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lightupthemoon · 2 days ago
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The Effect You Got On Me (Part 3)
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Part III: I can't be your midnight love
PART 1 // PART 2 //
Summary: Game night awakens something in Kate she never expected.
Pairing: Kate Bishop x reader
Warnings: smut, 18+, minors DNI
Word count: 3.5 K
Read on AO3
Author's note: This took me longer than I expected, but here it is. Thank you all again for the comments, likes, and reblogs, y'all make me want to write more often. midnight love by girl in red on repeat for this one, because we are gay and we love it. Let me know what you think!!
Despite your busy schedules, you and your friends had agreed to always make time for your most sacred friendship tradition, game night. Yelena would always cook dinner, shooing you all out of the kitchen–her sanctuary, as she called it–whenever anyone offered to help. America was usually in charge of the board games, which had accumulated since she started the tradition with you back when you were in high school. Peter picked out the snacks, Kate brought the drinks and you picked out the necessary songs for the occasion, Taylor Swift’s “…Ready for it?” at the top every time, only for that one line in the hook.
Now his official girlfriend, Peter had brought MJ along, and they were deeply enthralled in an intense Battleship round with America while Yelena worked on her new recipe for the creamy Tuscan chicken she was cooking for the evening. You were sandwiched on the couch between Kate, her dog Lucky, and Fanny, Yelena’s dog. Lucky was sitting across Kate’s lap with his head on one of your legs, wagging his tail happily while you scratched behind his ears. Fanny laid her head on your other leg, the rest of her body sprawled on the couch, softly snoring. As for Kate, she had her head on your shoulder, her eyes focused on the mindless scrolling on her phone, trying to pretend she didn't have her other hand on your thigh, her fingers inching closer to the space between your legs like you were not sitting in her best friend’s couch. 
"Stop it," you mumbled under your breath, trying to remain as still as possible. "Not in front of the dogs." 
"What are you talking about?" Kate inquired, the picture of innocence if it wasn’t for the knowing half-smile on her lips, not even bothering to look up from her phone. "I'm just liking posts on Instagram, Y/N." 
You huffed in feigned annoyance, and she fully smiled, dragging her nails across your thigh before finally moving her hand, a soft whimper almost leaving your lips. You exhaled heavily to drown it and Kate licked her lips, clearly aware of the effect of her actions.
Your agreement with Kate was probably one of the best things you had ever agreed to. It was all the fun and none of the complications, which was quite refreshing after years spent in a whirlwind of a relationship. Kate was fun, adventurous, completely unafraid to push limits yet caring enough to only give what you took willingly. You felt comfortable with her, in a way that you had never felt with anybody else before. It had been easy to let your guard down, forgo sleep on some nights after sex to confide your deepest hopes and dreams in her, a far cry from where this whole thing had started. Used to keeping her cards close to her chest for most of her life, Kate took a bit more time to get there, but the more time you two spent together, the more she unraveled. You were at a point in your relationship where sometimes all it took was one look, one touch, one gesture, to know exactly what the other needed. 
"B5." 
Completely unaware of your secret exchange with Kate, Peter scratched his chin and squinted his eyes, the crease between his brows prominent in concentration. MJ mirrored him, whispering something in his ear to help him with his strategy from time to time. Across from them, America eyed them attentively, a haughty look on her face that suggested she had figured out their every move, making the couple nervous. 
"Ha! Another miss," America exclaimed triumphantly, making Peter and MJ groan. "You're so gonna lose, guys."
A bellow of laughter was heard in the kitchen, catching everyone’s attention. The wooden shutters on the half-wall that separated the kitchen from the rest of Yelena’s apartment were folded back, and you could see Yelena continuing to chop vegetables with an amused smile on her face as she said, "Careful, Mer, last time we played Battleship, Peter almost flipped over the table when he lost." 
MJ gaped at him, so very entertained by this new information. “You’re joking.”
"I did not," Peter said at the same time, pursing his lips, unable to hide the pink hue covering his cheeks. 
"Yeah, you did," You interjected, earning a glare for Peter. You ignored him, your attention on MJ. "He got so mad he almost threw the whole game out the window." 
MJ cackled. “Somehow, I believe that.”
America clicked her tongue, amused. "Damn, Pete, that’s some next-level shit. I’d expect that from Kate, not you.” 
“Hey! I heard that!” Kate scowled, and America stuck her tongue out at her. You threw your head back, laughing.
“Now, now, let's not give the state champion over there fuel to beat our asses, we need to humble her," Yelena declared, throwing her ingredients into a pot. “She was unbearable last time she won at Monopoly." 
“I don’t know, I like my chances tonight,” America shrugged, a teasing tone in her voice. “If rumors are to be believed, Kate is gonna let me win because she's just so happy jumping my best friend's bones.”
Peter and MJ couldn’t help the snort that escaped them, and you could hear Yelena trying to disguise her chuckles by pulling out dishware from the top cabinets of her kitchen. You immediately tensed up, a feeling of warmth crawling up from your neck to your face. 
Tournament season had begun and, as expected, Kate was at her very best, breaking her own school records in the process. In years past, the archer had been known to be at her most active after competitions, basking in the endless attention she'd get from the girls that would only show up to see her, but this time around, the first thing Kate would do after getting her picture taken for the trophy cases was heading your way to wrap you in a tight hug, words of praise immediately coming out of your mouth between giggles. Yelena, Peter, and America would hype up her accomplishments immediately after but unfortunately for you, people noticed the change. 
Soon enough, rumors started floating around campus that Kate Bishop had finally fallen and, out of all people, you were the lucky gal to steal her heart. Their words, not yours. 
Obviously, your friends loved to tease you about it, especially when you were in public. They would behave like five-year-olds, making kissing sounds and humming the melody to Careless Whisper whenever you and Kate arrived together anywhere, cracking up when you told them to knock it off with a blush on your face. 
"And why would I let you win? In any case, I'd let Y/N win," Kate responded, completely unbothered. "Not that she needs me to." 
"Ooh, rooting for the girlfriend. I like this Kate Bishop," Yelena snickered walking into the dining area, a stack of dishes and silverware on top of it in her hands. "Truly a step up from Carter, Y/N, well done." 
Kate found the whole situation amusing. She used it as an excuse to keep her hands on you in public, claiming she was just messing with the masses when asked about it, and although the multitude of prying eyes made you uncomfortable, you couldn’t say you didn’t like walking down the school grounds with Kate’s hand on your lower back. You really couldn’t say that you didn’t have a stupid dopey grin on your face for the rest of the day whenever Kate kissed the corner of your mouth as a goodbye when dropping you off for class. 
"Who's Carter?" MJ asked, genuinely curious, and you groaned, already dreading what was coming. 
Yelena whistled, leaving the dishware on the table. “How much time do you have?” 
Peter huffed out a laugh. "Sharon Carter, Y/N's ex. They dated on and off for two years." 
"And she was the worst, MJ." America's eyes glistened, delighted to have an opportunity to do what she did best–shit-talk her best friend's crappy ex. "She was always hot and cold with Y/N, the most charming person on Earth one moment and a total bitch the other. An absolute nightmare." 
That sparked a furious rant you had listened to more times than you cared to count on the many reasons to avoid Sharon Carter at all costs, all three of your friends taking turns giving MJ the full picture of how bad things have gotten between you and your ex. From Sharon forgetting your birthday to unfounded accusations that you were flirting with other people and full-blown dramas in restaurants, listening to your friends spew fiery words of hatred towards someone you had once thought to be the one made your stomach drop. The only one that seemed to be entirely uninterested in the subject was Kate, who had gotten up from her seat as soon as Sharon’s name was mentioned. She set up the table for dinner and disappeared into the kitchen when she was done, the sound of the refrigerator door opening and closing a couple of times the only indication she was still there. You just stayed where you were, ready to sink and disappear right into your seat. 
"Yeah, I don't think she liked us very much," Peter pointed out after a while, grimacing. "We invited her to game night one time and she definitely didn't have fun at all." 
"Oh, yeah, I remember!" Yelena exclaimed. "We played Jenga that day, she pushed the tower and made it fall because Kate was gonna win." 
"And then refused to play Pictionary, claiming the game was dumb," America added, rolling her eyes. "That woman has a stick so far up her ass I'm surprised she can walk." 
"Okay, I'm sure MJ got the picture," you finally interjected, covering your eyes with your hands, sounding slightly irritated. "Thank you very much." 
"I'm so sorry you had to go through all that, Y/N, that must have sucked," MJ lamented with a comforting tone in her voice. "I don't know how you did it." 
"A question we asked ourselves every day!" Peter spouted. 
America turned to you, eyebrows up to her forehead. "How did you stay with her for so long?" 
You opened your mouth to respond, but Yelena was faster. "She must have been really good in bed," She suggested nonchalantly. "Otherwise, I truly don't understand it." 
Peter’s ears suddenly turned crimson red. “Guys, let’s not–”
“Now that you mention it, I think I have heard stories about her. My friend Ned and I share a class with these dudes, Steve and James, and they’re always talking about a Sharon.” MJ added. 
"Oooh, it totally makes sense, I did hear Y/N and Carter once or twice and–" 
"Okay, enough." Kate emerged back from the kitchen, her voice sharp and loud, making America immediately shut up. The rest of them looked as if they had just gotten scolded by their parents. The expression on her face was unreadable, her eyes defiant and a darker shade of blue. "Let’s eat, shall we? I’m starving."  
The subject was dropped, and the night carried on without a hitch. MJ fitted right in with your group, and Peter was so happy about it that he didn’t care how many games he lost to America. Yelena, on the other hand, did care about losing and she was on a mission to best America on something before the night ended. All four of them were laughing and screaming so much that they didn’t notice the change in Kate’s attitude, who was uncharacteristically quiet. The brunette only spoke when spoken to, laughed half-heartedly when everyone else did, and peeled the label off every beer bottle she drank with her nails. You sat next to her, placed your hand on her thigh multiple times to make her look at you, and silently questioned her about it. She would only respond with an almost imperceptible shake of her head. 
You could not ignore the feeling that something was wrong, and you wanted nothing more than to kiss whatever was bothering Kate away.
But she wasn't your girlfriend, and even if you had gotten close, that would probably be crossing boundaries. What you had was casual, and if she didn't want to share what was troubling her, that was fine. 
Even if you couldn't think of anything else for the rest of the night. 
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After her husband's death, Eleanor Bishop spent a lot of time shutting down romantic propositions from wealthy men that genuinely only wanted to get their hands on Bishop Security. Love is a distraction, Eleanor would say, and I am far too busy for any of those. Kate heard her mother say that exact phrase more times than she could count as a child and, at some point, she started believing it, too. 
Truthfully, up to that point, she never felt like she was missing out on anything. Her life had been perfectly fine without it. She had seen what love did to people, how it stripped them of all rationality and made it so easy to give others the power to break you. Kate had consoled enough broken hearts, lost enough friends to jealousy, and watched enough relationships crash and burn to know it wasn't worth the effort. 
Needless to say, it caught Kate by surprise when she felt like something was pressing on her chest the moment Sharon Carter's name was mentioned and she saw the pained expression on your face. As if it still mattered, as if the words Peter, America, and Yelena were saying about your ex still hurt you.
Kate hated the way that knowledge made her feel. She wanted to leave right then and there, to escape that feeling that moved to the pit of her stomach and was expanding all through her body. 
She couldn't quite pinpoint what it was but the feeling was big, powerful, with sharp teeth tearing up her insides and demanding all of her attention. Her mind was going a thousand miles per hour, every single thing you had ever told her about Sharon running through it, how you still loved her, how you still lamented how things had ended between you. Then, Yelena had to add fuel to that fire by making that comment, what you said about Sharon having skills burning in the back of her mind, and as irrational as it was, she saw red, because Sharon never deserved you, and she wanted nothing else but to make you forget your ex. Kate wanted nothing but you to want her. 
And that was the first time she admitted it to herself. 
Panic settled quite fast. A voice inside her head–one that sounded an awful lot like her mother–started screaming at her to run away, call it quits with you while she still could without ruining your friendship but she knew it was a bit too late for that. Your concern didn't help her, and neither did the comforting touch of your hand on her thigh. She didn't know what to do, so she pretended everything was fine. 
Peter and MJ left first, clearly wanting to spend time alone together before calling it a night. They left holding hands, looking at one another like they were each other's worlds, and Kate's chest twinged because, for the first time in her life, she wanted that. And she hated how it came crashing on her just like that. 
Yelena convinced you and America to sleep over, saying something about being long overdue for a girls' night. Kate originally said no, wanting nothing more but to go to bed and sleep off that intrusive sensation she couldn't shake but Yelena and America were not taking a no for an answer. After Kate agreed to stay, Yelena and America disappeared behind the door of Yelena's bedroom to get sleepover supplies and get changed into something more comfortable, and Kate quickly took that as her opportunity to slip into the kitchen and gather herself.  
But you didn’t give her the chance. Kate was leaning against the kitchen counter, a beer bottle between her fingertips, clearly lost in her thoughts when you walked up to her. You placed your hands on her hip and she flinched at your touch, her gaze falling into yours.
You looked at her the same way you did that first night you slept together. Full of wonder, confusion, anxiety. Full of tenderness. And she knew she was doomed. 
"Are you okay, Katie?" You asked her, and Kate told herself she should have known the effect you had on her the moment she let you call her that. She hated when anyone else did, but your voice dripped with honey every time you said it, and it felt safe in your mouth. "You've been awfully quiet tonight." 
"Yeah, I'm just tired, I guess," Kate lied with a tight-lipped smile you saw right through. "We didn't get much sleep last night." 
You nodded, and she could tell you didn't buy it. But what was she going to say to you? I just realized I want more of you? 
"Are you sure it's just that?" You tried again, taking the bottle off her hands and putting it on the counter. You rested your hand on her cheek right after, the coldness of the bottle that lingered on your fingers making her shiver. Or maybe it just was your touch, Kate wasn't sure. "You can tell me anything." 
You were pulling her towards you and, just like that very first time, she was too weak to not let you. Your breath was on her mouth, soft and warm, and she closed the gap between you, her entire body immediately on fire when your lips were on hers. Kate instinctively parted her mouth open, and your tongue brushed her lips, letting you take the lead. She placed her hands on your waist and flushed your bodies together, the feeling of pressure on her chest disappearing instantly, replaced with electric waves through every single one of her bones. You let out a quiet moan that Kate felt in the deepest part of her core, her mouth immediately leaving yours and settling on the skin of your neck. You bit on your lip, trying to conceal the overcoming desire Kate was filling you with. Her hands slipped under your shirt lightly scratching at your stomach, and her lips returned to yours to drown the mewl threatening to come out from the back of your throat with her tongue. 
Her fingers moved further down and undid the button of your jeans, slipping inside your underwear and between your folds immediately. You gasped, not expecting for Kate to do that when your respective best friends could catch you but while she pressed you against the kitchen counter and made hurried circles on your clit, you couldn't seem to care. 
"I'm gonna need you to be real quiet, baby girl," Kate whispered against your skin, leaving a trail of kisses from your cheek to your jaw and back to your neck. "Can you do that for me?"  
You nodded frantically, the thrill of getting caught already pushing you closer to the edge. Kate rapidly sunk two fingers inside you, her thumb continuing to give attention to your clit. 
"Fuck, Kate," You grumbled quietly, holding onto her hair for some stability. "Don't stop."
You didn't have much time and Kate knew it. Her fingers thrust in and out of you ruthlessly and you bit on your bottom lip so hard that pink skin turned white. A third finger entered you, the coil feeling in your stomach tightening, the stretch and rhythm making your head spin. She stopped kissing every inch of exposed skin she found to face you, committing to memory every single one of your features as you tried as hard as you could to contain yourself. 
"Y/N, look at me," Kate muttered. "I wanna see you come undone." 
Your eyes fluttered open, and the look in the ocean of her eyes tipped you over the edge. You whimpered softly, your legs turning to jelly, and the pleasure flooded you. Kate wrapped her arm around you, holding your weight for you, and pressed her forehead against yours. She kissed you again, murmuring a soft I got you against your mouth, repeated again and again until your ragged breathing returned to normal. When you finally could, you kissed her back. 
And you kissed her so gently, so sweetly, that everything became clear to Kate.
And It was an unnerving revelation. Scary and unfamiliar, against everything she had ever known. So overwhelming that breathing suddenly felt more difficult. 
The swinging of a door opening broke the silence, quickly followed by the joyful voices of your respective best friends coming out of Yelena's room. You quickly pulled Kate's hands out of your pants and fixed your clothes, taking several backward steps away from her. Your need to maintain what you had as a secret made Kate's chest hurt again, regardless of being what you both had agreed to. You gave her a smile that clearly said this isn't over, before walking away and pretending nothing had happened. 
Kate took a big, deep breath, and felt the full weight of her brand new feelings, of the distraction she avoided all her life, in every inch of her skin. 
And It scared the shit out of her. 
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callmemrskenway · a day ago
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How would MK, Wukong, Macaque, and the Spider Queen react to an S/O who was isakai’d from another world?
MK:
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- What- How- Who- HUH!?
-Yeah he's kinda trying to wrap his head around the whole situation, mostly because he was in the middle of fighting Red Son when a portal opened up and shot out this random person right on top of him. He watches you groan in pain and realize you're sitting on top of someone and apologize, looking over at MK in concern: "I didn't kill him, did I!?!"
- He looks at the unconscious demon, to you, and then back to the unconscious demon again: "Nah, he'll be fine! Um...My name is MK!"
- "Hi, I'm (Y/n)- WHAT HAPPENED TO MY HAND!?"
- You kinda start freaking out and he has to calm you down by taking you back to Pigsy's for some noodles! When you explain your side of the story, he's kinda confused still but being the kind hearted person he is, he vowed to help you get back to your world.
- Oh no, he catches feels.
- Most likely from you just hanging out with him and becoming a constant presence in his life and you also catch feels because he's not the brightest tool in the shed but he's got a heart of gold and pure intentions. You guys don't notice you're both down bad for each other.
- Idiots to lovers, essentially.
- He wants to confess but he gets nervous about the fact that at some point, you are gonna have to go back to your world and it's gonna be heartbreaking for everyone.
- But on the other hand? Wouldn't he feel even worse if he didn't at least try to shoot his shot and NOT constantly be haunted with the thoughts of what could've been?
- He doesn't think of that himself, Mei has to bring that point up and he decides that yeah, that's a valid point. So he confesses to you, a bit nervously but he tried and that's what counts.
- And you accept his feelings with open arms, and reveal that your feelings were mutual as well.
- Does this mean he's gonna stop finding ways to get you home? No absolutely not. Because it'd be selfish of him to keep you here when you've got friends and family that totally miss you (and he can't blame them, you're AWESOME). But he can't exactly leave his world because he's got duties as the Monkie Kid. So he thinks of ways of how you guys can still be together...after all, it'd just essentially be a long distance relationship just...between worlds!
Sun Wukong:
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- Okay, yeah, he's been alive for a rather long time, and it's not exactly his first time having to save a girl falling from the sky but it's certainly the first time they're from a completely different world.
- Mostly because you sorta freak out and not in a good way where you're fawning and stuff but like, in a: "Sir, I beg your pardon, but are you a human sized monkey riding on a cloud??"
- He genuinely does wonder if the dieties in the Heavens are behind this and after confirming their not, he has even more questions.
- With that being said, he finds you quite interesting and your situation rather entertaining. Just because of how unique it is and yeah, he may be retired, but one can't simply retire from a hero so he lets you know that he's gonna help you get home!
- It's an awkward development for sure. He's trying to get know you and you're trying to wrap your head around this new world and that your newest friend is the fabled Monkey King who fought the Buddha.
- He does introduce you to MK and the Team, who you get along with great but you do end up kinda preferring Wukong's presence over theirs. You weren't really sure why, maybe it was just because the way he spoke was so reassuring and calming that it gave you hope that you'd get back to your home with his help. Not to mention that once you get over the fact he's a monkey, you start to love it about him.
- Especially when you're just hanging out next to him one day and he stretches before laying his head on your lap and you giggle but kinda start petting him, he looks a bit taken aback by the contact that you almost stop but then he gives you a big grin and makes it clear he enjoys it.
- You guys just sorta melt into a relationship, it wasn't just a sudden realization that he liked you, he just kinda noticed that he liked you more and more and when you asked him out, he was happy to accept your feelings.
- You know what is a sudden realization to him, though? The fact that you might have to go at some point. Everytime you longingly stare out at the distance thinking of your family, everytime you try to tell him a funny story of your friends only to trail off because you remember that they're not with you anymore is a reminder that he made a promise to bring you home.
- And he still will, don't ever think that his goal has changed. But then he starts getting interested in your world. Asking you questions about what it's like, how you think your friends and family might react to him, etc, etc. and when you ask him why he's so interested, he just casually states he might be considering going back with you.
- Is it a scary idea? Yes but fear has never dettered the Monkey King before and its certainly not going to now. Especially not because he loves you and its been a long time since he felt this way and he doesn't want to give it up. So definetly expect him to kinda put a bit more pressure on MK because if he is gonna leave with you, he would like to leave knowing his own world isn't gonna fall victim to like demons and stuff.
Liu Er Mihou:
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- Macaque, my beloved. Right off the bat he isn't gonna have the purest intentions like MK and Sun Wukong when he first meets you and learns of your plight. He offers his help but only with the intention of figuring out what was so powerful enough or so special about you that you got snatched from your world and into his.
- He's perfectly okay with deceiving people, that's just fact, and he doesn't mind playing up the "misunderstood hero" part for you to get him to trust you more and causes distrust in other people because, in your mind, they just don't understand Macaque.
- He doesn't really consider you remarkable but you're...soft. That's really the only way he can describe you at first. He keeps you in his lair all day and when he comes back, naturally you want to talk to him about his day and he obliges and pretends he's interested in yours but definetly has had his shadows monitor you so he already knows.
- But then he comes back injured from a battle with either MK or Monkey King himself and obviously he expected you to care because as far as you're concerned, he's your only way back home. But when you softly take him into your arms to assess his wounds and try your best to patch them up, he starts to realize that maybe your concern is genuine and that you might actually care for him.
- It confuses him and he soon starts noticing other little things you do that make him think you care: from keeping the lair clean, eager to help him with anything he needed and not even just to help you get back home but because you genuinely feel grateful you found someone as "caring" and "nice" as him.
- And when you shyly tell him you have feelings for him, he is a Rollercoaster of emotions. On one hand, he's happy and starts feeling fuzzy. But then he starts to feel guilty when he remembers it was all an act...but now? This...this changes things. He doesn't accept your confession right away and will excuse himself, making you worry you had just embarrassed yourself and ruined your only friendship in this world.
- But then the next day he apologizes to you and says that he'll happily accept your feelings and that your confession made him realize that he also had growing feelings for you.
- And that was actually true, he does genuinely love you, and he comes to realize it more and more. Its been a long time since he had someone who he genuinely trusted and felt loved by. And now he's torn.
- He will look into ways on how to send you home but he's not entirely sure if he'll let you go.
- Yes, he feels incredibly selfish and guilty but at the same time, so many people have left him in the dark and he's so sick of it. Especially when your cuddled up to him and he admires how your body fits so perfectly with his and wondering how he'd ever lived without your warmth, that he realizes he doesn't WANT to let go of that.
- But at the same time, he does genuinely love you and while you're happy with him: you miss your friends and your family and there are days when he comes back to find you crying and it hurts for him to see. He knows you've grown accustomed to this world but that it isn't the same like your old one.
- So yeah, Macaque cares very much and might end up actually finding out if there are ways to getting you back to your world but whether he'll let you is a question not even he knows the answer too.
Spider Queen:
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- No, ya'll don't understand how much I simp for her- She tries to kill you, first of all. But by some lucky miracle, you manage to tell her about what happened and, well, her interest is piqued to say the least.
- She also is curious as to what power source could have transported you to this world but unlike Macaque, she isn't going to decieve you into trusting her.
-Like she literally tried to kill you but also, considering how she is, she doesn't see any reason too. She's the Queen and she commands you stay with them to learn more about your world and figure out how she can exploit the possibility of taking it over.
- You're scared of her? Good. You should be. However don't think she's a cruel hostess, yes she could keep you in a web but at the same time: Where are you supposed to go? Her servants are (quite literally) crawling all over the place and even then, what's to stop other demons from getting their hands on you? Exactly. She's your best bet when it comes to safety.
- When she asks you about weakness of your world, you genuinely don't know how to respond but you also DON'T WANT TO ANGER HER. So you try to answer with the best of your abilities, which soon leads to conversations about other things. Like you talk of a hero named Spiderman but he is not real? And he's played by a person named Tom Holland?
- Typically she doesn't like getting off topic but with you...she allows it. She isn't sure why. Maybe it's the endearing way you seem excited sharing a random fact about your world that seems important to you, maybe its the way you seem so lively and bright compared to her dreary backdrop she lives with everyday, or maybe she just likes hearing your voice.
- You go from hostage to precious human rather quickly. Unless she's out getting vengance or trying to take over regions, she is by your side.
- Definetly radiates that: "Don't you dare ever talk to me or my (Y/n) again." energy and its usually when one of her servants is a bit harsher with you because you're a lowly human but they soon come to regret it because they're getting one hell of a glare from their queen.
- When it comes to confessions, she finds herself tormenting on how to properly court you. She gives you gifts, adorns you with outfits that compliment hers rather well, and let's herself be a bit more...openly fond of you.
- Claims she isn't afraid of rejection but she actually is. She did try to kill you when you two first meet after all and she never expected someone like her to fall for someone like, well, you. But eventually she does fess up her feelings, after all, she is a very beautiful queen so she highly doubts you'll reject her. Please don't reject her.
- AND IT TURNS OUT YOU DO FEEL THE SAME WAY. Not that she's surprised by any means but its nice to know that you also like her as well.
- She doesn't stop with that "taking over your world" stuff but she insists you'll be ruling it beside her as her lover but, um, once she does find you a way home and she and her servants attack it, there are a few things she'd like to do first. Like for example, figure out what a Spiderman is-
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treasureswordsgirl55 · 3 hours ago
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The Hippo Talk
Characters: Steven Grant / Marc Spector / Jake Lockley
(I love this gift with all my life. It's remind me to my beloved Poe 💖)  
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Pairing: Steven Grant x Fem!Reader / Marc Spector x Fem!Reader / Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader
Mentions: Alters. DID 
Warnings ⚠️: No big deal. Mentions of Egypt Battle. Mentions of Avatars and Egyptian Gods. Mentions of the Duat. Fears. Insecurities. Fluff. So fluff. Cute moments. Post!Moon Knight.
Tags: @abluelavalamp @mochacake2016 @dreamingaboutyousworld  
Author's Note: Hello Everyone! Again....
I'm here again with this fic for second time 'cause this doesn't appear in my main blog, so... I'll post again. I tell you if this fic appears twice in the hastags.
I hope you're doing well this time!! Here is so cold and my perfect time to write a few cute things about our Moon boys. 
What do you think about a talk of the desire of being parents about our Moon Boys? 
This is something that I thought the last week, and this is the result. I hope that this fic likes you and thanks so much for all the replies. The comments, the likes, notes or reblogs means a lot. 
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- Hello everyone - Layla's voice reaches me from the living room and Marc moves away from me before she enters the room, but not before removing the remains of my red lipstick from his lips - Can I come in? Or should I give you time to get dressed?
I pull away from Marc laughing as I watch him roll his eyes and walk to the door. As soon as I see the image in front of me, I let out a sigh of satisfaction when I see what she has his little one baby in her arms.
- Oh... But if it's the beautiful Khepri - The little one lets out a gurgle as soon as he sees me and stretches his little arms towards me. I don't hesitate to take it as I walks into the kitchen and Marc smiles as he walks over to Layla and hugs her. After everything that had happened in Egypt, things had become easier and simpler between them. I hear them muttering some things, but I can't help but look away from the little baby with dark curls like her mother and an amber gaze that sees me as if I were a pacifier that wants to bite - you've grown a lot since the last time I saw you .
 - That was two months ago, baby.
I turn with a mocking laugh at Marc, who moves and the second I hear Layla burst out laughing at Steven's effusiveness, who seems about to smother her with his arms.
 - I missed you so much, Layla. How is Cameron? - The genuine interest in Steven's words, or perhaps the particular tone of his voice draws Khepri's attention, and he makes a sweet little noise as he teases my hair and leans in to see where the voice calling his attention.
I turn around just to see what Steven is telling Layla about our living together and his personal living with Jake and Marc.
 - Do you want to get Uncle Steven's attention?
The little boy answers me with a sound like laughter and stretches out one of his little arms as if he could reach for Steven
 - Layla, Khepri says to stop hogging the attention of his uncle.
 They both turn to me and I see Steven's cheeks turn a tomato-like red.
I had never seen him like this, blushing at the attention of a child. He looks so adorable more when he focuses on Khepri and he lets out a laugh that makes Steven's eyes soften and for a flash of my mind, I imagine a little boy with Steven's curls in my arms, and that look full of curiosity and interest in the world.
 Shit. This is not a good thing.
 - Don't you want to be with me a little bit more longer? - I hear the footsteps behind me, and barely feel Steven's hands on my waist, I lean against his chest while Khepri reaches to take a handful of Steven's curls in his little hand and pull them causing Steven to let out a laugh that makes the boy burst out laughing - Do you want to go with Uncle Steven? You are treacherous as your mother.
Layla bursts out laughing as I move enough for Steven to take Khepri into his arms, but as soon as I see the little boy start laughing, I turn to see Steven wearing the Mr. Knight suit.
I hold back for a moment the cry of fright that fights to come out of my lips and I shake my head while his mask disappears and he takes the little boy out of my arms, who enjoys the softness of his suit running his little hands through the lapels of it .
Steven seems so intent on watching Khepri play with his tie that he barely even notices I'm looking at him. He seems so comfortable with it that I can't help but think about having a child with him, with Marc, and with Jake.
It would be a bad idea? I think as I watch him play with the little one and exchange a look with Layla, who smiles, reading my thoughts and comes over to give me a light handshake.
Or maybe a girl. I can already imagine three overprotective dads to the moon and back.
I giggle as I let my hand move unconsciously towards my belly and that movement catches Steven's attention and he air kisses me as he turns his attention back to the boy as I drop my arms to my sides as if they had no life of their own. 
 "Tell me that you are thinking the same as me, that the idea of ​​the child in our arms feels too good for me." (Marc)
 - Hmm?
 "You know what I'm talking about, Steven" (Marc)
Layla says something about the new investigations in Cairo, and Steven hands the little boy back to me, who stares at me intently as I listen to his mother complain about the extra work she has to do for Tawered.
 - How do he take it? - I ask about her temporary work as an avatar of an Egyptian god - It's not something easy to assimilate.
 - Who? Cameron or Khepri?
 - Both - I pinch the little boy's nose, who giggles again and I tickle his tummy - Who is the most beautiful baby on the entire planet?
 "I want us to have a baby with her, Marc" (Steven)
 "Me too, Steven.. Me too" (Marc)
 "She…Will she want to have it?"  (Steven)
 "Don't you see her? She's in love with Mini Layla - Marc growls as Steven rolls his eyes at the thoughts running through his head - She will look beautiful with her swollen belly with our child. And for that, although I love her very much Layla, I want her out of here."
 I see that Steven stays silent for a few minutes staring at me and I don't have to ask to know that maybe he is thinking the same thing as me.  He is still wearing his white suit and lets out a laugh that makes us both turn to look at him.
- And what makes you laugh? - Steven shakes his head as he reaches his gloved hand out to Khepri and he grabs his finger like a magnet - I think he has a soft spot for you.
- I should let Marc out and we'll check it out.
- No - I take the little boy away for a second and they both laugh - The Moon Knight suit will scare him.
- If he isn't scared to see his mother running around with a shrill accent and speaking Egyptian mantras, he won't be scared at all. Less Marc.
- Hey - Steven's accent changes and I know it's Marc, who is still wearing Steven's suit - More psycho than this... - indicates the white suit and approaches the little boy, who looks at him curiously, and after deciding if Marc is worthy of his attention, he stretches out his little arms towards him, who for a second sees him as if he were some kind of jackal that is going to eat him - Do you want to come with me baby?
- You hit the nail on the head, Marc.
Layla walks away for a minute to answer her cell phone, which I don't know when it started ringing, but I approach Marc while the little boy demands his attention. Marc looks at him with a hint of fear at first, but once Khepri takes his hand, he notices that he begins to relax.
 - Marc? Are you okay?
 - Yeah. I've never been better.
 - Are you sure? You look a little…
 - Worried? Concerned? Calm? - He blurts out those words, making his nervousness clear and I giggle as Steven's suit disappears as he is replaced by his regular clothes and little Khepri makes a strange little noise, as if he is confused. We both laugh and when our eyes meet, a shiver runs down my spine. He is afraid. He's terrified at the slightest thought of a child around here.
 - I was going to say scared… 
- Nah, I'm just thinking about something - I know that he's clearly lying to me. He's not a good liar.
- Tell me. I was thinking about something too - I take his hand from him in mine and I feel a particular warmth between us. He feels it too cause he looks at the baby and then, where our hands are united.
I move a little closer and feel one of his arms around my waist while Khepri rests his little head on my neck and I let out a sigh at the boy's gesture.
I feel my heart tighten as I wish for this. I want this scene in our house every day.  Hearing Marc complain about getting up early to bottle feed our little one, or Steven walking quietly so he doesn't try to wake me up to be with our baby. Or Jake looking for the necessary things for our little adventure…
 - It's about Khepri, right?
 - Sorry? - He tenses up and just wants to get away from me, I hold him by his dark blue shirt so that he doesn't run away as if he were a little boy - I don't know what are you talking about…
"Don't be scared Marc. Tell her what you want… I want this baby too and I have the feeling that she wants it too… " (Steven)
  - What about Jake?
"Idiota. Serás idiota. Claro que quiero un niño también. Que estamos esperando, ¿un permiso divino o de Khonshu?" (Idiot. You're a fucking idiot. Of course I want the child too. What are we waiting for, divine permission or Khonshu's?) (Jake)
- I'm thinking about a baby too... - I murmur softly as if that confession were a mortal sin that will kill us all.
 - Really?
- Yeah. I imagined him like you. With your curls and that curious look from Steven or that annoying murmur from Jake. I don't know what I think about this right now, but…
 - Do you want to have a baby?
- Yes, of course. 
- With us?  Are you sure? - Marc takes Khepri's hand and lets out a sigh as soon as the baby starts playing with it - It's a dangerous life for a little creature like him.  Most if one of these parents are an Egyptian god avatar who has many enemies behind his head.
- I know. But I'm sure about one thing… You'll protect us like Layla does with Khepri. You have the power of the God of The Moon, apart from he's an idiot silly bird, you have the best of him. You protect everyone, Marc. And Steven and Jake too.
- Oh fuck, baby. If you want it, we'll give it to you without hesitation.
- No no, I don't want it if you all don't want it too. It's a couple thing - Layla enters in the room and Marc feels something changed because he's on the defensive side and I see Layla's eyes are a little bit shining like before - Marc?
- Hello! Hello! - Khepri start laughing out lou and as soon as I identify the shrill accent that Layla was talking about, I know that Tawered is here - Are you the smart one or the dramatic one?
- Hippo….
- The dramatic one, definitely - Tawered, in Layla's body begins to move around the kitchen and looks around for something until she focuses on me, and sees that I am holding the little boy behind Marc, who is still tense - Hello … Is she right? She was in one of the rooms of your memories.
- Yes yes, it's her. It's nice to see you again - Steven's British accent reaches my ears but as soon as she gets closer, she pushes him away and takes one of my hands, seeking to reassure me while she makes faces at the little boy - She's my girl, well, our girl.
- Don't be afraid, please. Let me introduce myself I am Tawered goddess of women, children, fertility and births. I also tend to play the role of Anubis when she's not in the Duat. They know, I accompanied Marc on his way… - I nod as she takes Khepri from my arms and lets go of my hand before, with a very slow and controlled movement, she takes Steven's hand and very gently supports it on the base of my stomach, causing a shiver to run through both of us - I know you want this, I know you're afraid, plus you three - She turns to Steven who is a little blushed - especially the dramatic one, but... let me tell you something about this: you will be amazing parents when you decide. I can see it…. The Duat not only allows me to see what has happened but what will happen as well.
  - Can you….?
  - Don't be afraid, Marc. You won't be like your father - I feel Steven take a deep breath and nod his head - And you, Steven are incredible with children.  It will be very easy for you and Jake… well, he will need patience, but they will be incredible parents for your little girl.
  - A baby girl?
  - The first of three - She murmurs with complicitly and I see that Steven smiles but he is a little paler than usual.
We both let out a laugh as I feel tears falling down my cheeks.
"It couldn't be less, of course" (Marc)
"Eran tres o nada, Spector. Debían ser tres. Tenemos que tener la oportunidad de ser padres cada uno" (It was three or nothing, Spector. It had to be three. We have to have the opportunity to be parents each one) (Jake)
Steven starts laughing and I look at him in surprise. He is blushing too much and it looks like he is going to choke from laughing so much.
- Steven?
- I'm sorry, I'll just say that Marc and Jake are glad there are three of them. So everyone has their chance.
I shake my head as Khepri touches her mother's face and heaves a sigh to which Tawered slumps her shoulders.
- That sigh is a sign that the little boy wants his mother back - She lets us both go and Steven takes my hand and brings it to his lips to leave a kiss on my wrist - It was such an honor to see you again Steven and to meet you, darling. I repeat to both of us, when you decide, my blessing is already yours and his little girl is waiting for you.
We both nod and as soon as Layla comes to, she holds Khepri tighter and we both giggle.
- She was here, right? - Steven nods as he hands her a glass of water and she lets out a curse - What did she tell you?  Something serious?
- No, only that we have the blessing to be parents.
Layla lets out a startled squeal and I see her eyes fill with tears.
- You will be amazing parents, that's for sure - She doubt for a second and let out a sigh - I know Marc… will be very scared as hell, but he will do it amazing. I hope that by the time I come back to visit again, there's already a little Steven or Marc or Jake running around here.
- A baby girl. That's Tawered said… 
Layla shake her head and centre her attention to Khepri. 
- Oh... Better than ever. Another empowered woman in the world. Just, when happened, tell me, please. 
- You'll be the first to know, and I think not by us, for Tawered sure. 
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twordishfics · 2 days ago
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'ello! ive been experiencing loss of motivation to make fics and was wondering if i could send in a prompt for a ficlet
lee!quackity and ler!sapnap & karl, and if u can't do two lers then you can choose sapnap or karl :D
& maybe the prompt can beeee
quackity & karl and/or sapnap r watching a movie together and quackity starts falling asleep in the middle of the movie, but karl and/or sapnap want him to watch the rest of the movie before he falls asleep so they tickle him to get him to stay awake
thnx!! <3
-slime
the lil fiancé trio I love them sm 💞
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It was a quiet night for Sapnap, Quackity and Karl. They had been filming content all day, doing a stream train before deciding to end the night with a movie. They didn’t know what to watch at first, but eventually they had settled on a comedy, just to end the night on a fun note. Sapnap had been flicking through netflix until he landed on ‘Scott Pilgrim VS The World’ - it was one he and Karl had already seen, but when they heard Quackity hadn’t, they were quick to put it on.
“Seriously, Q, this movie is so good.” Sapnap smiled as he settled into the couch, pulling a blanket up over the two of them that Karl had brought over and dropped into his lap, followed by a few pillows.
“I’ve heard good things about it, I just haven’t had the chance to see it.” Quackity nodded as he turned to Sapnap slightly, sitting back and melting into the couch as Karl sat down on the opposite side of him. Quackity grabbed a handful of blankets and draped it over Karl as well.
“It’s SO good. There’s just so much shit that happens out of nowhere, the first time I saw it I swore I was dreaming.” Quackity heard Karl chuckling next to him as Karl grabbed a remote from next to him, hitting a button and dimming the lights as the movie started.
Sapnap and Karl were right - it WAS good. It seemed like it was a normal movie, until there were all of these comic mechanics, songs, and fight scenes. He laughed along with the boys that sat pressed against either side of him, smiling as they would make little comments here and there. But being in the middle of a huge cuddle pile, covered in blankets with dim lighting didn’t help the already tired Quackity from keeping his eyes open; if anything, it only assisted in lulling him into a light sleep. It wasn’t until he was almost completely out that he felt a jab into his ribs, causing his eyes to fly open as he jerked away from the offending hand and into the body next to him.
“What the hell?!” Quackity started, staring at Karl the curly haired boy giggled at him, a smirk growing on his face as he held his hands up, wiggling his two pointer fingers at Quackity. He was about to continue yelling at Karl when he felt Sapnap latch onto his ribs, squeezing a few times and causing Quackity to fling himself into Karl’s waiting hands. “Guys stoOHOP!”
“You brought this on yourself! You need to watch the movie, and it seemed like you needed a little help to stay awake!” he somehow heard Sapnap giggling through his own chaotic laughter, trying and failing to grab the hands digging into his ribs.
“O-OKAY I’M AWAHAHAKE! Guys plEHEHEASE STOP!”
“Sapnap, do you think he’s awake enough? He kind of looks tired to me still.” Karl continued prodding up and down his ribs, sliding his hands under Quackity’s arm briefly and poking while giggling at the sudden screech that left the smaller boy.
“NO KARL PLEHEASE NO!”
“Hmmm….I dunno Karl, he does look tired, I agree. I think with a bit more help, he’ll be ready to watch the movie again!” Sapnap chuckled, leaning forward as he put his hand under the blanket to squeeze at Quackity’s thigh, making his legs kick out as his laughter jumped an octave.
By the time Karl and Sapnap decided Quackity was away enough to watch the movie, the credits were rolling. This apparently only fueled the fire as Quackity felt the hands return to his ribs, squeezing and digging in as he was told this was punishment for making them miss the movie.
Quackity decided from that point on that he would never agree to a movie night with the two of them ever again.
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I hope this was okay! This was adorable to write 🥺💞
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lacallemojada · 2 months ago
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You cramming for a pop quiz? Uh, brushing up on protocols just in case. Just in case Chief Ross suddenly asks you about... "universal precautions which shall be observed to prevent contact with blood and other bodily fluids"?
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ravenekrops · a month ago
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mmmmm brain cogs are movinggg
Raz being invited (more like begged mmhm) to stay at this secret facility that investigates the supernatural. he fully distrusts these guys but Eva ends up convincing him to give them a chance, after all, scientists are just trying to understand them monsters better! it's for the greater good! he was being offered the chance of being the catalyst to humanity's open acceptance for supernatural beings, after all. and also they offer him shelter, a warm bed, three daily meals, hot showers and all the snacks he wants, basically a frickin 4* hotel for as long as the tests take place
he ends up agreeing albeing certaingly grumpy about it. the first days go smooth af, he even starts liking it there, the people are nice and the tests are not too invasive. they do medical exams: they test his physical strenght, his transformation control... but also they ask him about his background, the places he grew in, who took care of him, his life experience... the scientists are happy because Raz is the first werewolf that has agreed to aid them in their studies. but Raz wonders... how did they get their previous data on werewolves... if he's the first "willing subject" they have had? hm... he has a bad feeling about this.
he overhears a conversation. a certain careless scientist runs their tongue. turns out yes, they've studied previous subjects, it just wasn't... exactly consensual. their methods were less humane, capturing people as if they were animals and running tests on them with zero work ethic. they were especially unlucky with their last subject, a big old lone dog who travelled with a pup... but the pup escaped their grasp while they were abducting the adult individual. this subject was unusually strong and wise, never trusted any of the scientist and was extremely uncooperative, causing many injuries to the science team that was in charge of him. eventually he had to be put down for the safety of the crew.
all these years, Raz had thought that back then, his dad had been killed by hunters in those mountains. he never knew what really happened... until now.
they were the reason he was dead.
he completely wrecked the place. left many wounded and many more dead. he escaped and ran away. he was lucky they hadn't microchipped him yet. but he was so fucked now. the facility notified the government of his escape and had crossed him as a dangerous individual, giving the search units permission to shoot him on sight.
aside from their personal vendetta against him, this incident was the final straw that broke the humans' hopes of any peaceful coexistence with monsterkind as they decided to take arms against them. during the following months, special units were trained and deployed all around the country, tasked with the mission of eliminating any monster they could find.
Raz had to return to his half-wild nomad lifestyle, moving between small settlements while trying to not bring too much attention to himself, knowing that he had to be careful because now he was the prey. he moves around, searching for other monsters with the purpose of warning them about his experience and the humans' violent intentions, helping them hide and protect themselves against future human attacks. he spends years doing this, meeting and helping many kinds of monsters, never staying in one place, always on the go. he finds many werewolf packs in his travels, but he never stays for long in any of them despite how inviting the warmth and protection of a family might sound... he needs to keep moving onto the next person he can help. he could never settle down, after all. roaming is all he's ever known.
one day he has an encounter with a painfully familiar face. in a pub, he's recognised by one of the scientists that had taken care of him during his stay at the lab. she panicks badly, signaling her partner to leave the building as fast as they can. while her partner is still busy inside, she gets out and quickly tries to walk away to their car, but she has already been spotted.
Raz stands behind her. says her name out loud, and she freezes in her tracks. she feels his predator eyes locked in her neck as she slowly turns around to face him. he starts walking towards her. "i thought i'd never see the likes of you again...". suddenly, the pub's door bursts open and her partner runs towards them, pulls out a gun at Raz's back and loudly orders him to stop moving. Raz turns at him with an untrusty look. of course, they have bodyguards now. he states out loud he just wants to talk to her, nothing else. the guy doesn't flinch, reiterating his very eager intention to shoot him if he doesn't leave them alone that instant. the scientist, who had been paralized in the background during their exchange, shakily asks her partner to lower the weapon. he scoffs at her, are you crazy? he's dangerous, he could kill us both! Raz loses his patience at this statement. "if i wanted you dead, you'd BE dead by now." he growls at him. bah, humans: always the first to jump to violence. seeing how the tension between them was rising by the second, she insists more firmly to his partner to drop the gun. she fully believes the situation can be resolved without any of the parties getting hurt. after a few seconds of hesitation, the gun stops being aimed at Raz's chest, which makes his posture just a tiny bit more relaxed. he truly just wants to talk to her, after all, and so he turns back at her with a judgemental expression on his face.
he inquires if they had been following him. she dismisses his statement with a nervous laugh, no they absolutely hadn't! they're just doing a bit of field work that's all! they didn't even know he was around, she promises! Raz's eyes scan her face, and she adverts her sight while fidgeting with her hands. what she said was true (if they had known he was there, they would've sent a different team for sure), but she didn't have it in her to tell him the complete nature of their mission. after all, they two had been tasked with studying the werewolf pack that was located in the area, gathering info on them to prepare the special units tasked with their capture/neutralization. she smiled at Raz, trying to reassure her statement, waiting for his response. he stood silent, weighting the worth of her words in his mind. he finally decided that he would believe them... for now. to her partner's alarm, Raz stepped closer to the scientist and locked eyes with her. he very seriously said that if he saw they had any kind of hostile intentions towards any monster in that area, he would not hesitate to step in. she swallows, and quietly nods. Raz turns his head towards the other guy and says out loud that they will be watched, so they better choose their actions wisely while they're around. the man grits his teeth, but begrudgingly nods towards him. after giving them a last warning glare, Raz turns around and walks past the scientist, disappearing from their sight.
#about OCs#Raz#now for a round of tag trivia:#her name is Samantha#since the lab incident Raz hesitates to contact Eva in any way fearing that the government may be watching her to find out his location#he deeply misses her company. her wise words. her voice. but mostly her emotional support.#she was a key element in his life during his early adulthood. often staying at her house during full moons#she was with him during his most difficult days. she's the second closest thing he's ever had to true family as he considers her his sister#and he misses her. so badly.#Raz has met several kinds of monsters. vampires of all ages. dopplegangers. lamias. several species of werebeasts#he does his best to explain the situation to them and helps them find others like them so they can stay together and be more safe#he can't convince them all but he doesn't give up. he needs to spread the message as far as he can go#at this point of his life he is able to maintain control during his full transformations. it drastically improves his survival skills#he balances between human and beast form equally and expertly. only needing to hide away from everyone during full moons#werewolfs commonly refer to themselves as dogs#there is a special kind of werewolf that can perfectly transform into actual wolves instead of a beast form#they're kind of like the elitist snobs or werewolfkind. very proud of their pure connection to nature#most werebeasts are human × mammal but it is possible to find the rare werelizard or werefish around. werebird species usually can't fly#i am making these facts up as i go. gotta say it's a great worldbuilding exercise#just a bit inconvenient that it is almost 6am#fine. i guess i'll at least *try* to sleep a bit. jeez.#i'm queuing this post for the late morning
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thatsrightzoeyeyye · a year ago
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i finish my final season for barely 30 minutes and then out of nowhere it's 2 hours later and ive stolen my old piano teacher who is now technically only coming for my brother. i have 3 new sheets downloaded and 4 old pieces revisited with nostalgia
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floralflowerpower · 5 months ago
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I really wish we got more post reveal stories.
I mean just imagine the DRAMA of it all.
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Mr Lancer: as you all can see this is a fine example of the existential crisis Poe was emerged in as the years marched closer to his death.... *pauses because he notices Danny isn't paying attention* Daniel you'll need to be able to explain what an existential crisis is for the test. Internal strife was driving force for many of the writers during this Era.
Danny: my existence walks a thin tightrope between life and Death. How the heck do you think I dont know what a existential crisis is? I have them almost monthly???
Mr Lancer: I....we really need to find a new school guidance counselor.
Danny: *eyes wide* no we absolutely do not
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*Sam, Tucker, and Danny crowed around Mr. Lancers desk*
Tucker: Danny's brain is being stupid so he can only talk in ghost speak till it fixes itself.
Danny: *spouts gibberish, clearly annoyed that tucker called him stupid*
Mr Lancer: *raises eye brows* I will give you points for creativity Mr. Fenton but Participation is still part of your grade. You can't get out of it that easily.
Danny: *spouting worried giberish, trying and failing to defend himself.*
Sam: Mr. Lancer he's not faking this to get out of class.
Mr. Lancer: then why hasn't he done this in class before now? You can't just use your abilities to get out of work now that everyone knows Mr. Fenton.
Tucker: you haven't seen it before because Danny would skip class out of fear!!
Mr Lancer: *blinks in surprise, mouth opening and closing like a fish as his brain processes the new information* I am sorry Danny I didn't realize...that makes sense....Ill make sure to accommodate you better from now on.
Danny: *smiles softly and says what must of been the ghost speak equivalent of a sincere thank you*
Mr. Lancer: Though I will say this is an odd thing to happen. Is it frequent?
Sam: not as much as it used to be. We think Dannys brain has a hard time masking as just either a ghost or a human sometimes. so it just jumbles the two things together and he gets stuck with a random ghost attribute.
Tucker: yeah its why he wears shades for his "migraines " sometimes. Those were to hide his scary eyes when he couldn't get them to go back to normal.
Mr. Lancer: Scary ey- *Danny flashes his eyes and startles Mr. Lancer so bad that he falls out of his desk chair.*
Danny: *shouts in gibberish and quickly floats over the desk to offer to help his teacher up off the ground*
Mr. Lancer: *hesitently takes the hand of his very human looking but still floating student and pulls himself up* this is going to take getting used to.
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Mr. Lancer: *looks up from the glowing document he was just handed* I dont think this counts as a permission slip.
Observant: Thats because its not, its...i suppose the best human word would be a subpoena.
Mr. Lancer: WAIT, WHAT?? *Leans to the side so he can make eye contact with Danny who's currently looking like he wants to be anywhere but here* Mr. Fenton why are you being summoned by some type of ghostly court of law?????
Observant: *cutting Danny off before he can say anything* because as current king he is judge, jury, and even executioner if he so sees fit. We can not continue without him there.
Everyone in the classroom: KING??????!!!?!!??
Wes: y'all are really gonna skip over the executioner bit there?
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Danny: I am really sorry but this festival only happens once a cycle and I really need to be there.
Mr. Lancer: absolutely not. You need to present your presentation on your cultural roots that Day.
Danny: wait so let me get this straight. Your going to make me miss something that is significantly important in my culture to talk about culture.
Mr lancer: Your culture? Daniel your not a ghost.
Danny: *shocked* not a ghost..... *changes into phantom and starts floating.* didn't realize humans could fly now.
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Like there's so much you can do, and I really wish more people wrote it.
Also I may one shot all of these at some point 😅💖
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in-superbloom · 12 months ago
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roseheartsed · 3 months ago
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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄... (OCTAVINELLE)
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✼ SUMMARY: being in love with the members of octavinelle includes antics as such.
✼ PAIRING: octavinelle x reader. (you/yours pronouns used!)
✼ GENRE: fluff, slightest bits of crack, and one teeny tiny little drop of angst (in azul's part).
✼ KEYWORDS: words in bold are emphasized traits and words in italics are emphasized words.
✼ QUICK WARNINGS: none.
✼ A/N: it is finally here! 🎺 writing azul's part left me drowing in my feels but then i moved on to the twins, and the tears suddenly turned to wheezes (/lh). nevertheless, i hope that all of you will enjoy this one like the rest ♡ feel free to let me know what you think! — bree ☆
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𝙰𝚉𝚄𝙻 𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙴𝙽𝙶𝚁𝙾𝚃��𝙾. staring at you from afar and 'gracefully' letting out a fit of coughs when you notice him. calling azul pretty and him letting out a resigned sigh because he thinks you're teasing him (you're not). kissing the mole under azul's lips and watching him malfunction stutter flusteredly. listening to his spirited rambles about the progress of the lounge's profits (he even brought out a whole chart once, he reminds you of a giddy child bringing back their report card). keeping a framed picture of you on his desk so he can admire it when he misses your presence. helping azul out at the mostro lounge and staying after closing time to spend time with him. being in a state of self denial because it still seems surreal to azul that you chose him of all people. whispering a quiet 'i love you' when he thinks you can't hear him.
𝙹𝙰𝙳𝙴 𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙲𝙷. admiring the subtle yet firm spark in jade's eyes as he talks about his interests (mountains and mushrooms mostly, but jade still looks charming doing it so yolo!). telling you about the gossips he keeps overhearing in the cafeteria and how he finds them amusing. having a terrarium specifically arranged by jade for you + fawning over jade's collection of terrariums together with him when you have nothing to do. being the taste-tester for his mushrooms recipes and him just eagerly waiting for your review (he literally just stands there expectantly as you take a spoonful!). seeing the way jade relaxes around you and his 'menacingly polite' persona becoming less restrained and more expressive around you (which apparently includes daily weird fun facts time with jade, seeing him show visible frustration, and also him making fun of azul behind said man's back).
𝙵𝙻𝙾𝚈𝙳 𝙻𝙴𝙴𝙲𝙷. being tugged around on spontaneous adventures with him (they might be abrupt but where floyd goes, mischief is bound to follow!). shamelessly giving you backhugs no matter where or when (+ special neck snuggles). kissing the bruises on floyd's hands when he accidentally hurts himself from his club activities or daily antics. bringing back little things that remind him of you (it could be one of the roses from heartslabyul's garden, a piece of paper with a heart drawn on it, or even a random seashell he found on the ground). barging in to interrupt with an angry pout when others get a little too close to you. floyd swinging your intertwined hands back and forth with a giggle when the two of you walk beside each other.
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© 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐝, february 2022. do not repost, plagiarize nor translate without permission, thank you.
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wandasmistress · a month ago
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Synopsis- The yearly Halloween party is taking place and Wanda made the perfect outfits for you both, but will Natasha and Tony’s ramblings get in the way of you two? 
Pairings- Bottom!Wanda Maximoff x Top!Reader
Warnings- 18+ Content, and Drinking
Word Count- 6.9k
A/N- Been dyin to write this, it’s been in my ideas pile staring at me for the longest😩
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It was October 31st, Halloween, at college. This was the day everyone could dress up in the most revealing skin-tight costumes, showing as much skin as possible while crowded together in a humid compact room that reeked of alcohol and hormones.
The frat house you were currently walking to in the depth of the night was booming, the loud pop music blasted down the street, and you could feel the vibrations on the very sidewalk you walked. Police did not come because the block was filled with students who are currently attending the biggest party of the year, and other residents were too afraid of petty college students t-ping their house or worse if they sent a complaint.
You were walking to the entrance of the sonorous house hand in hand with Wanda, she was about to combust on the spot from all the exhilaration she was feeling. The only reason she even wanted to go to this party was to show off the costume she had thoughtfully planned for you both. She was a homebody, she told you that she would rather spend the night snuggled up in the covers with you while binge-watching all the Halloween Town movies with a bucket of candy between you both. But because of her newly brought on matching costume idea and your constant grumbling about going to the ‘biggest function of the decade’ and ‘everyone is going, I can't miss out’ that's why you were currently walking deeper into the deafening commotion.
She clung to your right arm as you walked forward, you looked to your side with a wide smile on your face, admiring her beauty. You were lucky to be with Wanda and extremely fortunate to have her feelings be reciprocated, to have her be in love with you too. She had an enormous smile plastered on her face, all teeth showing as her cheeks were rosy from the cold wind blowing on her face. It's like she could sense you staring because in the next moment she looked up into your eyes with such adoration, her jade green eyes glowing in the moonlight as the edges of her eyes creased from her smile.
“If you see something you like don't be afraid to make a move Y/n.” She told you as a smirk settled on her face.
“Then I would have to take you right here, right now, in this heavily polluted front yard.” You joke turning around to look at your surroundings, red plastic cups scattered on the lawn and various pieces of clothing items.
She giggled against your front, slapping your chest as she shook her head in laughter.
“Why did we even come here in the first place?” She questions you with a raised eyebrow after she stops laughing, staring deep into your eyes.
You stepped back in a quick motion as you stuck your hands out and wiggled your fingers, with wide eyes and a goofy face, “Because of these god awful costumes!”
She knows that you are only joking but she can't help but wonder if that's how you truly feel, she shifts on her feet feeling regretful while you stood shaking your hands.
“I thought you said that you liked them… that they looked good.”
“Well-,” You tell her, advancing on her and placing your fingers on her clothed waist, “you look absolutely stunning tonight, dear. But I- I look like I got pulled right out of the 60s infomercial.” You conclude by gripping her waist tighter and reeling her into you.
She bit her lip to hold her laugh then released a huff of breath, “That means I did well.” She tells you bringing your faces closer, her nose brushing against yours for a brief second. You tilt your head to form a splendid sealed kiss with the dark-haired beauty before you. 
Her fierce lips feel perfect against yours, they mold together so flawlessly like they were made just for each other. She tasted like strawberries and cream, a divine blend, making you release a low moan into her mouth which granted her access to your calling tongue which has been silently awaiting her entrance into your mouth. 
Being this close to Wanda drowns out the boisterous noise surrounding you both. But you guys are in your own world for as long as you are in each other hold.
A loud yell from behind you brings you out of your trance, you look over to see what caused the noise and you find an already drunk Sam waving a beer bottle in the air as he stumbles in his spot on the porch. From taking one glance at him you can tell he is dressed up as a 90s fighter pilot, he always raved on about his grandpa was in the triple nickles and how he wanted to get his pilot's license so he could soar above the clouds.
“Would you love birds stop kissing for one goddamn second, you're making all the lonely people jealous over here!” He slurred in a shout as he held onto the porch rail for support.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” You waved him off as you turned around to face Wanda.
Her lips were plump and red from being sucked on in previous moments, a smug grin growing on your face as you thought of all the things you wish you could do to her at the moment, its like she caught onto your thought because a knowing smirk crept up her precious face a few seconds later. You lowered your head to meet her face once again and gave her multiple sloppy kisses around the corner of her mouth and cheek. She basked in your warmth for a few seconds until you gently shoved her away causing her to let out a yelp.
Before she could comprehend what happened a beer bottle came whizzing past both of your heads, you turned back around to Sam in shock. She didn't know how your instincts were that good but she wasn’t complaining. You were a little angry knowing if that bottle hit either of you this night would be ruined, but he was drunk so you let it slide this one time. But you weren't gonna let him off the hook that easy.
“What the fuck Sam?” 
“I told you to knock it off, save that for the bedroom ladies. Although Tony might love to-” 
He was cut off by Wanda clapping her hands to shut him up quickly before he said another word to trigger you both.
Before Wanda could scold him he scurried back inside the house raising his hands in defeat as he snickered to himself, being the only one to find his drunk ramblings hilarious.
You rolled your eyes and looked at Wanda with a sorry expression. She didn't know why you were trying to convey an apology because she knew it wasn't your fault for your friend's drunk nonsense but you couldn't help it.
She took your hand in hers and shook off the past interaction with Sam as she marched over to the stairs, dragging you along with her until she was at the entrance of the door, the door is wide open and all it took was for Wanda to pull you past the threshold for the noise to really take a toll on your ears. You raised your eyebrows in surprise and turned to see Wanda’s miserable face, she was dreading this environment so much that you were quick to rub her arms with your cool hands, hoping to reel her back in.
“It's gonna be okay. We’ll stay here for a while and then we can leave and go do whatever you want after this, okay?” You asked her looking into her hesitant eyes.
“Fine, I hope you know I’m only doing this for you.” A small blush crept up your cheeks at her comment.
“I wouldn't have it any other way.” You replied to her comment giving her a quick wink as you looked on into the crowd.
Unexpectedly you heard collective laughter coming from the left of you both, you whipped your head around to find your group of friends doubling back in laughter. 
Your hands dropped down to your sides as Nat, Tony, and Steve walked over to you and Wanda, passing through the thick crowd of student bodies.
“Look at you! Finally decided to make it, huh?” Slurred Tony as he came up in your personal space, his breath wreaking of tequila and vodka. You tried not to heave as you scrunched your face up in disgust.
“We weren’t late, you just drank too much and lost the concept of time in five minutes.” You shot back feeling slightly annoyed, you felt Wanda’s hand rub your back as she hoped to ease some of your tension.
Before Tony could utter another word a loud obnoxious laugh came from Natasha, you rolled your eyes and put your hands to your face knowing exactly what was coming next.
“What the absolute fuck are you wearing Y/n?” She near hollered as she stumbled into Steve's side with the force of her laugh.
“Shut up please-” You groan as you kept your face in your hands, slightly embarrassed.
“Jesus Christ! Did you steal clothes from Steve’s closet or what?” Tony joked as he let out a chuckle, Natasha’s eyes winced closed from her laughter as she slapped Tony on the back and held onto Steve’s arm for support.
What you failed to notice was Wanda’s disheartened gaze as she watched in on the interaction happening, feeling discouraged that she made a fool out of herself and you with these costumes.
“Watch it, Tony, you're lucky I don't swing on drunk people,” Steve warned Tony as he stared daggers into the back of his head.
Tony and Natasha burst out in another ensemble of laughter at Steve’s pretend seriousness. They both knew he was bluffing because he wouldn't hurt a fly if his life depended on it.
“It was Wanda’s idea,” You told them as a final resort, “She wanted to dress up as Laura Petrie and I agreed to dress up as Rob Petrie.” You mumbled the last line quietly, but enough for everyone to hear over the music.
“Who the hell is that?” Natasha cried out in a fit of giggles that were consuming her.
“From the- the Dick Van Dyke show,” You said a bit more confidently starting to get pissed off at your friend's reaction to your well-designed costume.
Wanda rolled her eyes at Nat’s behavior, she started to feel self-conscious about the costumes and her hand left your back as her arms wrapped around the front of her torso as a nervous reaction.
You stopped paying attention to your friends when you felt Wanda’s hand leave your body. You turned around to see her looking down at the floor embarrassed, and that was the last straw for you. She was so excited to put together these outfits taking hours out of her busy school week to make sure she had the exact measurements for you both and then put them together by hand. And you could admit you were being a shameful girlfriend by not sticking up for her and letting them rain on her parade.
You whipped your head back around to catch Tony and Nat whispering and laughing at what the other said. Subtle anger grew in you and you snapped.
“Shut the fuck up!” You yelled, no one in the crowd turned over to see the commotion because of the alcohol, blaring music, and possibly dimension altering drugs, “She worked hard on these outfits and I won't let you trash them for shits and giggles.” 
Natasha and Tony quickly stopped laughing from your sudden outburst and kept quiet till you were done with your rant, looking at you like deer caught in headlights.
“These costumes were creative and she’s by far the most lovely looking woman in this whole place. Nat, you came in a black cat leather costume, how original, wonder where you got that idea from. And you Tony, the terminator costume, you look like the least intimidating person in the room right now.” You scolded them as you started to run out of breath from your rant and how hot you felt, “God! Why is it so fucking muggy in here.” You ended airing yourself off.
You know you shut Natasha and Tony up for good because they mumbled a few incoherent words and wandered off towards the crowd, scratching their necks and glancing down at their outfits every few seconds.
Your steady breath started to come back to you after they left and you closed your eyes in brief relaxation before you turned around, hoping to apologize to Wanda. But she was gone, it’s like she disappeared, one second she was by your side and the next she missing. Your heart stopped for a second as worry overtook you, the need to find her and apologize for being such a dick prevalent. You ran your fingers through your hair, messing up the gelled style Wanda applied to it earlier trying to best replicate Rob Petrie’s look. You can still remember her face, she was so thrilled when you accepted her costume idea and she was even more cheerful handing you the overly loose suit, ushering you into the bathroom to get changed. She was even happier to see you in the suit, sitting you down to make your hair just right for the look, sitting in your lap as she bit her lip in deep concentration.
You tried to salvage the last of your gelled hair as you run your hand smoothly over the side of your hair, you closed your eyes shaking your head thinking how you managed to fuck up so badly not feeling as excited to have come to the party now.
“I actually like it,” Steve said assessing your costume, you stood awkwardly under his gaze as his finger came to his chin and his eyebrows raised in thought.
“Of course, you would Steve, no offense.” You added softy as you looked down at the floor playing with your finger, wishing you were anywhere but this stupid party right now.
Steve wrapped his arm around your shoulders as he walked with you in a different direction, “Look I don't know where she went, but, I know if she heard that brilliant speech you gave she would be making out with you right now. Tongue down your throat, hands all over your-” You stopped him quickly as you pulled a grimace and waved your free hand in the air ushering him to stop speaking. You knew he was trying to help but he was just making it much worse, you craved the touch of Wanda, her smell, her laugh, her smile, her.
The next thing you knew you arrived in front of a large white table, filled with drinks of all sizes. Whiskey, vodka, tequila, rum, gin, and cold beer stacked in an overflowing cooler of ice. You thought to yourself that drinking something would ease off the stress of the night. 
Steve was like the red devil on your left shoulder, how fitting, because that was his exact outfit, he was a red devil. He was in a dark red suit, no undershirt, you could see his rock-hard abs peeking out the top and pushing through the fabric.
“One drink wouldn't be so bad. Here, I’ll drink one with you.” He said pushing a cold bottle of beer into your warm hands, the coolness relaxing you just a little. 
You nodded as you looked at him on your side, his smile making you let out a low chuckle at his enthusiasm. Parties weren't just about drinking and dancing all the time, you looked around the kitchen to see multiple people with their heads down as they were passed out and mountains of empty liquor bottles making your stomach clench. You took back your words about parties not just being about drinking booze and dancing.
“Yeah, one drink wouldn't hurt.” You told Steve with a fake smile, his face lighting up as he shimmied in his spot doing a little shake as he ‘raised the roof’ with his hands causing you to laugh at his antics.
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One drink turned into five, and five drinks turned into ten. It's safe to say that you and Steve were drunk right now. But of course, that didn't cross your mind as Steve brought up an idea for a drinking game.
When you finished your last beer bottle with a chug Steve slapped you on the back causing some loose liquor to fall out your mouth. You coughed harshly as you scrunched up your eyebrows and looked at his drunken form. He had a hazy smile on his face as he came closer to you.
“Let’s do shots. One won't hurt right?” He asked already grabbing a full bottle of vodka that rested on the full table of drinks.
You shook your head in protest but your mouth betrayed you, “Why not!” You shouted, the effects of the alcohol not catching up with you yet. 
He started setting up the shots while stumbling in his spot, your drunken laughter filled the room as you saw him fumbling to pour the smooth liquid into the small cups. When he finished he gave you a quick shove and faced your way again. He could see the anticipation dripping down your face, you were both very competitive and loved winning in anything.
“Okay, so whoever finishes all the shots first gets to slap the other person,” He told you with raised eyebrows, bouncing in his spot, Steve drunk was something else, “Deal?”
You didn't even have to think before you agreed with a nod and faced the endless row of shots, a small voice in the back of your head telling you to abort and run away but it was drowned out by all the liquor in your system. 
Steve started a countdown, sticking his arms out to prevent you from starting before he finished, “Three, two… one!” He yelled the last number, his hands flying to the first cup.
You were about to yell at him in opposition to him blocking you but you stopped yourself as you saw he had already downed two shots. You didn't want to get slapped by Steve's big beefy hands, he would most likely slap you ten times harder from being drunk and not having that much control over his strength.
You snatched up two shots and opened your mouth wide, downing two at a time. In no time this technique got you down to four shots quickly. Steve looked over to your line of shots to see you were almost done while he had eight left. He let out a squawk in anger and turned back to finish as many shots as he could before you.
In the end, you won, the thick liquid sending a sting to your throat as it went down too smoothly. When the last shot cup dropped to the floor you let out a loud ‘yes’ and raised your hands in the air, happy you beat Steve.
You looked over to him, he was still on his last drink and the cup fell from his hands as he realized he had lost. He let out a loud groan, slamming the table with his fist in disappointment causing the scattered liquor bottles to shake in their place and cups to fall onto the floor in a heap.
You wasted no time in repositioning him to face you, you licked your lips as you brought your hand back. With a slick grin on your face, you swung your hand down, smacking Steve across the cheek. A loud clap echoed through the kitchen. You brought your hand up covering your mouth in laughter, slapping Steve was a highlight of your night something you definitely would never forget.
After that slap, Steve was feeling vengeful, he wanted to get you back so instead of filling up his cups all the way he would only pour a little in. But he overfilled yours leaving the liquid peaking out the top. You were still basking in your glory from beating Steve and the wandering crowd that had started to accumulate around you both was cheering you on, too busy dancing in your spot to notice Steve’s devious plan unleashing.
Steve slammed the empty bottle of vodka on the table, reeling your attention to him, a wicked smirk plastered on his face. 
“Ready for round two?” He asked sinisterly.
“You know it, Stevie!” You yelled, slapping him on the back as you slightly stumbled from your delayed movements.
Your hands planted palm down on the wobbly table as Steve started the countdown again.
“Three… Two… One!” He shouted slapping the back of your head to deter you, making you jump and lose focus.
The cheering of people got you back on track as you started to down the drinks that seemed endless, you weren't going as fast as you were previously and that brought your spirit down, these damn drinks were never-ending.
Still, on your third shot, you heard the crowd start to roar in mixes of boos and cheers, you looked up to see that Steve had magically finished all his shots. Your face dropped in surprise and that's when you saw Steve's evil smirk, your stomach dropped as you realized what he had done, it was too late to back out now as he gripped your shoulder keeping you in place as he proceeded to slap the living shit out you. Your soul felt like it was about to leave your body and then a burning stinging sensation came from your left cheek.
You were too drunk to notice Wanda in the crowd staring at you intently, she wasn't cheering or booing for the winner and loser. She looked at you with longing wishing you would step out of your immature drinking game with Steve and be with her. Her heart froze when she saw you get slapped thinking how you deserved it just a little. But she wanted so badly to go and rip you from his hold and put ice on your cheek to make you feel better, she was about to until you started uncontrollably laughing from the slap. Her shoulders dropped as she looked away and slowly backed out of the crowd, grabbing a full bottle of raspberry Smirnoff vodka. What was supposed to be a night full of fun, dancing in your arms turned out to be the exact opposite and she couldn't help but be dispirited.
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As the party grew impossibly bigger the deeper the night got you and Steve had managed to gather a larger crowd around you both chanting for you both to keep going but that all turned around when Steve was about to win again and ended up projectile vomiting across the table. People trembled with anger, all the liquor that was now of no use and the vile smell that came. The crowd slowly dispersed back to the party.
You and Steve started in a fit of wild laughter, the alcohol has overtaken both of you severely. Then you felt a smack against the back of your head and you hissed at the feeling bringing your hand to rub the spot. The next thing you saw was Sharon popping into your field of view with a towel and bottle of water. She had a stern look on her face when you met eye contact with you and her features softened when she looked at Steve.
She grabbed his bicep as she redirected him away from the kitchen, away from you. She looked back at you with an annoyed expression and yelled.
“Nice job Y/n, real nice fucking job.” She exclaimed sarcastically as Steve let out a soft groan from his aching stomach, he most likely got alcohol poisoning.
You rolled your eyes and shouted back slurred, “He started it!”
You could hear her sneer as she walked out of the kitchen with Steve, you shrugged your shoulders sauntering out of the kitchen in the opposite direction, hopefully, you could find Wanda and attempt to apologize in your drunken state. Stumbling your way onto the dance floor, you looked around in a haze as you leaned your back against the wall for support. You brought your hand up to your face and ran it down, you were already exhausted and wanted nothing but to go home and call it a night, but first, you had to find Wanda.
It didn't take long to find her, her old-fashioned 60s dress making her stick out like color in a crowd of black and white. She was glistening from the sweat probably from being packed around a bunch of other bodies in a room that wasn't built for this amount of humans.
She held an almost empty vodka bottle in the air, she was drunk, beyond drunk. She was wiggling her hips wildly as she jumped up and down. Your mouth was agape as you looked on. Your heartstrings tugging because you have never seen her like this, you've never seen her drink this much alcohol ever and you couldn't help but feel responsible. You cowered in your spot wishing you could sink into the wall and never be released. The blasting music was beating on your eardrums the more you stared at her. Her hair was bouncing about and you remembered how she bumped her ends so she could look more like Laura Petrie, which made your heart ache more. 
In a room of people, she was the most bewitching, the way her skin shone in the neon lights, the way her dress hugged her curves tight, and the way her smile entranced you. She is your world, and you had to make it right with her because the guilt was eating you up. As you contemplated walking up to her and pulling her out of her frenzy a sweaty shirtless man with long black hair crept up behind her, your body froze in its spot and anger bubbled up within you. He slowly placed his hands on her hips dipping them lower until they rested on her pelvis. He started to grind on her, pressing his front into her rear. He was practically dry humping her in the middle of the dance floor. She didn't notice because the buzz of the alcohol distracted her from any presence behind her. They swayed together on the dancefloor and a grimace crossed your face. 
Your blood ran cold and your hands fisted as you seethed through your mouth. Still in your thoughts, as violent saying ran rampant through your mind you started to unconsciously walk towards the pair, trudging through the big crowd to reach your destination. People instantly moved out of your way, seeing your angry face as you whizzed past them.
Wanda was still in the moment, the music bringing her to a different dimension almost as if she was on drugs, then when she opened her eyes all she saw was you storming over to her. She tried to think of what she did wrong to see such revulsion mixed with distaste broadcasted on your face. She immediately brought her hands down from the air and stopped dancing to assess her surroundings to find the problem. And that's when she heard an unpleasant deep voice whisper in her ear, nothing like yours.
“Come on baby, why’d you stop. You were loving it so much.” She wanted to hurl at the pet name he called her. She stumbled as she turned around and backed away from him, not realizing he was behind her the whole time. Now she knew why you were advancing on her with your fist in a ball, thunder in your steps.
‘I-I didn't. No, I don’t like it, and don't call me baby!” Wanda stuttered as she reprimanded him tripping over her heels that she found at a vintage clothing store. 
Before she could scold him some more she felt a strong grip on her waist, when she looked over she saw your rage-filled face, but you didn't meet her gaze, you stared daggers into the man in front of you. You moved her towards you without sparing her a glance, sidestepping her and snatching the bottle from her hands. She let out a squeal from the power you exerted.
The next thing she saw was the basically empty bottle coming in contact with the side of the man's face, his screams shook everyone on the dancefloor as people stopped dancing to look at the occurrence. You took the opportunity at his weakened form to hop onto him sending punch after punch to his face, the shocked noises of people silence out the pleas of Wanda telling you to stop.
You don't hear her as fury has completely overtaken you, why was he touching your woman, who does he think he is? Wanda tries to pull you off but it's like you're planted on top of him and no matter how hard she tries, she can’t. She stumbles back, worried displayed on her features.
All it took was Sam and Bucky spotting what was happening on the dancefloor for them to pull you off of the man. He had a busted lip and swelling eye, you weren't even close to being done with him when they pulled you off. You kicked your legs angrily as strong hands pulled you back from your biceps.
The man could charge you for assault but this was Tony’s frat house and he could just tell the police that he was trespassing and causing trouble which would grant you in the clear, but you knew he wouldn't try because of the shame he had for being beaten by a woman. 
Once they pulled you off Wanda came into your view with worried filled eyes, her hands roamed your face looking for any sign of bruising or blood even though you were the only one who landed successful punches. She bit her lip harshly as she examined your face, your anger dissipating at seeing her in such distress. Her hands came to rest on your chest.
“Are you okay?” She asked sucking on the inside of her cheek as she held in the urge to slap you from being so careless.
You shook your head at loss for words as she dragged you away from the dancefloor and into a secluded hallway that was isolated from people.
“Why the fuck would you do that Y/n? You could've gotten yourself hurt.” She tells you.
“Because he was all over you, you didn't see the way he was touching you. It made me so fucking angry. I’m sorry, Wands.” You said shakily as her soft hands cupped your cheeks.
“I know, I know you're sorry. I heard that speech that you gave to Tony and Nat, I was just too pissed to come back and talk to you.”
A smile broke out on your face when you realized Wanda wasn’t totally angry with you. You shook your head, your nerves calming down finally. A beam erupted on her face, she held your cheeks in place as she came in for a kiss.
You weren't expecting her to break out in a kiss with you but you accepted it gratefully, savoring the taste of her lips. The tangy leftover taste of what you could tell was raspberry vodka scattered on her lips. The kiss started to intensify as your hands found their place on the sides of her waist. You squeezed her waist in satisfaction, she opened her mouth slightly to allow you entrance to her tongue. Your tongue automatically wrapped around hers as she let out a soft moan.
You pulled her closer towards you as you sucked on her lower lip, making her squirm in her spot. Butterflies erupted in her stomach as it twisted and clenched in need of you there.
You pushed her against what you thought was a wall but a door burst open and you both stumbled into the small closet that was surprisingly empty, you didn't waste any time in slamming the door shut with your foot.
You shoved her against the flat wall roughly which made her groan, the spot between her legs started to wet uncontrollably. You moved your head to her jaw sucking on it harshly making sure there would be marks, your lips then traveled to her aromatic warm neck that smelled of fresh roses with a hint of peppermint. Releasing a moan from the anticipation bubbling up inside of you.
She twisted her head as you continued to suck on the soft flesh of her skin, she was in heaven right now in your arms. She couldn't get enough of you as she brought her hands up to your shoulders and pushed you down. You knew what she was hinting at and a smug smile crawled on your face.
You stepped away from her as your hands came to her back, unzipping her dress from behind while keeping eye contact with her. She bit her lips in suspense and smiled, her nose scrunching up just a little which always made you go wild, that was enough for you to harshly bring the zip down. Her dress seemingly glided off of her body like dripping water, she brought her hands down to her side so the dress could fall off perfectly. She was perfect, way past perfect. 
She had on a dark red velvet matching set of lingerie, your eyebrows raising in surprise, maybe she planned this all along for you both to end up wrapped in each other's arms when the night ended.
Her pale skin contrasts beautifully with the set, the way her breast poked out from the top of the bra. The way her toned stomach flowed with her breathing, and the way her slim legs stood next to each other, slightly trembling from your presence. 
Your hands came down to her waist again as you connected your foreheads, breathing her in.
“Only I get to call you baby, no one else.” You whispered in the silent room, the music being silenced from the door.
She shook her head ardently as her hands came up to the nape of your neck, she squeezed lightly. You delivered a sloppy kiss to her plump lips, she craved them so much she felt like she was going to faint from the touch.
When you backed your head away she let out a little whine but that was soon stopped when you lowered yourself to your knees taking off your suit jacket. You looked up at her from the ground and gave her a gentle smirk, in return she gave you a shy smile.
You quickly grabbed the back of the thighs and lifted her up, she got the memo and placed her thighs on your shoulders, her hands moving to the wall of support. Her breathing became rash as she realized the position you were in. You pressed her back against the wall to ensure she wouldn't fall over by any means. You were now facing her clothed pussy, you brought your finger up to slide the fabric over and in no time you were met with her bare cunt, glistening in the darkness.
You stuck your tongue out giving a single lick to her folds making the brunette goddess above you squirm, her thighs clamping tightly around your head, she interlaced her ankles making sure her hold didn't waver.
You sent your tongue to lick around her buzzing clit, you played with it for a few seconds before you rubbed it between your teeth. She let out a loud moan and rolled her eyes shut, pressing her head into the wall. You attached both your lips to her clit and began sucking wildly, making her shiver uncontrollably from the pleasure. 
You bring your head away from her sparkling cunt and whisper, “You're mine, and only mine, you understand, baby?” 
She sucked in a quick breath and breath out an elated yes, nodding her head against the wall, messing up her perfectly ironed hair. A smug smirk rested upon your face as you reattached your lips with her aching clit. You continued to mess around with it as you grazed your teeth against her clit, making her release a low growl. Her hands were back on your shoulder now, her fingers digging deep into your skin, your tank top proving ineffective at protecting your skin.
Once you finished with her clit you ran your tongue through her wanting folds, making her writhe above you, her legs tightening against your head more as she pressed your head forward with her shaking hands wanting you to go deeper.
Your tongue pushed past her folds and deeper into her, she releases a throaty deep moan. Pumping your tongue in and out of her like clockwork. Her hips start rutting against your tongue and she jerks her hips down so your tongue can go deeper. You're lucky that your tongue is long enough to reach the collection of nerves at the base of her pelvis. Her hands squeezing against your hair as the fulfillment is too much for her, she is reaching her breaking point.
All it takes is for you to nudge your nose into her sensitive clit and pop your tongue out from her and slip it back in for her to reach the edge and fall over. A series of short and long powerful moans were emitted from her mouth. Her walls tightened around your tongue and the next thing you knew was liquid filling up your mouth, you hungrily swallowed it down, some of the escaped liquid falling down your face to your neck. You were covered in her and you didn't mind one bit.
When she settled down and released her tight grip on your hair you removed your tongue and backed your head away to take a deep breath. Her thighs go limp on your shoulder as she rests her back completely against the wall. 
You gently take her legs from your shoulders and stand up, with uneven breathing and a fast-beating heart. You looked at her adoringly and closed in on her with a kiss. She could taste herself on your lips and that made her giddy and made her stomach clench again.
You pulled back and pulled a wide smile staring dreamily at her. She placed a quick pet on your lips, “Thank you, baby.”
Your face lit up at her soft tone and you bit your lip, “My pleasure, dear.” She came in for the kiss this time and savored it, savored your warm body against hers, and savored the taste of her on your tongue.
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You helped Wanda get back into her dress that was splayed on the floor, zipping her up from behind as your cool hands passed over her bare shoulders which sent shivers down her spine. When you were done you placed a soft and long kiss on her shoulder. She closed her eyes taking this moment in as you whispered sweet nothings in her ear, she turned her head to the side to see that your eyes were closed as you were taking her in, her heart couldn't help but beat ten times faster at the sight. Her hair was anything but neat now, but resembling a lion's mane as her thick hair ran in every possible direction.
 You both exited the small closet, your suit jacket splayed over her shoulders, you didn't mind the goosebumps that were scattered across your arm. You decided to leave out the back door of the frat house, wanting to avoid all your friend's questions about the fight, saving it for another day and time. On your way out you snatched a sealed water bottle from the lone cooler. Wanda had already made her way outside and you rushed to catch up with her, scolding yourself at the headache you were starting to receive from your alcohol intake.
As you guys made it to the sidewalk heading back to the direction of your apartment you put your arm around Wanda’s clothed shoulder, she bit her lips as a small smile came to her face. She was loving the gentleness that you always showed her. You popped open the bottle by doing a quick trick you learned from Nat to open it with one hand.
You ushered the bottle towards Wanda and she looked up from her snuggled spot between your arm with raised eyebrows.
“Drink, you’re gonna thank me later.” 
She silently thanked you and took a sip, you looked at her with soft eyes. The way her mouth formed around the water bottle, the way her plump lips wrapped around the plastic did something to you and you wiggled in your spot.
She gave you the bottle back, half-drunken. She told you how if she drank anymore she would pee on the spot and you let out a chuckle and redirected your gaze ahead of you, pulling her in closer. You finished off the water bottle and stored it in your large pant pocket.
The rest of the walk home was silent but you both didn't mind, being close to one another was all you truly needed. She rested her head on your shoulder as you continued to walk, a content smile lacing its way onto your face.
 Her company was what always kept your blood moving and your heart pumping, and you couldn't get enough of it. 
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sugarcause · 3 months ago
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If your comfortable, im BEGGING you, Venti, kazuha or scara. Make them beg and cry under us 😩😩😩
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🔞 venti, kazuha, and scara begging and crying ✉
includes: venti, kazuha, scaramouche precis: as much as you admired their strength and power, you truly found it adorable when they were crying under you. take note of: rough sex, anal sex, belly bulge, begging, raw sex, crying, overstimulation, degrading (from reader), sub!bottom!venti, sub!bottom!kazuha, sub!bottom!scaramouche, dom!top!reader, hair pulling, edging, hickeys, spanking. reader gender: gn voice mail: im more than comfortable anon, thank you sm for the req!!! <3 sorry i took a while :( posting more for the anon who said they thought i got hoes. maybe if i post more i'll find love 😭 /j
❦ venti
''ahng- d-don't stop!" venti moaned, drunk on pleasure with tears falling out of his eyes.
he was bent over a wooden table, his hole being hammered relentlessly.
he had been acting needy the whole night, bothering you as you tried to work. it was only right that you punished him.
you ruthlessly pounded in and out of him, occasionally leaving a harsh smack on his ass.
he could feel the throbbing outline of your cock shoved deep inside him as he rubbed on it, feeling his own leak.
you reached down and grabbed his cock, fisting it roughly going up and down as you made sure to rub its tip.
you grabbed onto his braids as you pulled back, his back arching with your tugging.
he started squeezing and pinching his own nipples.
he was so sensitive from his previous orgasms that he couldn't help but tremble and quiver with every thrust of your hips and hand.
''i-i'm gonna cum!'' he yelled as you halted your thrusts completely.
he turned his head to you and asked, ''w-why'd you stop?''.
''don't you think you're enjoying yourself too much? why don't you work for it, slut." you taunted, sliding in and out of him in a painfully slow pace.
''please keep going! don't stop pounding me, i love it! i love you!'' venti pleaded as you smirked and fucked him to completion.
❦ kazuha
''p-please! i... i need more!'' kazuha begged, pressed up against a wall.
'how uncharacteristic of the smooth talking samurai', you thought mindlessly pounding his hole.
it had been a while since the two of you last spent time alone together, so he seemed to really miss you.
you pulled on his ponytail harshly as he threw his head back. you started sucking on his skin, leaving dark love bites.
he grinded his ass onto you to let you go deeper, all the while moaning lewdly as his eyes watered and he started to cry.
he was so desperate that you decided to tease him a bit, immediately slowing down your thrusts almost lazily.
kazuha took notice of this as he started slamming himself onto you instead.
all you could hear were his moans and the sound of your skin meeting harshly.
he seemed to tire out as he spoke, ''i-it doesn't feel as good, it needs to be you...''
''hm, really? i'm feeling a bit tired, though.'' you grinned. slowly moving your hands to fondle with his chest, feeling him squirm.
''p-please continue... i can't wait any longer!'' he whimpered, walls tightening around you.
''well if you want more, you have to beg.''
''then i beg you... fuck me until i can't think straight!'' he screamed, smiling pervertedly.
❦ scaramouche
"i-i need you in me! please!" scaramouche cried out.
if anyone were to see him at this moment, no one would believe it were him. the feared 6th harbinger himself, begging for sex? unimaginable.
but here he was, pleading and crying just for you. his form looking utterly wrecked and ruined, only you on his mind.
''do you even deserve it? you've been moody the whole day. only good boys get rewarded.'' you mocked.
''p-please! i'll be a good boy, i'm sorry! i just need you!'' he said pathetically.
you smirked as you inserted yourself into his tight, warm hole and started thrusting roughly. he could feel his stomach bulge from your harsh force.
his walls clenched around you tightly as if they were trying to milk you for all your worth.
you held his waist with a bruising grip, caressing his plush thighs which formed goosebumps.
you kept plowing into him, his hole completely drenching your cock as it fluttered.
he was already so sensitive that he came mindlessly, not even feeling it approach. he shook and jolted, back curving deeply.
''you came already?'' you inquired without stopping your thrusts, only going rougher.
''w-wait! stop! i'm sensiti- ahng!'' he groaned.
''are you sure you want me to stop? that's not what it looks like.''
scaramouche could only moan even louder and gasp as he felt himself get pleasured and overstimulated.
''this is what you wanted right?''
''y-yes! it's perfect, please don't stop fucking me!''
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i finished 4 reqs today and im feeling the repercussions // study time!
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treasureswordsgirl55 · 6 hours ago
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The Hippo Talk
Characters: Steven Grant / Marc Spector / Jake Lockley
(I love this gift with all my life. It's remind me to my beloved Poe 💖)
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Pairing: Steven Grant x Fem!Reader / Marc Spector x Fem!Reader / Jake Lockley x Fem!Reader
Mentions: Alters. DID
Warnings ⚠️: No big deal. Mentions of Egypt Battle. Mentions of Avatars and Egyptian Gods. Mentions of the Duat. Fears. Insecurities. Fluff. So fluff. Cute moments. Post!Moon Knight.
Tags: @abluelavalamp @mochacake2016 @dreamingaboutyousworld
Author's Note: Hello Everyone! I hope you're doing well this time!! Here is so cold and my perfect time to write a few cute things about our Moon boys.
What do you think about a talk of the desire of being parents about our Moon Boys?
This is something that I thought the last week, and this is the result. I hope that this fic likes you and thanks so much for all the replies. The comments, the likes, notes or reblogs means a lot.
Have a nice reading and welcome to my new followers and readers!
XOXO 😘 Noe!
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- Hello everyone - Layla's voice reaches me from the living room and Marc moves away from me before she enters the room, but not before removing the remains of my red lipstick from his lips - Can I come in? Or should I give you time to get dressed?
I pull away from Marc laughing as I watch him roll his eyes and walk to the door. As soon as I see the image in front of me, I let out a sigh of satisfaction when I see what she has his little one baby in her arms.
- Oh... But if it's the beautiful Khepri - The little one lets out a gurgle as soon as he sees me and stretches his little arms towards me. I don't hesitate to take it as I walks into the kitchen and Marc smiles as he walks over to Layla and hugs her. After everything that had happened in Egypt, things had become easier and simpler between them. I hear them muttering some things, but I can't help but look away from the little baby with dark curls like her mother and an amber gaze that sees me as if I were a pacifier that wants to bite - you've grown a lot since the last time I saw you .
- That was two months ago, baby.
I turn with a mocking laugh at Marc, who moves and the second I hear Layla burst out laughing at Steven's effusiveness, who seems about to smother her with his arms.
- I missed you so much, Layla. How is Cameron? - The genuine interest in Steven's words, or perhaps the particular tone of his voice draws Khepri's attention, and he makes a sweet little noise as he teases my hair and leans in to see where the voice calling his attention.
I turn around just to see what Steven is telling Layla about our living together and his personal living with Jake and Marc.
- Do you want to get Uncle Steven's attention?
The little boy answers me with a sound like laughter and stretches out one of his little arms as if he could reach for Steven.
- Layla, Khepri says to stop hogging the attention of his uncle.
They both turn to me and I see Steven's cheeks turn a tomato-like red.
I had never seen him like this, blushing at the attention of a child. He looks so adorable more when he focuses on Khepri and he lets out a laugh that makes Steven's eyes soften and for a flash of my mind, I imagine a little boy with Steven's curls in my arms, and that look full of curiosity and interest in the world.
Shit. This is not a good thing.
- Don't you want to be with me a little bit more longer? - I hear the footsteps behind me, and barely feel Steven's hands on my waist, I lean against his chest while Khepri reaches to take a handful of Steven's curls in his little hand and pull them causing Steven to let out a laugh that makes the boy burst out laughing - Do you want to go with Uncle Steven? You are treacherous as your mother.
Layla bursts out laughing as I move enough for Steven to take Khepri into his arms, but as soon as I see the little boy start laughing, I turn to see Steven wearing the Mr. Knight suit.
I hold back for a moment the cry of fright that fights to come out of my lips and I shake my head while his mask disappears and he takes the little boy out of my arms, who enjoys the softness of his suit running his little hands through the lapels of it .
Steven seems so intent on watching Khepri play with his tie that he barely even notices I'm looking at him. He seems so comfortable with it that I can't help but think about having a child with him, with Marc, and with Jake.
It would be a bad idea? I think as I watch him play with the little one and exchange a look with Layla, who smiles, reading my thoughts and comes over to give me a light handshake.
Or maybe a girl. I can already imagine three overprotective dads to the moon and back.
I giggle as I let my hand move unconsciously towards my belly and that movement catches Steven's attention and he air kisses me as he turns his attention back to the boy as I drop my arms to my sides as if they had no life of their own.
"Tell me that you are thinking the same as me, that the idea of ​​the child in our arms feels too good for me." (Marc)
- Hmm?
"You know what I'm talking about, Steven" (Marc)
Layla says something about the new investigations in Cairo, and Steven hands the little boy back to me, who stares at me intently as I listen to his mother complain about the extra work she has to do for Tawered.
- How do I take it? - I ask about his temporary work as an avatar of an Egyptian god -It's not something easy to assimilate.
- Who? Cameron or Khepri?
- Both - I pinch the little boy's nose, who giggles again and I tickle his tummy - Who is the most beautiful baby on the entire planet?
"I want us to have a baby with her, Marc" (Steven)
"Me too, Steven.. Me too" (Marc)
"She…Will she want to have it?" (Steven)
"Don't you see her? She's in love with Mini Layla - Marc growls as Steven rolls his eyes at the thoughts running through his head - She will look beautiful with her swollen belly with our child. And for that, although I love her very much Layla, I want her out of here."
I see that Steven stays silent for a few minutes staring at me and I don't have to ask to know that maybe he is thinking the same thing as me. He is still wearing his white suit and lets out a laugh that makes us both turn to look at him.
- And what makes you laugh? - Steven shakes his head as he reaches his gloved hand out to Khepri and he grabs his finger like a magnet - I think he has a soft spot for you.
- I should let Marc out and we'll check it out.
- No - I take the little boy away for a second and they both laugh - The Moon Knight suit will scare him.
- If he isn't scared to see his mother running around with a shrill accent and speaking Egyptian mantras, he won't be scared at all. Less Marc.
- Hey - Steven's accent changes and I know it's Marc, who is still wearing Steven's suit - More psycho than this... - indicates the white suit and approaches the little boy, who looks at him curiously, and after deciding if Marc is worthy of his attention, he stretches out his little arms towards him, who for a second sees him as if he were some kind of jackal that is going to eat him - Do you want to come with me baby?
- You hit the nail on the head, Marc.
Layla walks away for a minute to answer her cell phone, which I don't know when it started ringing, but I approach Marc while the little boy demands his attention. Marc looks at him with a hint of fear at first, but once Khepri takes his hand, he notices that he begins to relax.
- Marc? Are you okay?
- Yeah. I've never been better.
- Are you sure? You look a little...
- Concerned? Calm? - He blurts out those words, making his nervousness clear and I giggle as Steven's suit disappears as he is replaced by his regular clothes and little Khepri makes a strange little noise, as if he is confused. We both laugh and when our eyes meet, a shiver runs down my spine. He is afraid. He's terrified at the slightest thought of a child around here.
- I was going to say scared...
- Nah, I'm just thinking about something - I know that he's clearly lying to me. He's not a good liar.
- Tell me. I was thinking about something too - I take his hand from him in mine and I feel a particular warmth between us. He feels it too cause he looks at the baby and then, where our hands are united.
- It's nothing important, baby. I'll tell you later.
I move a little closer and feel one of his arms around my waist while Khepri rests his little head on my neck and I let out a sigh at the boy's gesture.
I feel my heart tighten as I wish for this. I want this scene in our house every day. Hearing Marc complain about getting up early to bottle feed our little one, or Steven walking quietly so he doesn't try to wake me up to be with our baby. Or Jake looking for the necessary things for our little adventure…
- It's about Khepri, right?
- Sorry? - He tenses up and just wants to get away from me, I hold him by his dark blue shirt so that he doesn't run away as if he were a little boy - I don't know what are you talking about…
"Don't be scared Marc. Tell her what you want… I want this baby too and I have the feeling that she wants it too… " (Steven)
- What about Jake?
"Idiota. Serás idiota. Claro que quiero un niño también. Que estamos esperando, ¿un permiso divino o de Khonshu?" (Idiot. You're going to be an idiot. Of course I want the child too. What are we waiting for, divine permission or Khonshu's?) (Jake)
- I'm thinking about a baby too... - I murmur softly as if that confession were a mortal sin that will kill us all.
- Really?
- Yeah. I imagined him like you. With your curls and that curious look from Steven or that annoying murmur from Jake. I don't know what I think about this right now, but…
- Do you want to have a baby?
- Yes, of course.
- With us? Are you sure? - Marc takes Khepri's hand and lets out a sigh as soon as the baby starts playing with it - It's a dangerous life for a little creature like him. Most if one of these parents are an Egyptian god avatar who has many enemies behind his head.
- I know. But I'm sure about one thing… You'll protect us like Layla does with Khepri. You have the power of the God of The Moon, apart from he's an idiot silly bird, you have the best of him. You protect everyone, Marc. And Steven and Jake too.
- Oh fuck, baby. If you want it, we'll give it to you without hesitation.
- No no, I don't want it if you all don't want it too. It's a couple thing - Layla enters in the room and Marc feels something changed because he's on the defensive side and I see Layla's eyes are a little bit shining like before - Marc?
- Hello! Hello! - Khepri start laughing out lou and as soon as I identify the shrill accent that Layla was talking about, I know that Tawered is here - Are you the smart one or the dramatic one?
- Hippo....
- The dramatic one, definitely - Tawered, in Layla's body begins to move around the kitchen and looks around for something until she focuses on me, and sees that I am holding the little boy behind Marc, who is still tense - Hello … Is she right? She was in one of the rooms of your memories.
- Yes yes, it's her. It's nice to see you again - Steven's British accent reaches my ears but as soon as she gets closer, she pushes him away and takes one of my hands, seeking to reassure me while she makes faces at the little boy - She's my girl, well, our girl.
- Don't be afraid, please. Let me introduce myself I am Tawered goddess of women, children, fertility and births. I also tend to play the role of Anubis when she's not in the Duat. They know, I accompanied Marc on his way… - I nod as she takes Khepri from my arms and lets go of my hand before, with a very slow and controlled movement, she takes Steven's hand and very gently supports it on the base of my stomach, causing a shiver to run through both of us - I know you want this, I know you're afraid, plus you three - She turns to Steven who is a little blushed - especially the dramatic one, but... let me tell you something about this: you will be amazing parents when you decide. I can see it…. The Duat not only allows me to see what has happened but what will happen as well.
- Can you….?
- Don't be afraid, Marc. You won't be like your father - I feel Steven take a deep breath and nod his head - And you, Steven are incredible with children. It will be very easy for you and Jake… well, he will need patience, but they will be incredible parents for your little girl.
- A baby girl?
- The first of three - She murmurs with complicitly and I see that Steven smiles but he is a little paler than usual.
We both let out a laugh as I feel tears falling down my cheeks.
"It couldn't be less, of course" (Marc)
"Eran tres o nada, Spector. Debían ser tres. Tenemos que tener la oportunidad de ser padres cada uno" (It was three or nothing, Spector. It had to be three. We have to have the opportunity to be parents each one) (Jake)
Steven starts laughing and I look at him in surprise. He is blushing too much and it looks like he is going to choke from laughing so much.
- Steven?
- Sorry, I'll just say that Marc and Jake are glad there are three of them. So everyone has their chance.
I shake my head as Khepri touches her mother's face and heaves a sigh to which Tawered slumps her shoulders.
- That sigh is a sign that the little boy wants his mother back - She lets us both go and Steven takes my hand and brings it to his lips to leave a kiss on my wrist - An honor to see you again Steven and to meet you, darling. I repeat to both of us, when you decide, my blessing is already yours and his little girl is waiting for you.
We both nod and as soon as Layla comes to, she holds Khepri tighter and we both giggle.
- She was here, right? - Steven nods as he hands her a glass of water and she lets out a curse - What did she tell you? Something serious?
- No, only that we have the blessing to be parents.
Layla lets out a startled squeal and I see her eyes fill with tears.
- You will be amazing parents, that's for sure. I know Marc… will be very scared as hell, but he will do it amazing. I hope that by the time I come back to visit again, there's already a little Steven or Marc or Jake running around here.
- A baby girl. That's Tawered said...
Layla shake her head and centre her attention to Khepri.
- Oh... Better than ever. Another empowered woman in the world. Just, when happened, tell me, please.
- You'll be the first to know, and I think not by us, for Tawered sure.
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Thanks for reading!! 💖💖💖
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once-upon-a-thigh · a month ago
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Yes Officer
Summary: Y/n does what is necessary to get out of a speeding ticket. (ACAB but not when they look like a sexy redhead assassin.) AU.
Pairing: Police Officer! Natasha Romanoff X Female! Reader
Class: One shot: smut
Warnings: degradation, fingering, strap-on sex, semi-public sex, abuse of power, name-calling, dub-con.
Words: 2.2k
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"Crap." I muttered to myself as I barely made it past a red light, checking my rear-view mirror to insure I didn't cause an accident unknowingly. I was going a little bit over the speed limit- okay, maybe a lot, but I have a very good reason. I was enjoying being sat at home watching Friends before my friend Sam called me.
"Y/n! You gotta come over, Bucky got his foot stuck in the toilet again!"
"What the fuck Sam help me!"
I mean, I can't not witness that. And so, here I am speeding down the highway wearing only my comfy over-sized shirt. The route to Sam and Bucky's place was quiet at this point, and so I didn't have to worry about hitting traffic. So, imagine my surprise when a police car pulled out from an unnoticeable side road amongst the trees and caught up close behind me. The flashing blue and red reflected from my rear-view mirror. Maybe they're not for me? My hopeful thought was corrected by the loud chirp of a siren, signalling me to pull over.
"Fuck!" I yelled, pulling over to the side of the road. I should of just got Sam to film it. Seeing the police car pull in behind me, I began to rifle through my glove box to search for my documents. My actions were halted by a knock on my window. With a roll of my eyes I put it down.
"Yeah, yeah I know. Licence and-" my sass was cut with a hitch in my throat when I turned to face the police officer leaning on her forearms against my door. Jesus fucking Christ, if all cops looked like this maybe I wouldn't hate them so much. Dressed in a navy uniform, a beautiful redhead stood before me, taking her sunglasses off to reveal a pair of menacing green eyes. Maybe I'm hallucinating, but I swear for a millisecond I witnessed them dip to my exposed thighs.
"-registration." She finished my statement.
"Uh- here is my registration" I handed her the crumpled set of papers with a shaky hand. A shiver ran up my spine when her long, slender fingers brushed up against mine as she took them from me. "But, I don't have my licence. I'm really sorry but I left the house in such a hurry I forgot my purse."
"And may I ask where you were going in such a hurry?" She barely glanced at my papers, instead continuing to hold my gaze, something dark swirling behind her irises.
I bit my tongue from spilling the truth, no way am I going to embarrass myself in front of the hottest woman I have ever encountered. "Family emergency."
Her eyes narrowed as she let out a dissatisfied hum, leaning forward more and giving me a flash of her cleavage beneath her collared shirt. I clench my thighs together as I immediately felt my lace panties begin to dampen. Her gaze trailed down my un-modest body, looking calculated as she watches me shuffle uncomfortably.
"It's a serious offence to be driving without a licence Miss..."
"Y/l/n." I confirm. "I have a licence, I just don't have it with me currently Officer..."
"Officer Romanoff." She replies to my sass with a twitch of the corner of her lips, her expression falling into a villainess smirk. "Well that just won't do Miss Y/l/n. I'm going to need you to follow me to my car so I can run your plates without you driving off."
With a groan and an embarrassed once over of my outfit, I hesitantly nod my head. She moves out of the way and eyes me up and down as I step out of the car with a blush on my cheeks. I stand there for a moment as the breeze flutters the bottom of my shirt, exposing where the top of my thighs meet the beginnings of my ass. I wrap my arms around myself, attempting to cover the evidence of my hardened nipples. I mentally try to convince myself it is because of the cold, but really I know her wandering eyes and intense presence have something to do with it. I notice the clench of her jaw as she traces the curve of my waist slightly before leading me towards her cop car with a hand at the very base of my back.
"Hands against the vehicle please Miss Y/l/n."
"P-pardon?" I stutter, please don't tell me I'm getting arrested because I wanted to witness my idiot friend with his foot stuck in the toilet.
"I need to search you before getting in an enclosed space with you for my safety. I'm sure you understand." I really don't think this is how these things are supposed to go, and judging by the condescending tone to her voice, she knows that too. She also knows that I can't say much to disagree.
My face is gradually getting hotter the more time I spend so close to her, and it is about to get a whole lot worse. With a heavy sigh, I press my hands against the top of the cop car facing away from her. She immediately presses flush against my back, her hands brushing up my abdomen towards my breasts. She lightly grazes over them first, the tips of her pointer fingers lingering over the stiff peaks. When I don't speak out at the intrusion, she becomes more invasive, grasping my tits and massaging them in a tight grip. I feel my pussy begin to pulse as she lets out a quiet grown against my ear. She continues to stand tight against me as her hands trail down my sides, grasping my ass cheeks next. I can't help but let out a whimper this time. I should be pushing her away and screaming profanities right now, but instead I push back my ass into her grip with a breathy moan. She lets out a low chuckle, knowing I am putty in her hands. She moves her hands from my ass to my hips, pulling me even closer against her. With her crotch now pressed tightly against my ass, I can feel a hard bulge. I can't help but let out a cheeky comment.
"Is that a gun or are you just happy to see me Officer?" I giggle.
I let out a loud gasp when I am interrupted by her thigh suddenly pressing between my legs, I worry she can feel my warmth and wetness through her trousers. "Spread your fucking legs" she spits through her teeth, roughly grinding her hips into me until I am forced to lean my full weight against the car. Her knee pries my legs apart and her nails graze down my thighs as she crouches behind me. I feel a cold hand lift my shirt up, settling it at my waist as her other hand lightly brushes against my clothed slit. The slight touch already has my toes curling and quiet whimpers leaving my lips.
She continues to prod the wet patch. "Such a slut getting so wet when you're in trouble, fuck." I let out a louder whimper when as she attends to my clit through the lace.
"I think you know what you need to do if you want to get out of this ticket darling." I know what she is doing is completely wrong and manipulating, but I'm afraid she might be right calling me a slut because I would gladly let this woman ruin me, ticket or no ticket.
And so, I nod hastily in response. "Please." I whimper.
She stands up, leaning over me and once again grasping at my breasts. This time she takes the time to twist my nipples between her fingers. "Please what?" She rasps.
"Please Officer Romanoff, fuck me."
With that, she immediately pushes my panties to the side and pushes a finger into my sopping hole. "Fuck you're so wet, such a dirty whore letting a stranger put their fingers inside your greedy pussy aren't you?"
I let out a loud moan as she squeezes in another finger, fucking me at a pace so fast I can barely keep my knees from buckling. A car drives past as I start to feel myself rise to a climax, the sudden realisation of being in public causing me to duck my head.
"No." I let out a yelp as she grasps my hair with her other hand, tugging it back so I am looking over the top of the car. "Let them see. Fuck you're so hot baby, people need to see."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck I'm going to cum." I squeal, tears peaking at the corner of my eyes. They slide down my flushed cheeks when she suddenly pulls her fingers from my tight entrance. I hardly have time to whine about my lost orgasm before she pushes her fingers coated in my juices between my lips. I lapped at them with my tongue, sucking hastily.
She groans at the sight. "Such a talented mouth baby, lets put it to some good use." With that, she tugs me to my knees by my hair and undoes her belt buckle, pulling out a large strap from her trousers. Well that explains the bulge. "Go on, suck my cock slut. Get it wet so I can fuck your tight pussy with it."
Moaning at the thought, I take hold of the base of the silicone cock before kitten licking the tip and sinking it into my mouth. She grunts at the sight, bucking her hips and making me to gag as the tip hits the back of my throat. I continue to choke as she takes hold of my head with both hands, fucking into my mouth without care.
"Fuck baby, you look so pretty like this." She watches as drool leaves the corner of my lips as the strap leaves my mouth. Pulling me up, she opens the back of the car and sits in the back. "Come here slut, sit on my lap."
I rush in following her demands, taking off my underwear and straddling her thighs. She taps my slit with the cock a few times, causing me to whimper and chase the feeling by grinding down on the shaft.
"Such a greedy baby." She tuts, before slipping the tip inside.
"Oh my god!" I gasp, sinking down fully on the thick cock. She takes hold of my hips, arms flexing as she bounced me up and down.
"You're taking me so well babygirl. What do you say to me for making you feel this good?"
"Thank you." I cry, throwing my head back as the appendage hits my g-spot repeatedly.
She slams me down right to the base, the sound of me hitting her thighs matching that of the hard spank she gave my ass. "Thank you, what?" She seethed, grabbing at my throat and squeezing.
"Thank you Officer." I wheezed, still enthralled with the feeling of being so full.
"That's right." She lifted me off of her cock into her strong arms, pulling me flush against her as she manoeuvred me onto my back across the seats. Standing out the door, she tugged me to her and bent her knees, sliding the strap back into me and immediately picking up a fast paste.
My back stung as it got dragged across the rough material of the seats as I bounced around like a ragdoll, moaning loudly as I once again began to reach my peak. "Fuck! Officer Romanoff please can I cum?" I cried, reaching my hands out behind me in an attempt to grab at anything to ground me.
"Cum around my cock slut, cum now." She gave my clit a hard slap causing a yelp to leave my lips, lifted one leg up into the car and continued to fuck me mercilessly. The hard thrusts had the car rocking, the actions inside being painfully obvious to anyone driving past.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" I cried, the immense pleasure distracting me from the pain of my head crashing against the door as Officer Romanoff leaned over me, reaching an angle where I could feel the large cock protruding against my belly as she pushed fully into me in deep rough strokes.
"Fuck yes baby, me too." She grunted, the base of the strap rubbing against her own cunt just right.
The walls of my pussy tightened, sucking her into me as I let out a long moan. Her hips stilled and she pushed her face into my neck, a hand sliding underneath my shirt so she can roughly squeeze one of my tits, the other bracing herself at the side of my head. After lying there heavily breathing for a minute, she slowly pulled back and tucked the strap back into her trousers. I let out a pathetic whimper at the feeling of emptiness, cum and juices dripping out of my hole.
Ignoring the soreness, I climbed out of the car after her and attempted to fix my hair.
"I'm feeling kind today Miss Y/l/n. So I'm going to let you off with a warning. Just don't let me catch you speeding again, okay?" She smirked, before getting behind the wheel and driving off.
If that's the punishment I get? No promises.
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neolovesneo · 2 months ago
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I was wondering if you could do a gamer boyfriend!hyuk where he's been on the computer playing games with the members all day and you want to cuddle so you ask to sit in his lap while he plays and he left his mic on so the members hear and tease him (so a bit of crack/comedy too) for being soft for y/n 🥰💕 thank you so much and I love the works that you've put out so far and am so excited to see what you put out in the future <3
MY BEST VIEW.
gamer!boyfriend!haechan | fluff | boyfriend au
note ; ANON YOU'RE SO SWEET TYSM T^T also i LOVE the gamer!boyfriend!hyuck agenda sigh i think about it almost everyday... and i hope this fic is ok!! tysm for requesting and waiting :') + mentions of nct���s chenle, jisung, mark, & jeno! ^^ + requests are now closed!
taglist ; @soobin-chois (lmk in comments, asks, or dms if you'd like to be added to my taglist! ^^)
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"Ugh, I'm so good at this!” Haechan cheers, grinning from ear to ear as he stretches in his chair.
The words "Victory!" are displayed brightly on his screen for the umpteenth time today, a close competitor with Haechan's dazzling smile.
"You won again?" you ask, walking over to look at his computer.
"Yup!" he giggles, clasping his hands together by his face like a swooning little girl. "I'm just so good at this, you know? I've won six matches straight!”
His infectious smile gets you smiling too, but it doesn't last long when you notice another match begin to load. "Are you still going to play?" you ask.
"Yeah, why?" Haechan replies as he turns back to his screen, repeatedly clicking on his mouse out of habit while he waits for the system to find a new opponent for him to game with.
"Nothing." you lie.
Haechan frowns at this, swivelling around in his chair to face you again. "You sure? It doesn't sound like it's nothing." he asks concernedly, taking your hands into his and squeezing them.
"Well… I don’t want to disturb you, but can we cuddle while you play?”
Your question comes out so soft, it’s barely audible, and neither of you miss the random voice crack that occurs in the middle of your sentence.
"You’d never disturb me, bubs!" Haechan splutters incredulously, already reaching out for you to sit in his lap with grabby hands. "Come here, we can cuddle for as long as you want.”
Instant comfort and joy washes over you the moment you get in Haechan's lap, the familiar warmth of his body much like the comfort of hot chocolate on a cold winter night.
"Comfy?" Haechan asks softly after you’ve swung your arms around him, head resting against his shoulder. You hum happily in response, but a sudden concern pops into your mind.
"I'm not blocking your view or anything, right?" you question.
At this, Haechan chuckles, obnoxiously poking his tongue into his cheek with a smirk.
“Oh, you're the only view that matters to me, baby girl." he teases, quoting one of the many frat boy memes he's seen online.
You burst out laughing at this, but someone's else much louder laugh cuts you off.
Sounds of Chenle struggling to breathe through his laughter ring in your ears from Haechan’s headset, followed with Jisung shrieking about how "That was so gross!" close by.
Mortified, Haechan's face flushes as red as the empty Red Bull cans on his desk when he realises what was going on - he forgot to mute his mic.
"No, that was like, so sweet!" Mark protests, protecting Haechan like always. “It’s like, a teasing form of like, affection, we should leave Haechan alone.”
“It was not sweet.” Jeno butts in. "I need ear transplants now, that was so cringy."
Haechan groans as the rest of his friends tease and bicker on, hiding his face in your shoulder even though they couldn't see him.
"Stop it guys, this is embarrassing." he mumbles into his mic.
You can't help but giggle at your usually-bold boyfriend’s reaction, making him sit back up so you can look at him properly in the eye.
“You’re the only view that matters to me too, baby boy.” you compliment cheekily, ignoring the now deafening shrieks of Haechan’s friends as you take his headset off and kiss him; soft lips against soft lips and heart racing against heart.
You could stay here like this forever.
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decafetherealki · 4 months ago
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Tbh Kanej would low key be Kaz’s downfall with the rest of the Crows. He wouldn't stand a chance. He would be absolutely demolished - allow me to explain.
Knowing Kaz, he isn't going to outright say him and Inej are dating. He’s going to mind his business and figures Inej will say something if it's important to her.
Except we’ve seen Inej loves messing with people in canon and there is no exception here. So when they visit Van Eck’s house one day and Jesper is giving them shit over being a bit late she is just like:
Inej: I’m sorry we’re late. I wanted extra time to hold my boyfriend’s hand. Is that so bad?
Jesper, who speaks without thinking: your boyfriend is a whore
Kaz: ....
And thus begins Jes and Inej’s new fun bonding activity. Nobody is gonna say Kaz’s name but they have fun heckling “Inej’s boyfriend” endlessly.
Inej: brb I need to grab a new hat for my boyfriend-
Jesper: This guy AGAIN?
Inej: idk what to tell you. He’s cute. I can't help myself.
Jesper: I don’t know, Inej. Nina told me your boyfriend had a shitty haircut.
Inej: he has the face for it
Kaz, doing paperwork: both of you get out
And naturally once Nina finds out it’s all over
Nina: I hear your boyfriend is a baby
Jesper: yeah, inej. Why are you dating this goon?
Nina: this clown
Jesper: this fool
Nina: he sounds like such a tool
Jesper: right? Date someone respectable - like Kaz!
Nina: why can't you just date Kaz?
Jesper: he’s much cooler than your stupid boyfriend
Inej: idk guys. I think Kaz has a girlfriend 😔
Nina & Jesper: *lose their goddamn minds*
They wait for Kaz to say something but he never does so “Inej’s boyfriend” just becomes a recurring character they all constantly bring up. Sometimes they use it as a loophole to dote on him.
Wylan, as Inej and Kaz leave together: be sure to tell Inej’s boyfriend hi!!
Inej: of course!
Wylan: And that we love him!
Inej: will do! *waits until they are completely alone* Wylan says hi btw
Kaz: why are you doing this to me
Inej: you are also loved
Kaz: stop it
Inej: if you anger me I'm going to start telling people how my boyfriend has pretty eyes
Kaz: I have done nothing to warrant this
Inej: I'm fairly certain this is the only way you can accept a compliment though
Sometimes it is less to torment him with affection and more to just.... torment him.
Matthias, pissed at Kaz over something: Good evening everyone. Today I have learned Inej’s boyfriend is poor. Let us pray for him. The poor man is just living in poverty.
Nina, smelling blood: oh no. Inej you didn't tell is he was poor.
Jesper: Not a single kruge to his name.
Wylan: That’s not quite right. He’s only poor because he’s a philanthropist, right? He gives all his money away.
Nina: OH- that’s right!
Matthias: Bless him for being so selfless. Not a hint of greed in him.
Jesper: He must serve the saints. Good for him.
Wylan: Makes sense given that Inej worships the saints. She would find a pious boyfriend.
Matthias, looking Kaz directly in the eyes: Bless Inej’s selflessly poor, religious boyfriend.
Kaz, who has been over this since day one: I want to go home now
He does lose it at some point. My poor boy can only take so much.
Kaz: FINE! I am her boyfriend. Is that what you want me to say? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT? Me. I'm dating her. There. I’ve said it. Do you feel like you've won your stupid game? Are you pleased? I'm screaming in the middle of a murder! Happy?! Damn. Now all of you shut up before I break your necks.
The Razorgulls who came for a parley: ...
The crows: ...
Jesper: Inej, your boyfriend is rude :(
Nina: I miss your old boyfriend :(
Kaz: I don't think either of you understand how close I am to decking you-
Kaz thinks that claiming the title of Inej’s boyfriend means the taunts will stop but it only evolves.
Wylan: Inej do you ever still talk to your ex-boyfriend?
Matthias: yeah, the poor one?
Nina: the saintly one?
Jesper: do you, Inej? Do you still talk to him?
Wylan: what was his name again?
Inej:...his name was Koz. or Kez. It's been so long I've forgotten. My one true love. Kuz.
Kaz: pick a knife I've given you and just stab me with it, Inej.
In the end, he is sometimes grateful for the so-called alias.
Inej: mom, dad - this is Kaz.
Inej’s mom: oh! The boyfriend?
Kaz, panicking: actually that’s Koz-
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divinegrey · 5 months ago
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𝙱𝚄𝙱𝙱𝙻𝙴𝚂 / 𝚅𝙸 𝚇 𝙵!𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁
there is so much sin in my inbox and not enough time to write it. kidding. this is the last spicy prompt i have for y'all from my inbox! slowly working my way thru everything!
prompt: Vi x fem!reader where they take a bubble bath together which may or may not lead to some tangy shenanigans~ 👀 [requested by @vinciwolf, thank you for your patience!]
words: 1371
warnings: oh god oh fuck why is vi so hot, nsfw themes, excessive use of bubbles to cover things
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You could just feel the knots in your shoulders as you stripped your clothes off. The steam wafts from the spout, flowing into the modestly sized bathtub in your apartment somewhere in the Academy District in Piltover. It was an incredibly long day at work, and you’re simply very excited to get the rest of your clothes removed and hop into the bathtub.
The clothes fly into the hamper in the corner of the bathroom and you slide into the water without a second thought. You nearly let out a groan at the feeling of it. There’s something to be said about how the feeling of being boiled alive from hot water makes all of your muscles turn into jelly.
Your job isn’t nearly as arduous and back-breaking as your girlfriend’s, but you’re not tough like her. She’s a Zaunite, you’re just a woman from Piltover working a day job at a research facility for Hextech. Funny how things work out like that; you’re one of the leads in Hextech and your girlfriend just so happens to be an avid user of Hextech gauntlets.
THUNK!
Speaking of your girlfriend…
“Babe?” Vi calls out, her voice echoing down the hallway of your apartment. You can hear the sound of the Atlas Gauntlets cooling down, whirring and hissing. It prompts you to wonder how much you’ll have to fix before you go to bed tonight.
“In the bathroom!” You reply back. Footsteps come down the hall— Vi can’t be quiet or sneaky to save her life— and the door opens. Pink hair and grey eyes peek into the steamy bathroom; you’re thankful that the bubbles in the bathtub are doing their job in covering up all of the bits, otherwise Vi would be ogling you very hard right now.
“Hi,” she says, waving her hand. “Can I come in?”
“Of course, darling,” you say. “How was work?”
“Cait and I chased down a jackass all the way into the Lanes again,” Vi says, shutting the door behind her. She peels off the vibrant red jacket you’ve come to adore, even if it desperately needs dry cleaning to get rid of the chemical smell of fumes and gas. Vi undoes the wraps around her hands that protect her skin from the inside of the Atlas gauntlets. “He was one of the smugglers for Shimmer. Had to take him out of the equation.”
“Are you hurt?” You look over her for any obvious injuries, but nothing comes immediately into concern. You’ve come to expect the bruises speckled around her skin like freckles from the punches she takes, but you don’t see any blood. That can only be a good sign.
“Nope. Cait put a bullet in his knee and we dragged him back Topside so he can be shipped off to Stillwater,” Vi says. She undoes the buckles of her pants and pulls them down. You turn your eyes away to give her a modicum of privacy. You know she doesn’t mind it when you stare; she enjoys it, actually. Vi comes closer to the tub, her clothes fully shed. “Scoot up.”
You’re suddenly thankful that the basin is big enough for the both of you. The water sloshes and the bubbles shift when Vi slips behind you. When she’s in, you lean your back to her front, grinning like a fool when her arms wrap around you from behind and she places a kiss on your cheek.
“Missed you today,” you say. Vi’s hands rub over the skin of your stomach, moving down to caress your thighs underneath the water. She hums low and deep into your ear, causing a giggle to come out of you.
“Missed you more, baby girl,” Vi replies. You can feel the calluses of her fingertips pressing into your knees, gently guiding them apart. You can't help the way your breath hitches in the back of your throat; Vi does this so effortlessly all the damn time. You’re well aware of how attractive your girlfriend is— you can feel the ridges of her stomach on your lower back, a well-defined abdomen that comes from years of fighting and surviving.
But more than that, the care in which she holds you and regards you is enough to make you feel like you’re on a pedestal and she’s worshipping the ground in front of you. Your heart starts beating a little faster and your lower stomach turns even warmer from anticipation.
“This okay?” Vi asks, her fingers kneading into the muscle of your thighs. You can’t trust yourself to speak so you just nod instead, but she’s clearly uninterested in a physical response. “Lemme hear you, baby.”
“Yes, fuck, please,” you whisper, grabbing onto anything— the edge of the bathtub, her ripped as fuck thigh… you can’t hold back the whimpers when Vi’s hand finally moves over your most sensitive parts, her fingers long and strong. The feeling of the hot water around you does nothing to quell the heat rushing up your neck and cheeks, untamed and uncontrollable with Vi whispering sweet nothings into your ear as her hands work you towards the edge.
Fuck, she’s so fucking good at this. How did you get so lucky? It baffles you endless that of all people, Vi chose you. A Piltie who helped clean up the wreckage of the Council Chamber explosion because you just wanted to help.
And now here you are, being brought to orgasm by Vi’s fingers. You don’t even want to look at her face because you just know she looks smug as hell and what you really need right now is to fucking come. Or else you might go insane.
So much for a relaxing bath.
“C’mon, pretty girl, you’re almost there, I can feel it,” Vi murmurs gently. While her fingers slide in and out of you with motions that make your legs shake, her other hand glides up your stomach to your chest, smearing the bubbles over your skin to squeeze your breasts. She’s right, she’s fucking right because you’re right there and you can’t stand it anymore.
She knows exactly how to pull an orgasm out of you and it turns you on so much that your brain can’t think of anything else other than Vi, Vi, Vi. You turn your head to kiss her; it’s unfocused, it’s sloppy, your tongues sliding against each other. Part of you can barely do it, just huffing and breathing into her mouth as your entire body seizes. Vi sucks on your bottom lip, biting it between her teeth.
A small, rushed “fuck” comes from your mouth. You hold onto her, your core tightening as her thumb rubs over the most sensitive part of you with practiced ease.
You break.
When you come, it’s with a moan into the air of the bathroom. Vi’s fingers slow, turning gentle just the way you like it, or else you risk getting overstimulated too fast and too soon. Vi presses kisses to your jaw and temple as your entire body just melts into her like putty. Vi pulls her fingers out of you with a small apology.
“How do you feel?” Vi asks.
You can’t speak, so you just make a noise that hopefully gets your point across. Vi laughs, full-bodied with adoration. She brushes some of your hair off of your forehead from it stuck to your skin because of the steam. You squeeze her thighs in appreciation and she holds you tighter to her.
After some time, when you finally have the bodily function of speaking again, you whisper, “Thank you.”
“Always,” Vi says. “You know my favorite thing to do is help you feel good.”
“Mhm, you do a great job at it,” you hum, tilting your head back to rest on her shoulder. You kiss the underside of her jaw. “I love you.”
“Love you more, baby,” Vi says.
You stay in her arms until the bathwater runs cold, and even then, you simply brush your teeth and wash your face side by side until you crawl into your shared bed. You wrap yourself around her, knowing that she likes being the little spoon more, and you fall asleep to the sound of her soft breathing.
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A/N: hey everybody! so, I'm slowly working my way out of my rat hovel and coming back. I'm going to try and finish the prompts in my inbox, but no promises, because i find it hard to write sometimes when i don't click well with the prompts. that being said, if yours hasn't been written yet, I'm really sorry!!
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secretlyveryloving · 22 days ago
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Gojo and getting him to open up to you about something that's upsetting him
He thinks he's so slick. That if he keeps changing the topic, being annoying, making jokes and teasing you (and innocent bystanders), you'll forget about it or actually be convinced that he's okay.
Except you're not stupid and you can identify this repetitive and destructive behavior he has by now.
You always watch him, so you can notice when the smiles can't reach his eyes, when his playful tone sounds a bit less convincing and confident, when you see him actually a bit anxious and fidgety instead of "just excited".
You play his game at first, partially because you don't want him to feel insecure over "his charm and manipulation", but also because you're hoping he feels comfortable enough to talk to you by himself.
Except he doesn't. He doesn't know how. He doesn't even know he can do that. And noticing you not falling for his bullshit, gets him in even more denial, idiot.
But you're patient, since you know he probably never had anyone to listen to him, someone to talk sincerely about his worries in his entire life, so you have to approach him like a cat. He has to get used to it first.
After a couple of days of him pretending, you decide your best course of action is catch him by surprise when he's comfortable with you.
You're both sitting in the couch facing each other, the TV as background noise, and he's been blabbering about an old exciting mission he had (which you asked him for details), so you listen attentively and wait for him to finish for the ambush.
"So that was it... How I miss those times! It was so much fun." "Yeah, I can imagine. It sounds exciting" you say as you move a string of white hair from his face and look at him endearingly.
"Gojo..." you start. "Y/n..." he mimicks your tone.
"Are you okay?"
The exaggerated, confused and disbelieving look he gives you, give you all the answers you needed.
"You're asking if I'm okay?" he chuckles and if this was a different situation, you would laugh at his pathetic attempt to sound casual, but since you're worried you can only give him a neutral look, expecting him to continue. "Of course I'm okay, why wouldn't I, dear?"
"Well... I've seen you very down lately."
"...What do you mean? I'm... the same as always...?" He moves uncomfortably in his spot, instinctively distancing a bit a way from you. He tenses and you notice a bit of panic in his gaze and your heart sinks a little.
"...It doesn't have to be now, but I wanted you to know you can talk to me about everything, any thought or worry that crosses your mind, anytime. I'm your girlfriend. I'm your lover. I love you and I'm your number one supporter, always." You never stop eye contact. He looks around and then back at you, uneasy.
"You're not alone. It doesn't matter how strong you are, you don't have to carry out those burdens alone. You don't have to carry your heavy thoughts alone. We can carry them together. That's why I'm with you. I'm on your side." You give him a kind smile and he freezes.
He looks at you almost paralyzed and you wait. Then he gets up from the couch and you panic, thinking you might have said the wrong thing and you scared him away.
Instead, he stretches his arms, his body in direction to your spot but without looking directly at you. He looks at the ceiling and sighs. Then, while gazing at the floor, mutters "What if those thoughts are too heavy for you?"
You exhale, realizing you had been containing your breath all this time. You smile at him. "They are heavy to you because they are yours. They wouldn't be heavy to me since I don't live them as you do. I would help you relieve them a bit. They wouldn't personally affect me like they do to you... What does affect me is seeing you suffering them all alone like this... when I'm here for you."
He looks at you like he knows what you say makes sense, but he's scared to believe it.
"Satoru... what has you so worried like this?"
He now turns his back at you but without moving from his place. He puts his hands in his pockets. "It's not important... It's stupid... I'll... get over it" he whispers.
You get up from your spot and hurry to him. You cup his face with your hands and while he doesn't look directly at you, he doesn't refuses your touch. "Dear... if it gets you like this, of course it's important. If it bothers you, worries you, annoys you, it's important. It's not stupid." He looks at you and there's a glimpse of hope in his eyes.
"And no matter what you think or anyone says, even if you're the strongest in the world... you're still human. You're still Satoru. You still deserve support when something upsets you." You caress his face delicately. "So... tell me."
He looks at the ceiling and groans, then looks at you again."You win." You chuckle and he you follows through.
You both stare at each other while smiling, so lovingly that your love almost feels tangible.
You both sit in the couch again and it's a bit difficult for him to start at first, but he opens up.
He spends the night talking about it, you offer kind and comforting words, caresses and kisses all over him.
While there isn't a clear solution at the moment, you left him feeling understood and listened. He looks visibly relaxed when you go to sleep.
The next day, he wakes up you up by shaking you and opening the curtains at full speed.
"Y/n, y/n! The store I told you about opened up again! Hurry up, lazy!"
You groan while getting up, but you stare at him dressing and looking at himself in the mirror. This time his calm smile reaches his eyes and your heart flutters.
That's all you wanted; him being happy and you helping him to be so.
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roseheartsed · 3 months ago
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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄... (HEARTSLABYUL)
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✼ SUMMARY: being in love with the members of heartslabyul entails little antics as such...
✼ PAIRING: heartslabyul x reader. (you/your pronouns used!)
✼ GENRE: fluff, slightest bits of comedy.
✼ QUICK WARNINGS: reader is referred to as adorable and cute a few times, lowercase intended.
✼ KEYWORDS: words in bold are emphasized traits.
✼ A/N: making this was very fun! now that the heartslabyul edition is finished, i imagine i'll turn this into a series for all the dorms. i hope you will have a good time reading this small piece! — bree ☆
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𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙳𝙻𝙴 𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃𝚂. riddle straightening your uniform with an exasperated yet fond sigh. having a routine where he sees you off to your dorm after school without ever missing a day (unless there's an urgent meeting). study dates where riddle pokes your forehead with his finger (gently and affectionately) everytime you nod off to sleep. giving him an encouraging nod when he tries to handle a student that broke the rules more 'leniently'. tending to the croquet hedgehogs together away from the prying eyes of others. seeing the smile on riddle's face as he lovingly says, "you did extremely well today, as expected of my lover," when there is no one around.
𝚃𝚁𝙴𝚈 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁. eating homemade muffins that trey bakes specially for you. baking dates with only the two of you and getting flour smeared all over your cheeks. trey resting his hand on your head and giving you headpats at random times of the day (as a greeting, as a goodbye, when he talks to you, etc because "he just feels inclined to pat naturally adorable things.") reminding you to brush your teeth before you go to bed. telling you stories about his siblings back home. trey becoming your personal tutor who helps you with lessons you can't comprehend and giving you a forehead kiss as a reward.
𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙳𝙸𝙰𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙳. mentions of your name in almost 85% of the captions on his magicam posts. keeping a folder full of his selfies with you, but there is also another folder filled with candid shots of you that he took when he didn't want to bother you. receiving a 'good morning! do your best today, OKOK?' message from him every morning. asking you to adjust his hair tie for him because it feels 'loose' (he's teasing again, isn't he?). jotting down special events about you in his calendar (your birthday, anniversaries, when you held hands together for the first time, etc) and remembers all of them to a t. cater tucking your hair strands back into their places when they get into your face. making a playlist of songs that remind him of you and sending them to you.
𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙾𝙻𝙰. listening to your day and complaining about it together with you. poking fun at you about how much you must've missed him when he literally just came back from a 5-minute bathroom break. ace scratching the back of his head with a light scoff and reddening cheeks when you tease him back. buying you some snacks from the cafeteria that you didn't ask for but he still bought them anyway. slinging an arm around you when you're next to him. running towards you and accidentally tackling you over every single time when he has good news. ruffling your hair with a snicker during times when he's teasing you.
𝙳𝙴𝚄𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝙿𝙰𝙳𝙴. deuce getting shy and choking on air when you want to hold hands. a soft smile resting on his face everytime you cross his mind. offering to carry your things for you (especially heavy stuff, let him handle it!). profusely denying when someone teases him about you until deuce's neck feels sore from shaking his head so hard. tries to save up madol so he can buy things that would make you happy. leting out his punk side when you are getting bothered by bullies and not even realizing it happens until afterwards. muses to himself about how he wants to introduce you to his mother someday.
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© 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐝, february 2022. do not repost, plagiarize nor translate without permission, thank you.
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luveline · 26 days ago
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How about Remus and r have two little boys but they’re complete mamas boys and he gets jealous bc he wants to spend time with r. But it’s fluffy and wholesome
thank you so much for your request this is SO CUTE <3
Obviously, he loves to look at you and the boys. Sitting on the sofa with one son in your lap and the other firmly embedded under one of your arms, a throw blanket over the three of you and a children's movie on the TV, his small family look like there's nowhere they'd rather be. 
He's melting, but he finds he's envious, too, and not in the way he expects. The kids have always loved your approval and your affections that tiny bit more. He never begrudges them that - he fell in love with you years before they did, and has fallen that little bit more with each day. It's unsurprising that they love you so. You're everything. 
Maybe that's why he's jealous. He wants to weasle into your side or lay out in your lap, bask in the pure light and warmth that is your embrace. There's not really enough room on the two seater sofa for him (he's found through trying, desperately, to sit with you). The boys complain something awful and he can't be bothered with disturbing the peace. 
And you look so happy. So so happy, the kind of expression he only ever seen with him. He's brilliantly happy, and he's jealous. He's not stupid enough to deny it. 
Maybe you can feel it, feel his gaze, because your eyes turn to find him where he's sitting in the big armchair, all soft and tired. 
"You okay, baby?" you ask worriedly. 
The youngest in your lap turns to glance at him and when he sees everything is fine ignores your quiet voices over the film. 
"I'm fine," he says, unconvincing. 
You frown at him and shift underneath your kids. He really does love you more everyday, chest aching at the concern and familiarity on your face. 
You move your arm from around the youngest and hold it out, stretching over the table between you both. You wiggle your fingers. He sits up properly and reaches for your hand, fingers slotting together like they always do, practically moulded for each other at this point. 
"I miss you, handsome," you tell him. Then, to the boys, "If only these lovely little boys would share me with their darling father." 
Again, the youngest ignores you both. The older of the two looks from the TV, sees your joined hands, and gets a little spike of his own jealousy. He climbs down from the sofa and crawls into Remus' lap, limbs suddenly longer than Remus remembers them being, going every which way.
"Alright, up we come." Remus keeps a hold of your hand even as he pulls your son up onto his chest with a groan. Your son wiggles. "How's that?" he asks his baby, brushing the hair back from his eyes. He looks like you so much like you, Remus can't help pressing his lips against that tiny, unemished forehead. 
He mumbles and wraps a small arms around Remus' neck, attention back on the television. 
You squeeze Remus' fingers to gather his attention, smiling like you know everything he's thinking. You usually do. Remus smiles back, finds the jealousy abates for the time being, hugging his little love close and holding your hand until his arms ache.  
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