#for one of the posts though :p shes doing heavy lifting giving me so many post ideas lately

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𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒏

🕊️a whore's fairytale masterlist🕊️

summary - when snow white (you) escapes into the woods to escape the queen's order to kill, she learns that not all strangers should be trusted.

warning - smut, swearing, choking, under a spell, dubcon, creampie, slight angst, death, breaking and entering, jealousy, oral sex, kidnapping/entrapment, attempted poisoning and murder, group sex, groping, dark content.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

The Queen sneers, staring at herself in the mirror. “Mirror, mirror, on the wall.” Her eyes squint, and her back straightens. “Who is the fairest of them all?” The answer she was expecting wasn’t what the mirror gave her. 

“Y/n is the fairest of them all.” The Magic Mirror spoke, a live video of you playing before her, your sweet self hums to the animals, pulling a small bucket from the well, capturing the attention of the many people that pass by. 

“What?!” She screams, and her face becomes red with anger. “No one is more fair than I! The Queen must have the best of everything. Everyone knows that. What could be more fair?” 

“Y/n is the fairest of them all!” The Mirror repeats, not caring for the tantrum the Queen is throwing. 

“What do you know? You’re a mirror!” She huffs, rolling her eyes and storming off. A plan sets in motion as she heads to where the huntsman rests, ordering him to take you out of the equation. 

You had spent your time running through the woods, away from your horrid stepmother and the huntsman that she had sent after you. Your hands clutched your skirt, lifting it from the ground, and your bare feet dodged the many sticks and rocks. Your breath is heavy, and you can hear his footsteps catching up to you. “Little Snow! You can’t run from me! The Queen ordered me to kill you!” You gasp, picking up your pace, desperately trying to distance yourself from him. 

You squeal and cry as your foot gets caught on a root sticking out of the ground. You fall forward, tumbling for a few seconds until you end up on your back. Fat tears cover your cheeks, your eyes are puffy, your hair is ruffled, and your once-beautiful dress is ruined, ripped and dirty. You can hear your heart pounding in your ears as the huntsman appears in your vision, “P–please! You don’t have to do this! I–I won’t tell anyone if you let me go! Please!” You cry you beg, you plead. Your hands curl into the ground, crushing the dirt into your palms. You don’t notice the magic flowing through you and into the ground. You are so caught up in begging the man not to take your life. 

He shakes his head. “I have to. I was given an order.” His head continues to shake, clutching the knife as he desperately doesn’t want to kill you. “If I return and the Queen finds out I didn’t obey, she’ll kill me.” 

You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling the tears slip past, and your lips tremble. You nod, accepting your fate. You wouldn’t be able to escape this. “O–okay. If taking my life means you get to keep yours, okay.” You breathe in and out, a soft sob passing your lips. Your brows furrow as you are met with silence before a crunch and a groan follow it. You slowly peek your eyes open, wondering what caused the noise, and a shocked sob escapes you when you notice a giant black wolf on top of the huntsman. Yellow eyes stare back at you, and you feel oddly calm before standing on shaky legs. It’s as though the animal is giving you enough time to escape. “T–thank you.” You take off running again, the sky becoming dark as night falls, heading in the opposite direction of the castle. 

You happen to stumble across a wooden cabin tucked away in the middle of nowhere. You rush forward, rapidly knocking on the door. “S–someone! Is anybody there?! I need help, please!” The door is pushed open from your knocks, and you cautiously enter as you receive no reply, looking around. “Hello?” When you don’t get a response, you decide to take a closer look. “Such a dirty place…” You think out loud, “Maybe if I clean up a bit, whoever lives here may help me.” You nod to yourself and walk over to a broom that rests against the wall and grab hold of it. You get swept away cleaning and then cooking before you slowly make your way upstairs, noticing seven large beds, making you wonder who lives here. 

“I hope they won’t mind if I…” You ponder, going over to a bed that reads ‘CRANKY’ and sitting for what was supposed to be a second. The moment your body hits the mattress, your eyes flutter closed, and a deep slumber hits you with full force. 

You wake to someone or something poking you. Your eyes flutter open, blinking as you notice many different men surrounding you. You gasp, scooting to the headboard, pulling your knees to your chest. “Oh, please don’t kill me! I–I promise I didn’t do anything wrong!” Your bottom lip wobbles and your gaze shoots between theirs frantically, wondering if the Queen also sent them. 

A man with blue eyes and his hair in a man bun scoffs. He crosses his arms over his chest, and your eyes land on one of them being shiny. “Who are you? And what are you doing in my bed?” A growl practically escapes his lips, and his eyes scan your body with a lick of his lips. 

You gasp, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know! I–” You're cut off as you try to get out, but a larger man stops you. His light blue eyes and blonde hair cause your breath to catch in your throat. 

He shakes his head with a soft smile. “Don’t listen to him, ma’am. We are just startled, is all.” He turns his head, glaring at his best friend before looking back down at you. “Now, why don’t you introduce your pretty self and explain why you think we would kill you?” He sits at the end of the bed, resting a comforting hand on your leg. 

“Oh, I do apologise. Where are my manners? My name is Y/n, but I am more known as Snow White.” The men are shocked, wondering what the princess is doing in their cabin. “The Queen is trying to have me killed, and I don’t know why. S–she sent the huntsman out, and he chased me through the woods until I was able to escape, and that is how I stumbled across your home.” 

A throat clears, and you turn your head to look at another man who’s built like a bear, with pretty blue eyes and blackish hair. “She wouldn’t be trying to kill you for no reason. Tell us what you really did. You can’t really be that innocent.” 

“I–I swear–” The man touching your leg interrupts you, giving you a soft look.

“It’s okay. You don’t need to explain yourself. I can see that you are innocent. I mean.” He looks around at the men with his brows raised. “What innocent person would break into someone’s home and decide to clean and cook? The breaking in part obviously doesn’t sound great, but look at her. She needs help.”

The man with the blackish hair speaks again while nodding. “You’re right. I apologise. We’ve been rude and haven’t introduced ourselves. My name is Clark, but these bastards call me Bossy.”

The man touching your leg smiles. “And I’m Steve, better known as Brawny.” He points to the man with a permanent scowl on his face. “That’s Bucky. We call him Cranky, though.” Bucky rolls his eyes, wondering why the hell they haven’t moved you from his bed yet. Though, he has been having a great time imagining you tied to it while he pleasures you.

Another man with a flirty smile leans against the bed, coming close to your face. “I’m Johnny, yet these guys call me Sleazy. No idea why. I would’ve said Flirty.” Johnny wiggles his brows, loving the shy look that crosses your face.

A man with a beanie and dirty face and hands nods. “I’m Curtis, known as Dirty around these wankers.”

Your eyes land on a man drinking what seems to be alcohol, and his eyes are half-lidded as he stares at you. “I’m Dean or Tipsy. Whatever you prefer, but I’m hoping to make you scream one of them later.” Your eyes widen.

Your attention is pulled away from Dean or Tipsy to a darker man touching your arm, looking at you with a smirk. “I’m Sam, baby. But you can call me Horny.” You blink, stunned, never having heard such words come out of a person’s mouth before, but you know that you cannot judge as you did break into their home.

“O–oh, it’s nice to meet you all. Such interesting names.” You fold your hands in your lap and look around at each one of the men. “I would like to cook you, men, some dinner as a thank you for not kicking me out.” You watch as they nod, and you give a soft smile to Steve, who helps you off the bed. You head down the stairs, and all seven men follow behind, watching your hips sway beneath the dress. They sit, watching as you start to heat the food. It’s magical to them. You turn around, the food nearly ready. “Please go and wash up before dinner.” 

“What? No.” Bucky growls, refusing to get up from the seat while the other men immediately stand and head out. Steve grabs hold of his best friend and drags him out, ignoring the shouts and yells. “Steve! Steve! Stop!” 

You shake your head, turning back toward the pot, stirring it before you turn off the stove and grab hold of it, bringing it to the table and setting it down. “Dinner!” You watch as the door swings open, and the men walk back in with smiles, smelling clean. “Don’t you men look dashing!” They thank you before taking a seat, watching you with wide eyes as you fill their bowls with the delicious-smelling stew. 

Clark tilts his head as you take the pot back to the sink, noticing that you didn’t make a bowl for yourself. “Are you not eating with us?” The other men stop with their spoons midair, looking between you and Clark. “Come, sit. You deserve to eat the food you cooked.” Clark pats his thigh, raising a brow when you don’t move. “I’m called Bossy for a reason. Now, sit.” You scurry over, taking a seat on his thigh, feeling a weird tingling sensation between your legs as you feel how thick his thighs are. “Good girl.” He nods to everyone, and you all begin to eat. Clark occasionally brings the spoon to your mouth, feeding the two of you. 

During the night, you get to know all of the men, laughing and listening to stories. Steve stands, clearing his throat. “I hate to interrupt this wonderful evening, but we have work tomorrow., and I think it is best if we get some rest” The others agree, and you get up to bid them goodnight, practically tucking them into their beds and placing soft kisses onto their foreheads. You are about to head back downstairs, needing to find somewhere to rest, but Steve stops you. “Y/n, here.” You spin, heading over to him with furrowed brows, wondering what he is talking about. He pulls back the blanket and pats the space next to him. 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude more than I have.” You gnaw on your bottom lip, feeling like you’ve been a bother. “I can find somewhere else to sleep. I saw a blanket downstairs.” Steve gives you a look that makes you quickly crawl into the bed, and your body shivers when you realise how cold you’ve been compared to the warm man. Your body curls into his larger one, sighing as sleep takes over you before you can even register.

You wake to birds chirping and the sun shining through, your eyes flutter open, and you stretch your arms above your head. You slowly pull Steve’s arm off of you and get out of bed, making your way downstairs, and you decide to prepare breakfast for the kind men. You cook eggs, bacon, pancakes, and a fruit platter, wanting to give them a filling meal for their big day. You smile and turn as you hear the men bound down the stairs, dressed for work with hunger in their eyes. “Good morning! I thought I’d make you guys some breakfast before you go. I hope you don’t mind.” 

They smile, thanking you before sitting down. The same happens as the night before. Clark pulls you into his lap and feeds you some of his breakfast, ensuring you also get to eat. You stand once you finish, gathering the dishes and walking over to the sink, gently placing them down before walking to the door and handing the men their coats.

Clark is the first one to grab his coat, thanking you. “I hope you have a good day today.” You lean up, resting your hand on his muscular arm and kiss his cheek softly. Clark smirks, tipping his head before walking out the door.

Steve is next. Once his coat is on, he leans down for you to reach his cheek. “Thank you, Snow.” Steve turns his head and returns the favour, kissing your cheek and smiling as you become shy. 

Bucky huffs, “Can we hurry this up? We have work to do if you haven’t noticed.” But everyone ignores him, and he watches with envy as you continue to give each man a kiss.

Curtis gently takes his jacket from your tiny hands, closing his eyes as he feels your soft lips on his cheek. A smile on your face, “Have a good day, sweetheart.”

Johnny walks up next, smirking at you and already leaning down. You give him a soft smile and lean forward, but he turns his head last second, and you gasp. “I–I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!” You freak, staring wide-eyed at the happy man. 

“Don’t worry bout it, Baby.” Johnny winks, giving your arse a smooth pinch before strolling out. You feel your body and cheeks heat up, eyes still wide as you watch him leave.

“Well damn. He did it before me.” Dean rolls his eyes, slapping your arse after you give him a kiss as well. “Doesn’t matter. Have a good day, Sugar.”

Sam pulls you close, tapping his cheek before resting his hands on your hips. He groans as you lean up and kiss his cheek softly. His hands move down and squeeze your cheeks, pulling you even closer. “Mmm, Snow. You make a man so feral.” 

Once Sam leaves, it leaves the last man, the crankiest of the lot. Bucky grumbles, going to reach for his coat, but you pull back slightly and give him a pout. He rolls his eyes, bending slightly, and when you gently kiss his cheek, his whole face grows pink. “Whatever.” Bucky clears his throat and quickly leaves, leaving you in their cabin all by your lonesome, not prepared for what is to happen next. 

You hum to yourself, beginning to clean the place. You don’t notice the magic swirling around you, calling the forest animals to the cabin, some even helping you clean. You wash the men’s clothes, and the birds hang them along the line. You are so lost in your own world that you don’t notice an older woman watching you from the shadows, a scowl on her face, but the older woman also doesn’t notice the large black wolf watching her. 

You giggle, leaning over to pet the cute little bunny that hops in your direction before you walk inside the house. Your hands become busy as you begin to prepare another apple pie, continuing to hum to yourself. “Excuse me.” You turn, hearing a knock at the open window and someone talking. You smile softly, walking closer to the older woman. “I–I’m so sorry for bothering you. I am just a poor old woman trying her best to sell some delicious apples.” 

You lean against the counter, peeking over the window sill and looking at the basket of apples. “That is perfect! I’m baking an apple pie and in need of some apples!” You give an innocent smile to the older woman.

She reaches her hand into the basket and grabs a big red apple that sits at the top. “Take a look at this big red apple.” She holds it up to your face, watching you stare at it in wonder at how perfect it looks. Your hands slowly reach up to touch it, but the woman jerks it back. “Lovely, isn’t it? But you cannot touch without a price.” 

You gnaw on your bottom lip, looking between the woman and the apple with furrowed brows. You desperately needed more apples to make the pie. It had to be perfect. “I need that apple… But I, uh, I don’t have any money.” 

She thinks, knowing that this apple contains something horrible. The Queen realised there was no point in a price when she would finally have you dead. That was good enough. “Oh, my dear. No need to worry for a first-time customer. I will let you have this apple for free.” You look at her, shocked, cupping the apple as she hands it to you. She watches you, desperately wanting you to take a bite out of it in front of her, but she doesn’t get her hopes up.

“Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! How can I ever repay you? You are so kind. Please let me give you something!” You go over and grab a plate of freshly baked biscuits, heading back over to her. She tries to refuse, but you persist. “Oh please, It wouldn’t feel right if I were to take this for free. Please take as many as you want.”

“Okay, thank you. That is kind of you, my dear.” The older woman takes one, bidding you goodbye before disappearing into the shadows again, wanting to watch what unfolds. Her eyes widen as she watches you begin to cut the apple, mixing it into the mixture of the pie. She thought the call of the apple would cause you not to resist a taste. “Oh, no, no, no! This won’t end well. You stupid girl, you should’ve eaten the apple yourself.” She huffs, stomping her foot. “The poison only works for those it is intended for… If she serves it to others, it can have side effects, and I do not need that in my hands.” She growls to herself, knowing that she will have to put a stop to this or kill more people than intended. 

Before the Queen can return to the cabin, she is met with the giant black wolf. Its teeth bared as it growled. She scoffs, waving it off. “Be a good puppy and leave. You can’t destroy the Queen.” Her eyes widen as your hums begin again as you place the pie in the oven, and she realises that you are the one controlling the animals, even if you don’t know you are. In the moment of shock, the wolf lunges, and your sweet melodies drown out her screams.

You are happy with how the pie has turned out, placing it on the window sill to cool down. You wait patiently for the men to return home, sitting curled up in a chair with a book between your hands. You’ve made the house more into a home, having gone out and picked some pretty flowers to put in a vase, gathering some wood for the fireplace, and keeping the food warm for when they walk through the door, their clothes all folded neatly. You stand when you hear them, their voices carrying through the air. 

Clark opens the door with a smile, “Hello, Little Snow. I notice that you’ve been busy.” He moves past you, brushing his hand across your hip as he moves to the pot, smelling the delicious scent. 

The rest of the men enter, Steve, being the second after taking his shoes off and giving you a large grin. “Snow! Did you have a good day?” You nod, giggling as he brings you into a hug. He lets go of you and walks over to the pot also, not used to coming home to dinner already prepared.

“Sugar!” Johnny enters, pulling you into him immediately by gripping your arse in his large hands, causing a squeak to fall from your lips. “You look so good. I could just eat you up.” He grumbles when Dean and Sam push him to the side. “The hell?” 

“You're hogging her,” Dean grunts, pulling you against him, and your eyes widen when you feel him grope you so freely. “Hey, sweetheart. You’re so tiny.” He blinks down at you, and you get a whiff of the alcohol already on his breath. 

Sam grows annoyed, pushes Dean out of his way and pulls you against him also. “Don’t hog Snow here. I want some too.” His large hands grip your arse, rubbing his bulge against you, groaning softly. “How you doing, baby?” 

Curtis and Bucky stand near the entrance, watching everything unfold. You smile softly at Sam as you let go, walking over to the two men and ignoring the shocked gasp they let out as you pull them into a hug, greeting them with your kindness. “Come, sit. Dinner’s ready, and I’ve made a pie for dessert!” You skip over, waiting for them all to take their seats before you grab the pot and serve the food. Dinner goes well, and it’s finally time for them to taste your sweet pie. You walk over to the pie, carefully picking it up before bringing it to the table and serving them a slice each. “I hope you guys enjoy.” 

The moment the pie hits their tongues, the magic begins to flow through everything and everyone, eyes turning a bright pink for a split second before they let out soft groans from the flavour that explodes on their tastebuds. You don’t notice anything that has happened. You are too happy to see that they enjoyed your baking. 

The atmosphere in the room has changed. Every single man in the room felt their heartbeat quicken and their breathing become heavier. Their eyes are half-lidded, and their members harden, growing rapidly in their pants. It seems their gaze is set on you, eyes darkening as they look you up and down, slowly getting out of their chairs and surrounding you. 

“That was a great pie, Little Snow,” Clark growls, getting closer. “But I want to taste something a little bit sweeter.” You squeal as Steve and Bucky hold you, ensuring you can’t move as Clark kneels, lifting your dress and letting out a thick groan when he realises you haven’t been wearing anything underneath, your folds slick with your juices. “Aren’t you a dirty little girl? Wearing nothing while staying with a bunch of men.” You moan as he surges forward, licking from your hole to your swollen button. “Fuck, she tastes so much better than that pie.” Your walls clench when Clark moves close again, gripping your thighs as he nuzzles his face into your soaking cunt, licking and sucking. 

You whine as Steve grips your chin, turning you to face him and locking his lips with yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth. Bucky groans. The hand that isn’t gripping you moves to your plump breasts and squeezes and fondles them. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as Clark begins to suck on your swollen clit. You whimper into Steve’s mouth before gasping as a finger softly pokes against your entrance, breaching into it with a slow thrust. Your head falls back onto Steve and Bucky’’s shoulders, not noticing the other men rubbing their bulges through their pants, watching the scene before them with dark eyes. 

A choked whine escapes you when Clark curls his fingers while Bucky and Steve suck on your hardened nipples, swirling their tongues around. Your back arches, hands gripping their shirts as your vision becomes white and your juices flow out of your sopping cunt, covering Clark’s smirking face. “Fuck, Little Snow. You taste even more divine.” He curls his fingers in, happily watching how you twitch, your arousal still flowing out. “Men, clear the table. We are in need of a different kind of dessert.” He commands, standing to his full height and stepping aside. 

Steve and Bucky pull you toward the table, carefully setting you down and stepping back. All of the men stand and admire how beautifully blissed out you look. Johnny stumbles forward, his hardened member already hanging out of his pants, and you gasp as your gaze falls upon it. “T–that won’t fit…” You begin to shake your head as he slips between your spread legs, pulling you flush against him. 

Johnny smirks, tapping your cheek. “Dumb little sugar. I’ll make it fit. You’re so fucking wet. I’ll slide in so easily.” He reaches down and grips his throbbing base, tapping his leaking tip against your swollen clit before lining up against your entrance. Johnny groans when he pushes in, gasping at how tight you are around him. “Oh god! You feel so good, Sugar.” His hands grip your hips, slowly pulling out before thrusting into you harder. A grin forms on his face at how your eyes roll to the back of your head, letting out a sob as his tip hits your sweet spot.

You are suddenly lifted, and your eyes widen when you feel something poking your already stretched hole. Your head turns slightly, and you notice Sam giving you a cheeky smile, “Don’t worry, Snow. I’m just gonna join in on the fun.” You gasp when he slowly begins to push in, stretching you even more alongside Johnny. Sam’s head falls back, and he groans, “Holy fuck! You’re so fucking tight!” His grip tightens on your hips, and the thrusting begins between the two men. When one pushes in, the other pulls out, and your screams fill the cabin. Johnny pulls you into a deep kiss while Sam grips your hips and pounds hard into you. “Oh man, can you feel how tight she is?” 

Johnny nods, groaning. “Fuck yes! I don’t think I’m going to last long!” His pace picks up, slamming harder and faster into you before he buries his face into your neck as thick amounts of cum spurt out of his angry tip. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” Johnny slips out of your stretched hole, sagging into a chair as Sam pulls you down, pounding into you from behind, thrusting Johnny’s cum deeper into you. Your mouth falls open, and your eyes roll into the back of your head as Sam slams into your sweet spot, causing your walls to clench around his thick member and your juices to squirt out of you.

“Good little princess,” Sam growls into your ear, slamming his cock harder into you before burying inside of you, releasing his cum deep into you. “Fuck.” Sam moves back, the magic draining out of him, and he sags next to Johnny, their eyes fluttering closed. 

You squeal when you feel someone grabbing the back of your head before you start gagging as Curtis shoves his thick member into your mouth, thrusting in and out. “Jesus.” His head falls back, and his eyes half-lidded. “You’re mouth is so warm.” His hands hold your head, and he pulls out slowly before thrusting in again. You moan around him, swirling your tongue around his swollen tip before starting to suck, loving the salty taste that lands on your tastebuds. 

Dean smirks, gripping his throbbing member and tapping his angry tip against your used folds. He lifts your hips before sliding in, groaning at how tight you feel wrapped around him. “Damn, sweetheart. How are you still so fucking tight? You were just stretched by two cocks.” He begins to set his pace, pounding into you, pushing you to choke on Curtis’s cock. “Go on, sweetheart. Choke on his cock.” He groans, fucking into you faster. His tip repeatedly hits your sweet spot, loving how you feel as you squeeze his cock. “Shit! I’m so fucking close!” 

While Dean is busy chasing his orgasm, Curtis holds your head down and thrusts into your throat. His head rolls back as you moan around his member. “Such a sweet mouth for a sweet woman.” Fat tears roll down your cheeks, gagging around him, and your eyes roll to the back of your head when Dean fills you, setting off your orgasm, causing your arousal to coat him, and the vibrations from your moans cause Curtis to groan and release deep into your mouth, gripping your chin until you swallow and show him. “Good girl.” 

You whine as both men pull out and watch through blurry eyes as they also sag into the chairs. Your head flops down onto the hardwood table, breathing heavily. “Do you think we are done with you, Doll?” Bucky steps up, a pink swirl in his eyes as he peers down at your used form. “There’s still three of us.” You gasp when he picks you up, wrapping your legs loosely around his hips while lining his tip with your entrance. Steve steps behind you, and his hand strokes his cock up and down. Your eyes roll back, and your head flops onto Steve’s shoulder as Bucky pushes in. A loud whine escapes you when Steve follows suit, slipping his giant cock through your tiny hole. 

Both men begin to take turns pounding in and out of you. Clark steps forward and grips your chin, turning your head to capture your lips with his. “Who knew Snow White was secretly a whore. You like being used by seven men, honey?” You moan, nodding and clutching onto whoever you can. Clark grips your throat softly, making your dazed eyes look at him. “Of course you do. Only a little whore like you would like being used. No wonder the Queen wanted to get rid of you.” He moves closer, smirking as Steve and Bucky pick up their pace, causing your mind to go fuzzy. “She couldn’t have any competition because you’d end up stealing the attention of men away from her.” You nod along, barely hearing anything that leaves his mouth, too focused on the intense pleasure coming from between your legs. 

Steve presses forward, his hands kneading your breasts as he buries himself deeper inside you. “You feel so good, Snow.” He begins to kiss your collarbone and shoulders, groaning as you tighten around him. He picks up his pace, feeling his balls tighten and his cock twitch, a loud groan escapes him as cum spurts out of him, filling you to the brim. “Fuck…” He pulls out, sagging into a chair, his eyes falling closed. 

Bucky moves you, pushing you against a wall and pounding hard into you. “Fuck, take my fucking cock.” He grunts, bouncing you against his thrusts, filling you repeatedly. “You better take my fucking cum, slut. It’s what you are made for.” His metal hand wraps around your throat and squeezes, feeling his cock throb when your eyes widen and your walls spasm, squeezing the life out of his cock. “Oh, what a dirty little slut you are. Who would’ve known you liked being choked.” Bucky smirks before he grunts, burying himself deep inside you and releasing large amounts of cum. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” The moment he pulls out, his body does the same as the others, and before you can fall, Clark catches you and gives you a dark smile. 

“Oh, poor Little Snow. You should’ve chosen another cabin.” Your eyes widen when his eyes flash, and his cock fills you immediately. Even though the Queen was dead, it didn’t mean her minions died along with her. They just now had a mind of their own, a darker, more twisted mind. Your moans and screams echo outside the cabin. Clark’s member was bigger than the others, practically splitting you open. He growls, gripping your throat tightly. “You better find a way to wake the others when I’m done with you because you are ours now.” You are suddenly bent over the table, surrounded by the sleeping men, your nails dig into the wood, and your eyes roll into the back of your head as Clark slams deep into you. 

Your vision goes white as he repeatedly hits your sweet spot. Your juices squirt out and cover him and everything around. Your head hits the table as he continues before filling you with his cum, mixing with the others. You barely have time to register Clark’s body dropping as the magic leaves him. You shakingly stand, your legs wobbling, and you grip the table beneath as you look around and take in the sleeping bodies, or so you thought. You stumble over to the closet man, which happens to be Steve and feel his pulse. 

Your eyes widen, and your body drops as a wail escapes you, magic exploding from your body as you release every emotion you’ve been keeping in. Your eyes begin to close, and the last thing you hear is the men coming back to life, their hands grabbing you and bringing you upstairs. 

Come morning. You would learn never to trust strangers. 

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Locker Room

Pairing: shy nerdy g!p wanda maximoff x popular cheerleader reader

This is the fic for the request I got literally so long ago I’ll put the request as the summary, I just started winter break so i’m gonna try to write sorry I haven’t posted in forever school has been on my ass

summary: Hiiii, I saw that you were taking requests and I just had to ask, could you do awkward emo!wanda and cheerleader!r where they’re both in high school or college and wanda likes r nd gets all shy and embarrassed around her, so r takes advantage of this and tries to make her as flustered as she can..and wanda

can’t take the teasing one day so she builds up the confidence to ask her out which eventually leads to them having sex in the girls locker room 🤭

warnings: wanda has a penis, oral (w receiving), heavy make out, smut, foul language, there isn’t really that much smut sorry

Even in her sophomore year of college Wanda was still nervous to talk to girls. She wasn’t the most social person, which played a part in it. It wasn’t that she wasn’t attractive enough to get girls, believe me she was.

She had an athletic build and long flowy hair. She ran track in high school and ever since then maintained the abs and the muscles she acquired from that, by joining the soccer team in college. Wanda was the MVP player, which gave her a lot of female admirers. Many of the females at her games, especially the cheerleaders, would make passes at her but she was too oblivious and shy to notice.

Ever since freshman year the only person that Wanda had her eyes on was you. You were on the cheerleading squad, and well known for your looks and popularity. You also liked Wanda, but for some reason she always rejected your advances.

Tonight was the celebration party for the girls soccer team after winning the tournament. The whole team and all the cheerleaders would be there.

Wanda was nervous to go knowing that parties weren’t usually her scene. Even though she was expected to go since she scored the winning goal and led her team to victory.

You and the other cheerleaders were in the locker room getting ready, before you left for the stadium to join the party.

“I’m gonna try to get with Maximoff tonight” you said to your friends while finishing up your makeup.

“Oh, really?” your friend Maria asked, “She’s so nerdy and shy and awkward all the time.”

You smiled and thought back to a couple of days ago when you tried to flirt with her.

Wanda was standing outside of the soccer locker room, right after practice. She was wearing a muscle tee showing off her toned arms and covered in sweat.

“Hey Wans.” You said to her after sauntering over to her, while putting your hand on her arm. “You looked real good during your practice.”

Wanda’s face turned red and she felt herself getting nervous again. “Oh thanks y/n.” she said while nervously playing in her hair, “I was working on my form for the tournament.”

“Yeah, I bet you're gonna win it for us Wanda, and when you do i’ll give you something to celebrate.” You said in her ear with a seductive voice, before walking away with a sway to your hips.

Wanda let out a deep breath after you walked away, cursing herself after feeling her erection hardening.

As you reminisced in the memory of how cute Wanda looked all flustered you couldn’t help but wait for you to get to the party and see her. You just knew that tonight would be the night you would get your hands on her.

It was later that night and Wanda was talking to her friends from the soccer team, while nursing a drink at the party.

“I’m telling you Wanda, she wants you.” Natasha said, trying to convince her to go over and talk to you.

“No I don’t think so, she’s just friendly.” Wanda insisted while looking over at you.

You were at the other side of the party making eye contact with her, while seductively sucking your straw between your teeth. You lifted your hand and waved her over.

Wanda tensed and looked behind her, not believing you were beckoning her.

“She wants you, you idiot.”, Natasha laughed, as she shoved her over to you. “Good luck.” , she called out behind her

Wanda nervously walked over to you, wiping the sweat off of her palms on to her pants.

“Hi Wanda.” You husked looking up at her with your best doe eyes. “Let’s dance.”, you said, putting your drink down and leading her to the dance floor by the hand.

The song had just happened to change from some loud rap music to a slow and sexy RnB song. You used this to your advantage as you wrapped her arms around your waist and began to sway.

Wanda, tensed not knowing where to put her hands, trying to be respectful of her touches. You sensed this nervousness and placed her hands on your butt.

“You know Wanda, literally everyone has hit on me and asked me out except you. I’ve never had to make the first move like this. Do you not think I'm pretty, Wanda?” You said with that sickly sweet voice that drove Wanda crazy and iginitied a stir in her pants.

“Oh, no y/n definitely, i think you're absolutely gorgeous.” Wanda said nervously, careful to not hurt your feelings.

You turned around to face her with a smile, “That’s exactly what I was hoping you would say. You better come with me so I can give you your surprise for winning us the game.

You took her hand and led her through the crowd out of the party, into the locker room. You pushed her against the wall and kissed her roughly, grabbing handfuls of her arm muscles and abs.

“You know Wanda, I love when I talk to you after soccer practice. When you’re all sweaty and your muscles are all pumped. I use that time to tease you and get you all worked up, and secretly watch you sneak back into the locker room to take care of your little problem.”

Wanda’s lips parted when she felt your hand grip her length and slowly rub up and down.

“Damn Wanda you’re so hard.” You whispered in her ear. “You gonna fuck me?”

Wanda stammered too nervous to respond, lost in the pleasure of you rubbing her length.

“Or did you want me to fuck you?” You said with a smirk as you pushed her down onto the bench with a hand on her chest.

“Yes ma’am you can do whatever you want.” Wanda said repeatedly nodding

You slowly pulled down your panties from under your dress and threw them at her before loosening the straps on your shoulders and pulling the dress down.

Wanda put the panties in her pocket before you pulled her belt off and ripped her pants and boxers down.

You gripped her length, roughly stroking it up and down. Loving the way her face contorted in pleasure and over stimulation. You looked up at her with those big round eyes as you slowly sucked the tip between your lips, before going deeper and deeper.

“FUCK y/n” Wanda groaned thrusting her hips up into your mouth as she holds down your head. The muscles in her arms straining she roughly fucks your mouth. You hold onto her chest to brace yourself as you move your mouth faster.

“Damnit fuck that was so good y/n thank you” Wanda said flustered trying to catch her breath

“That’s so cute Wans, you don’t have to thank me.” You said looking up at her with a smile while licking your lips. “But I do know how you can repay me”…

#natasha romanoff smut #wandanat #fanfic #fiction #smut #wanda x y/n #wanda maximoff smut #scarlet witch #beefy wanda #wanda maximoff angst #wanda x fem!reader #wandavision #wanda maximoff fluff #shy wanda #wanda fanfic

[morgansunflower]

Mommy Was Kissing Batman 1/2

Bruce Wayne/Batman X Wife!Reader

Words:1535

Warnings:heavy angst, suggestive content

Batman and Batmom are separated after he kept one too many secrets from his wife. After Batmom is needed at the police station she asks her husband for help. Their four year old daughter sees something that scares her. Batman's lips locked on her mommy's unknown to whom is behind the mask.

Bruce's P. O. V

I sat on my chair in the Bat-cave. I hold Y/N's wedding ring that she threw at me. She took our daughter with her. I deserved such. I didn't tell her that, Jay was alive. It took time, she forgave me. I didn't deserve that. Then when she discovered I knew, Grayson was alive. She threw her ring at me giving it back and threw word's that stabbed me to my core. I've avoided our bedroom completely. I don't even want to think of stepping into my little girl's room. I am so scared she'll never forgive me. I feel vulnerable from the nightmares that plague my slumber.

Y/N's P. O. V

I sigh deeply staring at my phone. I had just got a call from, Jim. He had gotten injured and is off duty for the rest of the day. I am needed back at the station. I know, Bruce can be here within seconds. Though I am so angry. D/N, misses him. I take a shaky breath and call my husband. He swiftly answered.

-"are you and D/N safe? Are you both ok?"

"yes we're OK" I quickly answered feeling a deep feeling that he still loves me "look this isn't easy.. Jim called me and said their shorthanded at the station" I sigh deeply this is so hard "I'll only be gone for a few hour's.. Can you watch D/N?"

-"I'll be there in five"

"ok" I swiftly hang up before any conversation could go further

"mommy.." I turn seeing my little girl rubbing her eyes and holding her stuffed bat toy

"hey sweetheart.. How are you? Did you get a good night sleep?"

She nodded yawning I pick my sleepy daughter up.

"are we going home today?" she asked with a begging eyes that make my heart sink.

"not today sweetie but guess what?"

"what?" she asked with a little smile

"your daddy is coming to spend the day with you!" I cooed

"he is?! Really! I'm gonna wear my dress!"

I chuckled "what dress?"

"the dress daddy said that I looked like a princess!" she exclaimed

I laugh at her amusement and kiss her cheek. As I put her down she ran into her room. I step to my room and shut the door sighing. It's in this moment Bruce would steal a kiss from me. I dress into my police uniform. As I finish dressing. I hear the door bell ring. I step out of my bedroom seeing my little girl in her dress. She was adorable.

"is that daddy? I missed him so much!"

"I believe so" I said

I open the door seeing my husband. He softly smiled to me. I look away from him to our daughter.

"daddy!!" she exclaimed "you're here!"

"hello my dear" he picks her up and she squeezes his neck. I see Bruce's face soften

"I'll be back soon" I kiss my daughter's forehead "bye sweetheart"

"bye mommy" she said with a sweet smile

I glance to Bruce wanting to kiss him. I can't do this. I turn to leave.

"Y/N" he said with gentle tone

I turn facing him with a, saddened smile "yes" I asked

"stay safe"

I nodded and left my husband and, daughter. After taking a drug cartel down I stood in my office. It was a large for being the Assistant chief of police. I was given the private office after my promotion. I look at the picture frames. One picture of Grayson and I when he was twelve. I remember that day perfectly he had begged 'Aww c'mon Y/N well have fun!' I answered 'uh no you'll have fun getting me flustered in front of Bruce'. For two people to know each others cores and feel attracted to each other. Then to attempt to not fall in love with that person and then you realize, you see that you have already failed miserably. I haven't seen Grayson in 6 months and 5 day's. He wasn't mine by blood but I loved him just the same. I see a, reflection on my window. My heart physically jumps, and my breath hitches. I fear my eyes are deceiving me. I lift my head seeing glass double doors and then gasp breathing in shock seeing my little boy. I quickly stood up and rush to him. He opens the door and steps inside. I put my shaking hands on his cheeks.

"m-mom-m" he brokenly said

I began to stutter. I put pressure on his shoulders and gently shook my head.

"oh, son!" I tightly hugged his neck wanting to cry

He wraps his arms around me "it's good to see you Mom"

"oh Grayson" I mumbled "dammit" I kiss his head running my fingers through his hair, I cup his cheeks looking at his face "are you trying to give me grey hairs?!"

"I'm so sorry Mom" he said with a brittle voice, my heart sinks

To hear him say 'mom' to me again is something I was so scared I'd never hear from him again. I hold him close and gently rock him side to side, as if he was still my little boy. He kisses my temple.

"don't--" I feel my words choking as I nearly sob "e-ever" I couldn't continue but he knew what I meant

He nods "I know" he said genuinely hurt "please don't hate me or Bruce for keeping my--" he stammered with a heavy sigh "I know you're so angry"

I lift my head seeing his tears. I use my thumb to wipe his tears away.

"Richard Grayson! I will never hate you. I will always love you, ok?" he nodded sniffing "I was angry that you did such a thing" I admitted "but I forgive you because I love you. Bruce and I will.." I stammer for a moment "will figure it out another day" I sighed

I kiss his head his hands on my shoulders. My heart breaks seeing him so distraught, though warms to have him within my grasp. Hour's later Grayson returns home to Bludhaven. I text Bruce I'm on my way. I go to the place where I stay now. It wasn't home. I open the door and steps inside. I shut the door behind me. I see Bruce sitting on the couch with little D/N sleeping in his strong arms. It was absolutely heartwarming. He softly smiled to me. Dammit.

"how long as she been asleep for?"

"half an hour.. How was work?" he whispered

"it was good. Grayson came to see, me" I bitterly said

"Y/N" he sighed

I whisper in a harsh tone "no! No you're not going to be able to say anything or do anything and just magically make this all right"

"I know I broke the trust you had in me Y/N. I broke a vow to you"

I feel my heart beating fast and eyes shake. I shake my head. I instantly go to our wedding. I want to kiss him and forget.

"I can't do this" I choke nearly crying

I step out of the living room to the bedroom. I shut the door behind me.

"dammit" I cursed to myself with a stutter

The night fell and I knew my husband was out there risking his life. I step onto the fire escape my little girl sound asleep in her bed. I look in the distance seeing on the building, Batman. I sigh dammit I miss him. I shut my eyes sighing. I count to 40. I open my eyes Bruce standing next to me. I take a shaky breath. I stare away from him with my eyes shaking. I don't want to cry in front of him.

"Y/N I was trying to protect Grayson and the less people who knew he was alive the safer he would be" he takes a deep breath "I miss you" he quavered.. Bruce didn't ever quaver because of me, unless it was a nightmare "I want my daughter and wife to come back home" he finished his voice genuinely hurt

I began to cry missing the comfort I feel from him. The love we make. Sharing each others space. The sweet kisses that were never long enough. Seeing him smile. Him making me smile. He was protecting our little boy.

"no more secrets" I demanded

"I promise"

I forgive him. He never broke a promise to me. I shake my head. I step to him and wrap my arms around his neck. I lock my lips to his. He deepens the kiss. Wall kissing me he takes my left hand, with my ring finger. He places the proof of our marriage among my finger.

Damian's P. O. V

I am rudely awoken to the sound of my phone ringing. I grunted. I look seeing my true mother's contact. I swiftly answer truly missing her. I hear soft crys recognizing it's my dear little sister. My heart racing. Is she hurt? Is she safe? I must hurry to her.

I swiftly demand "D/N where are you?"

-"D-Dami, mommy was kissing Batman!!"

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[arknights-imagines]

GOD that mostima post had me FEELING things. I'm glad I'm not the only one who appreciates mostima a lot wahhh ; v ; i was wondering if maybe you could do a mostima/doctor after their established relationship when one of them has got injured or smth? :o I feel like with her belief that she can't hold warmth having to provide it in a dire situation would be an interesting challenge for mostima, and likewise being on the receiving end of it in a situation like that too for her!!

(It's good to be back!!! 😭🥳)

Aaaa tysm anon! 😭🥺 I'm glad you like my stuff on Mostima haha 👉👈 tbh she's grown a lot on me since I've started this blog!! 💕 She's very underappreciated 🥺 Anywho, thanks for the request and I hope I did Mostima justice here~ 🌸

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Easing Worry

Imagine format; no fixed perspective!

Contains: Mostima, reader as the Doctor, gender neutral Doctor/no gender mentioned, established relationship, a few background characters, very brief mentions of an explosions and injuries, fluff with the tiniest bit of angst, Mostima having to deal with her emotions 👉👈

Word count: just over 2k!

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“Mostima, come in! Mostima!!”

Static was all that came in reply despite the amount of times you called out into the communications link. Frustrated, you sighed sharply and watched the blink of the Caster’s tracker on the map of the ruins displayed on the screen before yourself, Amiya and Texas.

Mostima had been dispatched on an Operation to some old city ruins in Kazedel for a Mission; Unfortunately, you couldn’t accompany the Squad she was sent out with, and thanks to her lone wolf nature the Caster strayed from the other Operators who were with her. She must’ve run into trouble soon after, because when you had tried advising her to return to her Squad members through the comms-link, all that came in reply was a commotion and then silence.

“...That’s not good.” Texas’ tone wasn't very telling, but her furrowed brows and tight jaw read unease. From beside you, Amiya spoke up, “Doctor, what would you like to do?”

Mostima’s tracker was still active, which meant she must’ve been alive - still, the pit of worry in your stomach didn't fade in the slightest. When you didn't reply, Amiya decided to take the lead, “We should wait a little while longer. Maybe Ms. Mostima will get back to us…”

You had your rapt attention on the screen before you, and so when no protest from you came, everyone did as Amiya said. Even after some time passed, the tracker didn't move and nothing came through the communications link.

From her spot at another console nearby, Closure huffed loudly, “...our drones can't find her.” When you turned to look at her, she went on, “Doctor, Mostima is definitely alive down there but… we can't see her from up here, and I have no idea what happened.”

Your stomach dropped to the floor and you fell silent; within seconds the worry began eating at your insides, soon creating a suffocating tension around your heart. The thought of something happening to Mostima made you feel ill - more ill than any sickness had ever made you feel.

Amiya spoke in your place again, “P-Perhaps we should send someone. I’ll call one of our other Operators and we can create a plan-” “No, I’ll go.” Everyone's heads snapped to you right away, their faces filled with consternation and slight surprise. As was expected, Amiya shook her head right away, “Doctor, it isn't safe down there-” Though difficult, you shook your head and replied as calmly as you can manage; if it wasn't safe for you, then Mostima was in grave danger and needed to be extracted right away.

Amiya seemed conflicted - however, everyone was well aware of how much Mostima meant to you, and how much you meant to her. Your relationship was common knowledge around Rhodes Island by that point. And so, though she was worried for your safety, the Chimera nodded and stepped in front of the map displayed on the screen to take your place, “Alright, got it. I trust you, Doctor - bring Ms. Mostima back safe and sound!”

Not wishing to waste any time, you began heading straight towards the door of the aircraft; your heart pounded almost deafeningly in your ears as you outfitted yourself with proper protective care and a parachute. Closure opened the aircraft door, and you stepped close to the edge with one thought in your mind;

‘Please be okay, Mostima.’

…

The expanse of ruined land was silent; the heavy scent of sulfur and ash was carried in the air, and the dust from the building collapse was only just settling. Convinced that they had successfully killed any threat, the Reunion soldiers took their leave - the aircraft that was hovering over them couldn't mean good news on their end.

Unable to move, Mostima groaned quietly - she had only just regained consciousness, what happened? She didn't quite remember right then. Some sort of heavy weight is putting pressure on her whole body, especially her legs and chest. As she attempted to open her eyes, pain spread throughout her skull like a flood and forced her to screw them shut again. Somewhat paralyzed under whatever was holding her down, the Caster stayed lying on the ground, taking in shallow breaths.

When her ears began to stop ringing, the sound of footsteps followed by a voice calling her name caused Mostima to snap back into reality once more. ‘....Doctor?’; That was right, she was on an Operation you assigned her to, but something had gone wrong along the way. Had you come looking for her?

Finally, she found her strength; it wasn't much, however. Wincing as she moved her body, the Caster lifted her arms and began forcing up the rubble that was pinning her form down as best she could. Your voice tore through the air again - “Mostima!” - and your quickened footsteps neared her. You assisted her in lifting the remnants of the exploded building off her body, insisting that she tried to move as little as possible as you removed the rest of the rubble from her body.

Moaning a little in pain, Mostima shakily shifted her body until she was sat with her back against one of the pieces of debris you had helped lift off her. With the adrenaline now gone, pain began filling her body in so many places that even breathing began to sting; and yet, when you had given your attention to her, her usual soft smile played on the Caster’s lips.

You knelt beside her right away, hands hovering over her form, “Mostima, are you okay?” Grinning still, she managed a nod, “Doctor, hello to you too…” Though she tried, she was unable to bite back the pained wince she made as she lifted her arm to wave at you. Your eyebrows knitted together and your face twisted in a frown - and yet Mostima was smiling at you still.

“What happened?” Your hand had come to cup her cheek, but she shook her head before her fingers could rest on her skin; no matter how much time you two spent together, it seemed her instinct was still to reject any affection you wished to give her. Avoiding your gaze, she began to explain, “During the Operation, the Squad got ambushed. Hm, our guys were actually doing well, we had almost taken care of all of them.” A small sigh bridged her sentences, “But just as things were wrapping up, I saw a few of the Reunion trying to make an escape. I figured that was no good, so I went after them...haha, I guess I walked right into their trap, because the next thing I knew I was under all that rubble.”

While she had been talking, your hands were pressing and running over parts of her body checking for injuries; something seemed to be impeding your thoughts, however, because though you were supposed to be scanning for wounds, your eyes were staring at the ground. Were you upset?

Hoping to lighten the mood, Mostima spoke once again, This time a strained laugh left her, “Ahaha...sorry, I still really don’t get this whole ‘teamwork’ thing.” Immediately, you shook your head, “No… don’t worry, I’m not mad.” She lifted a bow at you.

Your eyes finally looked up from the ground and you reached into the bag you were carrying, unearthing bandages and a clean cloth. The Caster fell quiet as she allowed you to cover the scrapes and cuts on her arms - your touch was so gentle, you touched her as if she was made of precious glass. You took the cloth in your hand then lifted it to her face; this time, however, Mostima didn't shake you off or pull away. Instead, she met your gaze - and what she saw caused her heart to ache.

Your face was riven with worry, only some relief was on your features - probably due to the fact that she was still alive. Mostima’s calm grin faltered, “Doctor….” In all honesty, seeing you so worried over her caused the Caster more pain than any of her injuries did; this wasn't her intention, she didn't mean to panic you to the point that you came down to look for her.

She wasn't used to this, you were both acutely aware of that. Mostima worked alone, Mostima dealt with things alone; before you, every person she held dear was someone she also ended up pushing away. Close bonds - she didn't need them, the Caster told herself, there was no need for them in her line of work. And so she was never raring to work with others, and people she had relationships with barely ever saw her anymore.

But with you, her usual method of pushing away until the other person gave up didn't work. And soon, thanks to your persistence, warmth began blooming in her heart - and she was helpless to stop it.

Unfortunately, Mostima was just as helpless when it came to expressing all the warmth she held for you in her heart. You caused emotions she contended with, and so her first instinct was to pull away or push you back; and that usually just left both of you feeling hurt. The Caster didn't believe in her capacity to encompass love or warmth - but you did.

Finally, Mostima found her voice once more, “Doctor...angel.” She corrected herself, instead using the nickname you rarely ever heard from her. It was mushy, cheesy - and yet butterflies filled your stomach every time she used it. Once she was sure she had your attention, the Caster spoke, trying her absolute best and allowing all of her words to come from her heart, “I’m sorry, I know I must’ve scared you really bad. I didn't mean...to worry you.”

Your face softened at her words; placing the cloth down, your hand found its way to hers. When she interlaced her fingers with your own, you smiled gently. Relieved to see you more at ease, Mostima squeezed your hand as best she could considering her loss of strength before continuing, “Unfortunately - in case you haven't noticed - I’m terrible at this. Haha…you’re really unlucky to have fallen in love with someone like me. I push people away, I push everyone away.” Her smile had gone, and now her face was filled with serious, genuine sincerity. “But I don’t want you to go away, you’re the first person in a long time who I’ve wanted to stay with. And I know I’m not good at showing it…”

Gathering some of her strength, the Caster shut her eyes as she lifted your hand to her lips and placed a gentle kiss on your fingers. “But my dear Doctor, my sweet angel - I care so much about you. Actually, scratch that... I love you, I love you so much.” And she trailed off, relaxing with her lips on your hand and losing herself in the moment for just a second or two.

It felt indescribably warm to just shut her eyes and pretend it was just you and her in the entirety of Terra. While it was hard to take down all her walls, it was so much better than deflecting your affections and was worth it for the way her heart grew in her chest as she allowed herself and you to be compassionate towards one another.

When your hand moved to cup her cheek, Mostima leaned into your touch rather than pulling away. When her eyes fluttered open, her gaze fell upon your effusive smile; “I love you too, Mostima. I promise I’m not going anywhere, no matter what.” Your words prompted her to chime with a light laugh, “Hehe, I guess there’s no getting rid of you, huh~?” You shook your head in reply - when your grin widened, she couldn't help but mirror the expression.

Facial features softening and becoming sincere, she left another kiss on the inside of your palm, “I’ve never had anyone like you...Sorry if I’m not always cooperative. Thanks for looking after me, Doctor.” A warm, passionate grin came to your face as you replied, “Always, Mostima.”

The area that surrounded the two of you was in a ruinous state, that same heavy scent still hung in the air and injuries were still littered all over Mostima’s body. And yet; upon seeing your smile, her body filled with a heartened feeling.

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[nomazee]

Komorebi (1)

komorebi, p.1

synopsis: Tsukishima dislikes the amount of parallels there are with you and Hinata. He dislikes the way you're so energetic and exuberant when you want to be, and the way you can get along so well with people. He dislikes the way that people are naturally drawn to you, and the way you're so willing to put time into your dumb gifts and snacks and treats for a team of boys you barely know. 

But Tsukishima does not dislike you. And he supposes that's part of the problem.

series content: developing relationship, (sort of) ooc tsukishima, strangers to (sort of) friends to lovers, angst, fluff, slow burn

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six

(okay y’all, WOW— i have a lot to say before we get into this. all good things, no worries! 

first off, welcome to this mess of a multi-part series i’ve decided to start!! planning it has certainly been a labor of love, and i’m sure writing the rest of it will be just as much of a piece of work as it’s already been, but i truly am so excited to start writing this. things are a bit messy right now with the plot i have planned and whatnot, but i assure you that i (kind of) know what i’m doing!! 

i’m VERY sorry for not getting this out earlier. it took me a while, a lot of rewriting and knitting breaks and lukewarm tea to manage something that i was sort of content with. introductions are hard, y’know? but i assure you the quality & content (as well as the length) will definitely pick up in the next few chapters. 

if you haven’t caught my previous post(s) about it, i recently reached 100 followers and i could not be more happy!!! this milestone means so much to me and i’m so thankful for all the support you’ve given me over the last few months. i love you all so so so much, thank you for sticking around!! 

with all of that being said (sorry for this VERY long a/n), here’s the first chapter!!)

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Tsukishima Kei walks into the gym, and wonders what he did to deserve this. 

There’s a figure standing next to Hinata Shouyou, resident wild child of the Karasuno boys’ volleyball team, who seems to be as exuberant as the redhead. Tsukishima heaves out a sigh, which his childhood friend notices from beside him. 

“You alright?” Yamaguchi asks, eyebrow cocked in concern. 

The blonde blinks and looks straight ahead. “Just fine.” 

Maybe the morning was a particularly rough one, or maybe his general disliking for people just really kicked in at that particular moment. But the sight of yet another person deciding to barge into morning practice loudly with Hinata, of all people, makes his cool demeanor slip into one of annoyance. 

“Who’s that?” Yamaguchi voices the question that the blonde had been absent-mindedly asking himself, and the both of them watch from a distance as Hinata and his unidentified friend chat exuberantly near the bench. 

“Don’t know,” Tsukishima responds, and he pointedly veers away from the duo and into the locker room without another word. 

By the time he’s changed and ready to start practice, the unknown person is gone. A feeling of thankfulness overwhelms him but it’s (unfortunately) coupled with distant curiosity. 

Tsukishima Kei sighs, takes a sip from his water bottle, and forces the flow of quiet questions in his mind to quiet down as he steps onto the court. 

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He should’ve known that it’s not easy to get rid of anyone similar to Hinata. They’re too loud to avoid, too exuberant to turn away from, too bright to shield your eyes from.

You are no exception. 

He learns your name the next day, when you’re once again in the gym—this time, in after-school practice rather than in the morning. You clutch onto a paper bag, large and heavy on your shoulder and forcing you to lean your body to the other side to avoid toppling under the weight of the bag. 

You’re standing with Hinata yet again, but this time there are other people with you. Nishinoya and Tanaka, girl-crazy idiots that they are, listen intently to every word you spew out as answers to their many questions. Yachi stands near you as well, a pleasant smile on her face as she watches you interact with the boys swimmingly, and Ennoshita seems to have taken a subtle interest in the conversation occurring. 

Tsukishima scoffs, about to make some biting remark about your annoying presence to Yamaguchi before he realizes that Yamaguchi is strangely absent from beside him. 

He turns to his side. Blinks. Looks back up at the steadily forming crowd around you. Spots his five-foot-ten friend smiling and laughing at whatever garbage is coming out of your mouth. Growls in annoyance before submitting to peer pressure and slowly (with definite uninterest) stalking in your direction. 

He catches the topic of conversation now, right as you begin to fiddle with the plentiful contents of your bag. “I brought some stuff,” you speak, and Tsukishima ignores how pleasant your voice sounds to him. “Just a few things I baked, and I wanted to give some to you guys because Shouyou tells me a lot about how hard you all work.” You’re smiling—not that you haven’t been smiling the whole time, but as the words leave your mouth, your lips seem to lift higher up on your face to match the exuberant tone of voice you’ve adopted. 

Tsukishima watches you pull out, one of many, beige bakery boxes, tan and smooth and weighty, by the look of how you have to use both hands to support it. Nishinoya and Tanaka “ooooo” at the sight of the mundane box, and Tsukishima wonders if neither of them are occupying the single braincell they share. 

You lift up the lid of the box. The variety of pastries inside is almost worrying, and Tsukishima faintly wonders how much free time and resources you must have to make so much food just for a ragtag group of volleyball boys. 

The boys explode with calls of “thank you, [Y/N]!” and “you’re so cool!” and “can we keep her?” though the last one is, yet again, the sole product of a certain pair of second years. 

Tsukishima realizes that he now knows your name, your first name, [Y/N]. He wonders if, by chance, you’re not just a friend of Hinata’s but related to him, but brushes off his irrelevant curiosity yet again as you begin to speak. 

“There’s no nuts in any of these, so if you have allergies then no need to worry! But there is milk and eggs and stuff, so if you’re vegan then I’m sorry about that…” 

For the next few minutes, you ramble on about your baking process and Tsukishima rolls his eyes. It’s a shocker that the third years haven’t kicked you out yet, and he wonders if he can do that himself. 

“I have to go now—” finally, Tsukishima thinks, “—but I hope you guys enjoy everything! If there’s leftovers, you can keep them, and if you want more of something then just tell me! I have a lot of time on my hands so I’m always making stuff.” You leave the paper bag on the floor near the benches, replacing the original location of the box in your hands, and smiling at the team once more with a polite bow. 

“I hope you guys enjoy. Have a great day!” Tsukishima wants to gag at your stupidly-sweet behavior, and the feeling only intensifies as Hinata offers to walk you out—the door is twenty feet away, what’s the point of walking her there?

The team chatters exuberantly about the new face they met that afternoon, and Tsukishima would do anything to go deaf right in that moment. He sighs, looks at the boxes you left for the team, and rolls his eyes. While the rest of his teammates seem to be excited about this new addition to their team (including Yamaguchi, who he wants to call a traitor but knows he really can’t since he’s always been a bit more socially-inclined than Tsukishima), he can’t help but hope that your presence doesn’t become a daily thing. 

Hoping doesn't do much for him, though. Maybe he should’ve figured that out beforehand.

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[tf2-hoe]

For the self harm request you did, I was wondering if you could do the rest of the mercs. I totally understand if you feel uncomfortable writing it

Offensive and Defensive Headcanons - Self Harm Scars

Part 1

Hey, I am going to assume the link I posted is what you’re referring to, if not, then PM me and I will write up a new one!

Scout

He had her in his lap, hands around her waist

She tasted like sugary candy, and he just couldn’t get enough of the taste

He wanted more

His hands grazed her sides, inviting, but not invading

Or so he thought

Her hands flew to his chest, allowing her to launch away from him

“Babe?!”

“DON’T TOUCH ME!”

She sounded petrified, and Scout was worried to death that he had just made a fatal mistake

“Hey, you gotta tell me what’s goin’ on.”

“They’re disgusting and I hate them!”

“What do you hate?”

“THIS!”

She rips off her shirt to reveal circular indents covering her hips like moon craters

Scout’s silence was deafening

How was he supposed to react to this?

“Do you have any idea how disgusting these are?! How horrible I am for doing this? How many cigarettes I went through to do this? I hate it! I hate myself! I am-”

His arms held her far too tightly for her comfort, but it was all he could do to keep himself from screaming

“Disgusting? Horrible? What are you talking about? That bull you went through doesn’t mean anything to who you are now. If you want it to, then fine, but you clearly don’t sound happy about it, so I’m assuming you didn’t like what you did to yourself. That doesn’t mean anything! All that matters that you’re here and alive. I want you alive, I want you here with me. Please, never feel ashamed like this again. I love you.”

Heavy

Heavy holds her close to his body, practically absorbing her warmth

This was all he ever wanted, and it felt like a good time to initiate something more intimate than just holding each other

At first he started kissing her neck and smiling when she started to giggle

His hands held her thighs just a touch firmer to keep her close to him

"Do you want to be closer?"

"We are close."

"No, as close as two humans can be with each other."

Her entire body went rigid, and it took all of her willpower to not peel away from him right there

"You do not have to! I was only suggesting."

"...I want to, Misha, but there's a few things you need to know about me first."

"I trust you, and whatever you tell me, I will not blame you."

She stands up slowly, turning to him with a subtle shiver that, for her sake, Misha did not point out

"I'm not a pretty woman, Misha, far from it. I'm dirty, broken, and I'm in a lot of pain all the time."

His eyes were wide with panic, trying to decipher entirely what she's getting at

Was he translating something wrong? Surely this doesn't mean what he thinks it means!

"A long time ago, I figured out a way to help myself."

A false hope grew before shattering like glass as her shirt lifted up to hide just under her breasts

Pinpoint scars scattered her hips, and even her stomach, like stars to the sky

He felt horrified

How does someone react to this?

"A-And I know it's not what you wanted, and I know somebody with mental problems is just going to be a burden to you. I-I didn't want to stab myself, but I couldn't stop."

Her tears broke his heart, and he raced to scoop her up like a child

"Shame is nothing. Why let it control you after all this time? After everything you've been through, it cannot rule your life any longer. I am not angry, nor sad, nor upset. I am scared for you, not for those scars or how they came about. I am worried about you because you're all that matters, not those scars!"

He rocks her softly in his arms, prepping himself to help her recover from a lifetime's worth of pain

Demo

He just couldn’t resist the woman he had before him

Delicate, kind and absolutely gorgeous

Why would he ever try to deny what he feels for her?

So why not push it a little? Take some risks?

He learned very soon why communication is important

The second he held her hips so he could kiss her, her hands peeled them off in a panic

She threw herself away from him, disturbed at the sensation of his hands on them

“Dear? What is it?”

“Y-You aren’t supposed to see it. The hammer, the marks, the bruising, the scars... You can’t see what I did.”

“Did what? What is it?”

His heart only pounded harder when she hesitated with her words

“I don’t want you to see them.”

“I’m not going to judge you, beautiful. Show them or not, I won’t judge you.”

“Promise.”

“I swear on my Scrumpy.”

The heartfelt words got a chuckle out of her, allowing them both to ease a little

“Alright, just... give me a second.”

Demo looked away to give her some space and only turned back when she gave the word

Her pants and shirt were lying on the floor in a neat, neglected pile, but his attention was not on her body

Pink, splotchy bubbles connect and cover her delicate hips like a thick spiderweb

“There’s a reason I don’t like being around Pyro.”

“Why would you ever...?!”

“I look disgusting, huh?”

“No, no! I’m just scared, dear. I think I’m allowed to be, after all.”

He winces at the wet stains forming on her face

“I’m worthless.”

“Stop.”

“I hate myself.”

“Please.”

“I’m just-”

“STOP IT!”

He doesn’t mean to scare her, or to make her upset, but her pain is eating him alive

“Is that what you felt? That pain? That agony? No wonder you’d turn to something so violent...”

He gently offers his arms to her, in which she gladly hides herself in them

“There isn’t something I can say to make the pain go away, or something I can do to make these scars go away. I don’t know what you want me to say about them, or what you want me to do about them. All I can say is that I promise to be here for you, for better or worse.”

Pyro

There were few times they would ever let themself get as vulnerable as they are now

They felt her hands roaming their body, causing them to gasp at the sensitive sensations

They almost wanted to protest at the strange touch, but they instead grasped her waist

“P-Please, don’t.”

The fear caused them to remove their hands and question her

“It’s bad, you’re not going to like it.”

Pyro shakes their head, pressing their head to hers

“...You’re too sweet, Py.

She sighs, looking at how willing they are

“Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Upon removing her shirt and averting her eyes, Pyro sees small strips of scars covering her soft skin

“I had an obsession with my body... It was too much for me, and I figured it’d be easier to just... peel it away. Gross, huh?”

Her nonchalant tone fails to hide the shame in her eyes

A person of no words, they simply hold their S/O close to their chest

Sometimes their hands will graze over the sensitive marks on her body, but only to show that those scars are her skin, and therefore are her

Soldier

He had her against a wall with her legs around his waist

She had the sweetest smile as she pressed her head to his chest

“You look beautiful, you know that?”

She felt something wrong when he said that

And just like that, her illusion was shattered

She wants her lye and her knife

She can’t breathe, all she can do is claw at her sides to destroy the uneven markings

All Soldier could do was hold her hands until she could calm down enough to get her to Medic

He felt frozen and unable to react for the first time in his life

“Jane, please.”

“What? What do you want me to do?”

“Make it stop.”

“Make what stop? You have to tell me, cupcake.”

“I need to fix my body. I need these ugly marks to go.”

“What marks?”

“THE SCARS!”

Her deafening voice caused him to back away

It was here that Soldier could get a good look at her body, allowing him to take in the old, acidic scars covering her hips

“I was made the wrong size, Jane. I had to fix it somehow... Now I’ve made it worse... The skin is even worse, now.”

“Wrong size?”

He’s trying to take this one step at a time, but all of this information makes him feel like he’s falling down a flight of stairs

“I was 110 pounds, I wasn’t skinny enough. I’m still not skinny!”

“Why does your weight matter so much?”

“Why does it matter?! The skinnier you are, the prettier you are, that’s how it works!”

“No, it isn’t. In ancient Greece, a woman with more weight than average was considered beautiful because she had access to food, which was considered a luxury.”

“What does that have to do anything?”

“You would be a goddess to them, is what I’m saying.”

He gently takes her into his arms, feeling her shivering, nervous body

“The only reason people think skinny is better than anything else is because during World War II, women took up jobs that men couldn’t. Even though more weight was beautiful, the standard shifted because it was thought that the less weight a woman had, the more capable she was of replacing a man. In the end, all it takes is a big change to get everybody to bandwagon and pick a side. That’s all any “opinion” really is, is just a bunch of people gathering up and deciding what’s going to be the new trend.”

“...so what you’re telling me, is that you being a historian nut has a purpose?”

Soldier grins a little as he hears her relaxed tone

“When has it not?”

Engineer

”You really want this, honeybee?”

“Yes...”

“You don’t sound confident. Are you sure you want this?”

“I do, I’m just a little nervous.”

“Don’t feel pressured, hon. I’ll wait as long as you want, and if you don’t ever want to go that far, I understand. This is a choice from two people that requires the consent of us both.”

“Can you help me with something?”

“Anything.”

“I want to get close to you, but there’s something that I’ve been hiding from you.”

Engineer backs up to give her space

“I won’t be mad, darling. I just need you to help me understand.”

“I have skin missing from my body, and it’s unpleasant to look at.”

“Do you want to show me, or would you rather we wait, instead?”

Her shirt being tossed across the room was his answer

The missing chunks of skin around her waist mapped out strange, thick caverns in her thighs

He couldn’t help but touch them before asking if he even could

“What...?”

“I found a chisel when I was a kid... I didn’t really think about the consequences then, or what it would do to me. All I could think about was that chisels mean carving, and carving means getting the perfect body type.”

“Perfect body type?”

“...I lost 20 pounds just by removing what I didn’t want.”

Engie felt sick as he held her, and his eyes stayed away from the scars

“Was it weight?”

“I don’t know... I just liked hurting.”

“If you ever feel like that again, you got to tell me. If not me, then Medic, not him, then someone. Don’t go through this alone, you deserve better than that. I want to help you, I want to keep you safe and happy. This must have been so hard for you to tell me, and I’m so proud of you... Please, let me take care of you, and let me get you some help. I can’t promise to make the pain go away, and I can’t say that it will go away, all I can do is try, darling. Just give me a chance, sweetpea.”

HEAVEN HAVE MERCY THIS TOOK FOREVER! This is officially the longest request I’ve done, and also one of the reasons why I can’t accept requests this long again. They can be far longer than I anticipate, and it takes up more time than I have, which leads to requests being delayed or ignored. But nevertheless, the new method I’m using with max three at a time seems to be working well!

Thank you for the submission, and I hope you’re doing well.

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[rirah1writes]

Chapter Three:

At Long Last.

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry it’s taken me so long to post the next chapter, I’m currently in Colorado, so I haven’t had much time to write, but here it is! I wrote this chapter in a badass hookah lounge and really vibed while creating. Oh, was also drunk off craft beer most of the time so I hope its good lol, and above all I hope ya’ll enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it! Love you guys. 

Warnings: Angst, fluff, swearing, SMUT, light dom.

Summary: Peter spills the beans, and y/n spills some tears. Lots of things get spilled in this chapter, oh well.

Read chapter two here

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The walk back to your apartment was silent except for the occasional “Are you okay?” from Peter who was deeply concerned for you. Although many questions and thoughts were jarring through your mind, you couldn't utter a single word. Not without hot tears welling in the corners of your eyes threatening to fall down your cheeks. You just clung tightly to him for support.

Not until we get back home. Just wait until were home.

Approaching the door, you turned loose peters forearm, and slung your backpack off of your shoulder, fumbling madly for your keys in the front pocket. Peter noticed that your hands were quivering, making it difficult for you to even put the key into the lock. You silently cursed yourself for being so nerve wrecked, until you felt a steady hand ease firmly over yours, guiding your movements. Your y/e/c eyes gazed up to meet warm, milky brown ones. You thought his stare would have made you all the more giddy, but instead you calmed, able to finally breathe. “Relax princess, its just me.” he assured you with a small smile. 

Pushing open the door and stepping into the foyer, you threw your things down next to the kitchen island and sauntered over to the living room where you turned and stood nervously, picking at your nails. You began to study peter as he unlaced his boots and set them on the shoe rack at the door, next to the rug that demanded “Wipe your paws.” 

“In the south, we don't wear shoes in the house, honey.”

Your words echoed back to you as you studied Peter, even after all this time he still remembered house rules, as if he had never left. He pawed at his pockets pulling out his wallet and keys and tossing them into the bowel on the kitchen counter where yours sat as well. He let out a deep breath as he ran his hands through his curls and focused his eyes on you, taking a step in your direction.

“NO.” your own voice surprised you as your shock wore off. It wasn't hesitant and weak as it had been for the past twenty minutes, you had found your vigor again. Peters eyes widened and he halted immediately in his tracks, not saying a word, giving you the stage at last. “I don’t want you to take another step closer until I know the truth.” You swallowed hard as peter slowly nodded. “...Because if its not good enough...I want you to turn and walk right back out that door.” Your breath was ragged and heavy. Destiney’s words echoed in your head, and you knew she was right, you were stronger than you were a year ago. You deserved so much better than this treatment.

“y/n, can you take a seat so that we can talk...I have so much to explain, and its going to be hard for you to understand, love.” His pet-name for you instantly triggered anger, as apposed to a year ago when he called you this you’d melt in his hands.” “Absolutely I will not. If there’s something you need to say spit it out.” Your tone was cutthroat and Peter realized he wasn’t getting the two of you anywhere by taking things lightly on you. He threw his hands in the air. “Alright! fine. I’m Spiderman.” he stated simply. 

Your stare could have burned holes in his body, your arms coming up and crossing over your chest defensively. You shocked yourself as a high pitched laugh left your throat and you nodded crazily. “Okay. Get out of my house.” You stormed right past him into the kitchen, and began rummaging through the cupboards in search of a kettle to put on tea, as you normally did when you needed to calm your nerves. His face was marred with a look of confusion. “I’m telling you the truth. I can prove it..” His voice trailed off as you slammed dishes in the sink out of the way. “Yeah sure you can. You’re insane. Doors that way, don't let it hit you in the ass on your way out.” Your tone was cold, and your heart was hardened.

 “The fact that you would come back after a year, A YEAR, of no contact, and tell me you’re the fucking Spiderman...Peter Parker, you've got a sack on you...” You continued to grumble madly when you heard a strange noise behind you. Whirring around to investigate a frightened gasp left you, the kettle of water crashing down at your feet as you saw something expanding over Peter’s body, a mesh of navy blue and crimson red until he was armored from head to toe, in a suit. “what the...fucking hell...” was all you could manage to get out.

“This is my nanotech suit. Tony’s design. Its personally my favorite, the most protective...I have two more though. I was bitten by a spider a couple of years before I met you, and ever since my senses have been dialed to eleven. I can stick to walls, climb up flat surfaces you name it.  Anything you’ve seen in news reports, or even on YouTube. That's all me.” Peter awaited your response, but you didn’t nudge one bit, hands still ghosting in the air where your tea kettle once was, he could hear your heartbeat from where he stood. 

“I’m sorry, I didn't mean to scare you! I just needed you to listen.” There was shock and confusion written all over your face. “I need to sit down...” your head was spinning. “Oh..yeah okay.” Peter took your arms, helping you around the spilled water and assisted you into a bar stool behind the island. You sat gaping at him in shock as he shuffled around the kitchen, cleaning up the water and starting a new kettle of tea. “This changes everything...I-I thought you had left me...for another woman...” Your mind was racing and your sentence trailed off. Peter deactivated his suit, and set a mug down in front of you, walking around to face you directly. “No, y/n I would never...could never do that to us...Some things happened and I had to leave in order to keep you safe. And May, and all of our friends, everyone. I hate what I did, and you have no idea how painful it was to even imagine how much pain I must have put you through. Even if it doesn't change a thing, and we can’t be together again...Please I need you to forgive me..I need to explain to you so that I can make you understand what I had to do...” 

His eyes were soft, pleading and begging you gently. His hands were caressing  yours lightly, fingers gently petting over yours. You hung your head, studying his hands. No longer able to meet his gaze. “No idea, huh?” You muttered under your breath. Peter took your chin in his hand and raised your burning eyes to meet his. Hot tears trickled down your cheeks and fell into your lap, you couldn't hold them back anymore as soft sobs left your lips. “I have no idea, huh?” Your thoughts raced back to that night on the bathroom floor. Back to Peters baby, what he or she might have looked like. A small boy with freckles and chubby cheeks, eyes just like his daddies, creamy chocolate. A little girl with brown locks, and rosy lips. Maybe eyes like yours if you got lucky. You remembered being incapable of reaching your phone, unable to tell anyone. Waiting to be found and cared for. 

But he had no idea. 

So why punish him?

You brought yourself to your feet, standing inches away from him, chest nearly touching, swollen, tear stained lips dangerously close to his. “Do you want forgiveness Peter?” you whispered the question over his lips, and could see the goosebumps rising over his skin. “Y-yes...More than anything...I love you, I can't live another day away from you…” You slowly grazed your lips over his neck, trailing over his collarbone, until your head lulled back, and your eyes traveled up, greeting his. “If that's what you want...then you can have it.” Peter was overwhelmed by your prowess. Your soft eyes were filled with lust, begging him to lift you up and take you to bed. He swallowed hard, straining to show self control. “Y/n, I don't want you to make any decisions you’ll regret, and I still have so much to tell you...” You brought your index finger up to his lips, silencing him as you shook your head. “We can talk later. And I already know exactly what I want.”  And your words were truthful. All you needed was to be in his arms, feeling him move above you, hearing his soft moans and grunts, to taste his lips again for the first time in forever. Your breathing was heavy, and his entire being was pulling you to him, he was your gravity. Grounding you heavily to him. “Don’t you want me-” His lips crashed into yours. A deep guttural groan escaped his throat, which you absorbed with your mouth, fondling his bottom lip with your tongue, hands reaching for his belt hastily.

“No..not here. Bed...The bed.” Peter stammered, sweeping you into his arms and carrying you up the stairs to your bedroom. Tossing you down on the bed, he huddled on top of you, a mess of hands and hair, the two of you molded into each other perfectly. Peter licked delicate kisses down your neck pulling soft moans from your lips as he nestled himself between your legs. His senses were overloaded. A whole year of missing you, yearning for you, dreaming every night of having you underneath him, and to finally have you in his arms, illicitly moaning his name, he didn't know if he could control himself. Pulling back he took a look at you, making sure you were okay. 

“I just need to know that you’re alright.” he breathed. He couldn’t take the way you were eyeing him any longer. The way your chest rose and fell, the way your breast looked underneath the thin material of your tee shirt. You looked so divine, and belonged all to him. “I am okay baby..I’ll be even better once you’re inside of me.” you remarked with a smirk, sending Peter completely over the edge. He dove back down over you, quickly trailing his way down your neck, licking and sucking soft love bites over you collar bone and down to your breasts. Your illicit moans went straight to his cock as his tongue and lips teased over your nipple. 

Peter was completely absorbed in you. Hair falling around you like a halo, sweet little noised falling from your lips. Making quick work of your pants, he moved to your thong, accidentally tearing it off, earning him a shocked look. “Uhh...I’m sorry babe I'm just..” He trailed off as you chuckled at him leaning up to meet his lips. “Its okay Peter I'm anxious too.” you assured him. Peter slowly kissed down your legs, revealing goosebumps on your inner thighs. He loved how responsive your body was to him, how you were so wrapped up in him and unravelling for him at the same time. He gently lifted your thighs up to meet his shoulders, resting his head between your legs, his brown curls teasing the inside of your thighs. Peter peppered soft kisses, making eye contact before and groaning as he licked a stripe up your core, resting his tongue on your clit and massaging slowly. You mewled, tangling your fingers in his hair

Focusing on your clit, rocking his head side to side, peter slipped a finger in cursing under his break. “Fuck...so fucking tight.” you gasped his name, causing his pants to tighten even more uncomfortably as he rutted into the bed, searching for any kind of relief. Peter began pumping his fingers faster, watching you unfold underneath his tongue, and toss over the bed. He pushed your hips down, and your thighs wide open, forcing you to feel every second of pleasure. “You’re close, huh? You going to cum for me princess?” You were a panting mess, nodding franticly. That familiar wave of heat rose over your body, making you curl your toes and cry out as peter caught you fast in place, wrapping his hands over your thighs and holding you onto his mouth as you rode out your high. 

Peter licked his fingers clean as he pulled away from you, and in one fluid motion he removed his clothes standing bare in front of you, his erection springing free. Your breath caught in your throat as you took in his appearance. He was chiseled, just like you remembered him. New scars marred his body that were still healing from the past year, you could tell time hadn’t been kind to him. Gazing down his body you noticed his cock and swallowed hard. It had been so long since you had seen it, and it was no less intimidating, making your mouth water. “Stop doing that love.”  Peter ordered. You hadn’t even noticed that you were gnawing at your lip in anticipation until Peter drew his hand to your mouth, tugging your bottom lip from your teeth. “No need to be nervous baby...its just me.” Peters eyes were traveling over your body with so much confidence and want that it was hard for you to believe that this was ever the same shy boy that stammered over his textbook to ask you on a date over four years ago. You were pulled from your thoughts when you felt Peter slowly lower himself over you, pushing your thighs aside and resting between them, his hot throbbing cock grinding against your core as he slowly kissed you. “I’ve been waiting so long for this...want you so bad...” Before you had time to think, Peter had began slowly pushing himself into you slowly, groaning deeply. You gasped sharply into his shoulder as he slowly sunk into you. You could feel Peter shaking, his breath was ragged. He pulled his head away from your neck, and tilted your chin to meet his eyes. “Are you okay?” he breathed, kissing your forehead. You nodded quickly. “Are you?” You nuzzled into his neck kissing and coaxing him gently. “Yeah...Just dont want to lose control..I dont wanna hurt you.” You pushed his sweaty curls back from his forehead. “You could never hurt me Peter.” He groaned in response and kissed you deeply as he began to move inside of you, your hips rising up to meet his as you threw your head back and moaned his name. 

Peter gripped tightly around your waist, with one hand, the other one hiking your leg up to push deeper. His eyes became wild and you groaned loudly as his grip tightened on your hip further, sure that it would leave bruises. Not that you cared, the need to be as close to him as possible overriding any pain and replacing it with pleasure. You felt tension building in your core again, so it was to your disappointment when Peter pulled out suddenly, leaving you feeling hallow without him. You started to whine when peter gripped you roughly by the chin and kissing you fervently and meeting your eyes. “Don’t be bad baby, I’m going to give you what you need.” One swift movement and Peter had turned you over to your hands and knees, pushing into you hard. His arm wrapped around your neck, the other traveling around your waist to your dripping core, teasing small circles around your clit. The air was filled with your moans, Peter’s heavy breathing, and the sound of his skin meeting yours. “Peter.... please don’t stop, you’re going to make me cum..” you begged. He piled into you harder, biting your shoulder. “Cum for me princess...need you to be a good girl and cum for me.” Peter growled in your ear, pushing you over the edge. You came hard around him, your body shaking and your knees giving out from underneath you. 

However Peter was relentless, tossing you onto your stomach and driving into you with more force. “Please babe...I don’t think I cant take anymore..” Peter grabbed your chin pulling your lips to his. “C’mon babe...open up for me.” You parted your lips, allowing peter to spit inside of your mouth, then pulling you in again, gracing you with a deep wet kiss, his tongue traveling over yours. He pulled back, mouth ghosting yours. “You can take more baby...I know you can. Just a little bit longer, can you do that for me, princess?” You glared into Peter’s eyes, lips barely brushing his as he spoke. “Words baby...let me hear you.” You gasped deeply. “Yes baby...I’m okay.” Peter’s movements became more rigid, his hands tangled into your hair as he whispered in your ear. “That’s my good girl...fuck m’ so close.” You mewled peters name as you unraveled for him again, feeling him release inside of you. Peter untangled his fingers from your hair, loosening his grip on your hips as he fell slack on top of you.

“Peter...you’re squishing me love..” You squirmed underneath him and he rolled off of you, shifting to his side and pulling you closely to his chest. “I’m sorry, are you okay darling?” Peter catered to you, pushing your hair from your forehead as your face fell to his chest, listening to his heartbeat. You nodded slowly and traced your fingers over his arms, brow furrowing as you brushed over healed scars. “I’m okay, but I feel like I should be asking you that.” Peter pulled your chin forward, kissing you lightly. “I’m just fine. I’m perfect. There’s so much we have to talk about, but tomorrow. I just want to hold you now.

There was a lot to be said in the morning. You contemplated how you would tell him about the baby, if you even should at all. But how could you ruin the moment? Peter’s breathing slowed and his eyes were softly closed, drifting into deep sleep, arms lazily grasping you to him. “I love you, Peter.” you whispered softly, before falling into blissful sleep. At long last. 

@pcterparxer

#peter parker and y/n #peter parker fic #peter parker smut #peter parker #peter parker x reader #Smut #peter parker fluff #fluff #fic #marvel #marvel fic

[m-lesmxrales]

Come Closer

Continuation to ‘If The World Was Ending’

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: just a sad baby girl

Summary: You’ve been with Natasha for the last eleven years. After the events of the snap, you find eachother again. And now that you have, all you want her to do is grow closer. To share all her burdens.

Words: 1.8k+

Natasha cuts the intercoms, ending her weekly check in with— well not the avengers, but hero’s. Whoever was left, whoever was willing to lend a hand, to help keep this world and many of the others in the universe safe.

Safe from any future, present or past threats.

Letting out a breath, she slumps into her office chair, exhaustion finally kicking in. And man, was it kicking her ass.

Natasha had found herself more indulged in her work since the snap had occurred, since the avengers had disbanded. Leaving one by one, either rarely visiting, venturing off, learning to cope with what had happen in whatever way shape or form. The five out of the six were gone and she couldn’t blame them, not one bit.

Steve only came to visit the compound every now and then. While Tony had his family and cottage up north, the two of you making time here and there to visit.

In the end everyone had lost someone. Family, friends, lovers.

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“I know you can’t cook, but damn.” You tease, a smile growing as you watch the red head munch on her peanut butter and jelly sandwich, glass of water to accompany it. You lean against the door frame, silently watching your lover.

She stares at you for moment, her jaw gradually moving up and down before swallowing. Letting out a long breath out, she leans back in the office chair, setting her left foot on the table, next to the scattered papers and books.

She’s silent, taking in your presence. She had still been taking in the fact that you’re here for the last four years. Physically here. That she hadn’t just imagined that day three years ago.

You take a step into the room, eyes glancing at the work scattered about “You can’t just eat pb & j all day, Nat.” You mumble, walking closer to the desk. “I can cook you something, anything. Even if it’s like- I don’t know, ratatouille, I’ll make it.”

The red head smirks, eyes softening as she listens to you. She’d always loved that about you, the effort you put into this relationship. Into everything you’re passionate about. Everything you loved and cherished. Glad she was one of the people you did cherish.

“Didn’t like my attempt at it the last time?” She asks, a light smirk resting on her lips.

Your finger tips linger over the report in front of her foot, skimming over the contents, a chuckle emitting from your throat “Attempt? That was your attempt?” You tease her. It wasn’t that Natasha was a terrible cook, overall, she was just a terrible cook when it came to dishes that had more than eight steps.

She’s silent again, only humming in response. Clearly in a daze, in her own mind.

Her own world.

These episodes only increased as the years went by. Not exactly sure what to do, you’d idly sit by and watch her. Or leave her to her own thoughts, not wanting to intrude, afraid of pushing too far for answers she wasn’t prepared to give you.

To share with you.

You’d watch as she would re-dye her hair blonde,—though, you did miss the red—try to maintain it. Almost as if she wanted it to remain the same for when everyone came back. And then there came a day when she just, stopped, letting the red fuse in. Which you couldn’t complain about. You loved how it looks now, how long it had gotten. Reminding you of a raging flame.

That’s when you knew things had shifted, Your worries growing further. Knowing that this wasn’t getting any better—whatever she was holding in—just worse. The aura she held, as if there was no faith.

No hope.

Of course you knew she hadn’t completely given up, taking over all responsibilities. You could see she hadn’t, because she still had a fire burning inside her.

It showed daily, in every way, shape and form. How she overworked herself, lacking proper meals and living off of coffee to keep her up when she couldn’t sleep. Even if you had been in bed next to her, it seemingly wasn’t enough to distract her mind from all her ‘faults’.

The guilt she holds.

If only she’d let you carry half of it.

You walk behind her, moving to her left, letting your lower half lean against the edge of the desk, “Hey..” you whisper, hoping to grab her attention. Aware that she’s not ignoring your presence. You watch as she swallows, tear slipping down her cheek. Drawing in a heavy breath, as she continues to stare ahead.

You reach for the top of the office chair, using your strength to pull it back, just enough for you slip between her and the desk. “Hey..” you repeat, right hand coming to rest on her shin, soothingly needing her calf with the pads of your fingers “look at me, please.”

Natasha’s head gently tilts up, eyes now focused on you, her hand coming up to wipe away a fresh tear. You take a deep breath, thumb rubbing circles against her black sweats “You can talk to me, you know that..” you start “I want you to talk to me, Nat. I’m worried.”

The red heads jaw slackens, eyes diverting from you to her side “I-“ she rasps, blinking back tears “I’m sorry.”

Your heart aches, the tone of her voice letting you know just how broken she truly is. Not used to how fragile it sounds now. She’d always spoken in such an assured and calming tone.

Leaning forward, you cup her jaw, placing a soft kiss against her forehead. Leaving them there for bit as you let your lids slacken.

There’s only so much she could possibly be apologizing for.

“You have nothing to be sorry for-”

Natasha shakes her head, pulling her head back to peer up at you “This- everything that I’ve lost- that we’ve lost..” she pauses, looking into your eyes “I could have done more, Y/N.”

“I should have fought harder that day, in Wakanda..” Her jaw flexes between your palms. You can tell the gears are grinding in her mind, winding up memory after memory.

“That day, at the airport, seven years ago. I watched all them fight against one another- my family, fight.” Natasha let’s out bitter chuckle, clearly disappointed with her own actions as well “And, I thought, what the hell are we doing? Is this really worth fighting over? Worth separating over?”

She can feel the lump growing in throat, trying her hardest to swallow it down “Then-“ her voice cracks, her chest heaving up “Then..I decided to leave with Steve. To leave you..” Her bottom lip trembles, thinking about that day.

That fact that she left you without an explanation, just a chaste kiss and note.

“I never wanted to leave you, Y/N..but I thought you’d be safer here.” She confesses.

Though, her judgement was wrong. Stark was quick to have you interrogated over Natasha’s whereabouts—despite you being employed under Stark Industry and the two you being quite close—knowing it would lead them to the rest. You knew it was out of anger, the feeling of betrayal fuming inside him. To his very core.

We’re you a tad upset? Of course. Nonetheless, you never held it against him.

Natasha? Now that was a different story.

“You did what you could, all of you did what you could.” You assure her.

“But-“

“It’s ok, Nat..” You cut her off, a gentle smile forming.

“Why are you smiling?” She asks with a puzzled expression. Your lips curl into a thin line as you give a short shrug “I’m just happy you were able to get that off your chest. I know you’ve been holding a lot and I didn’t wanna push to you talk. Figured you talk when you’re ready.”

And you were glad you did.

All those nights in bed alone when Nat would in her office, indulging in any work she could to distract herself. When she’d rush awake from another nightmare. The afternoons spent training herself, shot after shot, punch after punch. The times when she’d barley eat.

You sat and watched, comforted, soothed and supported her through it all.

The anger.

The frustration.

The grief.

The self-doubt.

All of it.

And you were proud of her regardless.

Proud of this moment. Proud that she had taken the time to unravel.

_To come closer. _

The end her lip curls a tad, all the love she holds for you evident in her eyes. Feeling as though some of the weight had been lifted off. Content with what she had spewed. Gratful that she had you, through all of it. Through all of this.

“Thank you..” she mutters.

Humming, you pull your hands away from her jaw, one coming to fiddle with a piece of her hair “Besides, we’ll get them back.”

She attempts to speak but you’re quick to cut her off “We’ll get them back.” You repeat, determination set in your eyes “Some way, somehow, we’ll get our family back. No matter how long it takes us.”

“What if we can’t?” She questions, a forehead creasing.

You let out a huff “There are no ‘what if’s’. We will. I know we will.” You let your thumbs stroke over her cheeks, her lips brushing against your palm “We’ll get a second chance, and we always get a second chance.”

Her eyes scans your features for a few moments before gently grabbing the back your neck “I love you.” She murmurs before pulling you into a warm kiss.

A knock breaks the silence along with the clearing of the throat.

Natasha retracts slowly, letting out a along breath, a little upset that the moment had to end.

“Sorry to interrupt.” Steve smirks, leaning against the door “Just thought I’d come check in on you two.”

“Could have walked away, Rogers.” You joke, turning your attention towards him. The man shrugs, walking into the room, taking a seat across from you two “But then we wouldn’t be able to enjoy this moment together, now would we?”

Just as you’re about to speak, an alert pops up. You quickly move from in front of Natasha.

“Oh, hi! Hi! Is-ah anyone home! This is Scott Lang!” A man’s voice calls.

You turn your body to face the project completely, every ones attention now set on the man waving, a van parked behind him “We met a few years ago-“

“Is this an old message?” Steve asks, now risen from his seat.

“It’s the front gate.” Natasha breathes. You glance over at her, catching the hope written all over her face.

Steve and Natasha look at one another, eyes widened, a look of bewilderedness before looking at you. You blink, snapping out of your daze, eyes shifting between the two.

The muscles in your jaw tense, a mass building your in chest. Your instincts screaming for you to trust it. 

Just like you had trusted it when Natasha had left. 

Just like how you let lead you back to the compound. Back to Natasha,

Back to this family.

That feeling. 

Hope.

That this, was gonna get your family back.

Because now, there’s a chance and you’d be damned if you let it pass.

Because now, all this hope won’t go to waste.

They won’t let it.

“Let him in.”

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #avengers #natalia romanova x reader #black widow #black widow x y/n #black widow x reader #natasha romanov #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #black widow imagine #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #avengers endgame #scarlett johansson #avengers x reader #avengers x y/n #avengers imagine #marvel fanfiction #marvel angst #angst #scarlett johansson x reader #fluff #myfics

[thinkyoureholy]

Vox Populi [5]

[kind of a chill/domestic chapter, nothing too out there happens but some conflict resolution. if all my stories resolved shit as fast as these two then the characters wouldn’t have to suffer so much lolololol]

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Pairing : Park Seonghwa / [fem] Reader

Genre : Angst, Violence, Language, Fluff, Smut, Post Apocalypse/Dystopia! AU

Words : 4.3k

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-Seonghwa’s  P. O. V. -

We had all worked straight into the night, various members of our guard helping out as assistants to the small group of nurses and doctors we had. I was helping wherever I could or wherever I was needed. I had wanted to talk through everything with Y/N, from what happened back home to what happened when I arrived here but I haven’t really seen her around. We had a bit of a moment when I first saw her but I blew it by agreeing to her mother’s words. That’s a flaw of hers I wasn’t fond of. When I agreed with something she didn’t like she would get prissy about it but as much as that trait irritated me it made me love her even more. I loved her for all of her imperfections, those imperfections, though annoying at times, are what made me love her so much. I loved her fiery spirit. I loved how strong-willed she was. I loved how she stands up for what she believes in. I love how she sticks to her principles. I love her, everything about her, from her dazzling smile to the adorable pout she gives me when I tease her.

“My God, the look you have on your face right now is enough for me to gag.”

I snapped out of my stupor at the sound of his voice, my eyes taking in the grimace he wore, “Jealous?” I asked with a smirk playing at my lips.

He scoffed, taking a seat next to me and handing me a cup full of water, “As if. Love disgusts me and you just radiate the emotion whenever you have that look on your face. Tell me, is there ever a time when you’re not thinking about my captain?”

“Never.” I answered without hesitation, my smirk turning into a full blown grin.

He audibly gagged at the sight of my smile, covering his mouth dramatically, “Disgusting.”

I chuckled at his actions, nudging him softly with my shoulder, “You can’t say love is disgusting if you yourself are in fact, in love. And with someone just as infuriating might I add.”

He shuddered playfully but failed to hide the smile that had the ends of his lips curling upwards, “Ugh, don’t even mention it. I can’t believe it either. And with Fernandez too! I’m surprised I haven’t gone insane yet.” 

“Judging by your behavior I’d have to say you’re already pretty insane.” I said in a soft voice, knowing how he felt.

Yunho and Lucia had known each other roughly for the same amount of time Y/N and I had known each other but they got together later than we did. Those two would butt heads constantly. They were like fire and ice, Yunho’s personality burned so hot it was overwhelming at times and Lucia was so cold at times I felt like I needed to atone for every sin I’ve ever committed just from looking into her eyes.

“She keeps me on my toes, I can tell you that.” He chuckled softly, the grin he was trying to hide earlier on full display now, “Sucks that she outranks me though, uses that to shut me up sometimes. Anyway! Enough about me. You had this lovestruck look on your face earlier but I could also see the conflicting emotions in your eyes. What’s wrong?”

I hesitated, looking down at the water that sat at the bottom of my cup, “Y/N and I have gotten into a few arguments over the last few days.”

He paused for a moment, giving me a blank faced stare before speaking, “So you disagreed with her on something and she’s throwing a tantrum is what you’re telling me?”

I coughed out a chuckle at his tone of voice but shook my head, “No...well not exactly…” I trailed off as I thought back to the conversation we had just before she left Liszto to come here, “This new thing is about me agreeing with her mom and scolding her but I think what’s really bothering her is the things I said to her back home. I may have brought up Nikolai’s feelings for her and how uncomfortable it made me having  the two of them come out here, just the two of them.”

Yunho heaved out a heavy sigh, combing his hair back and out of his face as what I said to him set in, “I get where you’re coming from.” He paused, furrowing his brow, “But I don’t see why you’re so worried. It's no secret to the rest of us that the Major has feelings for the Captain, we all see the way Nikolai looks at her, we actually tease him about it. But I can tell you with certainty that his love is unrequited. The only look I see in Y/N’s eyes when she looks at him is a look of fondness, the same type of look you’d see a sibling give to an older one they adored.”

I bowed my head when he finished. I know I had stepped over the line but I couldn’t help but worry. Nikolai has shown me time and time again that he’s capable of taking her away from me. He goes out of his way to make me jealous and it infuriates me that he succeeds every time but I can’t just ignore how in love he is with her. Y/N has told me time and time again that he would never try anything while she and I were in a relationship but I couldn’t help but feel uneasy. 

“Just get out of your head for a bit, genius engineer,” Yunho said with a soft smile, patting my shoulder, “Don’t doubt her love and loyalty to you. She loves you and only you. Hate that bastard Volkov all you want, shit, I’d pay you to ruin that pretty little face of his. That asshole needs someone to hand his ass back to him on a silver platter.”

I didn’t bother giving him a response, thinking everything he said over in my head. My head felt like it was about ready to explode the longer I thought about it. I could deal with numbers, complicated equations and strategize all while keeping my eyes closed but the moment it came to Y/N my head felt emptier than it's ever been. With a sigh I finished off the last bit of my water and handed the cup back to Yunho, adjusting the strap of the rifle that hung from my shoulder.

“I’m gonna head out, patrol around the perimeter or guard the entrance, anything really.” I told him, my mind a jumbled mess as I pulled a pair of finger-less gloves out of my pocket and slipped them on, “I’m in serious need of some fresh air,” Yunho didn’t try and stop me, only offering me a nod of his head as he lifted his index and middle finger up to his head and gave me a mock salute. 

I patted myself down to check for extra magazines as I walked. I had one already in my rifle and felt an extra one in my left pocket. I wasn’t really expecting to actually use my rifle but I’d rather be safe than sorry, I didn’t know what kind of mutated animals were running around out here. As I got to the gates I was able to make out a familiar head of red hair, groaning at the sight. I must’ve groaned pretty loudly or he just had superb hearing. Nikolai turned around, along with Imlay who was standing next to him, Nikolai meeting my gaze. I gave him a blank look before diverting my eyes as I walked right past them.

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

I instinctively set my jaw at the sound of his voice, clutching onto the strap of my rifle tightly. I stopped in my tracks but didn’t bother turning around to look at him, knowing the look on his face would just piss me off, “On patrol.”

“For what? There aren’t any hostiles around so there’s no need to check the perimeter.” He said, his voice sounding closer than before.

Inhaled sharply before turning around to finally look at him, seeing that he had taken several steps towards me, “Look, I just need to clear my head and the only way I can do that is if I take a little walk alright?”

“Maybe you’d clear your head faster if you just talked things out with Y/N instead of running away like you always do.” He spat out, the fire in his eyes igniting my own.

“I’m getting real tired of your nose in shit it doesn’t belong, Nikolai. The only reason I’ve tolerated you this long is because of Y/N but you’re starting to push your fucking luck with me.” I all but growled out as I marched over to him.

Just as I was about to get in his face Imlay stepped out in between us. He had a nervous smile on his lips as he put his hands out in front of us, stopping us from getting any closer, “Hey...c’mon, we don’t need any of this. We have our hands full enough as it is treating the infected, we don’t need to be pulling the two of you off each other every time one of you looks at the other the wrong way,” He paused to make sure neither of us was going to start throwing punches before he addressed Nikolai, “Nik...just let him go. He’s not bothering anyone and the only one that would be in danger out there would be him and I’m sure he knows that. He won’t be causing any harm by patrolling.”

I looked past him to glare at Nikolai, a glare of his own on his face, “Continue to push my buttons and just watch what happens, Nikolai. There’s only so many times I’ll let your bullshit slide,” I warned, looking him up and down with distaste before muttering under my breath but made sure I spoke loud enough for him to hear me but I doubt he’d understand, “개새끼.”

I gave him one last look before turning on my heel and walked away. Not only was I trying to figure out how best to apologize to Y/N and work things out with her that asshole just had to piss me off.

-Y/N’s P.O.V-

I stretched my arms up high into the night sky, a heavy sigh leaving my lips as I stood to my full height. I gave the man one last look before leaving his tent. I made my way over to where our medical team had set up, my eyes darting around as I searched for a certain someone. Now should be as good a time as any to talk things out with Seonghwa. I didn’t want this to go on for any longer, I hated fighting with him. I closed my eyes a moment as I pulled off my gloves, thinking of what to say to him. I was still in deep thought when I made it inside the medical tent, heading straight for the bin of clean water that was at the far back of the tent. I turned the handle and watched the water flow for a second before I filled up a bowl with the water. 

“Sup Cap.” 

I looked up at the sound of his voice, a frown on my face at his choice of words, “Cap?” I asked, prompting him with a raised brow to elaborate on the nickname he’s given me, his superior might I add but he didn’t seem to notice the look I was giving him. Yunho simply grinned at him, the look on his face enough for me to let this slide, for now at least. I was never really one to enforce rules like addressing each other by our proper titles but something about the way he said it didn’t sit well with me. It could’ve been the smug and teasing look in his eyes or just because I wasn’t really in the mood for jokes, either way I let it go at the sight of his smile.

“Is there something I can do for you?” I asked when he didn’t say anything after his greeting.

His grin grew wider as he opened his mouth to speak but before he could get a word out a female voice cut him off, “What are you doing bothering the Captain?”

My gaze went to Lucia as she walked over to us, the teasing look in Yunho’s eyes turned into mischief, “I’m not bothering her.”

“Uh-huh. That look on your face is enough to tell me you’re up to no good...as usual.” She retorted, giving him a look before turning to face me and saluting me properly.

I raised a hand to indicate she didn’t need to be too formal. She stood at ease in front of me, keeping an eye on Yunho the whole time. I took this time to ask her a few questions.

“How are things with the others? Going smoothly I hope.”

She nodded, giving me an overview of today’s events. Beside Nikki and I, Fernandez was the highest ranking officer among the members of the guard that arrived. She was one of three Lieutenants we had, Abebe and Nobuhiko having stayed behind with my father and a few of the other higher ranking officers. I had noticed almost immediately that the ones that had come were mostly new recruits, privates of all ranks were most of the faces I had seen. Lucia gave me a full report of what the other members of the guard had been doing since they arrived. As she spoke I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander, looking for a familiar head of black hair.

“If you’re looking for Seonghwa he went out for a little walk awhile ago.” Yunho said, interrupting Lucia’s report.

She was about to scold him for interrupting her but before she could I spoke, “Did he say where he was going?”

“I think he said he was going to stand watch at the gate or patrol the perimeter.” He said with a knowing smile on his face.

I nodded at his words, ignoring the look he was giving me before addressing Lucia, “We’ll continue this later. Lucia, do me a favor and assign the others to check in on the sick every few hours. Give them rotating shifts so they can do it through the night and into morning,” I told her all this as I shook the water from my hands and left to try and catch up with Seonghwa. 

The moment I left the tent I broke out into a jog, impatient to see Seonghwa. I had been avoiding him all day because I was stupid and liked to hold grudges for no reason. And now that I’ve gone hours without seeing him I was missing his face and the smile he would give me every time he looked at me. Just thinking about him had me breaking out into a full on run, seeing Nikki on watch with Imlay. I came to a stop in front of the two, asking if they’ve seen Seonghwa.

“Yeah he-”

“If you’re just going to come back with that same look on your face you’ve had for the past few days then I suggest you turn back around.” Nikki said in a harsh tone.

I furrowed my brows in confusion, wondering where this sudden outburst came from but before I could question him Imlay spoke up, “Um, he went that way Captain. He looked like he was going through something, maybe he’ll cheer up once he sees you.”

My eyes darting from Imlay to Nikki then back to Imlay, nodding at his words with a grateful smile on my lips, “Thanks, Scott,” I then turned to Nikki, “I don’t know what’s gotten into you but let’s talk later alright?”

“You really have no idea what this is about?” He asked, stopping me in my tracks.

Again, my face showed confusion as he took a step towards me. What’s gotten into him? I was about to ask but just as I opened my mouth the sound of a rifle firing off in the distance cut through the quiet night. My face paled at the sound, pivoting on my foot as I looked out in the direction the shots came from. I searched the woods, my heart beating rapidly in my ears as I thought of who could’ve fired off those shots. 

Please...please let me be wrong.

I turned back to Nikki and Imlay in a hurry, “Imlay give me your gun,” I rushed out but didn’t really give him a chance to hand it over as I basically took the rifle from his hands. Just as I was about to take off running I was cemented to my spot as I heard more gunfire, my breathing picking up speed as I thought of all the possibilities. Nikki began to speak but none of his words processed in my head, my legs finally moving as I bolted towards where I hoped to find Seonghwa. 

“Seonghwa!?” I shouted, unable to stop myself from calling out his name so desperately.

I knew there was a chance, albeit a small chance, of him running into someone that was hostile towards the people of this small village or to him himself as the son of the leader of our city. I picked up the pace at the thought of something bad happening to him. Just as I was drowning in these thoughts I was able to make out a figure not too far away. I squinted through the night, unable to make any of their features out. The height matched Seonghwa but that wasn’t much of a confirmation as I called out, praying it was him.

“Seonghwa? Is that you?” I asked as I came to a stop, inching towards them slowly. 

I held onto my rifle tightly, ready to use it if it turned out not to be him. But I had no need to be so wary, my grip on my rifle disappeared completely when I heard his voice.

“Y/N? What are you doing out here?” He asked, coming forward so I could see him better.

I let out a sigh of relief, letting my rifle fall to the floor and make quick work to close the distance between us. I could see the confusion on his face mixed with a hint of concern but before he was able to voice any of his worries I threw my arms around his shoulders, bringing him into a tight embrace. I felt him go stiff in my hold for a second but he relaxed almost immediately, his arms instinctively wrapping around my waist. I clung onto him tightly, one of my hands clutching the fabric of his shirt tightly while the other made its way to the back of his head, my fingers weaving through his soft hair. 

“Y/N…what’s wrong? You’re shaking…” Seonghwa trailed off as he tried to pull away from the hug, undoubtedly wanting to get a look at my face but I held onto him tighter, not letting go.

“She freaked out because of the gunfire...probably thought up some elaborate idea of you being ambushed which is absurd by the way. Besides Liszto and this village the next city is about a hundred miles out.” Nikki explained, sounding exasperated. A moment of silence passed through us until he spoke up again, “Though I myself probably wouldn’t have minded you being abducted…”

“Nikolai.” I all but growled out when he said that, my hold on Seonghwa loosened but as I was about to let go Seonghwa suddenly held me tighter.

“Did you already forget what I just told you, Volkov?” Seonghwa asked, a threatening tone in his voice.

I heard Nikki scoff from behind me, knowing he was rolling his eyes, “Yeah, yeah. I’ll believe you when you actually go through with your threats, Park. Now what were you shooting at?”

I finally pulled away from the hug, curious to know why he fired his rifle when there didn’t seem to be anything dangerous around. I took a small step to the side, intertwining my fingers with his and basically clung onto his arm. He looked over at me with a raised brow questioningly but the look in his eyes was a fond one as he gave my hand a squeeze, “There was a bear.”

“A bear? Really?” Nikki asked skeptically, not believing a word.

“See for yourself.” Seonghwa said with a sigh and gestured to a big brown blob to his right.

Nikki and I both looked in surprise to find that he had indeed shot a bear, one that was twice the size of a regular bear book would describe. Nikki let out a loud whistle, seemingly impressed that Seonghwa had taken down an animal of that size. He was just about to comment when we heard a chorus of boots stomping on the hard ground followed by a series of commands, the voice belonging to Lucia. When she and the others came into view they were confused to see the three of us were just standing there. 

“Imlay told us there was an emergency.”

Nikki shook his head, “False alarm. Come over here and help me with this, we can use the fur or meat of this animal for...something…” Nikki trailed off, unsure as he started thinking of what to do but still led the others to the animal.

I took the opportunity to pull Seonghwa aside, looking him over for any injuries. I was so relieved to see that he was still here, standing on his own two feet. I didn’t think to check if that animal did something to him. I could feel his eyes on me as I turned his hands and arms, looking for scratches or things of the sort. I then moved up to inspect his face properly. I cupped his face gently in my hands, moving his head from side to side as I looked over his neck and face. As I was doing so he placed his hand over mine, drawing my eyes to his. He gave me a smile so soft I felt my tense shoulder immediately relax, his eyes crinkling ever so slightly as he gazed at me.

“I’m fine, Y/N. That thing didn’t get close enough to touch me, stop worrying about me alright?” He said in a tender voice, reaching over to smooth my brow, trying to erase the frown from my face, “Besides, I thought you were angry with me.”

“Just because I’m upset with you doesn’t mean I want anything bad to happen to you.” I told him pointedly, slightly offended that he could even think that badly of me, “We may have been arguing but no matter how angry and upset I am with you I would never wish any harm to come to you.”

He sighed out a soft laugh, seemingly overwhelmed by God knows who as he cupped the sides of my face and leaned forward, planting a big and lingering kiss on my forehead, “Ugh, I love you so much,” He groaned out as he pulled away, a blush rising to my cheeks at the words. I’m so used to him saying this to me but there are times when he says it in a different manner than usual and that’s when I’m caught off guard the most. At moments like this all I could do was blush. He chuckled at the sight of my blush, suddenly pulling me into his embrace, letting me bury my face in the crook of his neck. I heard the members of the guard let out wolf whistles as they passed by with the giant sized bear. I ignored them, knowing they wouldn’t miss the opportunity to tease me over this for the next few days.

“I’m sorry about what I said the other day. I should trust that you’ll push Nikolai away if he tries something.” He sighed as he pulled away from the hug, keeping his hands on my shoulders. I went to reiterate that Nikki would never try anything but he beat me to it, “I know you said he would never do such a thing but I can’t help but worry over it. No matter how much you reassure me I’m going to keep worrying so just let me alright?”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t keep the smile off of my face, “Fine. And I’m sorry about this morning. I was a little out of line,” I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck sheepishly as I avoided eye contact.

He snickered teasingly, the back of his fingers brushing against my cheek tenderly, “I know you didn’t want to hear me backing up your mother like that but you needed to hear it. I know how much you look up to your father and how much you love him. If something happens to your father after he fails to live up to your expectations then I know you’d run yourself straight into the ground with guilt and I don’t want you to go through that. ”

I kept my eyes focused on something other than him, knowing everything he was saying was the truth but it doesn’t mean I always want to hear it. I did have a bad habit of relying too heavily on my father and I know that but I can’t help it. My mother had always been too busy with work or with Adonis, besides Nikki my father was all I really had at times.

“I’ll...ease up…” I mumbled in regards to my father.

Seonghwa beamed at me, his smile blinding even in the moonlight, “Good. Now that we’ve resolved things let's head back and get some sleep. We’re going to need our rest if we want to be of any help tomorrow,” He pulled me towards him, having me stand in front of him as he hugged my waist from behind and began to walk back to camp like that. 

~

“개새끼” - son of a bitch

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[monst]

Encounter

Monster/Yokai au.

All characters 18+

Characters: Todoroki, Bakugou and, Midoriya. +You

Warnings: Cursing, slight nudity, Kinda long post.

Encountering the supernatural. (Aka Meeting s/o.)

I wanted to do a monster au but I was tired of the cliché vampire, werewolf and ghost for these three. So, I thought why not make them Yokai. The pictures used were drawn by yours truly and yes there not great I did them all in one day so there kinda sloppy (I’m looking forward to re-drawing them tho.). For now, it’ll just be these three.

Todoroki Shoto- Kami of a shrine son of a Yuki-onna and an Akurojin-no-hi.

“Those fuckers.” You grumbled to yourself as you almost slipped on another frozen puddle. Said ‘fuckers’ were your friends. Why were you cursing them? Well you knew you wouldn’t have been freezing your ass off if they weren’t so superstitious. The lot of them had told you that there was a shrine at the edge of town that was haunted. Ridiculous right?

             They didn’t let up each telling a tale of their encounters. After listening to the so-called ghost stories, you called bull and told them that if you got proof that the place wasn’t haunted then they’d each owe you a meal at any place no matter the cost. “I’ll go right after class.” You had declared.

             So, there you were pushing through snow up to your hip to make it to the shrine. ‘If there is a shrine.’ You frowned at the thought. Your fingers were going numb over the camera you bought with you and your teeth were chattering. You thought of turning around and going home, but your pride would not allow you too. You opened your mouth and, you were going to see it through. A strong gust of wind broke through the barrier of your thick coat and, you looked up with a shiver.

“What the hell!?” Your blood boiled cold forgotten. What had you so worked up was the sight in front of you. Up until that point you had been pushing through hip deep snow but, literally half a mile around the Torii gate was dry ground. As in there was no snow. Meaning.

“Abandoned my left nut. If I had a left nut…… And, even if I did it would have fallen off by now.” You ranted to yourself while stepping on the snow free ground. You brushed yourself off and looked at the stairs behind the gate. “Well I’m already here.” You grumbled.

“Maybe I can get an early new year wish and ask the gods to put toads in my shitty friends’ soup.” You said a smile coming onto your lips. Only for it to drop. Your body felt warm. Not just your body the air as soon as you stepped into the clearing had changed. The word haunted flashed in your mind, but your eyes were captured by something else.

             The soft clacking of geta took your attention but the sight took your breath. The man that walked down the steps was gorgeous. He wore a dark traditional outfit with a white haori jacket decorated with black so flakes. His hair was dual toned half a brilliant red, and the other half a powder white which bounced lightly with every step. Although he had a scar over one of his eyes, it didn’t take anything away from his attractive features. Your favorite being his irises blue and grey. They were turned to a stone in his hand.

             You stood there awkwardly just eyeballing the guy as he made it down the stairs and to the right side of the Torii gate. You really did think he was attractive and, you shamelessly lifted the camera. “Well he’s good enough proof” You smiled snapping a shot of the man. When you went to see the picture, you froze he had noticed.

             You looked up sheepishly and gave the stranger a smile. He was not amused.

“What are you doing here.” He demanded.

“Uh Nature pictures…………………?” You tried.

“Please go away.” He said politely.

             You frowned. “I just got here. And, besides I need pictures to prove that this place isn’t haunted. So, no I will not be going away.” You sassed. His eyes narrowed at you and you could have sworn the temperature dropped. He turned to you and, made to walk in your direction making.

“Very well.”

Bakugou Katsuki- Kitsune self-proclaimed owner of your grandparent’s backyard…….

             “I’m done!” You yelled in vexation. You had been ecstatic when you were told that you could vacation at your grandparents’ home. They lived out in the country near the mountains with acres of land to their names.  And, you were excited to get out of the city for a couple months to enjoy all that fresh air. But, as luck would have it, you had already done everything under the sun in the first week. Your grandparents though they loved you dearly were already annoyed at your huffing and sent you out on an ‘adventure.’

             “Just go down the trail marked up and, you’ll find the sacred fruit tree.” They told you. At first you figured that they were talking about some hidden apple tree and, you decided that it would be fine to pick some apples. But that was three hours ago and, you’ve past that thorn bush well over fifty times by now.

             Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as you noticed the sun was soon to set. You were hungry and, agitated. Your legs and arms were covered in dirt, bug bites and scratches. All you wanted was to go home and take a bath and have your grandmother make you your favorite food while you played your grandfather at some random game.

“Oi.” Your head jerked up quickly at the sound and, you looked around and spotted nothing. Great. You slid down your back against a tree as you wallow in pity. Before a single tear could run down your face you felt something thunk against your head.

“Ouch.” You muttered picking up the acorn that had been chucked at you.

“Hey, you. shitty brat I’m talking to you.” You looked in front of you and jumped back into the tree. The sat a man that wasn’t there before. The ‘man’ had what looked like ears atop his head and, five blond tails.

“W-what are you?” You said in shock.

             His red eyes narrowed at your cowering form. A sneer painted his face as he regarded you with contempt. “Who am I? How the fuck do you not know who I am? I fucking own this land. Everyone knows that!” He barked his ruby eyes a burning inferno.

“W-what do you mean? Th-this is still part of my grandparents land, right?” You asked timidly.

“Those shitty prunes don’t own shit! This land has been mine for almost five hundred fucking years.” He seethed. “Now be a good mortal and, tell me why the hell were you walking on this path.”

“My granny said that there’s apples down- “

“You’re a shit liar. Why do you think I had you going in circles?! You know this Is the route for the sacred tree you just wanted to steal it’s fruit. Fucking thief.” He accused.

“That’s not what I was doing! I swear I don’t even know what the tree looks like!” You cried defending yourself.

“This is a sacred fruit.” He said holding up a strange round object to the sun. “Now mortal since you tried to steal this shit, I should rip you in two.” He threatened.

“But since this is your first fucking offense, I’ll be lenient.” He said getting up and, stalking towards your quivering form. He bent down so that his face was close to yours allowing you to see the red marking on his face clearer. “Next time I see your ugly mug I’ll make sure to devour your fucking soul human.”

             He pulled back with the same sneer on his face and turned around. “Go before I change my mind and eat you, you dirty ass thief.”

             With his illusion magic gone you could see that you were close to your ‘vacation’ home and, you quickly stood to book it when something smacked into your face. You closed your hand around the bumpy green fruit and ran like hell.

“Stupid ass human.”

Midoriya Izuku- Baku who’s still trying to get used to his job.

             You sighed and looked down at the talisman. In all honesty the thing kinda creeped you out but you were willing to try anything to get some decent sleep. As of late you’ve been plagued by terrible night terrors. You’d find yourself screaming awake or not going to sleep in order to avoid dreaming. You were also given the talisman by some woman your mother knew. She said to trust the Baku to do its job. Whatever that was.

             You rolled your eyes at what you were about to do but, at this point you just wanted some sleep maybe you were getting senile? You snorted and, parted your lips. “Baku-san please come to me at night and feast upon my nightmares. I give you permission to clean my dreams of all despair…” With that you slipped the bugger under your pillow. “Well I hope it works…. Maybe it’s a placebo?”

             Your hands removed your pajama top and shorts. With a sigh you unclipped your bra letting your breast hand free. You stepped out of your panties and pulled on a button up sleep shirt. You had found sleeping slightly nude to be more comfortable due to how many times your clothing would end up soaked in sweat when you had nightmares.

             Placing your phone down you turned off the lights and got under your covers. You laid there waiting for sleep. You laid there for almost an hour until you felt your eyes grow heavy. Just as your top lid kissed your bottom lid you heard a sound.

“Ow *hiss* ow ow ow that hurt.” Your jumped up out of your bed and grabbed at whatever you could find. Which just so happened to be a spoon from when you ate your cereal that morning. “Oh shoot.” You heard the intruder say. You quickly flicked on the light.

             Once the room was bathed in light your eyes narrowed at the man in your bedroom. The creep had horn headband and, a cheap tail. You glared at the freak. “What the hell are you doing in my room!? How’d you get in!?” You interrogated.

“A-ah t-th-that’s umm I’m y-your Baku?” He said awkwardly his eyes on his shoes.

“Baku? What the hell are you talking about?! I’m calling the police!” You yelled more than likely awakening your parents and, sibling.

“Ah P-please don’t I would hate for you to get in trouble for me doing a bad job.” He said looking at you only to flush red to the tips of his ears and, look down. “Y-your shirt.” He mumbled.

             Lo and, behold the top buttons on your shirt had come undone and, you had just flashed the strange green haired man. “You nasty pervert!” You screeched covering your breasts.

“Sweetie are you okay!?” Your father asked quickly unlocking the door with a spare key. You glared at the green-eyed freckled guy as your father and, mother walked in.

“We heard you screaming again are you okay?” Your mother asked.

“Another nightmare Pumpkin.” Your father questioned.

             Your mouth was agape were they just ignoring the guy, or could he really be…. You were shook to say the least and, as soon as your parents realized there was no threat, they sauntered off telling you to keep the door unlocked. After doing the opposite and, locking your door you looked to the horned guy standing in the middle of your room.

“So… Your real.” You asked tentatively. “Oh, shit I’m going insane.”

“N-no I’m real.” He said a blush still on his cheeks.

“But, how? Why?” You said.

“That’s a bit rude. I exist just like you exist.” He said and started to mutter about how humans think that there the only ones who matter in this plane.

“Uh not to be rude Mr. Baku but why are you here?” You asked.

             He gave you a bright blinding smile and, you almost shrieked ‘the light it burns’. “I’m here because you summoned me. It’s kinda my job. People use the talisman and, a Baku is deployed to that person.” He informed. “I’ve never eaten the nightmares of someone your age before… Usually kids call on us. Not that it’s a bad thing! Or something to be ashamed of!” He said.

“How does it work?” You asked. He blushed.

“You need to be sleeping!” He said hiding his face behind a drawing. “It’s easier with younger kids just a tap to the head but- “He cut himself off to and looked off to the side.

             You found this ‘Baku’ very unthreatening the more you spoke to him therefore you decided to ask. “What’s in your hand?”

“Ah th-this is for you it’s my personal Talisman. It means that only I can eat your nightmares. A lot of Baku’s won’t tell you this, but eating dreams is really tempting and dangerous.”

“Right, either I’m so fucked up I’m hallucinating... Or this is real... then let me hit the sack so you can do your ‘job’.” You said crawling back into bed. The Baku stood over you his green eyes glowing. You felt your eyes droop at his stare and, your blood ran cold at what he said next but, you were already drifting.

“I’m very sorry.”

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[scatter-the-stars]

K&B Criminal/detective AU

Please read the author’s note I posted before the story.

Author’s Note: although short, this story deals with murder and child abuse.  Both of these are tough and sensitive subject matters.  If that is something you can’t read, I understand you passing this up.  If you do continue, know I allude to the abuse and nothing else.  Although I wanted a dark subject matter for this fic, I am not the kind of person who can, or will ever, write something like that.

"Hey, hot shot, over here."  Martinez shoots him a grin that says he's teasing while waving him over to the back room.

Blaine rolls his eyes at the name.  "Fuck off, Martinez." 

"What?  I can't tease the man of the hour?"

"I didn't do shit.  You should be thanking Marla."  Blaine thinks of the petrified thirteen year old girl he spotted by the luck of the fucking universe a month ago in a grocery store.  He knew her face.  Remembered seeing it splashed all over the news the year before when she had been taken.  Those wide green eyes and raven black hair that framed her face were something he could never forget.

Her long hair had been cut short.  Like a boy's.  She wore glasses she didn't need.  But none of that mattered.  Because he knew her.  That same sense of familiarity struck him the moment he saw her in that aisle just like it did the first time he saw her picture.  When he saw someone who reminded him so much of Penny.  Of his little sister.

Where he couldn’t save one, he rescued the other.

He can still remember the way Marla clung to him like a baby monkey clinging to its mother.  He can still her soft sobs, and see her anguished face.  What he remembers most is the look of pure happiness in her eyes when she saw her parents for the first time in over fourteen months.

“That girl is a fighter,” Martinez states with pride in his voice.

Blaine agrees with a nod of his head.  Thinks of how that one word, fighter, perfectly describes Marla and what she survived through.

The smell is the first thing that hits him when he steps into the bedroom.  That putrid, unmistakable smell of death.  That smell he will never get used to no matter how many times he encounters it.

"Where's the body?"

Martinez jerks his thumb to what looks like a bathroom.  "It's a fucking mess, man.  This guy makes Jack the Ripper look like the fucking Tooth Fairy."

No truer statement has been spoken.  Blaine has been there since they found the first body.  Or what was left of it.  Saw the mangled, tortured remains of what was left of Jacob Mills.  And he's seen every body that has followed.  Each crime scene is like an ugly reality of the boogeyman's imagination come to life.

"Who's the vic?"  He keeps away from the bathroom for the moment.  Wants to know who he's about to see butchered like an animal.

Martinez scratches the back of his head.  "Elijah Cooke."

"Fuck."  Blaine drops his head back and lets out a long exhale of breath.

"Yeah."  Martinez agrees.  "Can't say I'm not all upset about this one."

Blaine lifts his head and eyes his partner.  "You say that about all of them."

Martinez gives a small shrug of his shoulders.  Pops a piece of gum into his mouth.  "They all deserve it.  If you ask me-"

"I didn't."

"-I want to meet this guy and shake his hand."

Blaine eyes Martinez.  "You want to shake a serial killer's hand?"

Martinez pops his gum.  "I want to shake the hand of the guy taking care of these monsters."

"You're fucked up, Martinez," he says with a short chuckle, not outright disagreeing with his partner.

"That's what the wife tells me all the time."  Martinez grins.

Blaine shakes his head.

"I'm gonna go check out the scene."

"Hey, wait."  Martinez takes a step forward.  A serious expression taking over his face.

"What?"  Worry begins to grow heavy in the pit of Blaine's stomach.

"Before you go in, I need to tell you."  Martinez takes a breath.  "He mentioned you."

Blaine's brows furrow in confusion.  "Who?  Him him?

Martinez nods his head.

"What did he say?"

"See for yourself."  Martinez tips his head in the direction of the bathroom.

The deep breath Blaine pulls in is slowly let out before he steps into the master bathroom.

The mutilated body in the tub stands out amongst the pristine white walls and floors.  Or what he can see of the floors, as pictures are scattered all over the tile.  Pictures he knows are of innocent victims.  Red stains the white porcelain of the tub.  One of the victim's hands—missing a few fingers Blaine notes—hangs over the edge of the tub.  His legs are stretched out in the tub.  Head hanging over the edge.  He's naked.  Slices cover his entire body.  Cuts that were meant to inflict pain and not bring about death.  That along with the fact the guy has been surgically cut open and is most likely missing his heart only reassures Blaine he's right in thinking their killer is a medical professional of some kind.

"Fucked up, right?"  Martinez says when he comes to stand beside him.

"Yeah."  Blaine takes a step closer to the tub.  Leans in a bit to get a better view of the body.  "Did he..."

"Yup," Martinez answers his unfinished question with a grin.  "Pretty sure the coroner is gonna tell us he did that while this piece of shit was alive."

Blaine doesn't scold Martinez for the name.  Because Elijah Cooke is...was a piece of shit.  Worse than.  Anyone who did what he did and enjoyed it is deserving of the name.  And the means in which he died.

He may be a detective and seek justice for the victims of the criminals he captures.  But there’s always that small part of him that wants the kind of justice that Elijah Cooke was served.

"How did he not fight?"  Blaine questions, although he suspects he knows the answer.  The same one Martinez and him had been given the six previous times.

Their guy seems to have a knowledge of drugs.  Uses a cocktail mixture to paralyze his victims before torturing them while they're alive and can feel everything.

"You know how," Martinez replies.  He pops his gum.

“Maid found the body?”

“Yep.  She’s in the kitchen.  Is in quite a state of shock right now.”

Blaine can’t blame her.  Any normal citizen doesn’t stumble on a scene like this and not be affected.

“You talk to her yet?”

“Was waiting for you,” Martinez replies.

Blaine stands back up.  Continues to eye the victim's inner thighs that have been skinned and carved to the bone.

"Did you see your message?"

That grabs Blaine's attention.  He steps away from the tub and over to the mirror, where he knows a message is written.  And just like before, written in the victim's blood, are the words he's memorized by now.  But it's what's underneath them, the new part to the otherwise same message that grabs his attention.

No one should escape justice.

P. S. Tell Detective Anderson thank you

"What do you think he means?"  Martinez asks.

"I don't know," Blaine replies, though he suspects he has a suspicion as to what their guy is referring to.

"This will be a shit show once the news gets ahold of this."

Blaine agrees.  Not only is this another victim of The Advocator, as he's been dubbed by the media, but add to the fact that the victim is Elijah Cooke, a well known man in high society, and journalists will be clambering all over this like flies on shit.

"Fuck!"  He groans again.

This is the last thing Martinez and him need.  They already deal with enough crap from the higher ups.  Add in the media and this is about an even crazier circus show.

"Come on."  Martinez lightly pats his shoulder.  "We've got a maid to interview."

Blaine rubs the back of his neck and nods his head.

He tries to help Martinez with interviewing the still shaken up maid, but he’s no help.  Not when his mind keeps going back to the message that was left for him.  Thankfully, Martinez picks up his slack.

“You okay?”  Martinez asks after they’ve freed themselves of the journalists demanding to know what happened and are safely in his car.

“I don’t know.”  Blaine rests his head back against the headrest.  He lets out a tired, heavy breath.  “That message has me fucked up.”

“Understandable.”  Martinez pops his gum.  “Not every day a serial killer signals you out.”

“No, it’s not.”

“You know what else it could be?”

Blaine turns his head and looks at his partner.  At almost twenty years older than him, with brown hair that is starting to gray at the temples, lines on his face that show a life lived, and a small belly gained from years of “wife’s delicious cooking” as he says, he has nothing but respect for the guy who has shown him everything in this job.

Martinez grins.  “You need to get laid.”

Blaine groans.  “Fuck off, Martinez.”  It’s said in a playful manner.

Martinez chuckles and starts his car.

The entire drive back to the station, his mind lingers on the message he received.  On who left it for him.

As much as he's against personal justice being handed out, he wants to find this guy.  To ask him what makes him think he can do what he's been doing.

                                                     ••••

Hot water runs down his naked, tired body.  The shower a great welcome after the long night he had.  The memory of which doesn't bring him joy as it would a certain type of person.

This isn't some scripted television show where he finds relief in taking someone's life.  He isn't a monster that needs to kill to satisfy some inner beast.  No, he's a normal guy dealing justice while trying to outrun his demons.

He's not fucked-up or crazy.  Not like Bundy or Manson or Dahmer.  He lives a completely normal life.  He has a job he worked hard to obtain.  He has friends.  Has had boyfriends and lovers.

He's normal.

That didn't stop that black spot on his soul to fester and grow.  The spot that was put there by the monster who promised to care for him after both his parents died.  The monster who took his innocence.  The monster he watched struggle for his last breath when he was seventeen and held him under the water in the tub.

The memory of killing Charles Hummel sends a surge of joy through him that no other kill of his gives him.  Some fucked up part of him wishes he could go back and do it again.  Wishes he could make Charles hurt the way he hurt him.  Wishes he could inflict hours and days of pain on that monster.

Kurt pours body wash on the loofa sponge and runs it all over his body.  His fingers pass over the scar on his right side just above his kidney.  Tries to suppress the memory of how he got it.

Not now.

He can't let the memory take over his mind.  It'll only bring a cloud of darkness he can't get out from under.

He thinks of good things.  Of graduating top of his class from medical school.  Of saving a six year old boy a week ago with a punctured lung and broken leg after being in a car crash.

He thinks of him.

The image of Detective Anderson flashes in his mind.  Desire streaks through him like a set off firework climbing into the sky.  Once it beautifully explodes it lights him up.  Heat floods him.  He skims a hand down his chest and torso.  Teases his fingers at the base of his cock.

Eyes fall closed and he thinks of Blaine.  Thinks of him as he runs the palm of his hand along his stiff cock. Wonders how it would feel to run his fingers through his thick curls.  To kiss and lick and bite his tanned skin.  To see him naked, and to ride his cock until he exploded between them.

He grips his cock as he imagines that.  Strokes as he pictures straddling Blaine's trim waist and riding him without a thought or worry.

His orgasm hits him sooner than he likes.  He comes all over his fist and the wall.  Watches his cum slide down and disappear into the drain.  Feels his cock give a twitch as he imagines fucking Blaine's mouth and coming down his throat.

He doesn't touch himself again.  Can't.  Even though he wants to.  Knows he needs to finish his shower and get ready for work.

In his kitchen making a cup of coffee, bread toasting, a grin breaks across his face as he hears the news break about Elijah Cooke.

"Law enforcement is not saying much about the murder of Elijah Cooke.  But what we do know is that he's the latest victim of The Advocator."

Kurt snorts at the ridiculous name given to him.  If he had a say, he would pick something less judicial sounding.

A picture of Elijah Cooke popping up on screen standing in front of one of his high rises has a surge of anger growing in Kurt over everything that man got away with.

Not anymore.

He smiles at the thought.  Remembers how he put an end to Elijah's deeds permanently the night before.

The memory of Elijah's eyes going wide as he silently screamed behind his closed mouth while he cut off one of his fingers pushes away that anger.  The anger over the injustice that while alive Elijah never paid for what he did to his innocent victims.

"Detective Anderson, lead investigator on the case, was asked about the murder but gave no reply."

Kurt feels his insides go all warm when they show a video of Blaine walking with his partner out of the building while all media types yell questions at him.  The stoic, unwavering look of strength on his face makes his heart jump.  The way he seems to bite his inner cheek makes him smile.  He wonders what words sit on Blaine's tongue.  Wonders what he would say if he could.

From the first moment he saw Blaine after his second murder three years ago, he's been intrigued by him.  Wanted to get closer to the man doing everything to stop him.  But he's played it safe.  Has kept his distance.

Last month, though, things changed for him.  He saw the story break when Blaine saved Marla Hilsom.  The desire to meet Blaine in person grew to an almost uncontrollable urge.  He wanted to know about the man who saved others.  Who sought out the monsters of this world.

Like me.

No!

He's not a monster.  He's not like his uncle.  Not like Elijah Cooke.  Or any of the other men he's killed.

Victim.

He's a victim of his past.  A victim of a situation he couldn't control.  None of those men he killed are the victims.  They're the monsters.  The dark spots that take away happiness and hope.  Dark spots that ruin childhoods and dreams.

He's the victim.

Coffee and toast forgotten, television shut off, he leaves his apartment and starts his walk to work.  A big yawn has him stopping at a Starbucks he usually wouldn't step into.  But seeing as he had a long night and didn't have his cup of coffee, he needs the much needed caffeine if he's going to get through his next shift.

The smell of coffee and vanilla and sugar is almost overwhelming when he steps into the store.  He almost turns around and leaves.  Considers just suffering through the terrible coffee in the break room at the hospital.  But the thought of that black sludge they try to pass off as coffee has him stepping into line behind a young girl.

It takes a few minutes before he reaches the counter.  He orders a simple large black coffee.

He grabs his cup when his name is called out.  Goes over to the station to make his coffee as he likes.  Pops the lid off and reaches for the sugar packets.

A hand brushing his has him jerking away.  He looks to see who it is and feels his mouth go dry and eyes go wide when he looks at the man who's been a constant in his fantasizes for a few years now.

Blaine smiles a brilliant, beautiful smile.  "Sorry," he says.  "You first."  He gestures to the sugar.

Kurt stands struck motionless and speechless as he stares at Blaine.  His mind screams at him to say something.  To open his mouth and speak anything.  But that seems impossible at the moment.

"You okay?"  Concern mars Blaine's face.

That snaps Kurt out of his moment of stupidity.  "Yeah."  He smiles and shakes his head.  "I'm sorry."

Blaine's smile returns.  "It's okay."

Kurt decides he likes Blaine's smile.  Wants to see more of it.

He often wondered in the last few years what Blaine would be like in person.  And he can say without a doubt that he's more stunning in the flesh.  From his dark curls and eyelashes that frame his hazel eyes.  To his straight nose and full lips.  Everything about him is better in person.  And up close, he can see the flecks of color in his eyes.  The yellows and greens and browns that make up his eyes that look like a painter flung paint to a canvas and his eyes are the result.

"Blaine."  He says the name with shock and awe, and an underlying hint of need.

Blaine face screws-up in shock and confusion.  "How do you know my name?"

"The news," he quickly replies.  "They were talking about you this morning."

"Right."  Blaine seems relieved by that answer.

"I'm not some crazy stalker, like you thought," he teases.

Blaine chuckles as splotches of red stain his cheeks and neck.

Kurt wants to feel those spots under his lips.  Wants to find out how hot the areas are.  What his flushed skin tastes like under his tongue.

"Sorry," Blaine says.  "Bad habit of being a detective.  I assume the worst of things."

"No need to apologize."  Kurt offers his hand.  "I'm Kurt, by the way."

There's no denying the sharp jolt that runs through him when Blaine's hand slips into his.

By the surprised intake of breath he hears from Blaine, it’s clear he experienced the same thing as him.

"It's nice to meet you."

Blaine shakes his hand.

Kurt hates when he pulls his hand back.  Wants to take it back in his hand.  To pull him close and press their mouths together.  Wants to invite him into his dark, fucked up world.

He doesn't.  He busies himself with pouring sugar into his coffee.  Tries not to think of how close Blaine is to him.  Tries to do the right thing, the safe thing, and block him out.

Blaine can't be a part of his life.  It's not logical or reasonable.  Being with Blaine will only bring out problems he doesn't need to deal with.  Will make life more difficult for him.

That's what he tells himself.  That he should just walk away from the trouble Blaine could bring.

He doesn't listen.

Instead, he turns to Blaine and smiles.  "Would you like to sit at a table together?"

Blaine returns his smile.  "That sounds great."

They sit and talk and get to know each other.  They talk until he has to leave before he's late.  Then they talk for another fifteen minutes.

"I'm sorry," Blaine apologizes as they step out of the Starbucks.

"It's fine," Kurt assures him.  "It's only a few minutes."

"At least let me give you a ride," Blaine offers.  "Where do you work?"

Kurt considers the offer for all of two seconds before agreeing to it.  "At the downtown hospital."

"A doctor.  Sexy."  Blaine smirks and winks to only show he's playing.

Kurt laughs.  He checks the time on his phone.  "Shit.  I really need to go."

They climb into Blaine's car.  He finds himself in front of the hospital less than ten minutes later.

"Thank you."  He opens the door.

"Wait."  Blaine shoots an arm out to grab his wrist.  He stiffens at the touch until he remembers this isn't his uncle.  That he's not about to be dragged to a dark room.

Blaine must notice because he quickly lets him go.  "Sorry."

"No.  It's not you."  Kurt wills his heart to stop hammering and breathing to even out.  "W-What were you going to say?"

Focus.

Breathe.

He thinks.  Thinks of the warm sun on his skin.  Thinks of strong coffee on his tongue.  Thinks of Blaine.

His eyes drift to the man who calms and rattles him at the same time.  The man who feels like the sun on his skin when he's near him.  Who looks as strong as the coffee he drinks.  And he wants to drink Blaine in.  To open himself up and let Blaine give him that strength he seeks out.

"Can I see you again?"  Blaine sounds so hopeful that it cracks the armor Kurt always puts up to protect himself.

No.

He should listen to his head.  Should tell Blaine that he's not dating right now.  That his life is a mess he doesn't want to invite anyone in to witness.

He listens to his heart.

"Yes."

A beautiful smile spreads across Blaine's face.  It's more beautiful than any wonder Kurt has personally witnessed.

"I'm off Friday," he tells Blaine.

"Dinner?"

"Okay."

Blaine reaches in his pocket and pulls out a card.  He hands it to Kurt.  "This has my number.  Call me so we can work out the details."

Kurt clutches the card like a lifeline.  "Will do.  Bye, Blaine."

"Bye, Kurt."

He climbs out of Blaine's car and walks into the hospital where he works.  It seems as if he floats on a cloud the entire day.

By the time his shift ends and he's back in his apartment kicking off his shoes, he's exhausted.  The combination of the night before and hectic day at the hospital has drained him.

He pours himself a tall glass of red wine.  Drinks half of it before pulling out the card Blaine gave him.  Ponders for a moment if he's doing the right thing.

He turns the card over and over again.  Drinks his wine.  Debates.  Argues.  Reasons.

For the first time in a long time a piece of happiness could be his for the taking.  And he wants to greedily take.  Because he felt what Blaine stirred inside him when they talked that morning.  There's no denying that.  No denying the feelings he never felt before.  That weightlessness he's sought out for years but didn't think existed. 

Blaine made him feel normal for the first time since he lost his parents.

Safe.

He'll be safe.  Will make no mistakes. Will do his damnedest to keep his secret from Blaine.  Blaine who is pure and wonderful, and everything a great man should be.

Who his uncle should have been.

Kurt dials the number.

Blaine answers on the second ring.  "Detective Anderson.  Who is calling?"

He smiles at the way Blaine answers the phone.  Full of authority and power.

"Forgotten me already?" he teases.

"Kurt."  Blaine sounds breathless and happy saying his name.  "I didn't know it was you."

"I know."  He laughs.  "Now you do for the next time I call."

"Oh.  So you're going to call me again?"

Kurt pours himself another glass of wine.  He walks to his living room and turns on his laptop.  The screen immediately lights up.  He sets his glass aside and sits on his couch with his laptop.

"Definitely."  He curls his legs under himself.  "What are you doing, Detective?"  His cock jumps at the title.  His mind running crazy with all the ways Blaine and him could have fun with that.

His body aches in a good way.

Blaine's next words send a chill down his spine.

"Working on the Advocator case," Blaine casually answers.

Kurt's glad they aren't talking in person, because he's sure he just went pale as a ghost.

"Oh.  Th-That's interesting."  He tries to come off as nonchalant and uncaring.

He's reminded who he's talking to with Blaine's next question.

"You okay?"

Of course Blaine would catch on quickly that something is wrong with him.  He's a detective after all.

A detective that could turn you in.

Kurt shakes the thought away.  Focuses on Blaine.

"I'm fine.  That whole thing is just scary."  The lie is easy coming off his tongue.

"I know.  If you ask me, though, I have to appreciate the guy."

Kurt's heart stops.  "W-Why?"

"You've seen who he kills.  Scumbags who deserved it."

"True."  He can't control the way his heart races.  Some part, some minuscule part, of Blaine understands why he does what he does.

"Anyways," Blaine huffs.  "Let's discuss something else besides a vigilante serial killer."

Kurt can't contain his grin.

"What would you like to discuss, then?"

"Our date Friday night."

"Okay."

While they talk, Kurt pulls up the information on Gary Edwards.  He plans his date with Blaine while starting a plan to give justice to all the victims of Gary Edwards.

He's a victim.

Not a monster.

"It's a date," Blaine says.

Things could get tangled bringing Blaine into his world.  But that's a risk worth taking.  One he'll happily take.

He smiles.  "It's a date." 

#klaine #klaine fic #Kurt Hummel #Blaine Anderson #tw #please read the note I wrote

[dlwritings]

The Losers’ Club | Tom Holland

masterlist found here

pairing - Tom x reader word count - 1,796 warnings - oral (f receiving) A/N - for the anon who requested this! I hope it’s what you were looking for. I slid the smut in because I was feeling it *shrugs shoulders*

summary - After fearing your career wouldn’t progress due to your fame in the MCU, you were thrilled to get your new role. Everyone was proud of you... some more than others.

When you were first offered a role in the next Avengers film, you were pretty hesitant. Like many actors who had rejected parts in the past, you were afraid your future roles would be limited due to your participation in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. You didn’t want to be type casted, and you didn’t want to forever be known only as Black Cat. However, when Robert Downey Jr himself called you, he sufficiently convinced you to take the role. With time, you fell in love with the hero you played and her alter ego, Felicia Hardy. Not to mention, you got to play the love interest of Peter Parker.

Along the way of faking feelings for Peter, you developed real feelings for Tom. You couldn’t help it. He was kind, charming, funny, and super handsome. It wasn’t hard to fall in love. The only thing that worried you was the age difference. When Tom turned 23, you were still only 18. To you, the five years was nothing. You were mature, responsible, and -most importantly- legal. You were worried though that Tom would see it differently. Hell, you couldn’t even have a legal drink in the US. To him, you were certain you were still just a child.

One day, you were proved wrong. After filming the last shot of your first Avengers film, Tom pulled you aside and asked you out on a date. You hid your astonishment as best as you could and accepted. Things went well, and your relationship bloomed from there.

If you had one thing to be thankful for when it came to your role in the MCU, it was your relationship with Tom.

Still, you worried from time to time about your future in Hollywood. Since you had gotten the role of Black Cat, you hadn’t received any other offers. Granted, you were only 18 and had a long career ahead of you, you were getting nervous. What if you just weren’t a good actress? What if that was why you weren’t getting any roles?

Thankfully, your luck quickly changed.

Though you were 18, you looked young enough to play Beverly Marsh in the remake of It. When you went to the audition, you didn’t get your hopes up. You had learned that going into an audition assuming it would go poorly made the eventual rejection hurt a lot less.

A few weeks after your audition, you started to forget about the role altogether. Tom knew you didn’t want to talk about it, so he distracted you with lovely dates and cuddly days in. You were currently spending a day at his apartment. You were dressed in a pair of pajama shorts and one of Tom’s t-shirts, and you were both cuddled under the covers on Tom’s bed with Tessa. Per your request, you were watching A Quiet Place. It was one of your favorite movies. It was a perfect balance between scary and almost heartwarming.

During the scene where Emily Blunt’s character was hiding in the basement after stepping on a nail (which always made you cringe), your phone started ringing. You and Tom both jumped as the sound rattled the silence from the movie. “Jesus Christ,” you said with a laugh. Tom chuckled and paused the movie so you could answer the call. “Hello?” When the person on the other end introduced themselves as the casting director for It, you held up a finger to Tom and left the room so you could take the call in private.

Before you knew it, you were in the Loser’s Club. You were ecstatic. Playing a kid terrorized by a crazy clown monster was going to be a lot different than playing a superhero dressed in a black leather suit. You were up for the challenge.

After thanking the casting director a million times, you hung up the phone and did a happy dance in the kitchen. You quickly composed yourself and made your way back to Tom’s room. He was scrolling absentmindedly through Instagram but looked up as soon as you walked in. “Who was that?” he asked, locking his phone and opening his arms for you to cuddle again. You smiled widely and jumped into his arms. (Tessa had left the room, so you didn’t worry about accidentally landing on her.) “Whoa,” he laughed in astonishment. “What’s going on, love?”

“I got the part!” you cheered. “I got Beverly! I’m gonna be Beverly!”

“No way!” Tom said, a wide smile on his face. He sat up slightly and pulled you onto his lap. “I’m so proud of you!”

“I can’t believe it!” you said with a giggle. “I’m gonna be in the Loser’s Club! It was like, the first scary movie I ever watched. I can’t believe it.”

“Well, I always knew you were going to get it,” he said with a shrug. “My talented baby girl.”

You blushed and leaned in to kiss Tom. He smiled and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush to his body. “So,” Tom muttered in between kisses. “How should I congratulate you?” You bit your lip and rocked your hips against Tom’s. “I just want to show you how proud I am,” Tom said softly. His thumbs rubbed circles on your hips, your shirt raising slightly. “Because I’m so proud of you.” You whimpered as he placed soft kisses across your neck. “Tell me what you want,” he cooed. “Want me to fuck you? Touch you? Whatever you want.”

“Mm,” you hummed, feeling his tongue lick your neck. “Your, your mouth. I want your mouth.” You felt Tom grin against your skin before he pulled away and nodded.

Tom turned you around so you were laying on your back. He ran his hands down your body, pushing your shirt up but not taking it off. “Love when you wear my clothes,” Tom said. He brought the shirt over your breasts and sucked on your nipple. You breathed in shakily and knotted your fingers in Tom’s hair. You couldn’t help it. You pushed his head down your body, making him laugh. “Not in the mood for teasing, huh love?” he cooed. “Just want to celebrate?”

“Mm,” you hummed, not being able to form any coherent words.

“Okay,” he chuckled. “Whatever my girl wants, she gets.”

Tom hooked his thumbs in your shorts and underwear and pulled them both down together. Tom kissed up your thighs slowly and spread your folds with his fingers. He just stared at you, smirking at how much you were already dripping. You could feel his breath on you, but he didn’t put his lips where you needed him. You lifted  your hips up desperately, letting Tom know what you wanted. “Please,” you whined. “Quit teasing. This is my reward, not a punishment.” Tom looked up at you through his eyelashes and smirked.

“If you keep complaining, I might have to make it a punishment,” he warned. “This may be a celebration, but I’m still in charge here.”

“Sorry,” you whispered with a nod. “I’ll listen. Just-” You cut yourself off with a heavy sigh. “-please do something.”

Luckily, Tom didn’t waste much more time. He pressed a kiss to your clit before sucking it between his lips. You arched your back, but Tom brought his arm across your waist to hold you down. He flattened his tongue against you, giving you one long lick before flicking your clit. He did that a few times, licking from the back of your cunt all the way to your clit. His movements were slow and careful, and you relished in the feeling. He buried his face in between your legs, putting his mouth around your opening and licking it mercilessly. Every time his nose brushed against your clit, your body jolted. He focused now on your clit, sucking it and rolling it around with the tip of his tongue. Slowly, he eased a finger into you, pumping it in and out slowly.

“P-Please,” you stuttered. “A-Another finger.” Tom grinned against you and obliged, pushing another finger into your opening. He continued to pay careful attention to your clit, careful not to overstimulate you. You were right. This was no punishment. This was all about celebrating your latest career victory.

“I can feel you’re close,” Tom cooed, keeping the pump of his fingers steady. “Cum for me, baby girl. Show me what a good girl you are.”

Your thighs squeezed around his head, arching your back as you came around his fingers. Tom coaxed you through it, keeping his lips around your clit. Your breathing finally slowed back to its normal pace, and Tom trailed his lips back up your body. His smile was lazy as he kissed you gently. “‘M so proud of you,” he muttered, kissing your cheek, down your jaw, and back to your lips. You giggled and ran your fingers through his hair.

“Thanks,” you said softly. Tom crawled back into bed beside you, putting his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. You reached for your phone and unlocked it, seeing you had a text from your manager:

Congrats on the part! Feel free to post about it on your social media! Warner Bros already announced it.

“Lelia said I can post about it,” you told Tom. Tom watched as you figured out how to make the announcement. You eventually opened up Instagram and decided to post a picture:

Pennywise better watch the FUCK out! Beverly Marsh isn’t here to mess around. Catch me in Andrés Muschietti’s “It” remake coming out next year!

Love flooded in your comments section within minutes. You smiled at the support coming in from your Marvel costars.

@chrishemsworth: I always knew there was talent in you somewhere!

@prattprattpratt: Nice job! So proud!

@elizabetholsenofficial: That’s my best friend everyone! I knew you’d get it

@renner4real: Way to go kid!

@letitiawright: YES

@gwynethpaltrow: I did not want to see this picture on my feed! (proud of you)

@lexi_rabe: So scary! I might try to watch it for you ❤️

@doncheadle: That’s my girl! You’re killing it!

@imsebastianstan: Nothing but respect for my strongest avenger

@robertdowneyjr: Feels like just yesterday I was making you join the MCU. You’ve joined the big leagues now kid! I knew Black Cat was just the beginning for you. Prouder than words can describe!

You had no regrets about joining the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Sure, the endless photoshoots, complete lack of privacy, and spotlight shining on you constantly was a lot to handle, but you had made a lot of new friends. They were your cheerleaders and your number one fans.

Yes, Tom was one thing to be thankful for when it came to your role in the MCU, but the others were a nice plus, too.

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #smut #marvel #request

[dyxnamicart]

my stupid highschool oneshot thing

look im not a writer, (I used to be when I was fourteen, haven’t done it since then so ya know, you dont use it you lose it lmao)

Anyways this has been highly requested that I post it, im a bit mad because its not exactly how I wish their dynamic was, I’m not great at writing banter (or anything i’m an artist now plewse) but ya know Also DISCLAIMER: This is a piece of fiction, it in no way reflects real life Dan and Phil (In fact my au switches up their personalities a fair bit) and do not tag them okAY P E O P L E They dont wanna see it and I dont want them to see it (Even if this isnt a particularly shippy piece lmao people are getting very angsty as of late) I also don’t have an editor so sorry for any mistakes  Anyway here ya go heathens 

Dan didn’t notice the opposing teams jock barrelling towards him, not until his leg had swept under his own, causing him to fly through the air, ball no longer in his possession. 

In fact it all flew by in a matter of seconds. Dan didn’t really have time to process exactly what was happening until he felt the shock of pain that travelled up his wrist and down his arm as he landed heavily onto it, crying out as he rolled once or twice before coming to a stop… He couldn’t really tell. There was a whistle blow, but the bustling around him seemed dull in comparison to the loudness of the pain in his wrist. 

He hissed as he was righted, pulled up and put steadily on his feet, being ushered to the benches, it only felt like five minutes before the game was back on course, bar Dan to be left on the sides, a few claps on the back from his teammates as he let his head come down from the spinning it was doing. 

The nurse on staff did a pretty shoddy job of bandaging, but to her credit she did ask if he wanted an ambulance. If his dad knew an ambulance was called because he hurt his wrist... he didn’t even want to imagine the searing look of disappointment he would receive. 

So he just declined. 

The game was one of the final ones of the season, they were playing against the local private school, which had a surprisingly amount of suspiciously beefed up kids, though with private school money Dan wasn’t surprised they probably had some ins with the law and extra ‘help’. 

He really wanted to play in the final, in fact his coach had even been considering him for the team, not that Dan was amazing at football, but he wasn’t the worst. He was passable at best, probably why his parents weren’t here right now to witness the semi, something he supposes he should be counting his lucky stars for now he had an injury as mediocre as a sprained wrist, but now there was a nagging pull in his gut of his own disappointment. 

He waited out the game on the bench, figuring he should at least be there for his team for the results, even with a sprained wrist he didn’t want to run away without at least talking to a few of his mates afterwards. 

-

Phil didn’t see the tumble. 

He was perched up in the bleachers, trying to ignore the way the mild and darkening sky had began to stew whipping winds that tore right through the threads in his sweater, by sketching insurmountable things he could see. 

He didn’t usually go to games, not only was it not his scene, but he would either end up insanely bored or find his eyes following Dan Howell’s god damn limber body. But this was the semis, and he totally wasn’t here to occasionally glance at a certain panting number 91, he at least wanted to show his support for the school. It wasn’t his fault this game was boring and his sketchbook looked far more inviting. 

He only looked up when there was a big murmur and gasps coming from the crowd around him, and he couldn’t see who it was at first, but there was a boy sprawled on the ground. 

It didn’t take long to figure out it was Dan, and his eyebrows furrowed deeply, closing his sketchbook and shoving it into his bag. He ended up walking down a few rows in the bleachers, just trying to see if the daft idiot was okay, and he sat down again much closer. The nurse did an awful job at bandaging his hand, he could see that from here, and he would have to fix it after the game. Well.. he didn’t have to, of course, but he figured Howell was too much of an airhead to fix it properly and as much as the other grated on him he at least wanted him to be comfortable. 

When it came to the end of the game, Phil’s school lost, and there was a brief celebration for the other school as they paraded off the field, while Dan’s team just huddled around to talk to the coach and then walk to the locker rooms, obviously trying to act casual even if they had essentially just been eliminated from the finals. 

Looking around, a lot of the families and students were milling out, many of them disappointed by the outcome of the game.  

This was their star team, and there had been a surprisingly large turnout for the event, to have it all end this anticlimactically felt a bit wrong, if he was being honest, even if sports definitely weren’t his thing. 

Phil headed down towards the locker rooms, some of the boys were already heading out, chatting and bumping into each other as they walked. Boys were talking, over half of them shirtless. He tried to avoid looking at them, while Phil had come to terms with his sexuality internally, he wasn’t out to his school, despite the obvious digs lots of the jocks and ‘cool kids’ would make. He wasn’t exactly subtle. 

Dan hadn’t noticed him, he was sitting on a bench and chatting to a teammate, but some of the boys closer to the entrance had. 

“Ay! It’s Danny’s little bitch, what’s new Lester?” A boy Phil knew as Jason laughed, throwing an arm around his shoulders, leaning heavily on him. 

Phil grunted, and shoved him off. “I’m not anyone’s bitch. Especially not Howell’s.” 

There was an ‘oo’ that rippled through the boys, and it was safe to say that Dan had noticed him. He furrowed his eyebrows, and stood up. 

“A teacher told me to help Dan.. carry his stuff with his hand like that.” He faltered off, because that half baked excuse really did make him sound like someone’s bitch. But by this point people were beginning to lose interest and ended up either packing up to leave or going back to chatting amongst themselves about a hot girl or something Phil honestly couldn’t care less about. 

Phil walked towards Dan, throwing on a mastered look of indifference and annoyance.

“What are you doing back here?” The brunette sighed deeply, running his good hand through his hair. “As if I don’t already get clowned on enough from seeing you during actual school hours.” He said dryly. 

Phil rolled his eyes. “I saw that sad excuse for a nurse ‘wrap’ your hand. I’ve seen children under the age of 4 wrap toilet paper around themselves better.” 

Dan groaned as he fell back to his sitting position on the bench. “Good deed Lester huh? You aren’t a guardian angel you know.” 

“Are you going to turn down actual help with that wrist, Howell. Seriously.” He dropped his bag on the ground, and knelt down, ignoring the few whistles he got from the people still in the room. 

Dan rolled his eyes as he looked down at Phil, arched eyebrow and holding his injured wrist with his hand, like he didn’t trust him. “Fine.” He sighed, setting his hand down on his leg, looking down at Phil with a suspicious and unless he was imagining it, flushed face. 

Phil carefully lifted the brunettes injured hand, frowning at the small pang of guilt he felt when Dan hissed in a sharp breath, quiet, as if being a little louder would shatter his reputation in one fell swoop. 

By now the locker room had basically emptied out, Dan’s mates sauntered away, hefting their heavy gym bags over their shoulders as their voices echoed down the hallway and slowly faded into the cool night air. 

Dan and Phil sat in silence for a few moments as Phil examined the bandage. Dan seemed to relax a little, and he allowed the feeling of calm to wash over them now there was no eyes examining their every move. The indifference and hostility seemed to drain from the air.

He didn’t know if it was the late night game or the lack of people, but he felt as though he was back before highschool, back before their fall out. Before their life became a series of quips and tension seeping into the fond memories he once had for the boy in front of him. 

“Why do you play, when you end up hurting yourself like this?” His question was genuine, none of the concealed fire that was usually behind his voice when he talked to Dan. 

Phil used his other hand to unroll the bandage. He had seen the first aid kit it came from, the contents being the single bandage, two band aids and a single cotton swab. Not the most ideal for a sport like this, hands on and physical, but their school wasn’t really known for their state of the art resources. 

Dan looked unsure of whether or not he should give a witty response or answer seriously. In the end he seemed too exhausted to spit out a clever one liner. So he opted for the truth. 

“I don’t know..” Dan huffed a breath out of his nose, like he was out of practice with talking about his emotions. “The guys are cool.. people like a jock you know?” He pauses for a moment, like he was struggling with whether or not he wanted to continue. “And I kind of want my dad to be proud of me? You know my dad. I want him to think.. I’m one of the lads. One of the boys.. not a royal screw up son.�� He snorted, good hand rubbing the back of his neck like he was trying to play off his words as ridiculous. 

But Phil didn’t laugh. 

“Proud of you?” He repeated, slightly quieter as he slowly started to wind the bandage around Dan’s stiff wrist. 

Dan shrugged, looking away and seemingly focusing on a spot far across the room, like he was trying to be anywhere but here, talking to a friend who had been distanced by time and change. 

But Phil remembers, he remembers his curly brown hair bouncing around when he was excited, when he was jumping around playing cops and robbers, he remembers his loud and boisterous laugh and the way his cheeks dimpled and filled with colour. He remembers a time when he knew the boy in front of him more then he knew anyone in the world. When he thought Dan was his forever friend and that nothing would ever change that. 

Guess something changed. 

“You know I’m proud of you,” He continued, not looking up from bandaging. He could feel Dan’s eyes on him now, he could feel the incredulous and doubtful eyes bore into his skin, see into his soul. He didn’t seem to have expected an actual answer in response. “I’m proud of you when I see you play piano. When I see your eyes light up and when you lose yourself in the keys. When you recite dumb Shakespearen poetry and when you are on stage commanding the spotlight, when the only person who matters is you. That’s what I’m proud of. That’s what makes me think, THIS is Dan Howell. THIS is who he is meant to be. Not a shallow jock with a sharp tongue and attitude. I’m proud of the real you.”

He clipped the bandage pin on the end of the roll, now safely locked on Dan’s wrist, and he went to pull his hand away but was stopped by a hand placed over his. 

Dan’s eyes were how he remembered, not in way they were for the past two years, glazed over as he tried to cram his way into a puzzle he didn’t fit into, but filled with an unfathomable tenderness and something he couldn’t quite put his finger on 

They didn’t need to exchange words, the soft smile Dan gave him spoke a thousand words, making up for time that felt lost before now. 

He stood up, finally dropping Phil’s hand and grabbing his jacket off the bench. “Come on, I’ll walk you home.” 

-

Their silence was welcoming as they walked down the hall towards the exit. The last few years had been full of quips and jabs, fast insults and banter that sometimes toed the line as not quite friendly. This silence, it was new, but it felt right. Dan couldn’t quite understand, but there was a shift that felt comfortable. 

Dan had known Phil a long time, longer then anyone in this god forsaken school. He was quiet and reserved and he enjoyed painting and drawing. He was creative, and he didn’t care what people thought of him. He was unapologetically himself, and that was something that he only wished he could be. 

For the longest time it was him and Phil. Dan and Phil against the world, playing Mario cart and watching shitty movies, always at each other’s houses like they belonged together. 

Then high school happened.

The desire to fit in hit Dan like a ton of bricks. While Phil was content to remain a Mario kart loving geek, Dan couldn’t stand being the butt of the joke. He couldn’t stand his dad being disappointed whenever he brought Phil home to do something nerdy. As the years went by it became a sort of crutch for him and Phil to make snide remarks at each other as they passed in the halls, glaring across the halls and that’s how it stayed. 

Don’t get him wrong, he loved to see Phil riled up. He loved to see his eyebrows furrow together and his eyes roll. His arms crossed and his posture unimpressed. If anything that was his favourite part, the way his voice flooded with heat and passion, as he stared at him with the intensity of a bonfire. He loved to tease him and play his surprisingly short temper like a fiddle.

But he wasn’t attracted to him. No way. Phil wasn’t a pretty girl. He did NOT find his eyes pretty and the way his hair sometimes fell into his eyes and his hands didn’t itch to run his hands through it. 

He was straight. He had to be. 

His heart dropped a little, and he couldn’t explain why, but he looked over at Phil, who was walking beside him. 

They were outside now, and it was raining, not too heavily but enough to get you fairly wet. Despite the fact Phil was wearing a sweater and long overalls, he could see him shiver, the fabric of the sweater probably allowed the biting wind to nip tight through it.

He shrugged off his jacket, and gently wrapped it around Phil’s shoulders, forcing them to stop momentarily. The street light cast a soft light over them, and his eyes met the other boys, and for a moment they stared at each other, Dan watching as raindrop followed the contours of Phil’s face, a drop following his cheekbone and the slope of his jaw. 

He coughed, rubbing the back of his neck again as he started walking. “Okay okay, lets get you home, Lester.” 

“Are you sure you aren’t cold?” Phil enquires inquisitively as he sped walked a bit to catch up with him. 

He shrugged. “Still running on adrenaline I guess.” It was a lie, he was slightly cold. But it felt right, and he continued to walk with him in silence. 

Phil was holding the jacket around himself as they approached his house, and they stopped just under the porch, the light flickering on to illuminate his face. 

Dan stuffed his good hand in his pocket, and he clicked his tongue as Phil went to shrug off the jacket to give back. “Nah, wash it first, don’t want your nerd germs on my clothes.” Despite the insult, he found himself smiling warmly, and Phil too just chuckled. 

“Alright, I’ll give it to you on Monday or something, Howell.” 

Dan saluted as he turned to walk away, and he could feel Phil staring through his back as he walked back into the rain. They were only a street apart, but he knew that was going to be one long walk. 

#mine #stick to drawing Hayley u idiot #ur right i should #but this only spawned at like 2am so im sorry #highschool au

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A Thrill I’ve Never Known (Chapter 1)

Bait

I have been working on this for a little while now and I’m a few chapters in, I’ve finally plucked up the courage to start posting it. This is an Arthur Morgan x female reader (first person POV) fic that’s going to be pretty long! Its very slow burn, too, so keep that in mind. 

Reader has been a lone wolf for a long time, and intends for it to stay that way. However, she soon realises that having a little company and help from others isn’t so bad. This fic is going to include; violence, swearing, adult themes and no doubt some explicit sexual content down the line. I’m pretty sure there’s going to be some character death at some point too, but don’t worry! Our main boah lives. It’ll have a happy ending :P (This is kind of my own personal fix it fic muddled in with a romance, so yeah). It’s also chock full of spoilers!

I hope you give this a chance and enjoy! I’m going to be tagging every chapter with #ATINK for easy access (hopefully easy, but you know how tumblr is) but I will also be posting this on Ao3 where my username is PorkChop :)

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There'd been a few times in my life that I thought I might die. That time I'd been real sick, when my whole family had been, I was surprised at my luck when I pulled through. That time Henry got more violent than he usually did and had to be dragged off of me by pa. That time I was chased by that buck, very nearly speared on his antlers before I got a clean shot at his head. I guess all those times though, I'd had a seed of hope in me. Somewhere inside I knew I'd get out of it, and that allowed me to keep my head on straight instead of falling into despair.

This time – feeling dizzy and disoriented, rope burn on my arms and legs from struggling, one pounder of a headache and the taste of blood soaked into the rag wedged in my mouth – I failed to find that hope.

I had no idea where I was, all I could do was scream behind the rag, as muffled as the sound was, it was my only hope. I screamed as loud as I could for as long as I could, pushing through the scratchy pain in my throat. It was night time and I was laying in the middle of a road, that's about all I could tell. I'd been rolling in and out of consciousness for who knows how long, strapped onto the back of a horse and getting hit any time I started hollering. I'd heard snippets of conversations, men talking, and one woman. Something about using me as bait.

I wasn't much of a fisherman but I couldn't see what use I'd be, of course if I hadn't been punched in the head repeatedly I might've understood that it had nothing to do with fishing at all.

It came as a nice surprise when finally my screams didn't get another punch to the face and I seemed to be alone. Who knows what they'd done to me, why they'd taken me from my camp. I was hardly worth robbing, but I guessed it was my weapons they were after. That and perhaps all my food.

I lost track of time with all my yelling and sobbing, I felt on the verge of throwing up with that wet, nasty rag in my mouth pushed so deep it nearly triggered my gag reflex. It felt like I was there for hours when I finally heard hoofs hitting the ground, slowing up before I had time to worry about being trampled. The rider dismounted, running over to me.

“Holy shit!” the person was male and had a raspy voice, I saw his boots but before he reached me I heard a gun being cocked behind me.

In a moment of clarity, I understood what was happening. The people who'd captured me were still around, hiding in the tall grass by the road, and they hadn't hit me when I screamed because that's exactly what they wanted me to do. Bait.

“If you've got any brains you'll give us everything you've got in that satchel. And on your horse,” the female of the group said. I heard the rider sigh.

“You've gotta be kidding me,” he groused. I heard the crunch of his boot on the ground as he started to back away. “I ain't doing this, if you've got any brains you let me walk away from this.”

“I ain't telling you twice,” the woman raised her voice and stepped forwards, she was standing right beside me. I had a terrible feeling that – even though I couldn't see her – she was pointing her gun at the back of my head. I whimpered and sobbed, squirming, ropes cutting into my arms.

“You heard the lady!” One of the other guys yelled, then there was an almighty bang… followed by many more.

I tensed up, burying my face in the dirt in some vain attempt at protecting my head from the roar of gunfire going on above me. It didn't last long, and I waited for the outlaws to loot the poor guy I'd played a part in attracting. Imagine my shock when it was him who stepped over me to loot their bodies instead. I lifted my head, finally managing to look at the guy; tall and lean, long dark hair below his hat, a duster coat that dragged on the floor when he crouched down to the corpses surrounding us.

I cried out to him to get his attention, being largely ignored until he was finished with the bodies. He finally turned to look at me and addressed me with a poisonous look in his dark eyes. It dawned on me that he thought I was one of them. My cries became desperate, I tried to enunciate the words help me with little luck. With a heavy sigh he approached me, rolled me onto my back and pulled the wad of material out of my mouth. Up close, when he saw the blood and the state of my face, his expression softened.

“Please! Please, untie me! Those fuckers, they- they- they-” my mouth was dry and my words came out worse than the town drunk's. My throat was in agony.

“Hey, shh, shut up, calm down,” he hissed, studying me closely. He ran his hands up and down the sides of my body and I flinched and struggled under his touch.

Shit. This guy has just annihilated a whole group of gunslingers. What if he's much, much worse than them?

“For the love of God don't hurt me, I'm not one of them, I didn't mean to bring you in on-”

“Shut up! I'm just checking you ain't armed.”

I held my tongue and stayed still, and breathed a sigh of relief when he seemed satisfied that I wasn't a threat. Though, that did mean that those fuckers had stolen all of my weapons. At least I still had my life…

“I'm gonna untie you, but first, tell me what the hell all that was about.”

“I don't know! I was just out in the woods and they grabbed me. Beat the crap out of me. Next thing I know I'm here. I didn't realise they wanted to use me to lure someone in to rob. I promise I ain't one of them, I don't even know who they are. I just wanna get out of here!”

“What's your name?” he questioned. I told him and he continued to stare at me for a few moments, eyes narrowed. “Alright,” he muttered, then rolled me back onto my stomach. He took a knife to the ropes and freed me.

“Oh, thank you!” I breathed, sitting up and rolling my shoulders, taking a moment to sit and gather myself. I felt dizzy.

A glance around me showed corpses everywhere; I noticed the woman of the group was wearing my clothes. That's when I realised the state of undress I was in – just my underthings – and huddled in on myself.

“You need water?”

“No, I couldn't-” he shoved a canteen at me regardless. I didn't protest and drank, only realising then how much I needed it. I could've kept going when I handed it back to him, but I didn't want to drink all of it.

“You need a ride somewhere?”

His question struck me with an unpleasant, sickly feeling. Where on earth would I go? All of my stuff had been taken by my captors, I had no idea what they'd done with it while I had been out cold. My guns were gone. All of the food I had. My tent, my blankets, my clothes. All of it.

“You got a house? A family?”

“Maybe it would've been better if you just shot me like the rest of them,” I muttered, burying my head in my hands. “I've got nothing. Been living out of a tent for the past year, that was my home and it's gone.”

There was an awkward pause as he just stood there looking at me, he obviously didn't know what to do and I couldn't blame him. Part of me wanted to tell him to go away, leave me alone so I could just sit and cry until I figured out what I was going to do.

“Listen… I'm staying pretty close to here. How 'bout I take you there and you can rest up, lick those wounds for a while.”

“You don't even know me.”

“No, but what kind of man would I be to leave a woman out here stranded, hurt, with no place to go?” he questioned, grabbing my upper arms and helping me up to my feet. My head pain flared with the movement and I groaned, screwing my face up. “Come on. I ain't taking no for an answer.”

“Thank you,” I sighed, letting him guide me over to his horse and lift me onto it.

“Name's John, by the way. John Marston.”

-

John rode me to where he was staying, I was surprised to see that it wasn't a house; it was a campsite of sorts with lots of other people there. As soon as I saw it I began to feel anxious. I wasn't sure if I wanted to be surrounded by a bunch of strangers, one was enough. We were greeted by a lady, stern looking with her hair fashioned into a bun atop her head. She watched me carefully as John helped me down from his horse.

“Miss Grimshaw,” he nodded to her in greeting. “Just had an eventful ride. Found this one not too far away, I think she's in need of a little help. Got herself caught by a bunch of idiots who tried to rob me. I took care of 'em, but she don't have anywhere to go.”

“Well we'd better have her then, come on. Look at you, you're in quite a state,” she seemed a little perturbed by the sight of me. I had no idea what my face looked like but I doubted it was pretty. “I'm Susan. Why don't you come with me and we'll wash you up, get that blood off'a you.”

“John?” I mewled like a little child, asking after its mother. He was a familiar face I wasn't quite ready to be left without.

“You'd better come too, you can tell us more about what happened,” Susan seemed to understand my worries.

“I don't know all that much myself, but sure,” John shrugged, coming along with us as she walked me over to a nearby wagon. As we walked a few people stared, I kept my head down, not enjoying being on display when I was in such a mess.

Susan sat me down on a blanket underneath an awning and wrapped another blanket around my shoulders to cover me. She sent a girl off to fetch a bucket of water, Mary-Beth her name was. While she was away I learned the names of two others, Karen and Tilly, when Susan scolded them for staring. I imagined they weren't particularly happy with me, it was late and they likely wanted to sleep.

Though perhaps not, the sound of a guitar could be heard somewhere else in the camp. Maybe I was just interrupting a pleasant evening. I felt guilty, wrapped up in my head as John relayed what he'd experienced. Mary-Beth came back with the bucket of water, and Susan kneeled down in front of me.

“Hold still,” she said, holding my chin gently with one hand as she carefully cleaned my face with a wet washcloth.

She wiped blood from around my nose, the corners of my mouth, my forehead, my hairline. It was dark but I imagined the water turning a rusty orange as she rinsed the cloth. She cleaned a few scratches on my arms; though I knew they weren't from my ordeal. They were merely hunting wounds, marred by tree branches.

“Not as bad as I feared. You looked much worse with all that blood; you got a couple of black eyes but your nose ain't crooked, your teeth are all there. I think you'll be fine.”

“Thank you.”

“I'll go and explain to Dutch,” John said, getting up from his spot on a wooden box next to me. I watched as he left, then dropped my eyes to the ground. I didn't know John much better than anyone else, but I still felt nervous without his presence. It'd been a long time since I'd had any company whatsoever. It was daunting.

“How you doing, uhh, what was your name again?” Mary-Beth took John's seat. I told her my name without looking up. “I heard John say you got kidnapped, or something?”

“I did. I'm honestly not sure what happened, my mind's still all foggy. I hope they didn't knock all the sense out of me,” I mumbled, and the girl laughed a little, then apologised. “They got me this morning… I think. I've been knocked out for most of it. I was out pulling down my camp in the woods and they came out of nowhere, just bashed me on the head, grabbed all my stuff and took me away. I don't remember all that much, like I said, I've been out.”

Mary-Beth, Susan, Karen and Tilly all stayed near me, listening. I figured I owed them an explanation since they'd been so kind to me.

“I ended up out layin’ on the road. I thought they'd left me for dead so I hollered as much as I could. John turned up and, well, you heard him. I don't intend on intruding for long, I just needed somewhere to stay and figure things out.”

“What about your family?” Tilly questioned.

“I don't have one. Ma and pa are long gone. My brother got himself killed last year. Since then I've been on my own, living off the land, sleeping in a tent.”

“You’re homeless?” Karen asked. I felt a little on the spot so I looked up at her, meeting her gaze.

“Ain't you? Only difference is you've got more wagons and friends here.”

“Can't argue with that,” she shrugged.

“I couldn't afford to keep up with the loan repayments once my brother Henry was gone. The bank took the house and that was that.”

“I'm sorry about your brother,” Mary-Beth said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

“Don't be. That guy put me in worse states than this on more than one occasion. He was violent. That's what got him killed in the end; started a bar brawl down in Blackwater with a bunch of fellers he couldn't handle. Whole place broke out, I damn near got swept up in it. I probably would've died with him if it weren't for a gentlemen who helped me out of there; I was three sheets to the wind, could barely stand,” I explained with a dry laugh.

“You got a habit of needing to be saved by men?” Karen snorted.

“Karen,” Susan warned.

I sighed and rubbed at my temples then looked up at Susan. “You mind if I sleep here?”

“Of course not. There's some more blankets up on that wagon if you need them.”

“Thank you for your kindness. I hope to be out of your hair shortly.”

“Nonsense. Us folk are no strangers to helping those who need it. Rest up now.”

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