looked like btw)

#dusky’s dreams #dream journal #fnaf roxy #toriel #toriel dreemurr #violence tw #yes the resolution was a friendship burger #that has to be one of the most iconic things that has ever happened in one of my dreams

[theminecraftbee]

When Pixlriffs heard that there was a strange foreigner at the Vigil, he mostly expected an emissary or a pilgrim, still unfamiliar with the proper rites. In many ways, that’s what he got, stepping outside his quarters to check to make sure the foreigner had not accidentally committed some great sacrilege Pix would have to repair. It was a foreigner, and he could certainly be described as strange.

Nonetheless, the Mezelean King, wearing plain clothes and muttering as he tries and fails to wrap a candle, is not quite the same thing as a strange foreigner.

“Are you alright?”

Joel turns around, startled. “What? Oh yes, I’m fine. Nothing to see here, Copper Dad.”

Pix half-grins, half-grimaces. “Please don’t call me that,” he says. “Do you need help? You know that making the candle yourself isn’t a requirement, don’t you?”

“I need it to be three colors. Green and also green, but a different green that time, and yellow.” He makes another frustrated noise as some of his dyed bee’s wax breaks in his hands. “Also, we may not do funerals, but I know it doesn’t mean much unless you build it.”

That’s not really how the candles work, Pixlriffs wants to explain, but the man looks frustrated enough. It’s the act of placing it on a shrine and lighting it that holds the soul; the candle itself need only be colored so the soul can recognize it. Still, the man is clearly grieving, at least a little. There’s very little other reason for a king of a country that doesn’t normally care a whit about death to be badly wrapping a candle in front of the Vigil. May as well let him build the candle if that means something to him.

“Alright. Let me know if you need help. And, please ask where to put it? I assume they don’t have a family shrine?”

“A what,” Joel says. He makes a quiet, excited bounce as he finally gets the wax to start layering like he’d wanted it to.

“If they don’t have a family shrine, the candle is normally lit at the foot of the vigil. Beneath the ruler that would best guide them to family,” Pix explains.

“Oh,” says Joel. “I guess that would be me. Is this candle lumpy?”

“Only a little. Your candles are here—”

“Don’t worry. I think you showed me this before.” Joel turns his candle in his hands, and Pixlriffs can’t help but wonder why two shades of green and yellow were so specifically wrapped. Like a gradient, Pix thinks, or like stepping stones. It’s a bit hard to tell, given that the candle is quite lumpy. (This is also something Pixlriffs knows better than to try to tell Joel.)

He’s quiet as Joel lights the candle. He’s quiet as Joel places it at the foot of his section of the vigil. He’s quiet as, for some reason, Joel says: “Sorry if I forget you. I hope you’re not too lonely.”

Joel stands up again after a while.

“Scar deserved a funeral, I think. We don’t normally do them in Mezelea and I guess he’s not DEAD, dead, but he deserved one.”

Pixlriffs realizes with sinking finality: he has no idea who Joel is talking about. For anyone else, that may be usual, but for the Copper King—

“The Vigil will remember him,” Pixlriffs says, instead of asking any of the questions he has.

“Good,” Joel says. “Or, probably good? I don’t really know. I didn’t even like him that much, to be honest, but no one else will remember him. I’ll probably even forget now that I’m not dead anymore.”

“…what?”

“I’ve been having very strange dreams,” Joel says, and as true as it feels, it also feels like a lie. “Well, that was very not fun—my candle is crooked! You let me put up a crooked candle. Well, now I just feel silly.”

Pixlriffs doesn’t say anything. His mouth feels dry, for some reason. The flame on Scar’s candle looks strangely red.

“…hello? Pixlriffs?”

“Right,” says Pixlriffs. “Are there prophets in Mezelea, by any chance?”

“Don’t be silly. People can’t see the future, Pixlriffs. What, are you going to start talking about the demon next? Please.”

…Pix, actual prophet, very much doubts that. He also suspects he’ll see Joel in the future. But there’s no reasoning with the Mezelean King when he’s like this, so Pix just shrugs. “I was just asking. I always like learning new things, after all.”

“Well, you don’t have to be weird about it. My hands are all sandy now. You’re the sand person. You know how to fix this, don’t you?”

“You mostly just live with it.”

“Well that’s annoying.”

The subject clearly dropped, Joel starts chatting quietly as he prepares to leave the way he came. When Pixlriffs glances over Joel’s shoulder, the candle is still burning red. For the life of him, Pix can’t determine the significance.

#empires smp #last life smp #Pixlriffs #joel smallishbeans #goodtimeswithscar #sort of a continuation of the ‘only red names remember’ thing #later joel forgets why he was holding a funeral #the vigil remembers for him though. #a bee fic #I wrote this on my phone at 2 am so you know forgive that

[bnhabadass]

Pairing: Bakugou x reader Genre: Smut, 18+, Mafia AU Trope: Woke up married Dialogue Prompt: “Aren’t we supposed to be working?”  Warnings: overdosing on cold medicine, mixing cold medicine with alcohol, dub-con, mentions of sex while unconscious, vomiting Word Count: 4,480

This is my contribution to this month’s bnharem collab. I was so happy when I spun the roulette wheel and it landed on my favorite au, the mafia au. I hope you all enjoy and make sure to check out everyone else’s contributions here. Also a big thanks to @doinmybesthere​ for being my beta reader and putting so much work into creating the master list for this collab.

“A fever? Are you fucking kidding me?”

You winced at the voice coming out of your phone. You were curled up in bed, a heavy futon draped over your achey, chilled body. “I’m really sorry,” you croaked into the receiver. “I can’t get out of bed; there’s no way I’ll be able to come into work today.”

“You know how important tonight’s meeting is.”

You could feel the fire in the eyes of your underboss as he spat at you about how important tonight’s festivities were. You couldn’t care less. You hated the guy, but more importantly you hated your father for getting you in this mess.

A debt needed to be paid and your family couldn’t afford to take out a second mortgage on the house. So your father, as smart as he thought he was, went to the nicest restaurant on the far side of town where the boss of one of the most dangerous mobs in the city stationed his office.

A debt for a debt. That’s what he told you as he came home smiling with a big check in his wallet. No one in your family knew where he got the money, but he seemed confident enough that he’d be able to pay it back.

A month went by and one day, three scary men knocked on your apartment door. They said they were there to “collect”.

You were terrified. You thought they were there to rob you, to take the money you had been saving in a rainy-day fund. But no, they came to collect you. Now, it’s been four months and you’re still stuck doing odd jobs for them--grocery and coffee runs as well as spending reports and other money related things you are less than qualified to do.

You hate your job. You hate having to put up with the unorthodox hours and the unsavory jobs and the complaints about your work ethic and the having to do it over again because you didn’t do it right the first time. You want out. If you weren’t positive that if you left they would be able to hunt you down, you would have fled the country by now.

But your father’s debt still hasn’t been paid.

“Look,” you pleaded. “I can come in tomorrow and work double my usual time. Please, Kirishima-san, I just need the day to rest.”

“Not a chance. You’re coming in today and that’s final. If you don’t, well, then maybe we need to take an extra payment from your parents.”

Before you could even process what he just said, he hung up the phone.

Another payment from your parents. You couldn’t possibly let them take any more from your family. With a new threat looming over your head, you mustered up enough strength to push off of your futon and get dressed for the clients’ dinner.

By the time it was 7:00 in the evening, you had taken a large swig of cold medicine and were ready to spend the night serving these criminals.

Outside of the restaurant, two bodyguards were stationed at the front door and one at the back entrance. All three of them were dressed in black from head to toe. You, on the other hand, were tasked with serving your boss’s clients, so your outfit differed from theirs.

You were dressed in attire suited for waiting tables. Black slacks stretch across your legs and your pristine shirt was smoothed against your body. A tight black vest clung to your chest and pressed against your boobs, squishing them together. If it weren’t for the fever, chills, and headache, you would look like you belonged with this crowd of criminals.

You flashed your ID to the guard at the back door and he nodded you in. Your eyes had to adjust to the fluorescent kitchen lighting, but once they did you saw how busy everyone was. It truly was one of the most important nights for your boss, so you understood why you were needed. Still, this night would truly take the most out of you.

“Oi, (L/n),” one of your boss’s associates called for you. “Take these to table four. I’ve been covering your ass for the last twenty minutes.”

“Of course, Kaminari-san.” You bowed your head and skirted over to the table where two well-dressed men spoke with one another in a hushed tone. You placed their meals in front of them and bowed your head.

“Wait,” one of them called as you began to walk away. “I asked for a Jasmine tea. This is Sencha.”

“Yeah,” the other one piped up. “And I asked for a Sencha tea and this is Jasmine.”

You wanted to scream. You wanted to yell into the abyss and slap those men across the face. But of course all you did was bow in apology and take the cups back. Kirishima’s words to you over the phone rang loud and clear in your mind.

“Anything they need, you get it for them. These are important people the boss works with and we can’t have idiots like you messing this up for us.”

The men smirked at you and as you turned around to grab their “correct orders,” the man who ordered the Jasmine tea leaned over to leave a hard, painful smack across your ass.

You froze but didn’t say anything and walked away.

It was still early in the night but you had run yourself thin. You needed to sit down or to at least take a sip of water, but there was no room for breaks as you bounced from table to table getting the people what they wanted. You had even left the venue a couple times to retrieve items like the proper creamer one client required in their coffee.

Your throat was so sore and dry and it was aching for a break. Your entire body was aching for a break. But as you saw someone sitting at one of the tables raise her hand to wave you over, you had to put all of your aches aside to tend to her needs.

“Good evening, ma’am.” You bowed your head. “How may I assist you?”

A small smile was on her dark red painted lips. She seemed to be searching for something as she eyed you up and down. “Do you happen to know when Bakugou-san will be joining us?”

Bakugou-san… Were you supposed to know who that is? You had never heard the name before, although you knew your boss had many ties throughout the district. It could be one of them.

“I’m not sure,” you answered honestly. “I could ask my supervisors if they happen to know.”

She waited a moment. She seemed to be searching for something in your expression. “That’s all right. You may go back to work now.”

You bowed and thanked her.

Bakugou-san.

The name did sound familiar, but you’re not sure where you could have heard it. It wasn’t until you were deep in thought, trying to recall where you had heard the name, that you could feel something pushing up against your throat. Oh god. Your stomach was churning.

You ran to the bathroom, pushing someone out of the way to get there. You’d probably hear an earful from Kirishima for pushing a guest, but you needed to find a toilet before--

Oh no.

You barely made it into the stall before emptying the contents of your stomach onto the white tiles of the bathroom floor. Your legs collapsed from under you and you kneeled in your vomit as you coughed up your stomach lining into the porcelain bowl.

Tears fell from your eyes as you struggled to breathe while hacking everything you had into the toilet. The black eyeliner you threw on before leaving the house had smudged into raccoon eyes around your lashes.

You rested your cheek against the toilet, ignoring all of the germs that were most likely crawling up your skin and into your pores. The toilet seat felt cool against your burning cheek and watering eyes. You thought you could die happily here, kneeling on the bathroom tiles in a pile of your slowly cooling vomit.

“Aren’t we supposed to be working here?”

Your eyes shot open, and in trying to stand up you slipped. Your ass landed in the smeared vomit. You winced and let out a drawn out, “fuuuck.”

It took you a moment before opening your eyes again and looking up at the man in front of you. And boy did your eyes widen. He was clearly a guest at the clients’ dinner. His blonde hair was slicked back and the bulge of his muscles under his crisp black button down didn’t go unnoticed by you. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his forearms and as he crossed his arms over his chest, his sleeves began to tighten.

“Who the hell are you and why are you puking on the floor?”

It took you a second to find your voice. “I’m, um...” you trailed off. “(L/n), sir.” You cleared your throat. “I am a worker for the person hosting this dinner.” You tried to stand up and bow, but he put a hand up to stop you.

“You work for them.” It was a statement not a question, but you nodded anyway. “Why? What do you owe?”

You’re not sure why he was asking, but his intimidating glare compelled you to answer his every question. “My dad owes them money,” you admitted. “And he wasn’t able to pay them back.”

“Who do you mean by them?”

You weren’t sure how to answer. You didn’t even know what these people did. For all you knew they were drug mules or assassins. You never wanted to know what they did when you were roped in. After all, the less you knew meant you could have more of a normal life. “The boss,” you finally answered. Who the boss was, you weren’t sure. You answered to Kirishima but he didn’t have much power aside from ordering around you and every other person unfortunate enough to be roped into working for them.

The man in front of you scoffed. “Get up.”

You scrambled to your feet, ignoring the wave of nausea that hit you. The man led you out of the bathroom, and as you walked behind him, people who passed the two of you stopped and stared. Oh no, it had to be from the vomit stains on your leg and down your shirt. You probably stank to high hell and your eyes wouldn’t stop watering from your fever.

The man stopped and you had to keep from bumping into him. “There’s an extra work shirt in the closet,” he said. “There should also be some slacks in there. Leave your dirty clothes in a pile and I’ll have someone collect them.”

His voice was demanding and it took you a moment to register what he said. It wasn’t until he snapped in your face that you moved.

“We don’t have all day, princess.”

You flinched and nodded before scurrying into the closet and flicking the light on. Inside the closet was the restaurant’s sad excuse for a boiler room. The low humming from the machinery brought you back into the present as you searched for the change of clothes you were promised.

There was a crisp white shirt folded on one of the shelves as well as a few different slacks in varying sizes. The shirt was a size too small, so you had to leave the first couple buttons popped open. Before leaving the closet, you tried to think about who the man was and why he was helping you. Was it possible that he wanted something in return?

When you emerged from the closet, he looked you up and down. You were too tired, however, to notice his lingering glare on your chest and the way the button down squeezed your breasts closer together.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, looking down at your shoes. You’re not sure why you were too scared to look into his vermillion eyes, but the way he called you princess earlier as he snapped at you had definitely made you tremble in your core, and you swore that if you looked up to meet his eyes, your fever would only go higher and higher.

“Why the hell’d you come here if you were sick anyway? Are you trying to poison everyone in the damn building?” His words were like little bullets that shot at every one of your doubts of coming in tonight.

You thought back to why you had come in the first place. You were huddled up in your futon that morning when Kirishima called. You begged to stay home, right? But you couldn’t. You squinted hard as you tried to remember why you weren’t allowed to rest. “I was threatened,” you thought out loud. It wasn’t directed towards the man but he nodded in any case.

“(L/n) was it, right?”

You finally managed to look up at him with bleary eyes. “Yeah, um...” You couldn’t seem to remember what his name was. Wait, he hadn’t told you. He had just led you around and given you new clothes, but he never properly introduced himself.

“Bakugou Katsuki,” he said as if he could read your mind. His lips turned up into a smirk. “But call me Katsuki.”

“Katsuki,” you mumbled. “Bakugou Katsuki.” You had heard that name before, but where. “Bakugou,” you mumbled again as if you were trying to put the pieces of a puzzle together. “Bakugou-san.”

He quirked an eyebrow up at you.

“Oh!” It hit you like a ton of bricks and as soon as you shot up, you had to recoil because of the ache in the back of your neck. “There’s a woman looking for you, Bakugou-san, er, Katuki,” you bowed.

He just chuckled. “There’s a lot of people looking for me tonight. Who was it?”

That’s a good question. You squinted as if you were looking deep into your memories to remember who it was who asked for him. “She was a woman,” you remembered. “With long dark hair and dark red lips.”

Katsuki nodded. “I see the Yaoyorozus are here.”

The Yaoyorozus. You weren’t sure what that could mean but you didn’t feel like questioning it, so you nodded instead.

Katsuki was looking down at you. His arms were crossed over his chest but a smirk that had been playing across his face all night wouldn’t seem to go away. “Feeling better?”

You didn’t feel better. Although you felt cleaner in the new clothes, there was still a throbbing in your head that wasn’t going away and the overhead lights made your eyes water. But the way that Katsuki looked at you like he was expecting you to say yes just drew you in.

He could tell that the way you nodded a yes in response to his question was a lie, and his face fell before pushing a hand up to your forehead, checking your temperature. “Have you taken anything today?”

You had to think back to earlier that day when you brought the bottle of cold medicine up to your lips, not even reading the recommended dose before downing what you could and leaving your home. “Yeah, um, I took some medicine.”

The grin that had been spread across Katsuki’s face returned. “Well I guess we’ll have to get you some more.”

He grabbed your wrist and led you through the halls and over to the bar. You didn’t pay attention to where you were going. The world seemed to be going too fast for you to keep up. What you were able to notice was that everyone’s eyes were on you as you gently swayed back and forth, trying to settle yourself down. As you were in your own head, you couldn’t start to picture what everyone else saw when they looked at you. You with your raccoon eyes due to streaky makeup that you couldn’t stop rubbing.

“Here.” Katsuki shoved a glass in your face. “Not necessarily traditional medicine but it’ll get the job done.”

You looked up at the whiskey glass in his hand. The ‘medicine’ was a deep brown color which swirled around as he handed it to you. Your fingers brushed against his thick ones as you took the glass. You lifted it up to your nose and took a deep breath in, gagging at the smell. “Um, I don’t think I should.” You had been warned about mixing alcohol with drugs and the dangers that came with it, but no one had ever told you not to mix drinks with cold medicine. Still, that couldn’t be right, right?

“Come on, it’s good for you,” he egged you on. “Besides, it’ll get that nasty taste out of your mouth.”

You had never tried whiskey before. You were used to lighter drinks, something bubbly with a shot of vodka or two in it. But this was almost too much. You lifted the glass up to your lips and tilted it back. Your lips stung as they made contact with the drink, but you didn’t want to seem weak to Katsuki. He’d taken care of you so far and seemed pleasant enough, albeit intimidating.

As you tipped it back further and took more of the drink into your mouth, Katsuki pushed his hand against the bottom of the glass so you couldn’t tear it away, making sure you would drink every last drop. It stung going down and the cubes pressing against your lip were colder than you expected. You gagged as a couple loose tears rolled down your face from the drink’s burning sensation. You bet you looked even more of a mess now.

“Good girl,” Katsuki said with a low demeanor. With his thumb, he wiped away a drop of whiskey that rolled down your chin.

“And this’ll make me feel better?” You didn’t think you were supposed to drink when you were sick, but you were far too tired to even think about what was wrong and what was right. If he said that it’d make you feel better, then that had to be a good thing. You’re sure of it.

“Sure will.” He placed a firm, calloused hand on your head and stroked down your hair. You nuzzled into his warmth.

It was such a nice sensation that it almost made you forget that you were supposed to be working. That there were people waiting on you to bring them their food and fetch their creamer, people who were ready to slap your ass and laugh as soon as you turned away.

“I have a,” you started, not really sure where that sentence was going. “I have to go back to work.”

As you began walking away, Katsuki stopped you, pulling you back over so your face was practically pressed up against his chest. “No you don’t. You’re sick, remember?”

Right, as if you hadn’t forgotten. But he was right. You were sick and your medicine hadn’t kicked in yet. You couldn’t risk spreading your germs and getting anyone else sick.

You watched the dinner guests from afar. You leaned in to hear conversations about hitmen and other rivaling mobs around town. Some were about money laundering and clients that needed to be taken out, whatever that meant.

At one point, someone asked to pull Katsuki aside and talk alone, but instead he just pulled you closer.

“The hell do you want, Yoarashi?”

Yoarashi was a big guy, bigger than Katsuki, but it was clear even to you that he was intimidated by the blonde in front of him.

“You owe me for what I let you borrow last month.”

“I don’t owe you shit.”

To you, they sounded like they were underwater and you weren’t sure what they were discussing, but you were curious to learn more.

“Come on, Bakugou. Work with me here.”

“I’m a busy man, Yoarashi. Now get out of my face before I have my men take care of you.”

Something about the raw power and the threatening tone behind Katsuki’s voice made you excited. You wanted to melt into his words, but you weren’t sure why.

“Busy man?” Yoarashi scoffed. “Come on, Bakugou. You’ve barely been seen all night. Where have you been, fucking this little lackey of yours?”

He didn’t mean you, did he? Before you could even comprehend what he just insinuated, Katsuki turned you around and pressed your face up against his chest. You could feel yourself growing even hotter as you were pushed into one of his pectorals. One of his hands cupped the back of your head. Was he protecting you?

“Listen here,” you heard him say. “Don’t contact us ever again unless you want to end up like your first boss did. I can make your life a living hell and I will, got that?”

“Don’t think I don’t have other contacts, all right? You aren’t the only one in this town with resources, Bakugou.”

You felt something jab into the other side of Katsuki’s chest. Did Yoarashi hit him? A few seconds went by before you heard the snapping of fingers and two men came over to drag Yoarashi away.

Katsuki released the hold he had on you, and you watched as the tall man struggled out of his hold. “You aren’t gonna tell anyone what you saw here tonight, right princess?”

You shook your head. You weren’t sure what exactly you felt when you saw that man being dragged away. You were scared, of course; scared for your own life and of the raw power that Katsuki seemed to hold. But on top of fear there was something else. There was a tingle between your thighs that wouldn’t seem to go away, and there was also a sense of excitement. Out of all the people here, this man was paying attention to you. You were far from Mafia material, but he clearly saw something in you and you wanted more of his gaze lingering on you.

Your mind felt hazy with Katsuki and you wanted even more. You didn’t know what to do when you felt him smooth his hand down your back. You didn’t know what to do when his usual smirk turned into something much more dangerous. And you didn’t know what to do when he leaned over and pressed his lips against your own.

His lips felt heavenly as they explored you. They were soft and welcoming despite his cold and dangerous exterior. His tongue probed its way into your mouth. He tasted like whiskey and something else which you assumed was just him. He bit your lip and it felt like he smiled when you let out a moan.

When he released, you felt as if the whole world was spinning with Katsuki. You wobbled around a bit and he chuckled. You tried asking if you could sit down, but the words refused to come out. The last thing you remember is seeing the world go black, the sound of the clients’ dinner fading out of earshot, and two strong arms carrying you away from reality.

You were in pain by the time you woke up. Your body, especially your head, ached tremendously and you wished the sun would stop shining so bright through your window. But wait, the window in your bedroom at your apartment faced another building. The sun never shined too bright in the morning when you were at home.

Slowly, you peaked your head out from under the covers and looked around. You weren’t in your bedroom, but you were in a bedroom. The bed you had been asleep in was enormous, but aside from that there was not much else furniture in the room or even any pictures to signify who the room could belong to.

It wasn’t until you sat up that you realized just how exposed you were under the covers. You couldn’t find your clothing anywhere. What were you even wearing last night? Where were you last night?

You remembered being sick and being called into work by Kirishima. You were stressed. You were nauseous. There was a beautiful woman who asked for someone in particular but you were too sick to remember what their name was, right?

And then you raced to the bathroom and met--

A groan from beside you shook you out of your thoughts, and as soon as you saw the person lying in bed next to you, all of your memories came flooding back.

“Morning, baby girl,” Katsuki said.

You didn’t know what to say. Your mouth hung open and you felt lightheaded.

Katsuki was shirtless under the covers and you were too scared to ask if he had anything on covering his lower half. “You put on quite the show last night.”

Last night. Where you met him. What did you do last night? “I...” You didn’t know what to say, and that made Katsuki let out a booming laugh.

“Come on, you remember at least a little of it don’t you?”

You shook your head. Then you shook your head again. You couldn’t stop shaking your head.

Katsuki put a hand on your shoulder and you stopped. He had a shit eating grin spread across his face that you wanted to both punch and kiss at the same time. “First throwing up at my party and then getting blackout drunk in front of all my guests.”

“What?” You could barely remember anything. What did he mean ‘his party’? The clients’ dinner was run by…

Your eyes widened as you realized just who you had found yourself naked in bed with. Who had found you puking on the bathroom floor. Who that stunningly gorgeous woman was asking for earlier.

You clamped a hand over your mouth and Katsuki let out another chuckle. “You really were the life of the party.” He grabbed your wrist and dragged you over to his side of the bed, and you let him. He dragged his hand up and down your exposed body and roughly cupped your sex. “I had a blast toying around with you last night, but now I want you to be able to remember what it feels like when I bury my cock inside of you, sweetheart.”

You hated the way he was grabbing you and the way he forced your legs to open up for him, but what you hated more than any of that was the way his words made your inner thighs ache and how they instinctively parted just for him.

You turned away as he leaned down to smother your chest with rough kisses, and as you looked over to your left hand, you couldn’t help but notice a diamond ring that wasn’t there the night before.

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[sukirichi]

— hands to myself (nanami kento x reader)

pov: you miss nanami too much that you can’t keep your hands to yourself

content/warnings: nsfw, voyeurism, masturbation, spanking, multiple orgasms, daddy kink, sugar daddy nanami, unedited fic

inspo: hands to myself by selena gomez

note: i can’t get sugar daddy nanami out of my head my brain goes brr brr PLEASE SEND ME THIRSTY ASKS ABOUT NANAMI 

@unabashednightmarepizza​ and @noritoshiikamo​ asdgjkl here we goooo i guess 

masterlist !

the penthouse felt so lonely without nanami.

he’s been working so hard, staying overtime and coming home just as you’re already buried in the sheets. nanami would slither in as quietly as he could, not wanting to disturb the peaceful slumber of his baby girl, but what he doesn’t know is that you don’t mind waking up, just to see and feel him before he leaves for work again the next morning.

right before the sun rises, nanami’s already left. in your dazed state, you’re sure you felt him kissing your forehead before the doors close with a soft click, leaving you alone all over again.

you know he doesn’t mean it, you know he doesn’t want to leave you – but nanami is a hero and he has a duty to the people of this world to exorcise curses to bring a safer environment for everyone. truly, you admire him for this, sometimes a little too much that you might even fall in love with the rigid and stoic man who doesn’t smile.

still, you can’t help but to miss him.

ever since you became his baby girl, life has been easy. even though nanami wasn’t around all the time, he made it up by leaving his credit card to you, assuring you that you were free to get what you wanted. out of boredom, you’d go to the upstate and use his car to drive around the hills, arms heavy with shopping bags.

you’re not selfish, of course, you always make sure to bring him a little gift too. whether it came in the form of buying a new necktie for him – which he always wore to work proudly – or donning your body in lacy, white lingerie that has nanami losing control and worshipping your body until you’re screaming his name with a dried throat, you never forget to leave a little something for him.

sometimes you wish you could tell him you don’t really want the money. you’re thankful he’s more than generous to help you pay for college fees in return of you being his sweet baby girl, but you don’t need the Gucci or prada if he’s not going to be around.

you wanted nanami more than anything else, missed him more than anyone else.

your room feels so empty without him. his scent still lingers in your sheets because he’d rather sleep with you than stay in his own room, only using said room for showering and getting ready for work.

a lightbulb shines above your head. throwing your iphone to the side, you run to his room and open the cabinets one by one. nanami was as organized with his surroundings as he was with himself. his closet is an impressive collection of dark blue button-ups, nude slacks, and his iconic nude suit jacket. they’re all of the same brand and size, and you laugh because only nanami would buy the same thing over and over again.

at the end though, your gaze lands on a rare collection of white button ups, neckties neatly rolled and tucked at the glossy marbled drawers in front of the closet. already, you feel your heartbeat picking up as your hands touched the soft cotton material, nose slowly rubbing and burying into his shirt.

it even smells like him.

your movements are swift. previous shirt discarded on the floor, your arms loop inside the sleeves, tying up just until the undersides of your breasts before you pick out your favourite tie for him, a satin black one that always made him look delectable for dinner parties.

nanami rarely wore those, but when he did, he knew you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands to yourself. the last time he brought you with him for a birthday ball of his friend, nanami wore this exact black tie paired with the traditional fitted, three piece suit. you remember how needy you were for him that night, little fists clenched at his dress shirt and nanami lowly scolding you to behave.

but you were so desperate to touch him – how could you not when he was so damn irresistible – that he felt bad for his baby girl. long story short, you and nanami left early for the party, with your pussy bouncing up and down his thick pole while nanami glared at the limousine driver to keep his eyes on the road, large, calloused hands possessively gripping the flesh of your ass.

you missed him so much you might go crazy.

grabbing the nearest bottle of his perfume, you spritz it into the air, leaning forwards so that you’d get his scent all over you. it somehow felt as if you were coating yourself in his name, claiming and branding yourself as his even without him in the vicinity.

that’s how much you wanted him, and you don’t stop rubbing his perfume along the pads of your wrist until you can’t smell yourself anymore. your legs are accentuated by the black suede pumps you strutted around the penthouse with, lips tainted red from the wine he kept in his precious little cellar – which was also a spot in the house you both fucked at during that time nanami wanted to taste you on his lips.

he pushed you next to the glass borders then, spreading your legs open until you’re absolutely bare of him. the memory of nanami burying his warm tongue in you has you rubbing your thighs together, your black lace panties already damp with arousal.

you won’t touch yourself, though. that’s one of the rules nanami placed the moment he agreed to be your sugar daddy: you couldn’t, under any circumstance, touch yourself without his permission.

sighing, you trudged back to his bedroom again and sat your ass on his silver desk, legs swinging below you as you stared out into the night city.

nanami likes his room dark, that even though he’s got a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, he almost never opens it. only the bright light from the opened closet is what illuminates your silhouette as you watch the skyscrapers twinkle from afar, the people bustling on the streets looking like ants from this height. it was perfect – the night looked so beautiful and the ambience so romantic with soft, classical music playing from the AI speakers – but nanami isn’t here.

he wouldn’t come home early either. you could already tell how stressed he’d be because gojo satoru always makes him work overtime.

for now, you just had to enjoy your own presence, replacing nanami’s heat and love with his perfume and clothes. his shirt is absolutely baggy on you, the ends of it falling on top of your thighs. your breasts nearly swells out from the tight cups of your bra and the fat of your thighs clumped underneath the straps of your stockings.

you’ve sighed for what seems like the hundredth time that day. it sounds selfish, but you wished that nanami would come home early and pay attention to you. surely, gojo satoru would be more than fine handling the curses himself for just today.

unable to help it, your head fell back on the transparent glass windows of his room, fingers snaking under his shirt. instinctively, your legs opened, a breathy sigh falling from your glossy red lips as you slipped a finger in. it’s not as big or as thick as nanami’s, and your hands are way too soft compared to the scraping sensation his calloused fingers gave whenever he fingered your pretty little pussy.

it’s nothing compared to what nanami can make you feel, but it should be enough, for now.

your head falls back as your heel lands on his desk, nearly grazing the precious smooth top of his table. you have a feeling nanami is going to punish you once he sees the slight scrapes of your stiletto against it, but who cares? at this point, you’re willing to pull off the stupidest things just to get his attention, just to get him to fuck you.

“nanami,” you moan around the second finger, your other hand spreading your legs open. you’re so horny that you don’t bother taking your panties off anymore, the material flushed with the slick of your own arousal that it’s heavily damp. “daddy, i miss you,” eyes shut tight, you fondle with the sensitive nub of your clit, pumping yourself slowly as you imagine that it’s nanami making you feel good this time.

you know you’re being a bad girl, that you’re being an absolute brat. not only did you break the rule that you’re not allowed to touch yourself exactly after you convinced yourself you wouldn’t, but you’re leaking right at his desk, heels grazing into the smooth material.

if nanami were to see, he wouldn’t forgive you.

he would break you.

if it was a punishment, then why do you enjoy the idea of it? why are you so enticed, so excited, so eager to have your daddy use you like a fucktoy? your lashes flutter against your cheeks, hips bucking into your cupped palm as your belly begins to tighten. “b-break me, daddy, please, nanami-”

“what do you think you’re doing?”

you freeze.

tentatively, you crack an eye open, swallowing audibly when nanami stands at the edge of his door, his glasses already removed. now that his beautiful blue eyes aren’t obscured by anything, you’re met with the intense heat of his gaze, nearly burning like wild fire. you glance down at your fingers buried in your pussy and gulp, pulling them out with a loud shlick. you were so wet at just the thought of him, so stupid to even want to be punished, but now your spine freezes when nanami struts to your way.

his hand tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at him. “i asked you a question,” his low, baritone voice has you clenching around nothing, throat tight out of nervousness. “i said, what do you think you’re doing?”

“i-i’m sorry, daddy,” you duck your head down, lips red and trembling. “i just missed you so much and i got so horny-”

“so you thought it was okay to touch yourself? even after i’ve made it clear i don’t want you doing that?”

“i’m so sorry-”

nanami doesn’t give you a chance to speak before his lips crash into yours, his tongue effortlessly slipping inside to swipe over your teeth. you gasp in his mouth when his large hands cup your ass and haul your weight off the desk, legs wrapped around his waist. nanami slaps it, making the flesh bounce and gripping it tightly with a firm squeeze. you’re pretty sure you’d turn completely red and marked by the end of this, but you don’t care, fuck, you don’t fucking care – nanami’s here and that’s all you care about.

you kiss him back just as eagerly, arms around his neck as he carries you like you weigh nothing. nanami groans when your teeth nibble on his lips, eager and needy hands unbuttoning his shirt. his hard pecs and abs greet you like a present you couldn’t wait to unwrap, and you’re both breathing hard by the time you pull away.

“are those my clothes?” he snaps the strap of your bra under his shirt, eyes narrowed over the way you look terrifyingly small in his shirt. you nod, breasts rising up and down, tempting him to reach over and squeeze it. your back arches at his touch, his ministrations missed and needed. no, you craved it. he’s been gone too long you’re not sure you could take it anymore, and you hiss when nanami buries his sharp nose in the juncture of your neck, the front of his pants damp and coated with your exposed wet cunt. “and you’re wearing my perfume too.”

“y-yes.”

“tell me, baby,” nanami sets you down on your feet. your legs are a little wobbly from the heels and with desire burning in your stomach. he steadies you by placing a hand under your armpit, and you lean forward to kiss him one more time. nanami tsks and shoves you backwards, cheek sliding across the glass. “why did you go to my room without my permission? why did you touch yourself when i told you not to? do you want to be punished?”

your cheek stings from the impact of your skin hitting the glass, but your mind is too clouded with lust you can’t really focus on his words. wiggling your ass to press against his erection, you beg for him, hands looking for the comfort of his skin.

nanami slaps your ass and hand away to shut you up, and you fall forwards with a muffled cry. “answer me when i ask you a question, baby girl. i’m not always going to be this nice.”

“daddy, i-i just missed you so much, i couldn’t help it.”

“you missed me?” you hear his belt unbuckling behind you, your ass perking up in excitement. fuck, you just wanted him to pound into you already. but nanami’s always too patient, always controlled in everything he does, that you’re laying there shaking with your pussy dripping for him. finally, fucking finally, you feel his cock enter you inch by delicious inch, and you moan at the same time nanami groans at burying himself deep within you. “my stupid silly baby can never keep her hands to herself, huh?”

“no, daddy, i want you too much, i just miss you so bad.”

“you do?” he teases, rolling his hips languidly. his pace is so slow and teasing that you’re whining for him to go faster, but nanami only shakes his head. before you could fathom the way nanami’s eyes darken, he leans forward, hitting deeper than he did before. your moans are so breathy that you start fogging up the glass, and nanami rubs your swollen clit before using his hands to squish your cheeks. he forces you to follow his gaze, voice low and almost growling. “if you miss daddy so much, then show it to them. show them how good i’m making you feel. come on, baby girl, i know you can do it. you’ll do it for me won’t you?”

realization dawns you the moment nanami pushes your body further in the glass, your breasts squished and flattened against the cool surface. “d-daddy,” you gasp, tightening around him once you see that the overtime workers from the office parallel to his penthouse are now witnessing the way nanami rams his cock into you like a wild animal. “they’re, ah, watching.”

“i know, baby, i know,” nanami loosens his necktie around your neck, snatching it and tying it around your wrists instead. “let these people know you’re mine – that you’re my baby girl and no one else’s okay?”

hands bound behind your back and nanami’s thick cock thrusting roughly into you, you’re unable to move or even think straight. you just nod mindlessly as nanami keeps fucking into you, hands gently pressing down your throat. his dick keeps rubbing against your most sensitive spots and you’re shaking underneath him, your arousal heightened when you saw several of the office workers have already pulled out their cocks and stroked it at the sight of you dripping onto nanami’s black marble floors.

nanami doesn’t stop praising on how much you’re a good girl for him. now that his cock is buried within you, he’s already forgotten that you’ve broken his precious rule.

you don’t complain, though. how could you when he has you screaming his name, your makeup and sweat leaving a figure the shape of body plastered on his glass walls? you’re sure his housekeeper is going to be so angry at the both of you for leaving cum stains everywhere, but you and nanami have forgotten all about it.

it seems he misses you just as much because nanami doesn’t stop fucking you until you’re full of his cum, breasts swollen and aching from being pressed into the wall for so long.

an hour passed – maybe two – you’ve lost count from the amount of times nanami has made you cum. your legs are giving out beneath you and your latest lingerie set is broken, comforted only by the promise that he’s going to get you good one. you’re absolutely lost in the pleasure of nanami driving his cock impossible deep into you all the way until morning, body spent and shaking from all the orgasms.

fucked out and whining, nanami litters kisses all over your body to soothe you a little bit, but he doesn’t stop. and the truth is, you don’t want him to, either. legs wrapped around his waist and heels digging into his ass, nanami finally tangles his hands into yours as he pistons his cock in and out of your squelching pussy.

he’s giving you his all, and you can’t keep your hands to yourself no matter how hard you’re trying to, not when nanami is prowling into you as you’re spread underneath him before he goes gentle, almost as if making love to you.

well, you could, but why would you want to?

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I can have one where Peter is a fuck boy and unknowingly slept with Y/N (stark) and they meet at the tower on a group meeting day. (and he in front of the avengers pretends to be innocent). Love you

All writing will be #writing-wh0re-requests.

Peter Park x Female Reader - Tony Stark's Daughter.

Words: 3,625 - longest I've ever written.

Warnings: Smut18+, Vaginal intercourse, Male and Female Performing Oral, Praise Kink, Unprotected Sex, Fuckboy Peter Parker, Angst.

A/n: I hope you enjoy this, I took three hours to write and edit this. I got a little carried away with it (I think) and I apologise for it being sooo long.

So far your senior year had been amazing, you were destined to finish top of your class which would make your dad happy and you had also been offered an internship with him, which some of your classmates thought was bullshit but hey, considering you didn’t want to go to some flashy expensive school, you were doing pretty good, even with your dad’s help.

That was until you went out to your first party with your best friend Macie, she thought it was about time you let loose and have fun. You didn’t want to go and had even told your mum and dad who only encouraged you to go out, so that plan backfired. So here you were, standing in Macie’s living room, red solo cup in your hand while dancing with your best friend, happy to have listened to her for once and let loose.

“How do you know this many people?”

Macie shakes her head “I don't know them, they’re Tyler’s friends from his school.” I nod in agreement, looking around the room for Tyler, Macie's boyfriend who is chatting with a guy I’ve never seen before. His brown slightly curly hair, puppy dog eyes and a smile that causes butterflies inside of my stomach. Macie grabs my shoulder, following my line of sight before laughing and shaking her head.

“Peter Parker.”

“Peter Parker” I repeat his name, loving the way it sounds as it falls from my lips. “He’s fucking hot.”

Macie laughs at me before nodding. “Yeah he’s alright, he goes to school with Tyler. He’s a bit of a ladies man but I don’t know too much about him.”

“He’s into science and technology?” I almost feel bad for questioning the boy's intelligence, judging him solely on his handsome appearance.

“Yeah, Tyler, Peter and a guy called Ned won their last science fair two weeks ago.” Macie informs. “Let's go say hi.” Macie grabs my arm pulling me through the body’s of unknown teenagers before we come face to face with Peter and Tyler.

“Hey babe, we were just talking about you.” Tyler pulls Macie into his side, kissing the side of her head.

My eyes fall to Peter, both of us smiling at each other. I feel my skin fall hot slightly as his eyes wander over my body. I mentally thank myself for wearing my red leather shirt and lace crop top.

“I’m Peter.”

“Y/n.” I smile before hearing someone clear their throat. Turning my attention to Macie, a cocky smirk on her face.

“Tyler and I want to play beer pong, want to join?”

“You’d have to be partners though.” Tyler quickly adds, before walking away with Macie to the table to set the game up, not even waiting for a response.

I look to my side slightly silently asking Peter if he’d like to join.

“I need words Y/n.” I take in a sharp breath at what Peter just said to me.

“Uh, would you, um like to be my partner for beer pong?” Peter licks his lips before smirking at me.

“Of course.” His hand falls to the middle of my back as he guides me to the table Tyler and Macie had just set up. Macie raises her eyebrow at me, causing me to blush and shake my head, knowing exactly what she is thinking.

“Okay so standard rules, but we haven’t decided what the winner gets yet.” Tyler states.

I watch Macie stand on her tippy toes whispering something into Tylers ear causing him to chuckle.

“Okay, the winner has to make out with their team member.”

I sigh at my best friend before nodding.

“Fine, okay.”

“Sound a little more excited.” Peter whispers, flicking his eyes from mine to my lips. I roll my eyes, ignoring his comment as Macie flips a coin.

“Heads.” I call quickly, watching Macie reveal the coin, heads being the winner.

Tyler throws Peter the ball, catching it perfectly in one swift motion.

“Fuck.” I whisper to myself, seeing him smirk slightly. He surely didn’t hear me, did he?

I stand beside Peter as he lines up the first shot, landing the ball into the cup causing Tyler to groan.

“Lucky shot.” Macie mumbles before lining up to take her shot, missing the cup as I pout.

“Awh Mace.” Macie narrows her eyes at me before flipping me off.

I grab the ball, lining up the shot, before I can let go of the ball, Peter’s hand falls to my elbow, his other placed in the middle on my back.

“Lower, otherwise you’ll miss and we want to win.” His warm breath fans my neck causing my heartbeat to pick up. I let the ball slip through my fingertips, missing the cup I was originally planning on but landing the ball in the one behind.

“That’s unfair.” Macie complains before drinking from the cup.

The game continues with us losing our lead, until the last cup for both teams. I take a deep breath, knowing it's my go and praying that I won’t miss this shot.

“Breathe, lower your arm, line it up and sink it.” Peter whispers, his lips against my ear, his hands placed on my hips. I follow his instructions, taking a breath, lowering my arm and letting go of the ball. The room feels like it slows down as the ball bounces on the table, landing into the cup.

“Good girl.”

An uncontrollable whimper leaves my lips which causes his grip on my hips to tighten, feeling my arousal pool in my panties.

“Holy shit, you won!” Macie cheers, clapping her hands as Tyler follows suit.

I don’t get a chance to respond to Macie as my body is spun around, my chest bumping into Peter’s. One of his hands cupping my cheek, the other still on my hip, his lips locking onto mine. I feel my body relax against his lips, putting my arms around his neck deepening our kiss.

Peter smiles against my lips, everyone around us whooping and hollering at our interaction. We pull away from each other, before he leans back in, quickly pecking my lips.

*Optional but I listened to this song while writing this next part*

“I love this song, Y/n come dance.” Macie almost squeals, grabbing my arm and pulling me from Peter’s embrace. “Was that as good as it looked?”

“God yes.”

Macie smiles at me before mouthing the words ‘she got that rich girl la vibe.’ gesturing to me as I flip my hair over my shoulder, laughing at my best friend. Macies hands fall to my hips, swaying to the beat with me, I place my arms around her neck singing the words with her.

Macie goes wide eyed slightly before letting go of my hips, I raise my eyebrow about to protest her actions before feeling a familiar grip. I tilt my head back, resting on his shoulder grinding my ass against his crotch, his grip tightening on my hips.

“Behave.”

I roll my eyes, spinning around in his embrace, without a second thought I lean forward, kissing up his neck before softly biting his earlobe.

“Make me.” I dont have a second to think before I’m being pulled behind Peter, a smug smile on my face. He drags me through the crowd, banging on the bathroom door before pulling me through the door with him.

His lips are instantly on mine, my back against the door, his fingertips running up and down my sides. I grab his wandering hand, placing it on my boob causing him to groan softly. I bite his bottom lip, pulling back as our eyes lock together. His lips fall to my neck, kissing and biting the skin.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.”

His compliment causes a shiver to run down my spine, my fingers running through his hair, pulling on his curly locks earning a moan from his lips. The warmth of his body leaves mine, grabbing my hips and picking me up, I softly squeal, shocked how easily he lifted me. Peter places me on the bathroom counter, tugging on top as I pull the flimsy lace fabric from my body, his lips instantly kissing my boobs, swiping his tongue across my nipple.

“Fuck.” I hiss, watching Peter pull my nipple between his teeth. Peter kisses down my body, pulling my skirt up letting it sit around my waist.

“You’re dripping for me.” Peter presses against my clit through the fabric of my g-string. I slowly rock my hips up, attempting to get some friction.

“Needy little girl.”

I whimper at his words, feeling myself become wetter by the second. A gasp falls from my lips as Peter pulls my panties to the side, blowing on my glistening heat.

“Please.” I beg, causing Peter to chuckle. He trails feather light kisses up my thighs before licking a stripe from my core to my clit. On instinct my fingers tangle in his hair, my head falling back against the mirror, mouth agape as moans and gasps fall from my lips like water.

“Yes, fuck.”

Peter slides a finger inside of me, causing my pussy to clench around the contact. His lips cover my clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves earning a hiss from me. Peter adds another finger, pumping in and out of my pussy, my hand slaps across my mouth, muffling my cries of pleasure. Peter looks up at me, using his free hand to pull my elbow.

“Let me hear you.”

I flutter my eyes closed, Peter’s lips on my thigh, sucking and biting the skin, his fingers still buried deep inside of me.

“I’m close.”

The second the words escape me, I regret them. Peter pulls away from me, standing to undress himself. Without a second thought I fall to my knees, looking up at him through my lashes.

“Naughty girl.”

My hands fall to his pants, unbuttoning his jeans before hurriedly unzipping them. I palm his cock through his underwear, a breathless moan escaping from his lips. I tug at the fabric, having his help to pull it off. His dick springs free, my breath hitching at the size of him.

I take him in my hand, pumping up and down slowly, swirling my tongue around the head. Peter bites his lip, his fingers brushing through my hair, his eyes focusing on my every move. I lick from the base to the tip before taking him fully in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down. The sounds Peter makes cause my pussy to ache, his fingers pull on my hair, helping to guide my mouth. I gag around him as he hits the back of my throat, an unholy sound falling from his lips at the contact.

Peter pulls my mouth off him, pulling me up by my arms, placing me on the counter again. I grab his cock, running it up and down my slit, causing Peter to chuckle.

“Someone’s eager.” I simply answer him by positioning his cock at my entrance, hooking my legs around his waist to pull him into me.

I moan at the feeling of him inside of me, his eyes flutter closed at the contact, moaning at the sensation.

“You feel so good.” I smirk at him, watching his eyes flick to where our bodies meet, his thumb brushing against my clit.

I pull Peter closer to me, locking our lips together as he slides in and out of me, deeper with each thrust, causing my body to tingle, the speed of his thumb picking up before slowing right back down.

I pull away from our kiss, trailing kisses down his jaw, running my tongue down his neck, sucking and biting the skin. Peter grips my ass at the contact of my lips, spanking me hard as I rack my nails down his back.

“Just like that Peter.” I whisper in his ear, softly biting his earlobe as he groans.

“Fucking so good.”

I feel the band inside of me tighten, my pussy tightening around his cock.

“Cum for me, come on baby.” My eyes roll back, shocks of electricity flowing through me, holding onto Peter tight. Peter moans against my shoulder, biting the skin before finding his own release.

Before he pulls out, Peter kisses me, holding my face in his hands.

“You’re incredible.” Blush heats up my cheeks as he pulls out of me, hissing at the loss of contact. Peter and I both get dressed quickly, walking back out to the party, moving through the crowd to find Macie and Tyler.

I lock eyes with Macie as her mouth falls open, quickly rushing over to me and pulling me away from Peter.

“You had sex.”

“Shh, don’t tell the whole party.”

Macie rolls her eyes, moving my hair over my shoulder before wincing.

“Have fun explaining that one to your dad.”

I go wide eyed slightly, turning to the hallway mirror and seeing three hickies on my neck.

“Fucking hell.”

Macie chuckles at my expense, pulling me with her to go back to Peter and Tyler. I frown my brows, Tyler now by himself.

“Uh, where did Peter go?” I question as Tyler shrugs. I quickly look around the living room, my eyes landing on Peter watching him slip out the front door without a word.

“Did he just leave?” Macie asks almost dumb founded.

“Guess so.”

“Don’t beat yourself up Y/n, just be lucky you didn’t sleep with Peter, he’s a bit of a fuckboy to be honest.” Tyler chuckles as I feel my body fall cold. Tyler looks between myself and Macie, choking on his drink slightly. “You fucked him.”

“I’m going to head home.” I mumble, Macie quickly pulling me into a hug, walking me to her front door, the same one Peter had just ducked out of.

“You can stay.”

“It’s fine Macie, I want to shower and sleep in my own bed.” Macie smiles weakly at me, pulling me into another embrace. “I’ll text you.”

Macie nods in response as I pull my phone out, calling Happy to pick me up.

--

The next morning I wake up feeling rough, hating that I mixed different alcohol’s and feeling off about having slept with a complete stranger, knowing how unlike me that is.

“Good morning Y/n, your dad would like to see you in the kitchen.” Friday’s voice bounces off my bedroom walls. I groan at the announcement, grabbing a scrunchie to throw my hair up in a messy ponytail. I quickly look over my outfit, sweatpants and a stark industries crop jumper, good enough. I grab a pair of socks before walking out onto the cold tiles.

“Friday summoned me.” I announce walking into the kitchen, seeing my dad and the avengers sitting around the table. “Oh awesome.” I whisper.

“And what time did you get home?”

“Eleven, maybe.”

I open the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water and sitting on the bench, facing everyone.

“How was the party? You’ll have to tell us everything.” Wanda smiles as I nod.

“Y/n Stark, what is that on your neck?” My dad bellows, standing up and tilting my head, looking at the hickies on my neck.

“Nothing.” I push my dad away as everyone at the table snickers.

“You did tell her to go out and party.” Steve states causing my dad to turn and point at the super soldier.

“Stay out of this Rogers.”

“She’s young Tony, let her enjoy her last few weeks of school.” Nat pipes up causing my dad to tut and sit back down.

‘Thank you.’ I mouth to Steve and Nat as they both smile and nod at me.

“So why do you look like you’re having a meeting?”

“We are welcoming a new member to the avengers.” My dad states, sipping his coffee.

“Right, so why did you want me here for that?”

“Because you haven’t met him yet and you’re both going to be interning for me in a few weeks, thought it might be good to be acquainted.” I nod in response to my dad, taking a sip of my water.

“They’re all waiting for you.” I hear Happy’s voice say as he walks into the room, all of the avengers stand and look behind me, I turn and look over my shoulder, feeling my heart beat pick up, my mouth falling dry.

“Peter.” His name falls from my lips in shock.

Peter’s eyes lock onto me as he swallows harshly.

“Peter, buddy, welcome.” My dad greets him like an old friend, his eyes moving from mine to my dads.

I feel a hand grip my forearm, a gasp pulling me out of my thoughts, I quickly pull out of the grip.

“Get out of my head Wanda.”

“He did this.” Wanda whispers gesturing to my neck, Nat and Steve both looking at me. I hold my finger to my lips, pleading with my eyes.

“How much did you see?” Nat whispers to Wanda. I don’t hear Wanda’s response as my dad calls me over to him. I quickly slip off the bench, Nat with a small smirk on her face. I sigh softly knowing they know.

“You called.”

“Peter Parker, this is my daughter Y/N Stark, she will be interning with you and is typically on our communications for missions.” My dad states as Peter puts out his hand for a headshake, I scoff before accepting his gesture.

“So what’s your ability?”

“He’s Spiderman, isn’t it great to finally put a face to the suit.” My mum says, standing next to Happy. Instantly, everything from last night makes sense, the smirk he had when I whispered, the soft touches, leaving the party abruptly. It all makes sense, he knew what he was doing. He could read me like a fucking book.

“Y/n is very fond of you, she studied your web abilities.” My dad states, causing me to run my hand down my face.

“Ah, well, maybe you should show me what you learnt and I could fill in any blanks.” Peter states, causing my dad to hum in approval.

“Why don’t you do that now while I get paperwork ready for you to sign.” My dad smiles. I feel a hand cup my shoulder, looking to the right and seeing Steve.

“Steve Rogers.”

Peter grabs his outstretched hand, wincing slightly at the grip Steve gives. I slightly elbow the super soldier, knowing Wanda told him what she saw.

“Maybe Banner should go with them, do you want a teenage boy to be left alone with your teenage daughter?” Steve asks, my dad sighs before chuckling.

“Clearly she was with a teenage boy last night, I’m sure Peter here is harmless compared to last night's company.”

I hear Nat and Wanda giggle before passing it off as something else.

“Go.” My dad instructs, I sigh, turning away from him and leading the way to the lab.

The walk to the lab is silent, only my dad’s voice bouncing off the walls asking the group why they’re being weird.

I walk over to my desk, grabbing the file on ‘Web Slinger’ and handing it to Peter.

“Take it.”

Peter’s hand brushes against mine before he grabs the file, sitting in the chair beside mine.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

I scoff, shaking my head. “Oh yeah because you gave me time to tell you.”

Peter sighs, putting the file on my desk before pulling my chair closer to him.

“Could have told me beforehand.”

“It didn’t seem to matter, how was I supposed to know who you were?”

Peter stays quiet, his eyes looking everywhere but mine.

“Not like you stayed afterwards for us to actually have a conversation.”

“I had shit to do, people to save.” Peter states, now looking at me dead in the eyes.

“Fine, I get that but couldn’t you give me your number or some way of contacting you?”

Peter once again stays quiet.

“Did you tell them? Because Captain America seems to be protective.”

I scoff, rolling my eyes. “No, I didn’t tell them. Wanda Maximoff read my mind, guess she told him.” Peter sighs before I continue, “Look, we can just forget it, okay? You’re a part of their team now and we’re just going to have to move on.”

Peter’s hand falls to my knee, his thumb rubbing against the fabric of my sweatpants.

“What if we don’t move on? What if we start something?”

“Peter, I don’t want you to feel you have to start something because I’m your boss's daughter, if you want to forget it ever happened we can.”

Peter tuts, moving his hand from my knee to my face.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you. I meant what I said last night, you’re incredible” My heartbeat picks up, butterflies erupting inside of me causing Peter to smirk. “I have an effect on you.”

“Cocky arent you.”

Peter smirks smugly, before brushing his lips against mine.

“If you don’t want to try this, stop me.” Peter hesitates for a few seconds before I close the gap between us, kissing him. Peter’s hands move under my thighs, picking me up from the chair and placing me on my desk.

“Peter Parker!” Peter jumps away from me at the shouting of my dad’s voice. “You two have some explaining to do.”

Peter scratches the back of his neck, looking at me as I shrug lightly.

“Maximoff told me, I should have listened to Rogers, but don't tell him I said that.” My dad walks over to us, grabbing the chair Peter once sat in. “I’m listening.”

Peter takes a deep breath before explaining it all to my dad, leaving out a few details as I but in to fill any holes.

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Are you fine with top beta mreader and bottom alpha iwaizumi? Reader is model student in school and rumor tells that he is better than most alpha. Iwai who never interested about that kind of thing suddenly changed his mind when his inner beast screamed out for reader when he saw him in the library. That caught reader attention. So they have sex there, with Iwai trying hard to holding back his voice and he can only knotting at nothing when climax. After they were done, Iwai kinda light headed and Reader bridal carry him outside. I just think it will be cute 🐽

That's all 🛁

out of the ordinary (nsfw) top beta!reader x bottom alpha!iwaizumi

pronouns: he/him (FEMALE ORIENTED DNI!!)

warnings: slight degrading, omegaverse, reverse roles, knotting (not really), public sex (sex in library), slight overstimming

a/n: i can't find any,,,good iwa panels help. but this was an interesting concept especially the last part. i also love iwa with my entire life please 🧎‍♂️ sorry this took so long because it's pretty long around 1.8k words

_____

you were an exception, someone who's out of the ordinary. being born a beta, people didn't expect much from you. they had no reason to believe that someone who was a part of 90% of the world population was capable of doing anything extraordinary. however you were there to prove them wrong. ever since elementary going into highschool your grades were always at the top of the class and in some cases in the district. everyone was surprised to find out that you were only a beta instead of an alpha.

your achievements were spread all of the school board and among your classmates. most people respected you and some wanted to be you. your grades weren't the only thing you had, your looks were at least above average and nearly everyone who saw you wanted to fuck you, or get fucked by you. except for one person, iwaizumi hajime.

the spiky haired boy was never interested in this type of stuff. in fact he is the only alpha in the entire school that hasn't tried to hit on you or asked you out yet. unfortunately this just so happens to be the one person you were somewhat interested in. unlike the other betas and omegas you weren't exactly submissive. sure you were nice and friendly towards other people but in the bedroom? all you wanted was to make an alpha cry out your name and cum from your cock. it was an unrealistic fantasy due to how your society functions but you've seen it happen before and you wanted to experience it yourself.

the more iwa didn't notice you, the more frustrated you became. you tried all sorts of things to grab his attention. "helping" him with homework, which he denied many times. inviting him to hangout afterschool, also denied. and even as far as behaving unlike yourself, none of the above worked and you were quite upset about it.

until one day, when you were just walking to the gym you overheard iwa and his friend oikawa qtalking about something.

"c'mon iwa we all know you were head over heels for him when he was performing that day."

"shut up, it doesn't matter even if i do, he has enough alphas and omegas on his dick, he doesn't need another one. so what if i want to fuck him, who doesn't? you did too at one point but he turned you down almost immediately."

"jeez! calm down you freaking porcupine. all i'm saying is, next time you two are alone, maybe give it a shot instead of avoiding him. he's the first person that ever got you feeling like this and it would be too good of a chance to pass by, don't you think?"

"yah yah whatever i got it."

so the two were… talking about you?. there was no way right?! the one person you wanted attention finally gave it to you. it might not have been directly but he admitted it, and that's all you needed to know. so all the things you were doing did work after all. you were excited but you needed to keep your cool for now, and figure out a way to get you two alone. little did you know he was going to come to you all by himself without you even lifting a finger.

you strolled to the library afterschool to borrow to borrow a book your friend told you to check out that you know you won't be reading. while searching for the novel, you heard someone open the door of the empty library. it was pretty rare for anyone to be in the library except during class time so you wondered who it could've been. you peeked over the bookshelves to find a spiky haired male trying to find a book as well. it was iwa, looking for a book in the dystopia section.

this situation couldn't have been better. you and iwa were alone in a place where nobody usually comes. it was the perfect opportunity to do what you always wanted to do. you walked over to the other section to greet him.

"yo! how's it going iwaizumi?"

"it's going fine… thank you, i'm surprised to see you here though."

"oh yeah haha, just checking out a book."

iwaizumi looked away and directed his attention back to the bookshelf. you were a little upset and while thinking about something to talk about, he spoke again.

"h-hajime, is fine...by the way." iwa said while his face flashed a bright red.

hajime? his first name? we barely talked ever and now you guys are on a first name basis? you didn't mind of course, you a little surprised that's all.

"alright hajime! same goes for you too!"

he looked away again, gripping the book in his hand.

"alright, fuck it." he murmured under his breath. hajime turned around to you and pushed on onto the bookshelf behind you. his hand holding onto yours and his face red as a cherry. you were a little startled but this stuff wasn't exactly new to you so it wasn't as flustering to you as it was to him.

"uhh, hajime? y-you alright there?"

"i wanna fuck you alright?! there i said it. i'm not expecting anything because i'm the last alpha you haven't rejected. but still, i want to try. so…what do you say?"

it was all going better than expected. all the things you've done to attract iwa was finally paying off! you were excited but you needed to keep your cool before completely losing it on him.

"sure! i don't see the reason not to~ but…we are going to switch it up a little bit." you said with a smirk on your face. iwa looked confused about what you meant by switching up, but now that the person he liked agreed to have sex with him, he didn't care about what's about to happen.

you grabbed iwa's arms and pushed them behind his back as you turned him around, reversing the positions of you two.

"w-woah, what are you doing…y/n."

"i've always wanted to do this hehe, fucking an alpha and making him beg to cum as a beta, someone who is supposed to be below him in society standards. what do you say hajime? is this still the sex you were looking forward to? or are you gonna leave me here all by myself?"

there was fear and anticipation in iwa's eyes, eager to find out what happens next. as much as he wished it was the opposite way around he didn't want to lose the opportunity in his hand right now. reluctantly, he nodded and agreed, gesturing to get on with what you wanted to do.

gaining the signal to start, you aggressively pushed your lips onto iwa's, reaching into his mouth and soon intertwining your tongue with his. the other male let out stubborn whimpers as the kiss grew to be more sloppy. soon you broke it, leaving him panting for breath and a dirty smile on your face.

you licked your fingers and reached into the back of iwaizumi's pants. at first he jolted a little, not being used to his ass being touched as an alpha. you then started to move your fingers into his asshole. going deeper inside, hajime struggled with the pain that no alpha in this school will ever experience. hajime's grunts started to become moans, you put in more fingers as you found his pleasure point. massaging it and doing all the tricks you knew on it to make him feel as good as possible.

it didn't take long till a wet spot started to form on his pants and his eyes became hazy. you took out the finger and let hajime catch his breath before preparing him for the real thing.

"w-what's next…" hajime asked

"just close your eyes, i promise i'll make you feel good~"

he trusted you and shut his eyes, latching on to your shoulder. you revealed your cock and lifted iwa up so that his face would be facing you and his plump asshole would be right above cock. iwa was nervous, you could tell and that was the best part about it. gently you put your cock into his ass. it was still rather difficult even with all the preparation from earlier. iwa let out a small cry as you entered him, not used to anything so big inside him, or anything at all really.

"f-fuck that hurts…"

"i know, it'll feel good in a bit, alright? bare with me here a little. i'm gonna start moving."

you didn't even put into consideration that this was iwa's first time. you went at a moderate speed, sometimes slowing down and speeding up. iwa's hard cock leaking with precum and bouncing up and down on yours. it was such a pretty sight seeing the alpha cry pretty tears from all the pain and pleasure. of course you felt amazing too, iwa's virgin hole felt better than your hand or anything your dick had ever fucked.

iwa used one of his hands to cover his mouth. attempting to stop the people outside of the library to hear his moans.

"hajime~ people are gonna hear us if you keep being naughty like this~" you said with a cocky smile on your face.

he didn't say anything in response, barely being able to comprehend anything while getting fucked.

"c'mon...look at you, an alpha? being fucked by a beta in a library. moaning like a slut in heat, i might as well knot you while i'm at it hm?"

speaking of knots, the alpha was getting closed with nothing around his cock. nothing for him to knot. his cock enlarged in size as he reached his climax but a face of disappointment appeared because of the empty area around iwa's dick. he didn't even think it was physically possible until today looking at it right now in front of him.

hajime had his fun but you weren't done yet. right after he came you continued to fuck him and stroke his cock to overstimulate him. after you came inside you noticed that iwaizumi had already passed out from the pleasure. his own cum spilled on his stomach and his ass filled with yours. you stood still for a while, enjoying the view of the sleeping prince in front of you. to make this more fun for the both of you, you decided to carry the alpha in your arms as if he was your bride.

you got a bunch of weird stares and murmurs from the students around you but you didn't care. all the reputation that you built up could fall into shreds but you could not have cared less. now, the only thing that matters is the one person you wanted attention from gave it to you and is sleep soundly in your arms.

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[kthynes]

oh so romantical?

pairing: chris evans x fem!reader

request: Chris is a romantic guy and the reader isn't. But what if she surprises him with a romantic movie night with his favorite food and drink. 😭😭 - anon

warnings: some course language. This is another bout of fluff and the teeth rotting kind.

a/n: I'm truly loving these requests that I've been getting as of late. They're super cute and keep me inspired to write - so thanks for the lovely request nonnie!

Taglist: @patzammit @mrs-djokovic - if you wish to be added to this list lemme know

The timer of all proportionate disasters goes off right as you set up the Netflix cue. Dodger immediately barks for your attention and you get it. You suck at being the romantically inclined partner. You don't think twice to do these things, not that it ever comes easy for you.

"Ahhh.” You’re flustered, dropping the clicker and then shuffling over to the kitchen that awaits for your next mess. “Alexa, play Lovers Jive."

"Playing Lovers Jive on Spotify." The first tune is befittingly his favorite, My Girl by the Temptations.

"Okay Dodger here’s the plan. You listening?” The pup howls and then cleverly tilts his head. He’s been trotting by your side all day, being a lending ear and a pillar of moral support.

“Your daddy and I are going to have a nice home cooked meal and then have some dessert, watch a movie or two — his choice of course and then cuddle, talk, I’ll give him—“ You falter. Dodger's ears perk up and he becomes knowingly weary as his beady little eyes look at you. “And you, I’ll give you both head rubs. It’ll be perfect.”

Dodger barks with agreement. So that’s that then.

From what you know, it's slated that Chris will be having an 18 hour work day. He had left at the crack of dawn, peppering you with some text updates in between and then leaving you to go about your day. It's unimaginable that he works the way he works which is why you decide to treat him with all his favorites.

As the 18th hour approaches you take a good look at your spread and conjure up the nights festivities which becomes plentiful.

There’s a wide array of candies, gummies and sweets set on the island along with his favorite meal - a gorgeously stuffed manicotti that sits in a deep baking dish with rich aromas that fill the air.

You don't make it the way his mama does but it does come close. Truthfully speaking, it's one of your best cooked meals that Chris has been asking (practically begging) for you to make but with work you never got the chance to, until now that is.

With the soused sauciness of a good manicotti, you also took the liberty of running down to the local liquor store to grab some Sam Adams and a couple IPAs because you remember how much Chris enjoys the light refreshment of having those as well.

You were essentially trying to be a romantic partner. You were pulling all the stops, proving the fact that you were fully capable of reciprocating Chris's advances when your creative juices got to work, of course.

Your love definitely does not stop giving. Not one bit, not at all.

Dodger barks into the oblivion. He's on the prowl but that's because it's time, his daddy is home. The door clicks open and you draw in a deep readying breath, pulling out the manicotti to cool as Chris happily greets Dodger down the hall.

"Hey bubba." He laughs while rounding the corner with the dog bouncing by his side. "Mmm hey babe...”

Chris smells the wafting deliciousness in the air, it's a heartier smell which makes him extra happy to be home again.

“Woah what is all this?" He sees the lit tea candles that are strategically placed around the random nooks of his home along with a large vase of flowers that he was certain were not from him. "Who sent those?"

"Oh they're for you baby." You coyly mention over your shoulder and he's blown away, staggering with laughter. "From me, of course."

"You don't say. And look at that, they're red rose too, nice." Chris takes a delicate whiff of the arrangement and then slowly makes his way over to you.

Somethings up. Chris internally dissects while you pull of your over mitts with an overzealous look that could be fencing crazy if you extended the corners of your mouth up any further.

"Just how you like 'em." You wink at him. There was a time when Chris joked about wanting roses, being spoiled, wined and dined, the whole shebang. That he too and you quote "wanted to be a recipient of grand gestures."

This was it, his lucky night so to speak.

"So who am I bailing out of jail?" Chris asks while dropping the car keys on top of the counter before opening the freshly stocked fridge. He notices the different assortment of beers, he plucks one and then effortlessly cracks it open as you start plating him some food.

"Not my dad this time. Now come, sit, eat, unwind, tell me about your day." You twirl around while convincing an unconvinced Chris who's trying his hardest not to laugh at you. He's taking sips of his beer while you toss up some salad onto his plate before taking his hand and guiding him back to the dining table.

Chris was onto you.

"Okay now I see where this is going." He chuckles under his breath while taking a seat and then making you sit on his lap, warming up to the playful banter that was about to follow. "Alright I'll bite."

"First this." You point to the steaming plate of food in front of him.

"And then you?" He relays, bouncing up his knee and causing your body to jerk up a little at the tone of his quirky innuendo.

"Ha ha." You flatly laugh, sipping on your red while casually watching him take his first big and crucial bite. "I'm just trying to be... romantical?"

"Romantical?" He muffles, spearing and passing you the next bite which you lean into and graciously take.

"It's a word." You chew, swallow and wash down the remnants with more wine.

"Doubt it. Also this is fucking amazing by the way." He points his fork at the meal and you boastfully smile.

"Look I don't do this enough for you so allow me this one time will you?" You watch him clear his plate clean before giving you another second of his time. His eyes are bright, blue and satiated as he makes you look at him.

"I truly appreciate the effort." He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear as your eyes thin out with unsureness. His fingers gently brace your jaw as he leans in to give you a stern, lingering thank you peck. "I mean it. Thank you baby, this is more than expected and definitely more than enough."

"Round two?" You proposition almost immediately to this.

He chuckles. "Sure, I can eat."

Chris eyes you as you're heedlessly waltzing around the kitchen. This is domesticity, one that comes with unfamiliar territory and redolent of your relationship.

With you, Chris has always known that you were a silent giver. You'd express your love for him in inexplicable ways and that was more than enough. He wouldn't have outwardly asked for any of this but he can see that it truly meant a lot to you. You were simply trying to maladapt to his love language and Chris is every bit indebted to your diffident effort.

"Here you are." You place the plate down and Chris doesn't let you escape from his grasp, grabbing you back into him as his own little lap bunny.

"Let's eat." He suggests.

"You know, I could've easily fixed myself a plate." You're being fed like an infant by Chris who keeps you squirming and close to him. He's missed this, missed you.

"Sharing is caring. So what's on tonight's itinerary?" He takes his next bite while you swirl around your wine.

"Well after this I thought we could cuddle and watch a movie. Maybe get around to seeing that Gene Kelly: Anatomy of a Dancer docuseries."

"Oh! That's a good one." Chris rumbles with approval.

"You've seen it?"

"Countless times. Now open up." He swivels another forkful off the manicotti into your mouth as it leaves some sauce to appear on the corners of your mouth. "You'll enjoy it. It's quite virtuous of him along with his faults."

"We'll have to see." You say while masticating the rest of your meal, wiping your lips clean. "Also there's dessert!"

"You're a terrible baker hon. Please tell you didn't attempt to make that dank lemon meringue pie again." Chris stifles his laughter as you thwart him for reminding you.

"No jackass, I let the manufacturers of Starburst jellybeans take care of dessert for tonight." You huff as Chris pulls close to press a kiss against the side of your head.

"You're the best." He whispers in your hair. "And oh so romantical!"

"Ugh, here let me clear that up for you." You grab his plate before he could object so instead he shakes his head and chuckles, suavely knocking back the rest of his beer.

So the night is a big success. You and Chris spend quality time watching the docuseries before flipping over to DisneyPlus and exhausting out all the Disney movies. You both sing, banter and love your hearts out.

It becomes a renowned feeling that you both will choose to cherish as a way of tradition.

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