#he has captivated me with his soul piercing stare and sex hair

[starstiels]

i really become dean winchester whenever i rewatch lazarus rising bc i see castiel for the first time and i'm like WOAH .... what a guy ...

#he has captivated me with his soul piercing stare and sex hair #spn #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #deancas #spn 4x01

[huenjin]

don't wanna be friends.

pairing: hyunjin x reader | bff2l!au, pornstar!au

word count: 3.705 words

tw: pornstar!hyunjin, nsfw content — dick piercing!hyunjin, multiple orgasms, breast play, breath play, fingering, cunnilingus, marking, penetration, unprotected sex, dumbification, slight overstimulation, creampie, mentions of reader masturbating to hyunjin's porn and the porn explained in detail.

music rec: damage is done | devin hoffman.

note: this was an nsfw ask originally but it got way past the limit, so tada, made it into a oneshot. if anyone was wondering why it's in this format/theme. unedited, like every other work of mine.

you gulp down the next shot under hyunjin's watchful supervision. you've lost count of the shots you have taken and hyunjin has lost count of how many times he has told you to stop, that you are drinking too much.

"he told me that i can't fuck right. that i should at least pretend to fake it to satiate him," you scoff, another tear rolling down from the brim of your eyes and hyunjin wraps his arms around you, pulling into him to comfort you. "i can't— jinnie, i just don't come when he fucks me. i— maybe something is wrong with me. maybe i just can't orgasm when someone—"

"hush," hyunjin slowly taps your back to keep your thoughts shut. "there's nothing wrong with you, minion. you're fine." he pushes your big round spectacles up, calling you by the name he's always teased you with.

you slam the shot glass down, eyes groggy and head woozy from all the drinks you've gulped down. you lean forward, eyes wide open, glasses sliding down as you look closely at your best friend.

hwang hyunjin is attractive. you've always known your best friend is attractive. his bright eyes that light up at the sight of his dog, kkami, running to him right after you cuddled kkami forever. or the way his face morphs into one of disgust when you threaten to put eggplants into his plate. or the way he'd cuddle you when the weather gets too cold. hyunjin is attractive, both in looks and behaviour.

beyond this, your best friend, hwang hyunjin, is insatiable in the eyes of many women and men, including yours. a pornstar by profession, he knows the ways around women, having them come undone in his hold in minutes — you refuse to believe it's orchestrated. you know how he is in bed or at least what the biz wants him to exhibit and that alone has you trembling.

and to make matters worse in your end, you've orgasmed only once your whole life and that was during the time when you played with yourself while stumbling upon his porn (you were randomly searching for one and the temptation to watch your best friend just exceeded everything).

you knew his profession for so long — hyunjin told it to you over a glass of wine that you spat onto his white shirt the minute he told you about it. the conversation was never spoken about after that.

until today.

"what are you doing, minion? damn," he chuckles, "you really look like a minion with those glasses."

you still once you close in on hyunjin. hands on his chest, eyes fixated on his, you lick your lips and hyunjin's eyes widen, eyes unknowingly trailing downwards till he has to tear his gaze away, reminding himself that it's you, that it's his best friend.

"do you want to fuck me?" liquid courage, indeed.

"you must be kidding me?"

"why? you do this regularly."

hyunjin shoves you away, pushing you back against the couch. his eyes narrows on your figure and you fold your arms. he huffs, eyes glaring at you before looking away. he stretches his arm to take a glass and pour himself a drink, gulping it down and feeling the much needed burn in his throat.

"why?" you whine. "jinnie, that's your job. fuck me. you don't mind it. i'll just be one of those girls."

"i do mind it," he raises his voice. "you're not just one of those girls. fuck, y/n, you're the only constant in my life. why would i fuck that up?"

you bite your lower lip, eyes watering at the rejection suddenly. your drunkenness is what stirs the emotional side in you and your heart is heavy. you just want to be able to fuck like everyone else, just want to feel the bliss your friends talk about, the euphoria they reach.

"wait, are you going to cry?"

"no," you bite your tongue from letting out the sob. "i won't cry. you're not the first guy to reject me. this is normal. no one wants to—"

"y/n."

"—fuck me. who would want to fuck the girl that can't orgasm, let alone fake one?" you let out a fake laugh, tears finally rolling down your eyes.

"oh goodness," hyunjin sighs. he pulls you into him for a hug, rubbing your back soothingly. "you're my best friend, y/n. i shouldn't—"

"i want you to," you look up at him. hyunjin heaves in a huge breath. it catches in his throat as he looks down at you. god, he loves you. he has loved you for years now but who would want to be in a relationship with a guy who fucks girls for a living? not anyone sane. you deserve better. fuck, you deserved so much better than him.

yet, his heart won't stay still. his mind won't stop racing with thoughts he shouldn't normally have about his best friend. heavens, you have hyunjin wrapped around your finger and you don't even know it.

"y/n, don't—"

hyunjin loses his last bit of control over your proposition the minute you place your lips over his. it's exactly as he has envisioned. soft, delicate and everything that kept him away from breaking. you capture his bottom lip, kissing him softly, hands trailing under his sweater. hyunjin feels the goosebumps rising up, your warmth seeping into his. it takes everything in hyunjin to keep his hands away.

you pull away, catching your lower lip with your teeth before letting go and looking away, "you won't even kiss me back. am i that worse? do i kiss bad? jinnie, i just want to be—"

hyunjin has his hands on your face, turning it for you to look at him before he has his lips crashing down on yours, taking your breath away. you heave, breath hitching and you gasp.

hyunjin is aphrodite. the very reincarnation of sin. he creeps into you just as you expected, crawling into your mind and captivating every single sense of yours. your hands are in his hair, tugging at the roots and moving against his body. his hand sprawls over your neck and his thumb presses into the neck, rubbing slow circles. he kisses the top of your lips, your hands tugging at his sweater and you are moaning into his mouth.

you pull away for a second, fingers digging into his clothes, tugging at it to be thrown away and hyunjin obliges. helping you out of yours too, the two of you face each other stark naked. you take him in for the divinity he is in your head, eyes trailing down to his slightly erect dick and you gasp.

it's true. the videos don't lie. he is bigger than you had seen, girth firmer than you had envisioned and the frenum piercing has you salivating. it shines under the lighting, your eyes unable to drift away from it, lips parted slightly and heavens, hyunjin can't take his eyes away from you either. was this what he was missing out all this while in the name of friendship?

his lips are back on yours, your breasts firm against his chest as his cock rubs against your inner thigh. it's messy, heavy and has you panting for breath, chasing after his tongue, wrapped around yours like they never want to let go.

quicksand. this is quicksand. you're falling in too quick; falling into everything hyunjin has to offer way too quickly. and you love it. your mind is rid of thoughts. just hyunjin, hyunjin, hwang hyunjin. he pushes back, still kissing you heavily, till your back hits the soft covers of the couch and he's hovering over you.

hyunjin's tongue licks your lower lip, causing you to moan and he's groaning at the sensation, pulling apart for air few minutes later. he cups your face, thumb brushing the side and you lean into his palm.

"i— we should—"

"no, please don't stop," you beg. "not now. please. we're in too deep to stop."

"but y/n—"

"please fuck me, jinnie. fuck me like you fucked soojin."

hyunjin's eyes widens and he pulls away from you. looking at you as if he's staring into your soul, he gulps. "how did you—" his cheeks redden. "wait—" you bite your lower lip. hyunjin pulls the rubber band that holds his hair up, causing the silver strands to fall forward. he runs his finger through it, pushing it back as he holds it tightly to focus. "you watched my porn."

you gulp, lips drying up and you nod, running your mouth quickly to justify yourself. "i did. it was supposed to be a one time thing but—" you look away. "—i touched myself to that. i fingered myself to you fucking soojin and it's the only time i came."

if hyunjin has been just losing it all this while, now, he has lost it completely. his eyes darken, a light growl leaving his lips as he holds your legs and pulls you closer into his kneeling self. you groan slightly in his grip.

"you want me to fuck you like i fucked soojin?"

"yes—"

"want me to fuck you like some doll, huh?" he bends forward, kissing your neck, sucking at the skin till they stain purple to his pleasure. hyunjin marks you all the way to your breasts, covering your skin with both dark and light marks as you repeatedly confirm, "yes, yes, yes."

hyunjin pulls away, staring at you almost tauntingly, licking his lips and running his hand through his hair. he drops the words like they are heavy. "tell me then. tell me what i did and i'll do the same to you, just like you wished."

"you fuck—"

"no," he shakes his head. "in detail. from the very first scene. you'll get only what you ask for. nothing more. nothing less. so, go on, doll. tell me."

the power you hold is insane. you do not know how to use it, however. having never been given this much power, you look at your best friend for a while before slowly telling him. the words seem foreign to you but if this is how it is going to be, and if this helps you come, you're doing it.

"y-you kissed her first." your voice is barely audible. like you're telling hyunjin a secret. hyunjin catches your lips yet again, tongue presses against your lower lip before he slips it in, tangling it with yours as he kisses you. you moan, eyes closing as your hand wrap around his axle, hands pressed on his back. your fingers plays with the few strands of his silver dyed hair at the nape. he pulls back, waiting for you to continue.

with a little more confidence and the huge amount of liquid courage in you, you demand, "you marked her up like you just did to me. i hate that you marked her up. i hated it so much but turned me on."

hyunjin sucks a hickey right above your breast, speaking into your skin, "you hated it, doll?"

"yes. wanted it to be me." hyunjin's teeth grazes your skin and you moan, "fuck." your fingers pull his hair lightly and hyunjin grunts, teeth biting into your skin, making a dark mark that has you arch your back and your thigh to rub against his cock.

"what else did you see me do, doll?" his mouth trails further down to your breast and you gasp.

"you sucked on her breasts. played with it harshly." hyunjin abides by it, sucking on your breasts, tongue lapping around your nipples and drawing out circles by it. "yes, yes— fuck, jinnie, oh my—" hyunjin finds it seductive as fuck that you never complete your sentences as you moan. and he wants you like that — barely being able to say words besides his name. that's all he needed to hear.

"you played with soojin's other breast at the same time like—" his hand is already on your right breast. it pinched the nipple, twisting it between his thumb and forefinger. the pain shoots up and it clouds your senses, causing you to grind on his cock. your arousal leaks through you, and you feel yourself grow wetter with every single flick of hyunjin's tongue.

his right hand is still on your breast, his lips trail downward. your breath hitches in your throat and you let out a shortened sigh as he breathes lowly against your skin, kissing it before landing right in front of your core, wet with want for the man before you.

"so fucking wet and what for, doll?"

"your cock, oh my god. jinnie, want your cock in me. please." you beg, writhing in his hold as he grabs your breast, fondling it in his hold.

"that's not what i did in that video. go on, continue." it's stern with command and has you spitting out the next in sequence instantly.

"you—" hyunjin is playing with your nipples as he waits for you to speak. his finger twist and turn your nipples and you're squeezing your thighs together in this intense pleasure. "fuck, can't think, jinnie. i don't know. i—"

"no, no," he hushes. kissing your pubic mound and licking small stripes, he mumbles, "you have to remember the only porno that had you come, right?"

"you—" you feel his warm breath all over your core and a gush of arousal oozes out. "you had your mouth on her pussy. you ate her out till she came, oh my god. you ate her out—"

"well done, doll." and his lips are on your wet ones. he licks at the lips, pushing it apart as he takes in your arousal, lapping in to take it all. it's merciless. and if you thought his porn was intense, you forgot all about how hyunjin himself was a walking pornography. the way his tongue licks your lips, tip teasing your entrance as he rubs your clit, slowly. he draws small circles over it, tapping at the engorged button till your toes curl in, knees lift up to bend for your feet to press down. your eyes are squeezed shut and your fingers pull at his hair every time you feel the knot tightening.

the room is filled with lewd noises and your moans, resonating through the whole area for you to hear it out in the silence. it's pornographic. the voices you make resemble those that you heard. hyunjin licks another stripe up your sodden lips before wrapping the plump pair around your clit and sucking on it, loud noise of suckle resonating and causing you to move your hips slightly.

his teeth grazes over your clit, nibbling slightly till you feel the knot clench in your stomach. it's a vortex forming deep within and from the one time experience you have, you know. it's coming. you're so close. hyunjin rubs your clit furiously, mouth moving back your lip as he eats you out. he pulls apart right when he knows you're soon to come and in a second, two of his fingers are deep within you, rubbing against your inner walls and you're crying out his name just like he wanted.

it's hyunjin, hyunjin, hyunjin. that's all he can hear — his name dripping in saccharine from your mouth, topped with all those insatiable moans that leave your lips and hyunjin quickens his pace. the two fingers thrust in and out of you, finding the spot and rubbing at the walls to elicit a particular reaction — hyunjin is searching. searching for that one spot that will have you ruined for him.

"fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, what—"

the minute he touches a particularly soft area, he has you grinding down on him, chanting his name like a mantra and he knows — hyunjin's found your spot. he rubs it as he curves his fingers, having you arch further into him. he sucks on your clit, fingers thrusting in you relentlessly.

and you come undone so easily that it's a surprise how your ex couldn't do this for you. you see the white under your eyelids as you come undone. hyunjin helps you ride it out. he removes his fingers and licks you clean, taking in every single drop of your orgasm.

"told you that you were perfect," he says, looking at you and smiling. he kisses your mound as he lifts your hips up. "you're the most perfect human being ever. so how in the world could anything be wrong with you?" he wipes away the tears rolling down your eyes, as an effect from the intensity of the orgasm you went through. "so, doll, now tell me what else did i do?"

your mind is blank. you can't think of anything. your mind is filled with just the man before you in all his naked glory and how you just want him. "want you, jinnie. please. i want your dick. please want that."

"that's not the answer to my question," he huffs. "did i not lift her legs up like this?" he lifts your legs and places it over his shoulders. his erect cock is angled right and he rubs the head all over your wetness. you hitch and whine, stuttering how much you want him. "did i fuck my doll dumb? did i fuck out all your brains, baby? oh no. should i fuck you more? can you answer that, doll?"

you nod, lips parting. "want jinnie's dick. want it. want it in me."

"as you wish, doll," and he inserts it into you, pushing your walls apart with his fingers till he thrusts completely into you. his piercing underneath his shaft drags against your walls, the cold metal adding the extra sensation that tingles your nerves. his large hands hold your hips up, your ankles hitting his back bone everytime he thrusts into you. he uses his one hand to hold your wrists together above you as he hits your spot over and over again. the friction of his big cock and the frenum piercing is all too much right after one orgasm. the stimulation is over bearing and you know why the girl in the video has her eyes roll up, tongue out and lips swollen.

hyunjin plunges into you and you gush all over his cock, coating almost all of his length with your arousal. hyunjin is barely in but he is already hitting your spot, hot tip brushing against it vicariously and the frenum piercing cold against it. the friction is enough to have the knot tighten so fast and hard that you know this is going to overpower you. hyunjin lets go of you wrists but you hold them above you obediently. his hand trails to hold your breast, squeezing it and fondling with it; the other holding your legs up securely.

with every thrust, his piercing drags against your walls and his balls slap against your cheeks. tears spill down your face as you scream loudly, "jin-ah, fuck. jinnie, jinnie, jinnie. it's too much, oh my god. i can feel it. oh—"

"you're taking it like a good, good doll for me. you can take more. i know you can." he takes his cock out. he wraps his fingers around it and dragging it across your slit and your core, the frenum piercing rubbing against it and you're ready to snap again.

and without any warning, he enters into you again, this time harshly and with a quicker pace. it is fast and hard and has you gripping onto him for the life of yours, your hands moving to hold his biceps, fingers digging into it. hyunjin fucks you like he wants to take you to heaven and back. like he wants to show you everything you are missing out and that there's nothing wrong with you. it's the men. always the men.

"going to fuck you and show you how you should be fucked. how you should be getting it. going to fuck you dumb, doll and have you be mine."

he doesn't stop. hyunjin is grunting and huffing as he thrusts repeatedly in you, his pubic bone hitting your clit and causing short sorts of heightened sensations.

"jinnie! i'm coming. i'm coming. oh fuck, i'm—"

second one in a span of few hours. if you could think properly, you would be surprised at how you came twice. it's surprising that you've come thrice so far in your whole life and all three times were to be credited to hwang hyunjin, your best friend.

you come around his cock, the white flash spreading under your eyelids and you are weeping. you feel the rushing oxytocin clouding your brain as you clench tightly on his cock. hyunjin doesn't stop however, as he chases after his own high, thrusting even faster if it were possible and overstimulating you. in a few minutes, hyunjin is coming in you. hot white spurts of his cum coating your insides as he thrusts his orgasm out, only to pull it out eventually and have his white come and yours poze out and stain the couch.

your eyes are shut and you are panting heavily, chests rising and hyunjin brushes your hair away from your face, wiping the sweat that has accumulated by your forehead. he places your legs down and mumbles, "you okay, minion?"

"hm," you respond. that's all you can say. you were too fucked out to think or do anything. hyunjin chuckles and slowly getting off the couch, he carefully lifts you up into his arms. you snuggle into his chest, wrapping your arms around him. "where are we going?"

hyunjin barely hears you question with how soft it was. you repeat and it is the second time that he hears it perfectly.

"going to clean you up and rest you in bed. you need to sleep well now." you nod, snuggling further into his chest as he carries you into his bedroom.

hyunjin's wrong, though. when he wondered how in the world anything could be wrong with you, he clearly knew there is something wrong with you.

you are too dense to ever realise how deep his feelings are for you.

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[burnedbyshoto]

go the distance

(will you) go the distance

— You’re perfectly content in life except for the fact that you are not dating Deku. When his best friend won’t help you out, you turn to the dark side to get what you want.

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pairing: pro hero!midoriya izuku x bad villain!reader

warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, manga spoilers, pro hero!au, villain!reader, ofa usage for sex lol, size difference, manhandling, public sex, slight degradation and praise, deku eats his cum outta ya pussy, big dick deku, corruption but make it opposite, deku is a pervert change my mind

word count: 12,715

a/n: well, yall already knew I wanted to make this fic a reality, so here it is for bnharems villain collab!! check out all the already amazing stories if you haven’t already. thank you to kara, sky, and jo for reading this for me because lmao im ass rn. I’m gonna go to bed because I partied a bit too hard last night.

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your quirk: distortion – can make afflicted persons vision shift 6 cm to the left or right at the cost of having their own vision shift the same way

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“Breaking news: We have yet another report to add to the slew of attacks this month, this comes just days after we broadcasted rumors of a villain running rampant over the city. This spate of attacks has put the entire metropolitan area at a standstill, road closures, and damaged property making it difficult for commuters to get to work in the morning. 

“Road maintenance endeavors to do its best to keep the city running, but it seems futile when these attacks continue to increase. The entire city was brought to a standstill by the mysterious villain who has still not been named, but reports show they are nothing like we have ever experienced before. 

“Where are the heroes now? Who will save us from the terror overwhelming our city? 

“Every day the crime toll continues to rise and we have no one here to protect us. The Hero Public Safety Commission assured us earlier in the week that the crime rate would go down, that the top Heroes are out there protecting our city, but if so, where are they? Is it really safe to go out anymore, who can we trust? Would you put your life in the hands of a Hero today? When they have proved our streets are no longer safe. We still have no information on what is going on, or who is involved, but we must remain observant. We will continue to report the latest news as we receive it, but for now, we must implore you to heed the warnings of the city-wide curfew that is soon to be implemented. If anyone has any information on these occurrences in the city, please send them to us or contact the police, you can remain anonymous. The safety of our citizens is what is most important, stay vigilant and don’t go out unless it is absolutely necessary. One thing we know for sure: we can no longer rely on Heroes to protect us. The streets of our once-great city are no longer safe, we are no longer safe.”

The female reporter closes her eyes, despite still being on the air, her eyebrows furrowed as she exasperatedly sighs.

“Was that good enough, Mirage?”

You look at her with a pout, your eyes then clenching shut as your lips move with unsaid words as you motion for the cameras to stop rolling. You tilt your head right and left, muttering a bit.

“Did that seem better to you this time? I don’t know, I don’t think it was scary enough...”

You open your eyes to see the exasperated reporter looking at you as if she personally sought to end you right where you were sitting.

“You are the worst villain I’ve ever encountered,” she deadpans, and you laugh in agreement.

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.

You weren’t really a villain.

If you must put a label on what you were, you would say that you were the best PR head any hero agency could ask for. You were, after all, the top student graduate from UA’s Business Course and had been ushered into a condensed agency the moment you were finished taking your graduation pictures. 

And well, if you are actually curious about the… villainy, you would like to uphold and continue to stress that you weren’t a villain! You were just a public nuisance – like those stupid YouTubers – with the ability to garner Pro Heroes’ attention! People had no reason to scoff at what you did on the daily.

You took both of these jobs very seriously!

It was like being straight out of a comic for you!

A simple – hopefully should the heroes you’re in charge of not be stupid – nine to five job by day, and a badass, crime-committing, sexy as shit villain by night! How could anyone ever hate you for your lifestyle! How could anyone ever hate you?!

But we are all noisy people, and everyone wondered just why you became a villain because you had a beautifully stable job with an impressive salary! Why would such an amazing woman such as yourself dabble in the evilness of humanity? 

Well, you did have an answer for the public.

“Why do you engage in evil, villainous schemes?” the reporter deadpans, absolutely and utterly not being paid enough to humor you in this forced interview.

The public loved drama, pizazz, a little showmanship even from what they deemed humanities worst! So, you told the world why you chose to be evil instead of good:

“Because I want to be!” you grin, flashing a pose as you make your away from the interviewer you had very much illegally forced to interview you. “And because a hero killed my cat!’

Of course, that was a lie! Why would you ever hand over the real reason as to why you decided to become a villain! You’d be laughed right out of Japan, possibly be murdered by a horde of fangirls!

For you see, there was one reason and one reason alone as to why you decided to take your place within the villainy hall of fame. Why you chose to do more in your day outside of your already demanding job.

And that one reason was: Pro Hero Deku, civilian name Midoriya Izuku.

Now, trying not to come off as some creepy, weirdo, stalker fangirl, you could fully admit that you were in love with the stupidly large hunk of a man that debuted as an official pro a year before you graduated from high school. 

You remember how the world was finally recovering from the year-long nightmare that had ensued. To be honest, you were stupidly surprised you had even managed to graduate, given that most of schooling had become somewhat of a joke.

FIVE YEARS AGO, MARCH, 2XXX:

It had been in the evening, the clear blue sky becoming ruby red and blood orange as you made your way out of campus. The air somehow smelled of sweet hay and gasoline, but you didn’t mind. There was hardly anyone out at this time, most students had made their way home already, and the only sounds were the moving cars of businessmen just trying to get back home.

There really wasn’t any reason to suspect anything to go wrong, this was a simple daily walk back home after school that wasn’t like any other. But then there had been a loud pop, an ever louder screech, and finally, you managed to whip your head in time to see a car tumbling through the air straight at you. 

There was hardly any time to think, even less to react, and the only thing you knew was that you were not going to survive.

You braced yourself, eyes clenching and body curling, your mind screaming because this was not going to be the way things ended. But before it could happen, before the car could come down upon you and squish you like a bug under a shoe, something picked you up and you were weightless.

Waiting for an impact that never came, the tears that were endlessly streaming down your face were suddenly stopped by rough, warm fingers smoothly wiping them away.

“Hey, it’s okay! You’re safe now!” a voice says softly to you, endearingly warm and comforting. “I’m here, don’t worry.”

“Am I… did I die?” you whisper, unsure if you even want the answer, your eyes remaining closed because you refused to open them up to some angel that could confirm your death. “God, what an embarrassing way to die!”

“Oh – um, no! You’re not dead! I promise!” the voice laughs brightly, just softly enough that you believe him and not be entirely horrified by the amused reaction. Your eyes crack open slowly, just barely peering back into the world, still half praying you weren’t dead. But all you saw was green. 

Green eyes, green hair, green clothes.

You blink, once, twice, realizing only then you were staring into the eyes of a boy about your age.

He had curly hair, freckles littering his face, and eyes that easily pierced through your very soul.

Without meaning to, your breath stopped, frozen in your lungs as you were captivated by a handsome man with a curving, beautiful smile. 

“See, I told you it was okay!” he teased you, head cocking to the side as he grinned largely.

The action itself seemed to strangle the strangest noise out of your mouth as you realized suddenly and immediately that your face was burning and all you could think was:

A cute hero rescued me, a cute hero rescued me, a cute hero rescued me, acuteherorescuedme!

“Sorry about that scare! I would’ve caught that car sooner, but I wasn’t paying attention to who was around!” the green boy apologized, bowing deeply in front of you in his apology. “There’s a commotion just up ahead, so I recommend you take the next road over.”

You nod numbly, unable to conjure even the slightest hint of your voice again as he stood up to his full length. He was average in height it seemed, taller than you, but still not towering. The hero looked behind his shoulder, those big green eyes focusing onto the distance, onto something you couldn’t even begin to imagine – or see, really. He blinked and turned back to you, smile gone but the gentle aura to him remained, but now his face, his mouth, was underlined with a sense of urgency and engagement to whatever sent a vehicle tumbling your way.

“Which train do you take home?” he asked, eyebrows relaxing from his stern position, as his smile picked up again. “I’ll take you closer to your station!”

“B train,” you manage to wheeze out – unable to be the reason why he was held up but also confused as to just what he could do to get you closer to the station that was at least a mile away from here.

“Perfect! I know where that is!” he laughs for just a moment, and before you could even ask if this was going to be some escorted thing – because you definitely did not need it – his arms were fastly secured around you, and suddenly you were weightless.

A cold wind rushed against your face, nipping at your nose, cheeks, and ears, sending your hair flying around – into your mouth! Oh, you were screaming! You were soaring through the skyline, being held by some hero you couldn’t name, and you were screeching at the top of your lungs.

Making the mistake of looking down, your arms were suddenly around his shoulders, your voice growing even sharper and louder as you squeezed against his body and refused to let go. His hands, despite the gloves, were warm on your back, and his soft chuckle warming you from nose to toes as he secured his grip on you.

“I got you,” he spoke, “I won’t let you go, I promise.”

Those words don’t exactly ease you, but there’s a comfort to the genuinity to his words. You nod nonetheless, your face buried deep into his neck. The cold wind continues to whip around you, the only thing sounding in your ears is the cruel whipping wind and quiet city below.

“I’m landing now,” he informed you, body shifting in the wind, and reflexively, you clung even tighter to him, expecting the similar stomach dropping motion of a roller coaster going straight down. “You’re – ack – c-choking me!”

The knowledge of that, hearing the strain and entirely unhidden sound of him choking against the current chokehold you had on him, you released him entirely with a shriek of your own. Was it a smart move? No, definitely not because you were how many hundreds – if not thousands – of feet in the air with a quirk that could not, and would not save you.

“It’s okay! I’m fine!” he quickly said, his arms shifting around your waist as you felt your body weight drop just the smallest bit. To which your focus landed to the concrete floor so far down, and you began screaming again. He panicked just a bit too. “Y-You’re okay too! We’re landing! We’re landing!”

Soon, but not soon enough, the concrete floor came underneath your feet, and you practically felt your knees buckle underneath you. The train station behind you was practically invisible, and you felt the floor come in contact with your knees, and you collapsed onto your hands and knees. You could feel the tears streaming down your face as you wheezed and panted, unable to move from your position. 

“Hey, look, we made it!” he laughed gently, probably being said in hopes that you would feel better. (It did make you feel slightly better, his laugh was light and pretty to listen to.) You could feel him approaching you, iron covered red shoes appearing before your vision. Looking up, you saw that the young hero was crouching, his face holding a wobbly smile that was earnest, worried, and full of unspoken hope. “I do need to get back, but before I do, are you good enough to be left alone?”

You blinked your soaked eyelashes at him, still largely unable to say anything at the cute hero in front of you who had a few scratches on his cheek, right below his freckles.

“Y-Yeah, um,” you say, your tongue cotten and lead in your dry mouth. “I-I’ll be fine, I think.”

The green eyed hero nods, offering you a hand and assisting you to your trembling legs, “That’s good to hear!” he chirped, his wobbly smile becoming a grand, bright grin. “You were really brave! I was impressed!”

Now, you were an idiot at times, but even you could spot a stupid lie. Still, hearing it said with such honesty, as if this hero who was no taller than five foot eight truly believed it, made something bubble in your chest, and soon you found yourself laughing.

“No need to lie to me, h-hero,” you manage to speak between stammering breaths, “thank you for saving me, though. I appreciate it.”

You grin crookedly at him, and to your utter delight, he reciprocates it.

“It’s the least I can do. I’d offer to take you home but… I’m not quite finished yet,” he says, and you can only nod, the conversation obviously reaching its last strides. You watch as he floats up, his eyes looking at you, but somehow focused how many miles away from where he had brought you from. “Stay safe?”

“I’ll try my best,” you agree to his question, hands clasping before your lap. “Finish the job quick, hero?”

He grins, “I’ll try my best.”

You feel a breathless sort of laugh escape you as you watch him beginning to shoot back up, but a sort of horror shoots through you as you rush forward, running right after him, hands cupping around your mouth as you scream:

“What’s your name?!”

The blur of green in the air freezes, and you stop running as you see green eyes and freckles focusing back onto you.

“Deku! My hero name is Deku!”

You stop at the curb of the street, eyes focused on the sky as the green eyed hero named Deku grins one last time before shooting off at a speed probably much faster than when he held onto you. The wind blows around you, and you can only feel the heat sitting on your cheeks and the way you’re smiling as you stare after his figure that's long, long gone.

“Deku...” you whisper to yourself, ignorant to the world of commuters beginning to appear at the station. “Thank you.”

And thus came the very apparent and obvious day in which you fell head over heels for Pro Hero Deku.

Now some people called you a stupid fangirl, obsessive stalker, and sometimes, yeah, you were obsessive and weird about your slight infatuation with a stranger. It was strange, you knew that! But you also knew that you had practically no chances of ever being able to woe the man behind the image of Deku because Midoriya Izuku practically existed as Deku 24/7.

After you graduated from high school, you were put into the same agency that was currently holding Deku. Without tooting your own rom-com obsessed horn too much, you fully expected to walk in and be handed Deku’s file as his PR manager and be able to thank him for not only saving you all that time ago, but also eventually sweep him off his feet. 

But your reputation preceded you well, probably too well, because the first day you entered the office and was handed your list of three clients to work with, neither one was for Deku. Being a PR manager for heroes was hard, a job that practically held no set hours because, unlike your typical celebrities, heroes had no type of privacy or protection. They were constantly under the spotlight, being viewed by adoring fans and scornful critics. Your job served as the first line of defense for heroes against the public, and there were some heroes that were quite hilariously easy to work for because they were genuinely good.

The older PR managers typically held the quieter, easy tempered, or less combat heavy heroes. These heroes typically never had a bad thing said about them, their job was a glorified PA job but even less because there was no expected demands from the heroes they had to take in. Unless, of course, a hero wanted to do some sort of public event they hadn’t considered. 

But there were the louder, quick to temper, or the heavy combat heroes that while made you an insane amount of money, also brought you a near 120 hour work week because there was so much to do, so much to consider, so much to keep your eyes on. There was the constant slander, the people who hated the louder, quick to temper heroes because they didn’t like their attitude, completely disregarding that they had been unsafe and a liability the entire time the hero was dealing with them. The talk shows that took months to convince to allow for an interview because they heard false rumors, and so you have to practically wrestle a boa constrictor to get a measly five minute interview done. And then the combat-heavy heroes… no one would ever shut up about building damages and how this hero broke his nose while he was stealing a store! 

Not to mention having to have every single piece of social media on your phone, set to notify you whenever your clients names were brought up so that you could look at it. You’ve seen more than enough lewd drawings of your clients to last you a lifetime, enough fanfiction, and fan edits that left you with blazing cheeks and the need to never look at your client ever again. But mostly you checked each and every update because you were their first and only line of legal defense on these sorts of things.

You’ve taken down leaked nudes, fake news, and qualmed rumors and speculations.

It was hard.

So when you were shown to your desk on your first day and three files were handed to you, you were shocked to see the hero names you would be working with.

Dynamight

Phantom Thief

Shouto

Somehow, without having yet to speak with a single one of your now current clients, you knew that you were going to have your work cut out for you.

“Good luck newbie!” the woman who gave you the initial tour chirped, clapping you on the back. “You got this!”

Good lord.

Without much to do other than reading through the three’s files, you realized that you already knew a bunch about two of three of your clients. DynaMight and Shouto were two heroes that you knew teamed up with and hung out with Deku a lot, both on-field and off-field if any of the out of costume pictures said anything. Because of their connection with Deku, you had at one point learned a bit about them.

You knew that Shouto was a crowd favorite. He was tall and sweet and a complete airhead at the best moments despite him being smart. Controversy still surrounded his character, despite all the good he did, because of the past history that was brought out about his father Endeavor and his brother Dabi. The country couldn’t figure out where they stood in terms of that reveal. Endeavor did a lot before the reveal, and continued to rise up to everything in his path despite the skeletons in his closet being thrown out for the world to see. They neither forgave him, nor hated him, they only watched and waited. Then Dabi, of course, was seen as a could-have-been version of Shouto, and many tried to ask if he was really a hero and not actually siding with the League. After all, why on Earth would he be defensive of his father too?

The public had an unmoving image of Shouto based on anything but who he was as an individual, and you decided immediately that it would be your job to fix that. He was also, after all, a dear friend of Deku, so you’d do anything.

Phantom Thief was your easiest of the three clients. A relatively well mannered man who was kind and a bit weird in a fun way. He had a great sense of self and was a reliable person on the field. He made a great hero, but you could see the way his spirit blazed with an unspoken rivalry between him and the other two of your clients. Well, it seemed like he was the best until his former self appointed rivals came into the picture, but that was hardly ever, and according to Shouto, he was way worse back in their first year. 

The greatest scandal he’s had so far in your three years of working at their agency was the one time he was lied to about a quirk and accidentally copied a woman's quirk that gave her the ability to change her cup size. Safe to say that Phantom Thief accidentally broke a few buttons on his shirt and was unable to stop civilians from snapping pictures. 

But of course, the one that had you practically crying yourself to sleep nightly for more than one reason was Dynamight.

You’d known about him the moment you looked up Deku on your phone.

They were practically a hero duo in everything but name. They were always seen doing the same things together, whether that be on patrol together or maybe getting dinner, most of their top recorded fights were done with each other by their sides. You had also learned that they were childhood friends, and you practically vibrated at the thought that even though Deku was not your client, the chances of meeting him were still astronomically high.

There was no way you wouldn’t not meet Deku!

But you were wrong, so very, very wrong.

Turns out the hero duo in everything but name meant that Dynamight refused to let Deku be anywhere near him in the agency – the very small amount of time they spent in here. The few times they were in the same room, Dynamight absolutely refused to be interrupted because that was their paperwork hour. You had only ever been blessed with seeing green curls turning the corner as Dynamight gripped your forearm, refusing to let you follow.

“Like hell I’ll let you distract the shitnerd,” he stated simply, his red eyes narrowed as he stared down his nose at you. You opened your mouth, ready to defend your not so innocent intentions. “I’m not stupid, so don’t pretend like you won’t try anything.”

Your jaw snapped shut.

Safe to say that you couldn’t do anything about Deku so long as Dynamight was around.

But Dynamight as a client was exhausting to put it kindly.

There were so many opinions and thoughts and issues and praises coming from everywhere. Hell, even the fucking Americans and westerners had caught wind of the Wonder Duo at one point and while you were well knowledgable on their opinions on Deku, the ones on Dynamight were the ones that you had to focus on now.

People still called him a villain, so many unhappy with the fact that he still screamed and cursed and threatened. There were many conspiracy theories that he was working with the long dead League of Villains. They turned their nose up at the fact that he was childhood friends with Deku, claiming that no way an asshole like him could have ever been friends with him. And of course the bullying revelation that had come out shortly after your debut. 

That had been a trip, one that had you even shocked as Dynamight approached the table in front of the media, his body calm and composed. You had watched as he simply said he owed nothing to the media, that he had already done all that he could to deserve his atonement and deserve Deku’s forgiveness. He had spoken clearly, concisely that it wasn’t any of their damn business as to what he did, and if he apologized to them, the unaffected, the ones that had nothing to do with his early years of bullying Deku, of his previous weakness and insecurity, it would be a waste of his breath. 

It isn’t to them he should ever be apologizing to anyways.

You had watched as he stood up, face calm, and hands shoved into his pockets as he stood and walked away despite the screaming reporters. You had wanted to stay longer, have your own hand in damage control, but a swoop of green came in and Deku was at the microphone eyebrows furrowed as he pointed a finger at them all and said that his past with Kacchan was between him and Kacchan only, and his decision to forgive Kacchan were his and only his.

You didn’t hear the rest, didn’t even get the option to hear the way the hero you loved defended the hero you worked for – his childhood friend.

No.

Dynamight had grabbed your elbow and dragged you out of the room with him, the metal doors clanging closed the moment fierce green eyes met yours.

You watched in the company car as Dynamight looked outside the window, one elbow on the doorframe holding his chin; his gaze focused sharply on nothing but the passing sidewalk. Had it not been for the way the hand on top of his lap trembled, you would have thought he was perfectly okay.

Neither one of you talked about that again.

But just because you didn’t talk about it again, didn’t mean the world was the same. People claimed he brainwashed Deku, others demanded that Deku beat the shit out of Dynamight. You knew that Dynamight would want nothing to do with this, but you would stay in the office (an almost useless, empty office as most PR managers did their business at home) for hours long after you were supposed to be gone, practically arguing with someone who only existed behind a screen and didn’t even care that much – but you couldn’t stop.

Seeing Dynamight’s shaking hand had really done a number on you.

“The hell are you still doing here, eyelashes,” Dynamite asked from the dark entrance of the floor. “Go home already, don’t waste your time.”

You had startled at the initial intrusion, but you immediately relaxed seeing the smudged paint around red eyes and blond hair. You barely kept your gaze on him before turning back to your computer and continuing your argument.

“I’m not wasting my time, I’m doing my job,” you remark, eyes squinting at your keyboard because your vision is definitely blurry. “I’ll be heading out soon anyways.”

“God you’re fucking annoying and stubborn!” Dynamight barked, the heel of his hand slamming into his forehead. “This is exactly why I won’t introduce you to the fucking nerd!” 

“What?!” you shriek, suddenly looking at your client as if he had personally attacked you – and in a way he did. “What do you mean you won’t introduce me to Deku because of that?! I’ve already met Red Riot, Chargebolt, Cellophane, and Pinky through you!”

“Yeah, because they’re not stubborn idiots too!” Dynamight accuses, jamming a gloved finger at you as he begins stomping your way. You startle, your chair shooting backward as the explosion hero makes his way towards you at alarming speed.

“What are you—?!” you shriek, hands flailing about as he grabs you by the collar of your distressed shirt.

Dynamight lifts you up to your feet as if you were a sack of flour and you grasp onto his forearm.

“I might tell you that you’re the most annoying and stubborn bitch in the world, but you’re not worse than fucking Deku,” Dynamight sneers, his red eyes narrowed and stern. “I’m not going to let you meet him until you learn how to give or you’ll hurt him, and I’m not going to be part of any reason as to why he gets hurt again.”

Your jaw dropped, clearly offended, but you closed it just as fast; the weight of his words made you a bit sad, even for just a bit.

“You’re kinda cute when you care for Deku, you sure I’m his biggest fan?” you tease, grinning at the hero to which he rolls his eyes.

“Shut the hell up and go home already; it’s annoying seeing you fight a losing battle that’s none of your damn business,” Dynamight simply said, putting you back onto your feet and blocking out your desk. 

“I’ll go home on the condition that for my birthday you at least consider introducing us!” you say, unwilling to move from your spot. “I’ve been working for you for three years! You’ve kept me away for three years!”

Dynamight’s stare didn’t even shift the slightest millimeter, his red eyes unamused as you groaned in grief and annoyance.

“I’m stubborn? Have you met yourself?!” you grumble snatching your jacket and purse from the hook on your cubicle and shoving them on. “My names God of Explosion Murder: Dynamight and I am Stubborn™ but will never admit it.”

You continued mocking your long time client and most definitely friend if you dared to say so, and dragged the heel of your foot all the way to the elevator to which you were joined by Dynamight. The trip down the elevator is silent, and you keep your gaze locked on the closed doors, unwilling to even look at the hero next to you.

Soon enough, the elevator reached the ground floor, and you got ready to walk out.

“I’ll consider it,” Dynamight said as the elevator doors opened. “Also, fucking stop calling me Dynamight, Bakugou’s fine.”

He walked off the elevator with his hands shoved into the pockets of his pants.

“Thank you, Bakugou!” you shriek, your lungs failing you at the thought of finally being introduced to Deku! You hadn’t moved from your spot from the elevator, your chest hammering with the thought of getting to meet Deku.

“Don’t get your hopes up, you’re still irritatingly stubborn,” Bakugou merely calls over his shoulder before lifting his hand in a halfhearted wave before stepping out of the glass door.

That brought you back to reality just a bit and you scowled, knowing you would have to go beyond and above to prove that. 

But you see, there were many reasons to cry about having Bakugou as your client. Besides the stinkhole of his previous bullying, people just were not understanding his typically prickly exterior. You had to go head to head with reputation tarnished, had to slap fangirls away who demanded that Bakugou degrade them where they stood. It was hard to not be stubborn as not only his PR manager but his friend, and in less than a month, still plenty of time before your birthday, you had already grown irritated of the meeting-Deku-card he waved over your head.

“Mei, if I have to go any longer than this, I will die and hope I am reborn as Deku’s new guardian angel,” you pouted, chin pressed against a cold metal tabletop. Your hands being used as glove models for one of your best friends Hatsume Mei. “It’s first of all impossible getting anywhere near him with his guard dog Bakugou literally stopping me whenever I’m within a ten foot radius! And then I’m not even sure what will happen when we do meet again! Would I even be able to talk to him?!”

“Why wouldn’t you? You talk to all my babies with me! There’s practically nothing you can’t do,” Mei laughs, smacking you against your back before returning her intense gaze back to the gloves. “Deku’s uh… I actually can’t remember him but I’m sure he’s a great conversationalist! I think he helped me with the Sports Festival my first year.”

 “That was Iida,” you laugh, wiggling your fingers as Mei demanded. “You’re so bad with names and faces, I’m impressed you know mine.”

“You saved my baby, of course I remember you,” Mei turned her grin towards you, “but come on, why can’t you get with him besides this Bakugou guy?”

“Well, he’s just like Bakugou! He’s practically married to his job! Their schedules basically match together perfectly! There’s literally only three hours a day while they’re on the job that they’re not together! And that’s when they patrol their own parts of town because there’s hardly any activity they don’t need to be attached by the neck.” You explain and rant, your cheeks puffing as you stand up and allow Mei to run further tests on the glove. 

“Sounds like you gotta become a villain to woo this hero guy, huh,” Mei spoke, eyes focused on the glove as you pointed a finger at the far wall and watched as a beam exploded from the fingertip and pierced through the steel wall like butter. “Too bad you’re a goody two-shoes or else I could make you some serious villain gear and make you a fearsome villain to then prove that Hatusme Mei’s babies and creations are untouchable and the best in the world! Muah-ha-ha-ha!”

You know her words are more joking than serious, but that doesn’t stop your eyes from widening. Your body shifts over to where she was standing and you screech pointing at her and just narrowly missing setting off the laser again. 

“THAT'S IT!”

“What’s it?” she asked, completely confused.

“You have to make me a villain!” you exclaim, rushing over to Mei, who is eagerly waiting for her babies returnal especially since it ran perfectly. “You have to make me near-invisible gear that can keep me going toe to toe with Deku until I can seduce him!”

“You want to turn evil?” Mei questions, finger pressing quizzically to her chin. “That doesn’t seem right.”

“I am definitely not villainous to pull that off, but like I pretend to be a villain so that he talks to me and we can like get to know each other!” you exclaim, you’re unable to keep from hopping up and down on your feet, your grin unfathomably bright. “It's practically a romcom in the making!”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Mei laughs, altering the band of fabric around your waist. “You do know heroes and villains hardly speak? It’s more like… ‘I’m more powerful,’ ‘No me!,’ ‘No, ME!’”

“Um, I’m pretty sure that’s not true, but whatever! I’ll figure out a way!” you continue on unaffected because this plan was genius! Especially if you had Mei in your corner?! Her recent development of not using such… steampunk designs made her creations elusive and dangerous to own. Hence why she was an extremely sought out manufacturer, by villains and heroes alike. “And if I can go toe to toe with Deku of all people, you’ll know that you and your babies are the undeniable best!”

“Hm, that is promising,” Mei agrees with a nod as she forces you around. “Is this Deku guy all that good?”

“He’s the one you made the iron soles for!” you chirp and watch as the recognition and challenge spark immediately in Mei’s yellow eyes.

“Oh,” Mei chuckles, turning away from you and looking at her pile of made babies. “This would be good.”

“So we have an agreement?” you grin excitedly. 

“Give me a month, and we’ll have your debut!”

Fuck Bakugou for thinking you weren’t good enough!

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.

You hadn’t expected the initial phases of villainy to be quite as hard as it was, if you were being honest. The late nights at Mei’s personal lab made sure to keep your plans a solid secret, but you had to prepare for the wild range of what Deku’s quirk entailed.

There was smoke, something you were already used to working in because of Bakugou and his quirk. You’ve navigated quite a bit in his smog, and as long as you knew where you were, you would be fine. 

There was also that danger sense, which allowed him to know when things were coming – something that shouldn’t be too big an issue considering you weren’t actually attempting to extract danger onto him. 

Blackwhip was a big issue. How far or how much could you do if he even grabbed a hold of you. With sleuthing and the help of Mei having files on everyone's quirks, you were able to find information that blackwhip was a creation made of energy. Meaning that Mei was now making some type of destructing material to lessen the energy of the quirk, allowing for you to escape should he attempt to capture you this way.

Float was stopped by having most of your fights occur within a confined area, which was needed for you anyways! You didn’t need to be caught by anyone else but him! You didn’t actually need to land in jail – you would prefer to not be handled by anyone but Deku, actually.

Then of course the stupid superstrength and superspeed, both of which you knew you could handle with your quirk. You’ve been head to head with people with quirks similar to that before, and you knew your quirk was tricky enough that you’d manage to slip right past his fingers just fine. After all, you knew full and well that the Deku who took down S class villains was worlds quicker than F class villains – aka you.

You would be fine.

But today was day one, first of how many days it would take to get Pro Hero Deku, aka Midoriya Izuku to fall in love with you. 

You were dressed in a black and purple bodysuit that was definitely not inspired by Shego from Kim Possible’s costume. Your hair was dyed purple by a special spray Mei created that would be washed out by the end of the day, but wouldn’t ever give away that it was fake. You wore a mask over your eyes, and grinned seeing that you couldn’t see a fleck of color on your irises. 

Perfect.

And with far too much confidence, nauseating excitement, and unjustified attitude, you marched down towards your first spot, ready and adopting the identity of who you were about to become.

Mirage.

It was time to act. Deku and Dynamight were on different patrol routes right now, and you sent your threat, readying for the moment for the man in green to come in with the desire to stop you. With the very real threat of stealing every puppy within the tristate area being broadcasted within the area unless and hero bests you, you waited for your savior to come and stop you.

“I am here to stop your villainous acts, you villain!” a voice shattered the silence just as it shattered your heart. You looked over your shoulder to see some hero you couldn’t name standing at the other stairwell entrance with his fists clenched and ready to fight. 

You groaned, shoulders crumbling with your well hidden disappointment.

“I wasn’t looking for you!” you exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at the flabbergasted hero who was just trying to figure out what was happening. “Where’s Deku?!”

“He’s – he’s not here yet,” he stammers, eyes wide. “It’s not his day anymore to patrol this area?”

“Aw fuck!” you complain, pouting at the realization that you had messed up. “Okay, I’ll be back later, please don’t come back. Bye!”

With a small wave, you easily stepped through the door to the stairwell next to you and left, your threat empty and the hero victorious despite not actually stopping you. And unfortunately, although you had wished and prayed even, this was not the last time a screw up like this would happen.

At the threat of destroying all the cats in the area, you had another hero show up, not Deku, and you groaned and left before they could even finish their call of stopping you.

You then threatened to poison the watering system, to which you found out that Deku was held up at another major villain threat in a different city. You groaned and stomped off after that. 

Then there was the time you swore you would increase the overall temperature of the city per one degree celsius should your demands not be made. Shouto answered that one and you immediately walked away the moment you saw the familiar head of red and white coming your way.

Time and time again you kept being caught by heroes you could not care about, being confronted by no names and nobodies. It was tiring, and Mei was beginning to sigh just the smallest bit whenever you showed up to try yet again.

But you weren’t a quitter!

You would win!

This was your last attempt at getting Deku to notice you.

After threatening to wrap all the citizens in the area with a giant froot by the foot, you were almost sad to say that the heroes ignored your cry for chaos and no one had come to check on you.

You sat outside the building you used as your trap for Deku, pouting into a hot dog that the neighborhood's grandma gave you because you looked like you needed something to eat. It’s a good thing you weren’t actually a villain or else they’d be fucked, you bitterly thought as you took another bite of your food. 

It had been a month of empty, no Deku appearances, and you were going to bite the bullet and pretend to be not stubborn just so stupid Bakugou of all people could introduce you.

You kicked your feet as you sat on the staircase, humming as you watched the empty streets bend with the wind. It was quiet, beautiful, peaceful.

“YOU!” a voice shrieked to your left, and you watched a pudgy, red nosed man racing over towards you, a flash drive clenched in his hands. “TAKE THIS! RUN! DON’T LET THE HEROES TAKE IT!”

You gawked at him, feeling the small plastic device being shoved into your hands as the man collapsed at your feet. You squeaked when you heard a voice yelling stop and you bounced to your feet, turned into the building and raced in.

Your breathing was erratic, heart in your throat as you raced up the stairwell, unable to begin to imagine what the hell the information on the flash drive held. You were practically hyperventilating as you reached the floor you had come to know extremely well, and you stood near the window with shaky hands and legs.

What did you take?!

“I’m going to need that back, I’m afraid,” a low smooth voice said from behind you, and you froze immediately. Old anxiety overcome by a new anxiety, one that made your stomach flip and blood burn. 

Turning around, you felt awestruck to see the one man you’ve been waiting for… for fucking years now, really, to appear before you, finally be there. In the flesh, completely, entirely. Your jaw dropped, your gaze looking down from your clenched hand that held the USB to the way that Deku looked at you with warm eyes that were underlined with steel that made you want to drop to your knees, confess everything, and beg to be his. God, he was so fucking tall. He had only been about five foot eight the last time you had actually talked, and now he was at least a foot taller. His teenager haircut was long gone, now replaced with his curls trimmed at the nape of his neck before filling out on top – not quite an undercut. He had more freckles now, surely. His skin just a bit tanner, a scar trailing from his cheek to his jaw. You knew there were more scars, just as you knew that there were dimples when he smiled.

You wanted to have him between your legs while you begged for mercy, holy shit.

Tucking the USB into your pocket, you tilted your head as you will yourself to relax.

“I went through all the trouble of getting it... I think if I’m going to hand it over quickly, I deserve to know what’s on it, no?” you tease, your confidence coming out of nowhere while a smile spreads ever so largely over your features. Deku’s eyes widened just a bit, shock overcoming his green eyes.

“I’m sorry, but that’s confidential,” Deku stresses, taking a step forward toward you. You click your tongue, taking a step backward while grinning.

“I don’t think that’s what I asked for,” you giggle as you watch Deku’s face go through an array of emotions before settling onto one – curiosity.

“What do you want?” he asked, apparently entirely ready to discuss any and all terms and conditions with you.

“Honestly?” you reply, tapping a gloved finger to your chin as you ‘think.’ Deku, however, nods. His stance relaxing, becoming one of preparedness but not the takedown he had previously entered with.

“A date with you.”

You watch as Deku’s eyes slam wide open, his jaw dropping immediately and he stammered. Oh, how your heart soared and how you felt giddy and wonderful as he seemed to slip and slide on his own tongue!

“A-A date?!” he ends up almost shrieking, his head shaking left and right. “T-That’s a total lie! You can’t possibly – well, no! Please tell me the truth!”

But you were giddy, practically drunk off the fact that you were making the most powerful hero in the world blush like a little schoolboy. You suddenly were on the offensive, stepping towards your hero who was much larger than you with power and drive behind each step. And it must have been the way you stared him down, the way you walked towards him at blank range with such brimming confidence that Deku takes a step back. But it’s something that makes you want to laugh as the heel of his foot gets caught on a raised tile, and you watch the mountain of a man tumble to the floor.

You’re on top of him immediately, hands pressed to his shoulders, knee settling near his crotch with most of your weight so he got the idea to not do anything funny. The USB sits between your fingers, and you lean over his flushed face that looks up at you with wide eyes.

“Actually, I changed my mind, I know what I want,” you say instead, nose ghosting over his. “Everytime I decide to do something… naughty… I want you to be the hero on the case to stop me. You and just you.”

You lean in closer, so close that you could see the specks of gold in his green, green eyes.

Deku hasn’t spoken, and you’re pretty sure his chest isn’t moving as you press your breasts against his.

“Understood, De-ku?”

Your teeth tug at his bottom lip and let go as he nods.

“Good, good,” you grin, sitting up on his chest and taking the USB in your fingers and slipping it into his utility belt. “Take good care of that for me, I’ll see you next time, hero…”

You had only managed to flash a quick wave before disappearing through your usual door, hoping and praying to god that whatever the hell possessed you would continue until you reached Mei’s. It wouldn’t hit you until much, much later than you had stunned Pro Hero Deku speechless within the first meeting.

Hell, you thought giddily as you answered Bakugou’s call about how he probably just got into a bit of a messy situation, maybe you do have the potential to woo him like this. 

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Thus truly began your descent as the villain Mirage.

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It was quickly accepted and discovered that the moment you stepped into that costume and colored hair that you were the prey for Deku and Deku only. Most of your interactions with Deku occurred within buildings, and you used Mei’s gear to gain the final laugh each and every time to allow for you to escape. There were times, however, where you could be seen racing through the sky. Jumping from rooftop to rooftop as Deku followed after you, leaping, tumbling, and even catching you at times. 

You flirted with him heavily, allowing yourself to be caught so that you could bat your pretty lashes and press your chest against his. It didn’t matter how professional he was, how good at his job he was, Deku was a pervert – so obviously a pervert it made slipping away almost too easy.

But because you had the world-renowned, world known Pro Hero Deku as the only hero on your case, soon the small block who had to play victims to your horrendous crimes became only a small percentage of people who were watching your crimes. These near daily crimes (or inconveniences/botherings as the people on the internet say to defend you and your actions) are becoming both a worldwide sensation, and so, it took nothing for you to continue having Deku at your feet and the world chipped in. So you agreed to do interviews, forcing uneager reporters to do segments on you so that the hype behind you and Deku’s relationship grew.

You didn’t want him to leave you, not until you got what you wanted, and unless you were an idiot, you were nearly positive you were almost there.

Why would you say that?

Well, a few reasons.

The first came about a week after you had first met Deku again.

You had joyously gathered the means to create a machine to shave down an eighth of an inch of everyone's shoes in the entire country of Japan without their knowledge. You had ever so evilly explained that the point of this was to ensure that for a full day, everyone would feel off and unbalanced but would not know why.

You had said this, grinning widely as you turned around to see Deku standing there attempting to fight off a very amused smile. 

“I don’t think that would be all too evil, Mirage,” he called out to you, arms folding across his chest as he watched you set up the machine to do exactly what you said you would do.

“Mm, that’s what you say now, but just wait until you’re one of the losers stumbling around,” you say back, grinning as you turn around for just a second, wagging the knife at Deku from the distance. 

“Well, regardless, you know I can’t let you do that,” Deku laughs just slightly, and you grin, standing up.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yes, so I’m going to have to ask you to stop right there.”

You giggle.

“Make me.”

You’re not sure what happens, but there’s dodging and weaving, spinning and sliding. You’re practically wheezing from how hard you’re laughing as Deku can not manage to land a finger on you with the help of Mei’s items and your quirk. It all comes to an end when instead of dodging, you throw yourself right at him, and Deku has not anticipated that. 

His eyes are wide open and you fiercely grin as he falls back onto the floor, unbalanced and only slightly frantic. You have the knife pointed at his neck, the dull blade sitting gently on his skin.

“So, Deku,” you taunt teasingly, your teeth burying into your bottom lip for just a moment at the sight of the dark flash in his green, beautiful eyes. “Tell me one thing, or I’ll continue on with my vile plans.”

“O-Okay?”

“Are you single?”

The second attempt came a few many weeks later. 

You had gathered about 75 tons of glitter bombs and were in the current process of making them one. You had plans of setting it off over Tokyo so that for practically the rest of eternity, the entire city would have glitter everywhere. The only thing is that you did have to glue the glitter bombs together because, well, no one made super giant ones.

“This is so annoying, there’s glitter everywhere, and I’m only ten glitter bombs in!” you complain to the ‘empty’ room but knowing full and well that Deku had appeared through the broken window at least five minutes ago.

“If it’s annoying to you, then shouldn’t you stop?” Deku replied and you grinned. 

He really couldn’t stay quiet, huh?

“Well, if it’s annoying to me, then that means every one of my victims will also find it annoying. Win-win situation.” you say, turning around towards him and winking. Facing back towards the glitter bombs you scowl, “stupid fucking glue gets everywhere, too!”

“Regardless, you know I can’t let you do that,” Deku said as leveled as he could although you swore you heard a laugh in his voice.

“Just try and stop me,” you reply back stone cold.

You stand up and watch as Deku stands up from the windowsill and sighs just a bit too heavily.

“Guess I have to,” he says and shoots out before you’re well prepared.

Typically, and probably in any other situation, this would have been the end. Pro Hero Deku had come at you with the speed and power as he took out any other Class F criminals, but unfortunately for him, and definitely fortunately for you that glue was EVERYWHERE.

Deku’s hand was stuck onto your arm, and your chest was glued to his stomach, and you swear you never quite got the strawberry Deku references until right now.

The perverted hero burned scarlet, his face practically simmering with heat as your body became undeniably stuck to his. You had to fight off the vindictive smirk, the practically snarling grin as you could feel something hot and heavy twitch at your hip.

“Fuck,” Deku wheezed.

“Fuck, yeah,” you grinned.

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“WHAT?!”

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Deku could not look you in the eyes for about 10 more interactions following that, but you counted that as a win. But undoubtedly, your starred and favorite memory of it all was something that occurred just last week of the current present events.

You had stood on top of a building, threatening the entire government of stealing (i.e., cutting off) the aglet of their shoes and sweaters and then removing all the laces so that it would result in their wasted time and entire humiliation!

“I don’t think most people even know what aglets are, to be honest,” Deku said from behind you. You turned around to see that he was standing there with an unsuppressed grin. “It’s not a good enough threat.”

You go unfazed by his judgement, choosing to instead bat your eyelashes and push your hair behind your ear.

“Not a good enough threat, and yet, you’re still here?” you tease, enjoying the way pink flushes to his cheeks.

“Where else would I be?” he says, and you have to ignore the way your stomach fills with butterflies. 

“You’re not cute when you flirt back,” you deadpan, biting your tongue harshly when he says ‘hey!’ “Enough chit chat, let me kick your ass now and then do what I need to do.”

Unlike probably what is 95% of the time, you made the first move today. 

You were on the offensive, jabbing and weaving, sweeping and punching. Deku’s green eyes were nearly black as he watched you, analyzing and taking in your movements, countering them all without so much of an issue.

“I still don’t get your quirk,” Deku grunted as his hand swiped at the empty air. “Why won’t you tell me?”

“So then you can turn me in to the government who are still salty about their aglets? I don’t think so!” you say with a laugh, rolling out of the way as Deku lunges forward. “Try again, baby, I have full faith that you’ll get it.”

Deku puffed out a chuckle and lunged again, his huge gloved hand swiping at you, with nearly accuracy despite your quirk being on. But… he wasn’t exactly perfect.

RIIIIIIIIIP!

Cold air hit your breast and your jaw dropped as your very exposed breast appeared before you and Deku. Pro Hero Deku had torn the breast of your costume, the costume that you purposefully did not wear a bra for because you had wanted this exact scenario to play out.

“DEKU!” you screech, pretending to be modest and covering your tit as Deku finally yanked himself out of staring at your breast and whipped around. 

“Oh my god, I am so sorry! I didn’t think that was going to happen! I didn’t even mean to look at your boob! It just sort of all happened too fast and it was very shocking! N-Not that you have an ugly boob or anything because actually I think you have a very great boob! But oh my god, I need to shut up please ignore me!” Deku spoke so fast in a matter of five seconds, and you couldn’t even tell him to come back as he sprinted away.

His ears burned red and you swore even as he was gone, you could still see the red of his ears illuminating the sky.

You laugh.

“What a perv.”

And so, we are back to the beginning.

Back to how you forced a local news channel to read your demands so that you could hopefully take your final bow as Mirage forever.

With the threat of having a machine that would make dogs bark at a frequency for hours on end until humans eardrums broke then bleed. You made your way to your typical building and hummed as you waited. 

The world outside was the same as always.

There were a few people out, a few cars driving through the street, and a few birds chirping here and there.

It was peaceful.

“Don’t you think the new reporter thing was a bit dramatic?” Deku chuckled from behind you.

You were used to him approaching like that, used to him trying to portray being elusive and cool. In your opinion, it just made him dorky.

“No such thing as being dramatic when I’m trying to go head to head with the greatest hero ever,” you respond back effortlessly. You spin on your heel and look back at Deku, who is leaning against a doorframe that he most definitely is slouching on so that the top of his head doesn’t hit the frame. “Hi, Deku.”

“Hi, y/l/n,” he says with a soft smile, one that's slightly victorious, one that makes your stomach knot in a pleasant way.

“Ah, you discovered my secret identity,” you observe, grinning as you begin approaching Deku. “Should I be scared?”

“Probably not, I don’t think I could do anything to you,” Deku sighs, pushing off the door frame and walking towards you too. “You’re pretty amazing, y/l/n.”

“Let’s prove that then,” you grin while zipping forward.

As if the both of you knew that this was the end of the line, the final confrontation, the battle this time was different. It was showy, flirty, full of spins and side steps, playing a game of cat and mouse while dodging and weaving. You laughed as blackwhip dissolved around your costume, and you frowned as he began using more of his power to get from point A to point B much quicker.

You’re not quite sure how it happened, what exactly you did wrong, or maybe Deku just finally figured out the pattern you used for your quirk because suddenly you were being tackled from behind. You shrieked as the two of you went down, his body flushed on top of you, his chest pressing to your shoulders. 

The both of you were heaving, panting, completely out of breath from the five minutes you took playing around. He holds your wrists in one hand, pinned above your head, and the other one is on your waist. You were trapped beneath him, unable to move the absolute unit of a man above you, arms and hips weak to his weight. You shoved your hips up, attempting to shift some of his weight off you, but you froze as he choked on a breath by your ear.

Your ass was pressed against something hard, thick, and hot.

Oh.

Ohhh fuck.

It was happening.

Holy fucking shit.

Your breathing hitches as you thrusted your ass up again, confirming you were grinding on what was definitely Deku’s hardening cock. And once again, Deku makes the prettiest, most embarrassed gravelly grunt at the back of his throat and you feel like every strand of resistance and strength snaps.

The hand on your waist pulls you even closer against his crotch, and there's lips pressing against your neck, and you absolutely lose it. 

He kisses your neck sloppily, teeth nipping at your exposed flesh, and you grind against him, moaning and thrusting back as your body feels like it's on fire. He wanted you! He wanted you and your plan to woo him worked!

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” you keen breathlessly. “Wanted you so badly, Deku.”

“Fuck,” Deku curses, his hips thrusting back against your clothed ass with power you couldn’t fucking wait to feel. “I wanted you too. Wanted you so badly, but didn’t think – holy shit.”

His hand that pins your wrists lets go of you, and moves to grab your jaw. You nearly fucking melt as his full lips slam against yours, and you moan as his lips move against yours. There’s something indescribable about how he’s kissing you, the want, the need, the months of suppressed tension bursting through every move and curve of his mouth. It doesn’t matter to you that you’re pressed up against the concrete floor, you feel like you’ve been placed into another world, an area where you can never come back.

Your arm reaches behind you and buries into his soft curls, you tug at them as your ass circles against his thrusting hips. His tongue slips into your mouth, and you whine at the hot, wet muscle in your mouth, and it sends your head spinning. You can’t take it anymore, you need him, want him flushed against your front.

“Can I fuck you?” Deku asks swollen lips pulling away from yours, his mouth frantic and trailing kisses up your cheeks and down your jaw. “Please, I wanna fuck you so bad. Wanna fuck you on the floor and against the wall. Can I make you mine?”

You nod your head frantically, unable to come up with the words to say in order to tell him yes.  

Deku laughs breathlessly and flips you over so that it’s your back against the floor now. 

And just like you want him to, Deku comes down to reclaim your mouth. Hot, open mouthed kisses, teeth tugging at your lips and hands grabbing your waist. His hands are huge against you filling up the space between your hip and your waist without an issue. Your legs wrap around his waist, feeling entirely small underneath him, but entirely ready to be fucked by him.

His lips move expertly against yours, teeth nibbling at your lips, mouth then sucking on your tongue. You can’t keep the continuous moans from leaking out, can’t keep yourself from staying quiet as your eyes flutter open and see green eyes so dark they look black, staring down at you with the intensity of a predator. 

You were his prey, and you would present to him at the drop of a hat.

His body is hot, heat rolling off of his hero costume in waves, making you feel like you were near burning against him. And the heat between his thighs sits at the bottom of your ass, thrusting up and grinding against you so that you don’t forget even for a moment that you are making him this way. 

“I always knew you’d have such a pretty moan,” Deku mumbles as his fingers find the zipper to your costume and begin to tug it down. His lips trail down your neck, biting and nipping at the newly exposed flesh. “Knew you’d look so pretty under me, waiting to be fucked into submission.”

The words spark something within you, your eyes fluttering as your hips grind just a tad bit faster and you whine. 

“Aw, is that what you wanted this entire time, y/l/n?” Deku asks, his grin pressed against your collarbone. “Wanted to be stretched out and fucked until you can’t anymore?”

“I want it,” you gasp, your fingers burying deep into his curls. “I want you, I want it, I want your dick in me already!”

“Not into foreplay?” Deku chuckles just a bit, tongue then tracing up your neck. 

“Oh I am,” you snap, fingers finding the zipper of his own costume. “You can find out later how much I’m into it, but right now, I have been wanting you for years, and you will not make me wait any longer!”

Deku only nods frantically, and it's a mess of limbs, sloppy kisses, and clothes as the both of you strip to nothing. 

Deku’s in between your legs, one hand pressed to the back of your knee, the other gripping what you believe is his dick because it makes everything in the world freeze as you see it. It’s huge, so thick that his hand wraps around it in a nice grip, and it long, curling up to his abs, curved and veiny. 

“Holy shit,” you squeak, your cunt already clenching at the thought of taking that in. 

“Are you ready?” Deku asks, the hand on your leg moving away for a moment as he cards his fingers back through his hair. “I don’t have a condom, though.”

“That’s fine, I don't care,” you dismiss his words, eyes too focused on the flush cock in his hand. “I don’t think I’ll live after you kill me with that anyways.”

Deku laughs just a bit, his dimples flashing as he leans in and kisses you deeply. You tremble underneath him, feeling so small pressed up against him, and you mewl when you feel the head of his cock pressing between your folds.

“Put it in,” you gasp, leg lifting and wrapping around his waist, “put it in! I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk, do you understand?!”

Deku nods, and with a sense of frantic need, his hand guides his cock into you.

It feels like you’re splitting in half. The girth of his cock stretching your walls out to the max, and he’s only going in. You scream loudly, both in pain and pleasure because it hurts so good.

“Take it, baby, take me all in,” Deku pants, his hips pushing out small, tiny thrusts to ram his cock further and further into your twitching cunt. “That’s i-it, holy fuck, that’s it! You’re taking me all the way in. F-Fuck… you’re so amazing! So fucking perfect!”

Tears are pouring out of your eyes, and your nails are tearing into his back, you sob slightly overwhelmed with his cock and the absolute pleasure of finally getting what you want and it being so much better than you thought. Your cunt throbs almost violently as Deku’s cock finally hits your cervix and your eyes roll to the back of your head as he thrusts in further, lips attempting to claim yours. 

“Fuck me, Deku,” you beg, hips beginning to slam and fuck up onto his cock. “Please! I need you!”

“Such a desperate little villain though,” Deku sighs, teasingly, giving you one strong thrust for good measure. It goes a long way though, the power behind his thrust and thighs promising you a bruised ass, thighs, and cunt makes your mouth water for more. “I need you to promise to never do anything like that again and be a good little manager for Kacchan.”

“W-Wha–”

“Be good and stop being Mirage, or else you won’t be fucked.”

There was no hesitation.

“Okay.”

And just like that, Deku’s soft smile curves into a knowing, fierce smirk, and you can do nothing as his hands press to the back of your knees and he begins thrusting his hips into you. And it takes you completely out of control. 

It’s a messy, frantic dance, your body holding onto his, your lips pressing against his, desperate and needy for his, and he is basically trying to imprint his body onto yours, the concrete, and the walls. Your bodies are so foreign to each other, and yet, when he fucks into you just a bit hard, just a bit faster, you come undone, back arching and toes curling as you sob his name.

It’s overwhelming to know that he can read you this well and for you to have never fucked him before. It’s empowering to see that he likes every forced and involuntary squeeze and clench of your cunt. He loved when your nails dug into his skin, raking their existence against the plane of broad muscles and scars. 

Deku curses your name as you clench around him, his hands moving to your jaw so that he can lift your face to kiss him just so. He kisses you with a heated passion, a need that strips your entire being bare, and his hips slam so loudly against you, the slicked wetness is squelching and slapping with every grunt and moan.

In and out his cock goes, and you praise him and his cock.

You praise him for making you feel so good, for stretching out your pussy with that fat cock of his. You beg for more, and more, and more. You want every snap of his hips to send new colors to your vision, and every echoing squelch of your meeting, sloppy sexes only adds to the blabbering, unmanaged sentences from your lips. 

“Harder, faster, more!” you beg, practically wailing against his shoulders, needing him more and more. The concrete hurts against your back, but you don’t care. You don’t care if he breaks your back, it’s a fall you’ll take. “Don’t hold back! Don’t you dare hold back!”

“Fuck, you’re crazy,” Deku gasps, his sweaty brow burying into your cheek. “I won’t though, I won't. Be ready, I’m not sure if you can take it.”

Before you can snap back that you can in fact take it, Deku’s weight falls heavier onto you and the angle shifts just slightly, and your words are ripped right out of your throat for a pitched, window shattering screech. Deku fucks into you with a new power, some untapped strength as greenspark falls from his skin as he ruins you for anyone ever again.

Your voice begins to scream out, the feeling of his vicious, thick cock snapping into you, shoving your shoulders further and further into the concrete was sending your head spinning. Your body is convulsing as he fucks you with new vulgar need and strength. But before you could scream your praises, Deku’s fingers shove into your mouth, and his other hand wraps around your neck, silencing your words and noises as he fucks up into you again and again and again.

“So loud, angel,” Deku smirks, fingers stroking and pinching your tongue as saliva pours endlessly from your mouth. His voice isn’t strained however, doesn’t have any indication that he’s out of breath or ready to tap out and that nearly makes you go insane. “I can’t wait to see everything that makes you look like this… you’re so pretty when you’re getting fucked.”

Your head is spinning, the heated tightness in your core clenching and throbbing as his conquesting cock never once stops or lessens. It just grows and grows and grows. His cock twitches in you, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as he lets out a deep moan. 

“Such a good and wet cunt you are,” Deku gasps as you gag against his fingers that press roughly against the back of your tongue. Your vision feels hazy, but you feel like you’re on cloud nine as his hand on your throat opens and closes, demonstrating his power over you. “I’m so glad you went through all this hard work to get me to fuck you.”

You can’t speak, so you nod desperately, you were so happy you did this too. 

Your hips buck up into him with sheer stubborn drive to get him to toss his head back and moan, you wanted to see him unhinged too. Your eyelashes flutter, as his hands remove themselves from your face, and they move to your hips to help you out. But the building tightness and demanding need in your cunt was growing louder, hotter, completely undeniable. Your teeth sinking against his skin as you whimpered loudly, absolutely pathetically as you shifted faster, fucking against him harder.

“I-I’m so close,” you manage to moan out, and a sharp escape of air comes from his nose at that revelation.

Deku nods, his head moving so that his forehead rests against yours as he looks deep into your eyes. “I need you to look at the way your belly bulges while I fuck you before you cum, I want you to watch it bulge as you cum.”

You whimper, the strain in your neck almost insufferable as you peer down at your hastily exposed stomach, and you nearly faint at the pornographic, near-insane image of your stomach bulging with his hammering monster of a cock. And just like that, the tight heat in you snaps without a hitch, and you come tumbling down from the heights of your building orgasm. White heat and light spread through your body, your jaw slacking as you moan loudly, screaming his name as you convulse against him, body entirely limp. Deku, who was barely hanging by a strand, completely loses it when your core clenches like a vice against him. 

Hot, thick ropes of cum spurt from his cock, his heavy, shaking gasps the only thing you can hear as he fucks into you once, twice more for good measure he collapses onto his forearms above you. It’s hot, almost too hot as he lays on top of you, the sticky fluid of his cum radiating against your already blazing walls, and for a bit, there’s silence.

Deku is the first to move afterward, and you whine as he pulls his cock out of your sore, abused pussy. You make a noise of curiosity then fear as Deku spreads your legs even more open and moves so that his head is face to face with your cum filled pussy.

“What are you–?!” you screech as Deku takes a lick out of your dripping cunt.

“Fuck, this does taste good,” Deku smirks as he once again licks your overstimulated pussy and you sob. “Besides, who said we were done?”

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bonus! 

“Everyone, this is my girlfriend y/l/n y/n!” Izuku happily introduced you to his group of friends.

“What the hell?!” Bakugou screamed, thrusting a finger at you and all you did was laugh.

So much for not being stubborn, huh.

#midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #midoriya smut #bnha #bnha x reader

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But Don’t You Ever Let Me Go (3)

Primo Nizzuto/Majid Zamari Sugar Daddy Fic

Part 3/ ?

(Parts 1, 2)

Plus @ournextdoorneighbor has done several arts for #TrustTheWolf! Go check that AMAZING stuff out! :D

Majid wakes up at 10:58 am, completely well-rested. The evidence of his stale pleasure is glued to his body hair. The odd prickling promptly jump-starts his brain straight into freak-out mode. 

The car ride. Primo’s dulcet tones. The smell of him on his skin. The pleasure of release after so long without.

Majid leaps out of bed. 

Last night was a mistake. A weakness. One Majid is embarrassed to have committed in the first place. 

What’s shocked him most is the ferocity of his swift libido. Majid’s had fantasies before, lurid wet dreams inspired by exaggerated magazine spreads. Hot chicks in nothing but lingerie and ‘come hither’ stares. He used to go through bottles of lotion and boxes of tissues like crazy before he finally started having sex for real. 

Sex with women. 

Because Majid likes women. He isn’t gay! 

…Or, is he?

Fuck! Majid squeezes his eyes shut. He doesn’t know anymore! That tame, midnight fantasy was nothing at all compared to all his previous raunchy escapades, but it was also the most intense orgasm of his life. Primo’s very masculine body, his very manly voice, his very alpha-male presence awakens a dark need inside Majid. Hell, it knocked him unconscious for hours after emptying his balls all over himself. 

Still, Majid is confused. 

It’s the weekend. He’s off from work and that means no surprise visits from certain Mafia Dons. Hopefully. Just thinking about Primo overwhelms Majid and sends him into a wild frenzy around his flat. He spends most of his afternoon laundering his bed sheets and clothes, cleaning himself thoroughly in the shower…and then scrubbing down the tiles when he strokes out another Primo-induced orgasm. 

It’s absurd, but Majid suspects one look at him and Primo will know his shame. His cock gives a valiant twitch at that. 

Is this real life? Is Majid going to spend the rest of the weekend wanking off to Primo? He groans, flopping down on his springy mattress and hanging his head. 

What exactly is it about Primo that awakens Majid’s sexual urges when nothing else has? Objectively speaking, Primo is a handsome-looking older man. Any fool with eyes, gay or straight, can see that plain as day. After the first few encounters with the man, Majid scoured old newspaper clippings from decades past. Desperate to understand the gravitas behind the notorious Primo Nizzuto.

Gone is the ridiculous pornstache and bell-bottoms of his youth, exchanged for modern (albeit still flamboyant) facial hair and fashion. The floppy hair and thick thighs remain, plus the addition of one pierced ear that came about during the 80’s. In fact, Majid once spent an entire lunch captivated by a single teardrop-shaped pearl earring that swayed in time with Primo’s conversation.

He appears to have aged like a fine wine, hale and healthy, time only adding to his magnetic elegance. All that country air and good food is a testament to the wonders of Italian longevity. 

Add to that his influential power--and Majid isn’t that dumb not to notice the excited thrill he feels whenever Primo exercises said power on Majid’s behalf. Small, insignificant Majid, a real nobody that Primo pulls out all the stops for. Majid likes people watching? With a wave of his hand, Primo gets them a table with a stunning view for lunch. The gallery too crowded for Majid? One word and suddenly it’s just the two of them gazing at dusty old paintings. Primo could have literally anyone in the world, but instead he chooses to fill his days with Majid. 

It’s hot. 

It wasn’t like this with Hakan, who pranced around pretending to be his mentor so long as Majid continued making him money. Who coddled him while simultaneously collaring him. 

Yeah, but Hakan didn’t want to fuck your brains out, either. 

Oh, he knows exactly what Primo wants. Who he wants. Question is, is Majid willing to give it to him? 

Primo is sexually charged and aimed at Majid, ready to fire whenever he’s given permission. That the ball is even in existence and firmly in Majid’s court is pleasantly reassuring. Despite all his carnal hunger, Primo will wait patiently for his enthusiastic consent. In some small measure, Majid can exert his own special power over the man. That in and of itself is attractive.

It’s exhilarating and dramatic, daunting and intimidating. Has Majid been playing it straight this whole time because it was expected of him? 

Living in Italy only makes it easier to remove himself from the trappings of his old life and examine the bigger picture. For the first time, he’s outside of the rigid confines of tradition that mandated he be hard-boiled and repressed. Finally, Majid can breathe easy and freely explore what makes his cock throb without shame. Try as he might to abhor this “perverted” behavior, Majid not-so-secretly delights from the adventures, the conversations…the pampering. Maybe it’s alright to admit kneeling, crawling, and kissing Primo’s signet ring is exactly what he desires. 

However, if Majid capitulates to Primo’s wants and needs, what’s in store for him when he inevitably fucks up? What security is there that he won’t end up beaten into another bloody pulp, or worse--dead? Honestly, it’s the punishment that scares Majid more than the sex. He’s racked with crippling anxiety--pins and needles in his fingers and toes, air freezing inside his lungs, the memory of bone splintering while someone he trusted sits indifferent to his suffering. 

Surviving Hakan? Pure dumb luck. Surviving Primo? Not likely. Every moment spent with Primo is like lighting a matchstick around a puddle of gasoline. One wrong move and everything goes up in flames. Every nerve in his body is telling him to run, far away from Primo Nizzuto’s reach. 

Everytime he gets the itch to move, those damn captivating green eyes lure him right back again. 

You’re an idiot, Zamari.

++++

“Boss wants you to have this,” the man in the dark suit says.

It’s sunny as shit outside, enough that Majid squints an eye trying to adjust after spending so long in the auto shop. There’s a backdrop of power tools and air compressors whirring away behind him. In front, the Suit wears a thick pair of nondescript sunglasses over a neutral expression. He wiggles the package again.

Majid scrunches his face at the square box. It’s expertly wrapped in crimson paper that looks quite supple and expensive. It’s…a gift. A bloody gift, given the colour. Gulping, Majid wipes his hands off on a rag and clumsily accepts it. Suit goes absolutely nowhere, merely crosses his hands and waits patiently. Primo must have ordered him to witness Majid’s reaction and report back to him. Shit, Majid’s face burns hot and it isn’t from the sun.

The wrapping is just as buttery-soft as expected. It calms his initial, childlike instinct to rip and tear it open. Inside is a black box embossed with pale gold letters.

BVLGARI. 

Majid’s eyes widen comically. He stares at the box, then at Suit. 

Silence. Not even a shrug or head-tilt to acknowledge Majid’s turmoil. Nothing. Perfect, civil obedience. With his heart thumping loudly in his ears, Majid is almost envious of his observer’s detachment. His thumb edges the corners of the box and he immediately likens his situation to Pandora. What fresh hell is he inviting into this world by opening Primo’s gift? Just sign here on the bottom line...

Nestled on a cushion of creamy velvet is an all-black watch. The straps are a liquidy-soft metal of intertwining onyx teeth. The wide crystal face is ringed in matte black lettering (and fuck, it’s an actual Bvlgari) and tiny yellow-gold dials. Three perfect subdials catch a sunbeam and flare molten and golden, like miniature full moons in the midnight sky. 

Woof!

His brown eyes light up and dance at the superb craftsmanship. It’s edgy but sleek, confident and dangerous--whoever wears it will surely strike an intimidating figure.

Oh, who is he kidding? Majid is totally going to wear this. Already his wrist is heavy and itching with anticipation. It’s absolutely perfect and exactly to Majid’s tastes. It’s as if Primo saw inside his soul and plucked out all his wants and desires just to hand them back on a silver platter. A plume of heat rushes down his spine to settle in his extremities. 

Shivering, Majid reassembles the box and stares at the expectant Suit. He’s almost tempted to pass it back, refuse this precious (ludicrously expensive) gift, if only to gauge his reaction. The Suit wouldn’t mind, but he’d still have to deliver the news to the benevolent gifter. It’s already been well-established that Primo brushes off rejection like water off a duck. Or, in his case, a black swan. His first proffered gift was an entire damn vineyard. Dozens of meals and car rides later, a four-figure watch is innocent. 

His fingers trace the embossed logo. It’s such a thoughtful gift, too. 

“Please give Signor Nizzuto my sincerest,” apologies, “thanks.” Fuck. 

Suit nods stiffly, pivots on one polished heel, and returns to his nondescript car. 

Majid escapes the hot air outside and returns to the auto shop. The gift is tenderly tucked inside his personal locker, with the lock pulled twice just to verify it is indeed fastened. The rest of his work day is spent in a complete daze. Everything blends together--Majid can’t count how many car batteries and broken tail lights he replaces, his mind and eyes skittering back to bore holes into his locker. 

When he greets Primo outside his apartment for their usual Tuesday night dinner, Majid is clean of grease and clothed in his best black attire. There’s been an effort to tame his growing curls and trim his short beard. He looks handsome. 

The sallow streetlamp outside casts him all in shadow. Somewhere a dog barks.

This time, when the chauffeur opens the backseat door he lets Primo exit and meet Majid in the crisp night air. The two of them stand silently across from each other, only a scant few feet apart. Primo is dressed in a close-fitting red suit so dark it might as well be black. 

Beware, the devil wears red… 

Unabashed green eyes soak in his appearance, slow and sultry over all his edges and curves. Majid holds himself still, blazer tucked in the crook of his left arm. The purposeful posture highlights the gleaming watch adorning Majid’s wrist. It doesn’t go unnoticed.

Primo blinks once, tongue blatantly stroking along his bottom lip, “Do you like it, my boy?”

His husky words are a temptation, promising notes ringing in the air between them. Shuddering madly and unable to speak, all Majid does is nod. A smile carves its way onto Primo’s face, chiseling dimples in his cheeks. Those eyes of his are electric. He takes a step closer, bringing a cloud of that damn cologne with him--Majid inhales sharply--then promptly backing off to the side. A playful little dance that leaves Majid absolutely reeling. One gentlemanly sweep of his hand, Primo beckons him towards the belly of the rumbling car. 

…So tempt away, devil, Majid thinks carelessly and ducks inside. 

#my fic #trust fx #wolf 2013 #Trust the Wolf #primo x majid #primo/majid #primo nizzuto #majid zamari #But don't you ever let me go

[fan-fantasies]

Princess (Michael Langdon smut)

A/N: well... this is the longest thing I've ever written on this blog like damn. This is also the first smut I've written in months so please don’t hate me. I just love Michael Langdon more than I should. I hope you all enjoy this cause I need to go drink some holy water. ~Breezy

Warnings?: so much smut... (I feel dirty as hell), chocking, unsafe sex, some dirty talk, blood, use of knives, swearing, slight spoilers? (follows the first two episode )

Word count: 5.8k (I uh... I'm not sorry)

The world ended and you were stuck in this stupid outpost with a bunch of stuck up snobs who seemed to think they were the most important person in the world. All of them either bragging how they were able to buy their way in here, or talking about how they were taken from their family. You were more sympathetic with the ones who were taken because you were in a similar situation. All you were was an artist, a painter who was just barely starting your career when you had gotten the notification of the worlds destruction. Two men came barging into your apartment requesting you go with them, you managed to grab a small book for drawing and a small thing of water colors, you’d be damned if you’re bored. They seemed hesitant to let you have the small bag but they didn’t say anything to you almost as if they were afraid to tell you no. They rushed you to a plane, which took off quickly leaving with just you and the two men that picked you up. You had no chance to ask questions or even speak a word before noticing the mushroom cloud had formed over the US. Tears welled in your eyes as you knew that no one would have survived something like that. 

You sat in the jet for what seemed like hours before one of the men came from the cockpit, he handed you a hazmat suite, 

“Put this on, we are about to land.” He bluntly states and without a word you took it. You weren’t sure what was going on but you didn’t dare ask questions. You slipped the suite on easily, zipping it up and waiting for the jet to land wherever it was you were going. Something inside of you said something was wrong. 

Then here you were, in this strange underground outpost wishing you had honestly died in the blast. Each person who blurted out their displeasure just angered you a little more and eventually you just became numb to the feeling. You aren’t sure how long it had been since you had gotten here, seeing as though you weren’t aloud outside or to see the light of day. 

According to Ms. Venable, your meals had been apparently cut to one meal a day due to a lack of food and all the snobs weren’t having it. Complaining that they wouldn’t live off of one small cube of food a day, you were honestly just happy to have something to eat even if the food was tasteless and just disgusting all around. The room was tense as everyone just stared at each other, or it seemed that way because you had blocked out all the bickering and constant anger. This happened every night, but something was different much different. Two men were taken away from the table, being accused of having left the outpost to go outside and be covered in radiation. The group wouldn’t stop talking about the situation, you honestly couldn’t care less about it, you didn’t know the two of them and you didn’t care to know them. You retired to your room to rest in hopes to get away from all the madness. 

That night you had a dream, nothing you weren’t used to seeing as though you always had dreams but this one. This was stranger than usual. 

A young boy stood in front of you, you couldn’t help but think he was handsome. Short curly blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, he stands tall and proudly. He stood across the room from you, shivers ran down your spin as he locked eyes with you. Was he staring into your soul? The room grew colder as he took three large strides towards you, he towered over you seeming to try to intimidate you but you didn’t snap. You kept your eyes locked with his, they were cold yet calm, who was he? His hand gently caressed your cheek, rubbing his thumb gently over your cheekbone. 

“So beautiful,” he whispers softly, “I’m so glad I found you,” he leans closer bringing his face inches from yours, his breath fanning over your face. 

“We will be together,” his deep voice spoke as he leaned forward brushing his lips against you for a brief second before pulling away. 

“They thought they could hide you from me but I will always find, your are my princess,” he spoke, “And the prince, always saves his princess,” he leaned in one more time, this kiss was passionate, it made your heart stop for a moment. He pulled away, then everything seemed to fade away. Leaving you in darkness, confused and slightly aroused by this.

Waking up with a start you gasp for air, you caught your breath unsure why it seemed like you had fully stopped breathing. Something about that dream felt off, though all you could think about was the boy, you wanted him to find you. You wanted him to save you. Whatever that honestly meant to you. You stood from your bed, grabbing your bag, you had to put his face down on paper though using watercolors wasn’t on option you just sketched his face. The beautiful face that you just couldn’t get out of your head, his sharp eyes had the most detail they were so captivating… 

A loud knock on your door snapped you back to reality from your dream like state, it must have  time to wake up. Though they weren’t serving breakfast, most people went to the common area to sit, drink and complain about their problems. You sighed heavily, hiding your bag under your bed though bringing the small sketchbook with you in order to continue to work you had started. No one ever really bothered you anyways seeing as though you never spoke to anyone who was around you. You made sure you were dressed in your clothes, most of the people here wore purple or grey but you, you wore red. No one seemed to notice up until you went downstairs and found a place to sit that wasn’t between two people. The bitch, Coco, was on her usually daily rant of the morning until her eyes landed on you. 

“And you!” She cried out, “Why is it, that all of us either have to wear purple or grey but you get to wear red?” She scoffed, “ I bet you slept with someone in order to get here, you’re somebody’s slut,” she spat in your direction. You glanced up from your book, no emotion on your face or any fucks to give. 

“Look, lady,” you begin keeping a straight face, “I don’t know why I’m wearing red, or why I was able to be here, so just leave me out of your rant.” You look back down to your book, continuing the detail of the young boys face. The details seemed never-ending on his face and you refused to stop until you had gotten them all. You hadn’t realized how quiet the room had gotten, all that was heard was the radio playing the same song over and over again. Before you knew it, it was time for dinner where they were serving steamed snake. It didn’t exactly look appetizing but you were hungry and would eat just about anything. The young girl at the table brought up the fact that there was a breach last night, something you must have missed cause you really didn’t remember that happening. Though the question was dismissed and we were told to eat, but the second we went to eat, the cooked snakes were now alive. Hissing and slithering over the table causing everyone to jump back in fear and panic, even you were startled by this even though you had never feared snakes before. Everyone rushed from the dinning room, back to the main area where you all gathered. 

The room was deathly silent, as we sat around and waited for our new guest to show up and introduce himself. Anxiously you all waited for him, Ms. Venable stood near the fire place, she didn’t move at all, was she just as anxious as everyone else? 

His footsteps echoed off the walls as he approached the main area, you took a deep breath as he entered the room. His eyes were the first thing that caught your attention, they were icy and so captivating, you knew it was him. He was a bit taller, and his hair much longer as well. He was even more handsome than he was in your dream. He glanced around the room, taking in everyone appearance before his eyes locked with yours, flashes of your dream flashed before your eyes before you broke the eye contact. He began to walk around the room, almost as if he was stalking his pray until he stood in front of the fireplace. Even Venable didn’t want to stay in his gaze. 

He spoke, “My name is Langdon and I represent the Cooperative, I won’t sugarcoat the situation,” he begins, “Humanity is on the brink of failure, my arrival was crucial to the survival of life on earth.” He continued to speak about how other compounds had fallen, having been overrun and the people inside having been massacred. 

“Which will happen to most of you,” everyone looked at him in confusion, one of the girls questioning his choice of words. 

“Incase of something like this we build another outpost, Sanctuary. The sanctuary is unique, has certain security measures so it won’t be overrun.” A few people asked questioned and they were answered simply with classified. 

“Though I was sent here, to see if any of you are worthy to go to this outpost. We call it, cooperating.” You rolled your eyes at that. He explained how anyone who didn’t want to be questioned wouldn’t be eligible and would stay in the outpost and be left to die.

“I’ll go first!” Gallent says causing jealousy to bubble up in your chest, you weren’t sure why but you felt angry. 

“And so you shall,” Langdon states, “It should only take me a few days, so you won’t be kept in suspense forever.” He continues to speak, pulling out a vile saying how if they were the one to be left behind to take it. Especially instead of being eaten alive, you would fall asleep and never wake up. 

“I look forward to meeting each and every one of you,” Langdon says, locking eyes with you before leaving the room. You heart nearly exploded, so much so that you tuned out the arguing that was going on about who was going to go and who wasn’t. You felt anxious to see him, but you knew you had to wait. You stood from your chair, walking back towards your room where you didn’t have to listen to anyone yell anymore. You walked up the stairs towards your bedroom door though you felt eyes on you as you stood in front of it. You turn to see who it was and there he stood, across the way. This time your eyes stayed locked, staring at each other for what felt like an eternity before he gave you a charming smile and entered his room. You let out a breath before entering your room, instantly rushing to your sketchbook to draw the new image of him you have. His long flowing hair, his beautiful eyes and just smooth features. You refused to rest until you finished what you had started, and you did exactly that. 

The darkness of your slumber, another dream appeared. You still weren’t surprised and stayed that way even when Langdon appeared, now with long hair. 

He didn’t wait a moment, he came right over to you gently taking your face in his hands,

“I told you I would find you, my princess,” he says lowly, not in a menacing way but in a loving way. He looked at you as if he knew you for many years but you just couldn’t seem to recognize him as he did with you. 

“It’s alright my dear, they have taken your memories.” He explains as he gently rubs your cheek, “You will remember soon,” he reassures, you nuzzle against his hand. Feeling safe with him being around, even though you could feel the shroud of darkness around him. 

“Please, help me remember,” you whispered a you gaze in his eyes, he chuckled his smile so beautiful. 

“In due time my dear,” he gently kisses your forehead, “until then, just continue on until we finally speak to one another.” He explains. You nod at his instructions, he gently let go of you face. 

“W-Wait,” you stammer not breaking eye contact, “Kiss me, please,” you whisper feeling a blush creep up on your cheeks. 

He smiled again coming close to you once again, slowly learning towards you connecting your lips in a gentle kiss to start. His lips soft against yours as they moved together in sync, gently you touch his cheek, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. Never in your entire life had you felt so compelled to kiss someone. His tongue slipped into your mouth, forcefully yet he was still cautious. Only for a few moments were your tongues intertwined before he pulled away, your heart racing, your head spinning and your lips tingling from the sensation. You didn’t want him to pull away, you wanted to stay like that forever, tears welled in your eyes. You needed him. 

“Don’t cry my sweet, we will be together soon.” He kisses your forehead once more before your dream fades to black. The rest of the night you slept peacefully. 

The next morning, someone was pounding on your door causing you to nearly fall out of bed. 

“Yeah yeah!” You called towards the door as you slowly dragged yourself from your bed. Brushing your hair and dressing yourself in the proper clothing before there was another knock, 

“Yeah?” You called allowing them to enter, 

A grey walked into the room, “Mr. Langdon is asking for you,” he says, clearly he’s nervous. You nod at his statement, “Alright, thank you,” you tell him giving him a warm smile, he rushed off leaving you. You straighten yourself up before leaving your room and heading towards his. Butterflies fill your stomach as you get closer to his room, you were finally going to be alone with him. You knock gently on his door, hearing his voice asking to enter you slowly walk in. He sat at the desk across the room, you were awestruck at his beauty once more. 

“Come in,” he says as he motions to the chair in front of him, you nod before walking over towards the chair and sitting in front of him. 

“You look very beautiful in red,” he says lowly as he looks you up, 

“Thank you, Langdon…” you trail off, 

“Micheal, call me Micheal,” you acknowledge him by nodding, you both sit there in silence for a few moment. 

“So tell me, why do you think I should pick you, hm?” He questions leaning forward to look at you, you sit there kinda dumb struck. 

“Well, to be honest, I’m not even sure why I’m here.” You mumble lowly, “I’m not rich or anything really,” you sat there unsure of what to say to him, you felt his eyes on you as you stare at your hands. 

He chuckled lowly, he sat back in his seat. “Come here,” he says, you gulp before standing up and walking over to him. His hands gently touched your waist, slowly pulling you onto his lap. You gasp as you straddle his waist, not exactly expecting him to do this. 

“I am so glad you’re finally here beautiful.” He whispers as he gently strokes your cheek. “I hope you enjoyed your dreams,” he laughs as you bite your lip in memory of the kiss you had shared in your dream, but mainly because you wanted that even more. 

“Please,” you whisper softly looking at him, 

Mischief fills his eyes, “Please what princess?” He teases looking you directly in the eyes, your breath caught in your throat for a moment. 

“Please… Help me remember,” you whisper, “help me remember everything,” He smiles at your words, begging is music to his ears. 

He pulls your face close to his, his forehead pressed to yours, “We are going to take this one step at a time.” He finally pulls your lips to his in a smothering kiss. Just like the dream, things started out slow, taking his sweet time memorizing your lips and the curves of your body. He pulls you closer by your waist, deepening the kiss more, your hands tangling in his long hair. Slowly things began to heat up, his tongue meetings yours causing a soft moan to escape your lips. It all felt so familiar but you just couldn’t place the feeling. 

He gripped your waist a little tighter causing you to roll your hips against his, he pulled away a groan escaping his lips. His soft lips trailed towards your neck, leaving tender kisses up and down, you let out a shaky breath when he reached the base of your neck. He left soft kisses around that area, before then leaving gentle nips there as well. 

You let another shaky breath escape past your lips at the feeling, allow your head to tilt back to give him better access. He trailed kisses back up your neck, up your jaw and to your ear. 

“Now tell me princess, what do you remember?” He whispers, images flash in your vision for a moment. The two of you, covered in blood together in a bed. You were on top of him, seemly riding him as his hands traveled up your naked sides.

“A ritual,” you whisper, “the two of us, becoming one covered in the blood of a sacrifice.” Micheal lightly nips at your earlobe, you whine softly. 

“What else?” He whispered in your ear leaving a gentle kiss on your jawline. You whine, trying your hardest to think of what else happened. More images flashed through your mind, 

a coven of witches though you left them without a word. Finding Michael, taking his hand as he led you away to a place where no one would find you. 

“You took me to your home, you told me I was chosen for this,” you whimper, “That we were destined together,” the brightest smile form on his face, 

“Please Michael, I need more,” you breathed out, “I can’t remember anymore,” He chucked again, his lips pressing roughly against your neck. His mouth trailing hot kisses down your neck, nipping occasionally at the the skin. Your wines only grew in volume the more he continued, you had lost all control of yourself. More images continue to play in your vision like a movie, moments of intimacy, lust, passion and a plan of ruling a world. 

“Tell me what I would do to you, I know you’re remembering,” he growled lowly against your neck.  

“You used to be so good to me,” you whined, “You’d treat me like a princess, you’d make me feel so good,” his lips trailed higher continuing to leave nips at your flesh. His lips now hovering over yours,  

“I want to feel that again, I wanna be with you like that again,” you practically beg, he lets out a breath. 

“Not now my beauty, we have so much time.” He speaks teasingly touching your lips together and pulling them away just as quickly. “Our time is nearly up princess, we will have to continue this another day,” you whine as his words, your fingers tangling in his hair. He pulls you into another searing kiss, your tongues meeting again this time for a longer period of time. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding down on him again, the heat between your legs was almost unbearable. His hand held you waist and stopped your moments before pulling away, 

“Patience princess, we will get there in due time.” He whispers, “I know it has been some time since we were together but we must wait for the right now.” He gently kisses your forehead, you nod, “Yes my prince,” you say softly, “I’ve missed you so much,” you gently touch his face, looking into his perfect eyes. 

Slowly you move to get off his lap, you knew if you stayed you would never leave him. You just wanted to stay by his side, be his princess like the old days. 

“Don’t worry princess, we will be together soon.” He slowly stands, “We just need to execute the plan first, just know you will always be by my side.” He leans down and kisses your cheek, 

“I will see you in my dreams, my prince,” you whisper before leaving his room in order for him to continue his interviews, 

“You will my love, you will,” you smile at his words as you left the room, you grabbed your sketchbook from your room and walked back down to the library where you decided to sit.

The second you got comfortable, an argument broke out between Gallant and his Nana over something stupid. Part of you knew that Michael had done something in order to turn everyone against each other, did your stomach turn and bubble with anger knowing that he had touched someone that wasn’t you? Yes it did but you knew there was a greater plan to all of it.  The things you begun to draw became slightly explicit, memories of the night where the two of you began you journey together. Moving together so intimately in the blood of the poor sacrifice, it was the most amazing day of your life. A day you wished would come back. 

You weren’t sure how long it had been since you last saw Michael, it could have been days or honestly hours but he had found his way to your room one evening. He didn’t say much to you other than asking if you trusted him and of course you did. You followed him through the halls towards a small white room which had been arranged with candles. You knew he wanted to ask his father for guidance but why did he want you to be there with him? Slowly he began to take off his jacket, motioning you over to him which you happily waltzed over. 

“The time is nearly there my princess.” He says gently brushing his fingers through your hair, then letting his fingertips dance down the column of your neck. 

You didn’t speak, you gazed into his eyes as his hands tugged at the dress you were wearing. Licking your lips, you allow him to pull it over your head leaving you bare to him.

“Together, we will call to my father and become one…” you couldn’t stop the whine the escapes your lips, excitement bubbling up inside of you. Michael began to undress himself before doing anything, 

“We must prepare the circle,” he begins as he pulls out a small dagger from the coat he had thrown on the floor. “Sit in the middle of the circle and I will begin,” he orders you in which you happily comply, kneeling in the middle of the circle you waited for him. You felt him kneel behind you, his freehand running up your sides gently towards your breast. 

“May I?” He whispers in your ear as the cold blade touched your arm, you nodded, 

“Use your words princess,” he whispers, “I need your words beautiful,” you nod again, taking a breath, 

“Yes you can,” you say as confidently as you could. He dug the knife gently in your arm, drawing blood and causing it to run down your arm and to the ground. He left a few kisses on your neck and shoulder as he dug into the other arm gently. 

He moved away for a moment, cutting his own arms in order to start drawing a pentagram on the ground in both of your blood. As he did he began chanting in tongues, words you didn’t understand but you were more curious then you should be. He knelt in front of you, his bloody hands coming to touch your face gently. He pulled your lips to his in a hot kiss, his hands running down your body, one of them holding your waist the other gently caressing your bare breast. You moaned against his lips, craving more of his touch, you wanted him to bring you pleasure. His hands continued to smear blood all over your body as he left no place untouched. You did the same, hands traveling up and down his firm chest. 

Michael pushed you back onto the cold bloody marble floor, hovering over you in an instant. His lips connect with you neck, kissing down towards your collarbone where be began to leave small love bites. Your legs wrapped around his waist pulling him closer to you, his cock already hardening with every second that passed. 

“Michael,” you moan out as you grind up against him, you didn’t want to wait any longer. 

“Patience my dear,” he kissed down to your chest, peppering kisses all around your right breast before finally taking your nipple in his mouth. His warm tongue circled around it, occasionally he would lightly bite down shooting pleasure straight towards your core. Your desperate moans grew louder the longer he toyed with your nipples. His hand trailed down towards your stomach, finally coming in contact with your sensitive clit. 

You cried out in pleasure just from the soft touch, you couldn’t remember the last time someone had touched you in such a way.

“You’re already so wet for me,” he whispers as he brings his lips back up to yours, his fingers toying with you for a few moments before he slowly dipped a finger inside of you. 

You moan his name loudly, throwing your head back in pleasure. After a few moment, he added a second finger and slowly began to pump them in an out of you. You heard him chuckle over your loud moans, his fingers moved faster bringing you closer to you high. 

“Michael please, I’m so close,” you beg wanting so desperately to cum for him. His fingers slowed down and eventually he pulled them out completely. 

“In time, but we will together,” he lines himself at your entrance before slowly pushing himself in. You would have thought he would have roughly entered you but he took his time, his face twisting in pleasure. 

“Michael please, move,” you whimper practically clawing at his back, he slowly pulled himself out before slamming back into you. You didn’t hold back your cries as he relentlessly thrusted into you. You hadn’t felt this way for some time but he was finally reminding you what it felt like to feel loved and pleased. Your climax was coming much faster than you expected it to, the closer you got the blood around you began to boil, the ground seemingly shifting. You could hear faint hissing of snakes from all around you but you didn’t care. 

Michael continued to pound into you, his pace unforgiving and he showed no sign of stopping. You gently took one of his hands, he gave you a look of question before you slowly raised his hand to your neck. His eyes showed realization as he gently began to apply pressure to your neck cutting off some of your airflow. This only bringing you closer to your climax, 

“Look at you,” he says, “So beautiful below me, who makes you feel this good, princess?” He growls in your ear, 

“Y-You do,” you whine loudly, “You make me feel like this my prince,” you cry out, the pleasure was too much tears pricking at your eyes. 

“Please my prince, can I cum?” You beg breathlessly, the grip on your neck growing tighter cutting off your air completely, 

“Yes princess, cum for your prince,” he growls causing you to silently cry out staring deeply into his beautiful eyes. Your high seemed to tip him over the edge, you could tell he was getting close to his release,

“Cum for me, my prince, please,” you beg of him, he groans into your ear as he released inside of you. The both of you trying to catch your breath, he leans down kissing you roughly his tongue instantly meeting yours in rough yet passionate kiss. When he pulled away and his eyes opened, they were completely black as he whispered, 

“Hail satan,” 

You looked back up at him with tired eyes, your hand gently caressing his cheek, 

“Hail satan,” you whisper before you fell asleep beneath him. 

Ever since your night with him, you spent every second with him either sitting on his lap or attached to him at the hip. Most of the people noticed how close you had grown towards the man but they didn’t dare say anything to you. The night came when the Halloween party was to take place, you weren’t particularly fond of parties so you had already planned to spend your evening with Michael. You knew he would be looking through the files of everyone though you were sure he just wouldn’t pick anyone. 

“Will you be spending the night with me, my dear?” He questioned from his desk, you looked up from your sketchbook, 

“If that’s alright, my prince. I didn’t feel the party would be my type of event.” You say closing your book and standing up from his bed. You walked over to him, hugging him from behind leaving a gentle kiss on his temple. He was looking through the files as you stood with him, 

“I promise I’ll stay out of your way if you let me stay,” you pout with a small smile, he chuckled lowly as he glanced at you. 

“You, my dear, can distract me all you like” he says leaving a gentle kiss on your lips. You held you book in your hand as he pulled you to sit on his lap. “Why don’t you show me what you’re working on princess,” he says looking away from his papers, so you open your sketchbook in order to show him. He took it from your hands, looking through the pages of things you sketched seeing mainly memories of you and him. 

“Ever since the first dream I had about you, I couldn’t stop drawing you. I was determined to get every detail right, I had to draw everything I remembered.” You tell him honestly, 

“Well you’ve done wonderfully,” he states setting the book down on his desk before he gently helps you straddle him. 

“You have work to do,” you say with a giggle as you kiss his nose, 

“Yes, but my princess needs attention,” he says pulling you into a breath taking kiss, anytime he kissed you it was always so passionate and it made you feel alive. You stayed together for what felt likes hours, there was so much love come from him, and you guys honestly would have gone farther if there wasn’t a knock on the door. 

“Why don’t you go sit down on the bed?” You whined but got off his lap and went to sit on his bed. 

The door opened slowly to reveal, Venable and Mirium, both of them radiating a sinister energy. You knew something was wrong, 

“What is it? I’m just finalizing my decisions,” Michael said not glancing up from his papers. 

“This will only take a second,” Venable states, they two of them talking for a moment before Miruim pulls out a gun pointing it towards Michael. You froze in place, what in the world was happening? 

Michael only laughed, “I wouldn’t do that,” he states just before Mirium slowly points the gun towards Venable. Things seemed to move too quickly for you to comprehend, a shot rang through the air and Venable fell to the floor. You would say you were shocked but you honestly weren’t, she kinda deserved it due to all her rules she had made and disobeyed. You let Michael talk with Mead without disruption. 

He glanced at you once they were done talking, “Ms. Mead, would you mind giving us some time alone, please.” The robot nods before leaving the room. 

“It’s time my love,” you looked at him, you had a feeling something wasn’t going to go as he planed but you would stay by him till the very end. You moved to the end of the bed, kneeling in front of him, your hands running up his chest.

“Would you make love to me?” You question softly looking into his blue eyes. “Please,” you whisper. 

“There isn’t much time princess,” he says, you sat back onto the bed letting him hover over you, 

“Then let’s not waste any more time,” you say leaning up and kissing him, he hiked up your dress and undid his pants pulling them down just enough for him to take out his cock. Your mouth watering at the sight, as he pumped it in his hand a few time before lining up with your entrance. He entered you slowly, you sat up slowly wanting him to sit back, straddling his waist, 

“Let me do all the work, you’ve already worked so hard,” you whisper softly as you kiss his lips, slowly you begin to move. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving love bites in his wake. You didn’t care if anyone heard but your moans were loud, feeling his cock hitting the right spot inside of you. 

“So beautiful, you’re my princess, soon you’ll be my queen,” Michael groans, “You’re mine, mine alone,” his hand came down over your ass causing you to yelp, 

“Yes! I’m yours Michael, only yours,” you cry out, his hands gripping your waist helping you bounce on his dick. Michael couldn’t handle the pace anymore, he pushed you back onto the bed and began to pound into you relentlessly his hand instantly coming up to your neck. Your climax came without warning, your body shook with pleasure before you came all over his cock. He growls into you neck, before his hips stuttered and he came inside of you. He worked you through your highs, 

“I love you, my prince,” you say softly, 

“I love you too, princess,” he kissed your head gently before pulling out of you and standing up. You knew what had to come next,

“Are you still going to stand by me?” He questioned as he helped you stand, you nodded, 

“Yes, I will always stand by you,” he smiles, he pecks your cheek gently before you knew it you were both out the door, ready to face whoever was there…

#michael langdon #Micheal Langdon imagine #Micheal Langdon smut #american horror story #american horror story imagine #american horror story smut #american horror story apocalypse #imagine #ahs imagine #ahs apocalypse #ahs Apocalypse imagine #AHS #outpost michael #Michael Langdon x fem reader #xavier plympton #ahs fanfic #cody fern

[shipyard98]

Sex on Fire

Fandom: Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

Pairing: Dio Brando x Reader

Word Count: 1996

Rating: E for Explicit (Mild Gore and Sexual Content)

Summary: You are kept as a slave in Dio's mansion. All goes good and well, until he senses something... different about you. Notably, your scent has changed. To put it simply, it's distrating him, and he needs to fix it.

Author’s Note: This fic is about sex. And I don’t write sex all that often. You have been warned. 

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The doors creaked open, and you stepped forward with your eyes to the ground. Before you had a moment to turn around and close them yourself, the doors slammed shut.

You looked up and took in the scene.

It was a dark room, very dimly lit by a few candles scattered here and there. The smell of jasmines and old blood pierced the air in a bittersweet perfume. You could make out a large canopy bed in the middle of the room.

To the right, there was an open space barely occupied by a velvet chaise lounge and a side table.

A figure was leaning back in that lounge and quietly reading a book.

Though there were barely any facial features to be seen on him, you felt his hypnotic gaze shift away from his book and towards your figure. He observed your shape, your facial features, your… everything.

A shiver shot through your body, and you took a deep breath to speak to this figure.

“Lord Dio,” you announced, taking a bow. “You summoned me?”

Dio closed his book and placed it on the table.

“I did,” he husked in a voice just loud enough for you to hear.

Slowly, he got out of his lounge and sauntered towards you. The candle’s light fell upon his muscles, and locks of his hair swept back in a breeze. He never took his eyes off of you the entire time he made his approach. It was like he wanted to make sure you were hypnotized by him, encaptured by his beauty and his power.

The look in his eye and the curve of his smile were hungry.

Dio stopped the second he was mere inches away from you. In spite of your height, you had to tilt your head up in order to look him in the eye. He, on the other hand, merely stared down at you like you were a dessert, ready for him to feast upon.

Your hands went to your chest and you looked down at your feet in a gesture of respect.

“What are you requesting of me, my lord?”

A silence hung in the room. The longer he didn’t say a word, the more anxious you felt, and it very quickly showed.

Seeing your skin shine in a thin sheet of sweat brought forth a low chuckle from your master.

Dio grasped your chin and tilted your head back up so you were giving him direct eye contact.

“It has come to my attention that you’re in heat.”

Immediately, you felt a heat rise into your face.

You thought that it wouldn’t be that noticeable, but there was no denying that your thoughts were flooded by thoughts of your master fucking you hard into a mattress. You wanted him to claim you, feel him grinding against your empty walls in that way only Dio could.

But what were you but his captive and next meal?

Comer to think of it, why has he kept you alive for so long? Just to play with you for a little while longer?

“Master, h-how did you...?”

“Why, my dear, my senses are sharper than most mortal men. I can smell your moistness, even from here.”

He leaned in until his face was close to your ear and inhaled deeply. A quick glance down at him revealed to you that an erection had already started to form.

“Mmm… It’s so inviting… and I refuse to let it distract me any longer.”

Dio’s tongue made a careful stroke along your cheek.

You shivered at his touch and your face grew even hotter. In an instant, you turned your head away from him, forcing him to let go of your chin. You didn’t want him to see that look of need in your eyes.

He let out a low growl.

“You know you can’t hide it from me.”

You gasped the second you felt his hand stroke at your inner thigh.

“I can smell how wet you are,” he purred in your ear.  “Your pussy’s just aching for a taste of my cock, and it shows. Don’t you want it inside of you? Don’t you want to be satisfied?”

It didn’t take long for you to give in to his seduction.

“Y-Yes, my lord… Please…!”

A pleased grin swept across his face.

“There’s a good girl.”

Dio picked you up and carried you to the bed, with your legs straddling his hips. You clung to him and, feeling the need to relieve some tension in your core, you tried to grind yourself against him as he walked.

“Ah, ah,” he muttered. He grabbed your ass with both hands, and that brought you to a dead halt. “Wait patiently, my dear. You’ll have your chance to cum.”

As soon as he reached the bed, he pinned you against the mattress with one hand and went to undo his belt and pants with the other. It didn’t take long for his massive erection to come forward. The more you stared at it, the more tempted you were to just go ahead and undo your pants yourself.

But Lord Dio wouldn’t allow that. He wanted you to know that he was in charge over everything about this moment, so this meant he would be the one to undress you and do with you how he saw fit. With that being said, you expected him to undo your pants with his hands or some other means, but no. Every moment he had was a chance for him to show off, so he did just that. He brought his mouth down to the zipper of your pants and gripped the tab between his teeth. In one fell swoop, your pants came undone.

Then, in the blink of an eye, your pants and underwear were strewn across the floor behind him. It was almost as though time suddenly leapt forward…

Dio’s breath gently swept over your clitoris and, for a brief second, he considered burying his face between your thighs. In his mind, however, that would’ve shown weakness and submission to you.

That was not how this was going to go.

Rather than giving in, he moved his face upwards and nuzzled at your neck, forcing you to tilt your head to the side. A few rough kisses trailed along your neck before, at last, his kiss found the perfect spot. He sunk his teeth into your flesh and let the blood flow out of you like a gentle stream.

You winced quietly, and a few tears threatened to run down your cheek. Even so, you didn’t move as he lapped up your blood.

Dio found your blood to be of a higher quality than most, so it took him a while to finish drinking his fill. His voice whispered into your neck, something about how good your blood tasted and how its scent was so divine.

The minute your neck was clean of any of your own blood, he propped his arms to either side of you and allowed his hips to press against yours.

Feeling his cock against your clit was driving you wild under the surface. You were trying not to let it show how bad you wanted it, but your lips were trembling and your face was burning red-hot.

Dio knew damn well that you wanted him. And he was going to use it to his advantage.

“Tell me how bad you want it,” he smirked down at you.

“I…” you whimpered softly. “I want you to fill me up, Lord Dio. Please.”

“Ask, and you shall receive, only because you’ve satisfied me.” He leaned back down so his lips barely touched yours. You are mine, and as long as you do what I say, you will be my most treasured pet.”

The tip of his cock had sunk inside of you without any hesitation.

You suddenly let out a gasp and wrapped your arms around his neck.

He pulled his hips down harder so he could reach further inside of you. From there, he bucked his hips back and forth in a slow but rhythmic pace. The sounds of the snap of his hips against yours and the moans pouring from your lips filled the room in a matter of seconds.

With your mouth open, he saw the opportunity to nip at your lower lip.

Your lips almost smashed against his as you found yourself quickly craving more of him. Of course, he didn’t mind this gesture in the slightest. In fact, the more you wanted him, the more control he had over you.

His tongue took its time to explore the inside of your cheek and it even swirled with your own tongue at some point.

Every minute that passed, he picked up the tempo with his thrusting.

The faster he went, the hotter the fire in your core became. You could feel your breasts bounce in rhythm and his cock pulsing against your walls.

It was all too good, and you quickly found yourself moaning your master’s name.

“D-Dio! Dio, my lord!”

His breath was already heavy, but it hitched at the sound of your voice calling out his name. It made his dick swell and his rhythm melt away into a frenzy of thrusts; a sure sign that he was close to cumming.

Recognizing this, he pulled his lips away from yours without once slowing down the wild buck of his hips. He held his body above you, all while staring you directly in the face.

“Look at me,” he groaned out loud. “Look me in the eye as I cum inside of you!”

You obeyed his command and stared deep into his soul.

A wave of pleasure washed over the both of you all of a sudden, and you released together. You felt a strong heat fill you up on the inside.

Dio’s thrusting slowed until it was at a complete stop. Almost completely out of breath, he nearly collapsed on top of you. If this were anyone else, he would’ve allowed himself to cave, but for whatever reason, he decided against it. Before the strength in his arms left him, he rolled over onto the bed next to you.

Your head turned to look at him, but his eyes were glazed over and staring at the ceiling.

“My lord?” you mumbled.

Dio glanced at you. The look in his eyes had softened tremendously. One of his hands reached over and gingerly cupped your cheek. For a fleeting second, he looked as though he was about to kiss you.

That all changed when a voice called from the other side of the bedroom door.

“Lord Dio! The Joestar party has been spotted just outside of Cairo! They’re nearly here!”

All that energy that had departed from him in the climax very quickly returned as his body jerked upwards and shot a death glare at the door.

“You know what must be done,” he snarled. “Take care of them before they even think of reaching my front doorstep.”

“Yes, master!”

Departing footsteps followed the acknowledgement.

Dio’s palm went to his forehead and his fingers massaged at his temple.

“For fuck’s sake...” he grumbled.

You placed your hand on his thigh, which caused him to look down at you. The gentle look in his eye was gone, now, but he didn’t look displeased with you in the slightest.

“You may go back to your chamber now,” he said as he got up to put his clothes back on. “And you will be called back here again soon. Understood?”

A smile very briefly flashed along your face, but your hand went to cover your mouth. Now probably wasn’t the best time to show any levels of amusement.

“I understand, my lord.”

With that said, he looped his belt back around his waist and left you alone with your thoughts.

Rest assured; he wasn’t done with you yet.

He wouldn’t be done with you for a long time.

#Smut #mild fluff #jojo #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #jojo x reader #jjba x reader #dio #dio brando #dio brando x reader #implied stardust crusaders #jjba part 3 #jojo part three #stardust crusaders #i tried #dirty dockyard

[buckysforeverprincess]

Darkness Falls Within

Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers x Winter Soldier, Stucky

Words: 1608

Warnings: Depression, angst, loneliness

A/N: Hello friends! I was listening to music (shocker!) and heard this song and it immediately spoke to me and I came up with a angsty Stucky fic. It’s based on “Waking Up Beside You” by Stabbing Westward and you’ll find the lyrics are bold and italicized. Also there is a picture in the pic by @0-ves-0​. I tried to reach out for permission but they haven’t been active since 2017. I’m still giving credit to them anyway for all their creativity! I hope you all enjoy!

Huffing out a breath, Steve looks down at the mattress, an unfamiliar chill running down his spine. The sheets are still crumpled, a sign he hadn’t been alone in bed before he’d left, but the body that’d been there was gone. Left without a trace like a thief in the night, taking with it the last piece of sanity he was clinging to. Once again asking himself what the fuck he had done wrong. Why wasn’t he worth staying for?

 I've been alone for so long Forgotten by the world forgotten to myself Your effervescent eyes have awakened me And brushed the dust away But I knew you'd never stay

Steve left the apartment, the memories too fresh and he felt the walls were closing in on him. It’d been a month. He was pretty sure Bucky wasn’t coming back, no word from Sam or Clint, all leads on his whereabouts going cold. If the Winter Soldier didn’t want to be found, he wouldn’t, but Steve couldn’t let it go. He ached for his return.

 Their last night together played on repeat in his mind as he walked the lonely streets, the midnight hour’s close at hand. He recalls the moans he made as Bucky entered him, making love at a steady pace, Steve chanting Bucky’s name like a prayer. It was intoxicating, all consuming. Neither one of them could get enough of each other, Steve thinking he’d finally have his forever, Bucky by his side and in his bed. In that final night together, he never thought it would all be a memory, fading like so much of his past.

 So I memorized the color of your eyes As I lost myself inside you I memorized the way our legs entwined As I drifted off beside you

Bucky was everywhere Steve looked. A glance through a window saw familiar blue eyes staring back at him. Every male brunette carried his signature smile and cleft chin. Sometimes he thought he could smell him, his scent filling his lungs like a lifeline, giving him oxygen to breathe. There was no escaping his mind, he was falling into an abyss with no hope of rescue, Bucky the only cure for his insanity.

 I miss, God I miss

Waking up beside you

Two months had passed, all traces of Bucky gone. Steve lay in the bed, curled in a ball, his eyes red as the tears fell to the pillow. The bed smelled of must and stale sex, the sheets never changed after Bucky left.

 Steve really should’ve known, could’ve placed a bet on it, really. Bucky was a creature of habit. No amount of passion and love confessions would ever change him. How many times had Bucky left his side? Too many to count, so he really has no one to blame but himself. The Winter Soldier would never let Bucky be happy. He’d just continue to take and take, until there was nothing left of the man Steve was desperately in love with. He’d take until Bucky Barnes was no more.

 At night I cling to you I'm so afraid Afraid the day will come And I'll wake up and find you gone But you promise that you'd not abandon me And kissed my fears away But I woke up to that day

Maybe it was paranoia, the hairs on his neck always standing up, feeling eyes watching his every move. His stomach would sink when he walked through the streets of Brooklyn alone, looking around thinking he’d catch a glimpse of Bucky, but it wasn’t meant to be. No matter how much he tried to reason with himself, his brain wouldn’t shut off and let reality sink in. The love of his life was gone, only God knows when and if, he’d return.

 Hydra could reach out and grab him, hold him captive for all eternity and he’d just let it happen. It was better to feel something, even pain, than nothing at all. Steve was empty without Bucky, there was nothingness inside practically seeping from his pores. The only thing that could light the spark had fallen off the face of the earth leaving Steve dead and dying a little more each day.

 But I had memorized the way our eyes would meet Reflected in the bathroom mirror And I memorized your naked silhouette As you slowly brushed your hair

Standing at the bathroom sink, he looked in the mirror, not recognizing the man staring back at him.

 “You look like shit.”

 Steve nods at the reflection behind him in the mirror, the blue eyes piercing into his soul, seeing all his secrets.

 “You’re supposed to be taking better care of yourself.”

 Steve shrugs and looks down at the bowl, the running water creeping up, threaten to spill over.

 “Why Steve? Why can’t you just let me go? Move on with your life...be happy?”

 Steve closes his eyes, his subconscious fucking with his reality.

 “I was happy with you…,” he whispers.

 He feels familiar rough lips kiss his cheek, a single tear escaping his eye and falling down his face.

 “The soldier isn’t meant to be happy.”

 His eyes open and he turns around, alone in the room just like he’d been, water now flowing from the sink to the floor. Steve’s knees give out and he crumbles to the ground, sitting on the water-logged floor. He brings his knees to his chest and begins to rock back and forth, crying like he had so many times before, the pain becoming more and more unbearable as time goes on. Nothing he does dulls the pain and he’s resigned himself to knowing this is how he will spend the rest of his life, broken and alone. Captain America brought to ruin by one James Buchanan Barnes.

 I miss, God I miss

Waking up beside you

The Soldier stands in the room, staring down at the bed, watching the blond sleep. A pull in his body wants to reach out and touch the man, his fingers start to gravitate towards him, but he hesitates and pulls back. No! This is not him. Soldat can never have nice things and he knows deep inside this is something nice. Something he wants to covet and keep all to himself.

 The voice deep within him is begging him to stay, “this is our home, our bed...our Steve.” He shakes his head. Steve. My mission. My…

 I've been alone for so long I forgot how much it hurts

To wake up so alone 

Soldat creeps through the apartment, his flesh fingers touching some of the odds and ends the Captain has laid out. It feels familiar, like he belongs here in this place, but it’s not his home. It can’t be. The Soldier doesn’t have a home. He has a base and cold. Soldat only feels cold. So why, looking around this place, does he feel warm? And why is that voice screaming at him, telling him to let the bad go and climb into bed with the mission?

 A picture on a shelf draws his attention, the Soldat stopping in his tracks. 

(Credit to @0-ves-0​)

He stares at it, his steel blue eyes starting to soften. He knows one of them, his mission. His hair is darker than it is now and the clean-shaven man he has encountered has grown a beard, but he knows it’s the Captain. Why else would the picture be here in his apartment if it wasn’t him?

 What draws Soldat in is the face of the other man. The man staring back at him in the picture frame shares the same face as him, except with more emotion. The two men look happy. Soldat isn’t meant to be happy, so why is the voice in his head screaming at him? And why is he compelled to listen? Why does he feel like he belongs here? And why wasn’t he paying attention enough to hear the mission walk into the room and stop dead in his tracks?

 But I memorized how warm your body felt As you lay half asleep beside me And I memorized the way the sunlight filled the room And played upon your body

“Bucky?” Steve’s pinching himself, a silent prayer being said so he won’t wake from his dream.

 “Soldat.” He replies and draws his gun, pointing it in his direction.

 “Bucky, you know me...please…,” Steve begs and steps forward.

 “I…,”

 Steve smiles hoping for a change in Bucky’s demeanor. He watches as the Soldat lowers his gun and drops his shoulders. He moves closer to his love and can see the moment when the recognition and memories come flooding back.

 “Steve…,” Bucky drops to his knees.

 The Captain hurries over and scoops him up, wrapping his arms around him.

 “Bucky.”

 “Stevie...oh, God…”

 “Shhh… it’s okay...you’re home.” Steve rocks him back and forth, tears falling from his eyes as he holds the man.

 “I couldn’t...I tried…he wouldn’t let me go.” Bucky tries to explain.

 “It doesn’t matter now...I’ve got you and I’m never letting you go.”

 “Soldat isn’t meant to be happy…,” Bucky begins to explain, “...but I had to come here, had to try to get him to see...I don’t want to be him anymore, Stevie...I’m so empty without you.”

 “My world was dark without you.” Steve pulls them down to the floor, their bodies now laying side by side. “Just promise me you’ll never leave again. Please Bucky? Promise me you’ll fight through whatever life throws our way.

 “I promise.”

 The Soldat’s smile is concealed by the grip of Steve’s body around him.

 I miss, God I miss

Waking up beside you

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[jetsetlife138]

Lofty Cries With Trembling Thighs

This is my submission for @youngmoneymilla​ Eliza’s 5K Challenge (Which turned out to be 15K - Oops)

Song for Inspiration was Purity Ring by Lofticries

Summary: After Loki’s attack on New York, the mischievous god takes you hostage and you find yourself in a very compromising situation. No one said being Tony Stark’s sister was going to be easy. 

Paring: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Smut, Language, Stockholm Syndrome, Attempted Sexual Assault, Sex Under A Spell

Loki took an apprehensive glance around his familiar surroundings. Not so long ago he was held captive in the same type of cage made of impenetrable glass and iron. The god smirked to himself as the memory of his elder brother's helpless face entered his mind as he vindictively pushed the button that dropped the cage from the aircraft, which at the time held only his brother. He had left Thor to fall to his doom… or so Loki had hoped he would. 

S.H.I.E.L.D. promptly rectified their previous mistakes and created a new, similarly built holding cell so that this time there was no chance of escaping as he was once again be held here against his will in their flying headquarters. Loki admitted to himself that he was genuinely surprised that they would detain him here considering how he had so easily escaped the last time with the help of his cohorts.

Loki released an exasperated sigh of frustration. His plans had been so quickly ruined. Midgard domination was so close that he could taste it. Something that seemed so easily attainable was no longer in his grasp. Or was it? Oh no, this was a major setback, of course, but by no means did it mean that he would lie down like a dog and accept their retribution. He would not allow himself to be dragged back to Asgard, humiliated in front of the subjects that he once lived among as a prince, only to become their inferior. Little did S.H.I.E.L.D. know that the worst thing they could have done was left Loki alone to his thoughts, for he had already begun to plan his next attempt to rule at any cost.

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"Stark! For the last time, that is property of S.H.I.E.L.D. and you do not have clearance to touch that!" bellowed Fury, clearly losing his patience with the billionaire, playboy philanthropist also known as Iron Man.

"Relax, I'm giving your outdated equipment a much needed upgrade. Are you aware that your missile reactor has cross-wired with your sub particle beam?" Tony asked airily. He looked expectantly at Fury for a reply.

Fury narrowed his good eye at him before responding. "I'll have someone look into that, but for now I need you to meet for the debriefing of the attack on New York.” 

"Okay, fine," Stark replied sardonically. "But if this ship disintegrates when you apply the sub particle beam to the interlock core, I will not hesitate to trip you to be the first to escape."

Fury fought back an eye role. "Duly noted. Now, please sit down, Stark."

Stark saluted Fury mockingly before taking a seat among the other remaining Avengers. Exhaustion and exhilaration was thick in the air from their triumph of defeating an entire galactic army from taking over the world.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. is working on damage control around Manhattan. We will take care of all the publicity surrounding this as well. The Council disagrees with my decision to leave the fate of Loki to you, but clearly I don't give a damn," Fury stated bluntly. "We have enough to worry about without the god of mischief still around headquarters. Do any of you have any ideas on how you will handle this situation?"

Thor was the first to speak. "It is of no question. Loki will return home to Asgard to await judgment. It is clear that Earth is not capable of detaining a god. He will accompany me when I travel back."

No one bothered to argue. It was an unspoken relief that Loki would no longer remain on Earth where the possibility of escape was easier than it would be on Asgard.

"Does anyone disagree with that?" Fury looked around at everyone's tired faces knowing that no one would oppose. "Then it's settled, Loki will return with you."

"When will that be exactly?" asked Steve, still in his dirty and torn Captain America suit.

"As soon as possible,” Thor replied. “With the Tesseract it will be a quick ascension into Asgard."

Fury rubbed his eye frustratingly with his hand. "The Council is not going to like that you are taking the Tesseract, so let's just keep our mouths shut about it until you're gone, got it?" Thor nodded in response. "The Cube is being held in Level 4 under Selvig's surveillance. I will see what I can do to clear it for removal. Until then, the rest of you get cleaned up; you're a mess. Refer to Level 2 for medical treatment." 

Before Fury exited, a thought occurred to him. "Thor, you may want to take a team and get your brother some medical treatment as well. I'm not saying that watching him bleed to death would be tragic," Thor gave him a hardened look filled with warning, "but if you want him to return to your realm alive, he will need medical attention."

With that, everyone took their leave - Fury to Level 4, Thor to the detainment level, and the rest of the Avengers to Level 2.

"Clearly this is not going to work," you grumbled in frustration. "Dr. Banner, you cannot lose your temper with me. I know you don't like it, but if you want me to close that gash, you're going to need to stay calm and stop arguing with me. I kid you not, if you even start to turn green I will feel no guilt when I plunge this needle in your neck to knock you out!" Of course you were lying. you would feel guilty and you knew that if Dr. Banner started to transform they would all be in serious danger to the point where a simple needle of anesthesia would do nothing.

"I'm not arguing with you. I'm just trying to tell you that it will heal on its own. Stitches are not necessary and they won't last." Dr. Banner had to be the most patient man you had ever met, unlike you who had run out of patience hours ago after treating what seemed like endless patients from the attack on New York. 

"Fine, Bruce. Then get out of my chair and let me do my job for people who really need it." Your tone was playful, but you were truly exasperated. Bruce was familiar with your way of bossing people around when you felt overwhelmed, so he didn’t take it to heart. 

He chuckled as he lifted himself from the chair and his spot was quickly replaced by your brother, Tony Stark. "How are you holding up?" he asked, concerned, knowing you were working diligently so that you could quickly get to everyone you needed to.

Dismissing his concern, you replied, "My dear brother, your humanity is showing. Quick, cover it up before anyone sees!"

"I'm serious," he insisted, though the corners of his mouth lifted slightly into a grin. "I know you've been working around the clock and I don't like-"

"So have you, Tony,” you interrupted. “I'm not the one who risked my life out in the streets of Manhattan to protect the world from impending doom. Though, if we're being honest, I think you're getting old. You were really slacking out there. It took you longer than an hour to solve the problem. That’s not like you," you teased. You two were too much alike. It was a treat for others to see someone give Tony a taste of his own medicine. 

"Just shut up and stitch me up, you irritating-OW!" he cried as you stuck him with a numbing needle.

You smiled menacingly with a facetious tone. "Oops, sorry, Tony!" 

He mumbled insults under his breath until you had finished. Once you and your medical team had completed your work on Tony, Natasha, and Clint, you sat down and never wanted to get up again. It had been non-stop patients for the past couple of days. "Is there anyone else that needs to be seen before I pass out?" you called out, hoping that you finally had time to rest.

"Just one if you do not mind." Thor spoke from the doorway. "It seems that my brother needs medical assistance."

He entered the room with a team of S.H.I.E.L.D. soldiers surrounding the wounded god. You had seen him on the news and information screens throughout headquarters, but had yet to stand in his presence. He was clearly exhausted and refused to meet your gaze, instead searching around the room with his piercing green eyes. His hair hung in a mess loosely around his face and his clothes were torn and bloodstained.

Distracted by your distaste for the Norse god, you hadn't realized that you had not given Thor an answer. "Miss Stark?" Thor urged to gain your attention. Instead, the attention he had received was from his brother as he snapped his head up with interest. 

" Miss Stark?" Loki questioned with an acidic tone. His eyes then met yours with a challenging stare, freezing you in place. He smiled wickedly, an idea quickly forming in his head before speaking, "What a privilege it is to meet you, Miss Stark."

Refraining from responding with sarcasm, you had instead nodded at Thor, and motioned for Loki to sit so that you could exam him. His gaze seemed to penetrate your soul as he studied you. In his opinion, you had somewhat of a dull appearance. Your facial structure resembled that of your brothers, though you appeared to be much younger. You had hair that was lifted into a binding contraption to be kept up out of your face in an unkempt manner. Your eyes were slightly red from exhaustion and you leered at him with loathing, a look that he was quite used to. 

He was also attuned to the fact that there was also a slight hint of curiosity in your eyes as your gaze held his. It seemed as though you were searching for something in his harsh features. Not that you would find anything. Loki was quite talented at keeping his emotions and facial expressions limited. He was the god of mischief after all. What fun would it be if he so easily displayed his true feelings?

You felt uneasy as the god sat for his examination. He didn’t frighten you per se, but you could not deny that he intrigued you. There were so many questions that you wanted to ask, and yet you could hardly stand to look at him, let alone listen to him speak. He was the reason your home was destroyed. He was the cause of the hundreds of deaths in the past several days. You had never met him before now, but already you detested him. Regardless, your opinion of him did not stop you from doing your job, as much as you secretly wanted to refuse his need for medical attention.

Thor stood awkwardly in the doorway watching his brother intently. "I am needed on Level 4. If you are alright, I will take my leave until he is able to return to the detainment facility." You simply nodded your head in agreement, focused on the task at hand.

Loki watched with interest as you scribbled notes onto a clipboard and then proceeded to snap white rubber gloves onto your hands. He could not deny that though he found the human race to be repulsive and unworthy of existence, their ways of living were fascinating to observe. It was like watching ants in a colony. Everyone played their part as they were trained, but their lives were unnecessary and could easily be eradicated with a little force.

His cruel thoughts abruptly ceased when you approached him and without warning placed both of your hands on the side of his face, inspecting his wounds. He instinctively flinched away from your touch, for he was not used to such close interaction with humans. For a brief moment your eyes met, causing a stir within you, and you looked away quickly, which elicited a smirk from the god.

You walked around the room gathering items that you needed to clean and close the wounds. It was difficult with all of the security in the way and you were beginning to feel claustrophobic. "Okay!" you finally snapped. "I need you guys to get out! Please, I cannot work this way! For the love of god, just wait outside!"

One of the soldiers immediately protested, "Ma'am, we do not have clearance to leave the fugitive alone. He needs to be under 24 hour surveillance."

Huffing in response, you replied, "He’s not going to be alone. I will be here. He is restrained and I'm not saying you have to go all the way to the other side of the ship - just outside of the room. You can keep an eye on him right from the door. I am not joking when I say that one of you is going to get stabbed or sliced with one of these tools if you don't clear out!" It wasn’t normal for you to lose your temper so easily, but you were overworked and hadn't slept in the past two days. The cramped quarters were getting to you, and it didn’t help that the source of all of the slaughter was sitting right next to you. 

They exchanged glances with one another, finally agreeing to step outside so long as they could see Loki clearly from the glass, which wasn’t an issue with the large windows lining the walls of the room. You could finally breathe once they filed out, giving you the space you needed to work. 

Loki remained seated, silently observing his human healer. His eyes widened in surprise as you approached him with a steaming wet cloth and brushed it over his face without any explanation to your actions. "What do you think you’re doing?" he snapped, bemused and irritated.

"I can't tend to your wounds with your face being this dirty. It needs to be cleaned," you replied as you once again swept the cloth over his face.

He noted that you were not being rough with him as others had been. You had a stern, almost angry expression on your face, but you washed his face carefully. "You have a gentle touch, Miss Stark," he remarked placidly.

Confidently, you replied, "You won't be saying that when I'm sticking needles into you." Loki laughed aloud, taken aback and amused by your comment.

After a few more moments of cleansing him, Loki decided to do what he does best, and attempt to get a rise out of you. "So," he began suggestively. "Tell me, Miss Stark-"

"Y/N. Just call me Y/N," you interrupted, pulling the stitching material out of a drawer.

"Very well then," he continued with another wicked smile. "Tell me, Y/N , what is it like living in the shadow of your brother, the genius?" 

Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you replied sarcastically, "It's rather cold, actually. I never get to see any sun."

The god chuckled at your quick-witted response. He was beginning to find you to be quite amusing. "I would imagine so. He certainly has everything one should desire to obtain in this life. Wealth, admiration from your kind, power, love…" he trailed off, raising his eyebrows at you, pushing for a response.

Unfazed, you didn’t bother to meet his expectant gaze. Instead, you were focused on the cut on the bridge of his nose as you applied the numbing cream to prepare for stitching. "Yes, my brother is quite the lucky man," you replied flippantly, brushing him off. 

You had a close relationship with your brother, but there was no jealousy between the two of you. The things that were important to Tony weren’t important to you. You didn’t really desire wealth, or admiration, or power, or even love for that matter. You found solace in doing your job and living freely without any restrictions. 

Foolishly, you thought it would be a good idea to antagonize him further. "You're one to talk, Loki. You should know better than anyone what it's like to live under a shadow," you commented smugly. You knew all about his vendetta against his brother from what the others had told you. "Thor is much bigger than my brother, so I would imagine it’s got to be a much bigger shadow than the one that I’ve supposedly been under."

"Mind your tongue, girl," he snapped. The rage building in his eyes was apparent and frightening as you stared into them. "You know nothing."

"I know enough to understand what kind of man… correction, monster you are, Loki. Don't presume to think you know anything about my life. I have no interest in casual conversation with you. I'm here to do my job, so please, don't make this any more difficult than you already have."

Loki would not stand for being talked down to and he was not about to let her speak to him with such arrogance. "Do not treat me like a child.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from giggling at his wording. "What about this conversation do you find to be humorous?" he asked, annoyed at your nerve.

Still laughing, you answered, "All of it." You noted his puzzled expression as you began stitching his nose, admittedly impressed at his pain tolerance. He did not even flinch as you stitched. Though you should have known, seeing as it would take something equivalent to the Hulk to make him feel pain. "It's just amusing how much power you think you have over people while you're sitting here, restrained and waiting to go back to Asgard with your tail between your legs. You have no power over anyone anymore, so excuse me while I find amusement in your berating."

Loki was stunned; completely speechless, not from surprise, but from complete rage. How dare you. His fists were clenched so tightly he had lost feeling in them. His lip quivered involuntarily as he fought back harsh, cruel words in order to maintain his facade. Oh, you would pay for your insolence, but it would be slow, deliberate, and so painful that you would be down on your knees begging for death, and only after you had pleaded enough and suffered to his liking, would he grant you your wish in the most excruciating way possible.

His lack of a comeback both astounded and unnerved you, though you would never admit it. You couldn't help but briefly wonder what thoughts were cascading through his mind. You had immediately regretted your taunt as soon as you had said it. The worst thing you can do with a psychopath is put yourself on their radar, and you may have just accomplished that.

You had just snipped off the remaining stitching material, finishing your work. "Your words are your best defense, aren't they?" you asked, truly curious about his answer.

"No. Though a worthy and entertaining defense, it is not my best."

"Do I dare ask what your best defense is?" you asked as you began putting away your tools.

" This is my best defense," he whispered directly into your ear, making you jump. It happened in a matter of seconds. You turned your attention towards Loki who had somehow escaped his restraints and stood directly in front of you. You leapt backwards in surprise, not noticing the other Loki behind you, still sitting on the examination chair. While the other Loki distracted you, the real Loki had somehow frozen his chains that were binding him, making it easy for him to break through them with his godly strength. 

The moment the double Loki appeared, security had rushed into the room, but Loki was too quick for them. As they had their eyes set on the double next to you, the actual Loki had approached you from behind placing one forceful arm around your neck and the other around your arms, locking you in an iron grasp.

"Surrender now or we will shoot!" one of the soldiers yelled while the others took aim at both gods. Too stunned to fight, you found yourself gasping for air due to his too tight grip around your neck.

"Now," Loki whispered threateningly into your ear. "Humor me, Y/N. Remind me of how powerless I really am."

You had no response as panic started to take hold of you. Loki’s cold, green eyes darted from the soldiers pointing their guns directly at him to the woman he was tightly gripping in his arms. A cunning smile was plastered across his face at the feeling of being in control once again. His double had dissolved into the air, so there was no longer any confusion as to which of the two Loki's was the real one.

"I said, stand down or we will not hesitate to shoot!" the soldier called out once more.

"Give it your best attempt, I urge you," Loki replied calmly. He knew that they would not attack while he held the sister of Tony Stark.

Loki leaned in to whisper in your ear once more, making you shiver. "You see, power is not difficult to acquire. You simply need to know when and where to make your move." Anxious to make you suffer, he grabbed your arms even tighter knowing how easily humans bruised. "I ask you, do you now find me threatening?"

"Take your hands off of me," you hissed in retaliation, fighting the urge to cry out from the ache in your arms. To your dismay, you felt the unsteadiness in your voice betraying your effort to sound brave.

He laughed darkly at your feeble demand. "I would love for you to make me."

"Loki, do we really have to do this again?" asked a familiar voice from the doorway. Loki's attention snapped from you to the man layered in shades of red, white and blue.

"Your ability to sense trouble never ceases to amaze me, Captain Rogers. Do tell me how you easily seem to make an appearance when trouble arises."

"Threats are everywhere, all the time. You just have to know where to look," Steve remarked casually.

A slight jab on the top of his foot distracted Loki for a brief moment. He smiled when he realized what it was. "Did you honestly presume that stomping on my boot would cause me enough pain to release you?" he asked you, highly amused.

Your lack of response confirmed his suspicions. He chuckled before addressing you, "You're going to have to try a lot harder than that. I am a god , you ignorant dullard. I am practically invincible to you pathetic mortals, and you think you can escape my grasp with a weak attack of your heel? Pitiful," he finished with a sneer.

You knew that  it was a useless attempt, but you were far from ignorant. What Loki did not consider was that you had no intention of hurting him - but to instead distract him, which you had successfully accomplished.

As Loki scoffed at your endeavor, Steve motioned for one of the other soldiers to leave for backup, hoping it would go unnoticed by the god so that he would be caught off guard.

Once Loki's attention was turned back to the soldiers, Steve urged him once more to surrender, which went quickly dismissed by the god. "Haven't you learned anything by now?" Loki asked angrily. "I will surrender to no one. I am not one who easily falters. I refuse to lie down and be driven into the ground by such a low race of beings. You will be under my rule and I will be king of this world. You do not have the means to contain me forever. There is not a single doubt that dwells in my mind that you shall all fall to my glory, beginning with this wretched excuse for a life in my grasp," he spat as his gaze fell on you.

"You can go to hell," you retaliated against him, though still in immense pain from his grip.

He pressed his face against you so that you could feel his smile against your cheek as he whispered, "What you fail to realize, Y/N, is that I have already been there. You know nothing of hell, but I promise you this…," he murmured as he leaned in impossibly closer to you. "You will."

You hadn’t considered Loki's presence to be truly terrifying until that moment. With those words your blood seemed to turn cold as your breath became shallow and hitched as you remained stiff against his body. He was pleased as he took notice of your fear and laughed silently to himself.

Glancing towards the soldiers, you had wondered if they had heard Loki's cruel words, but by the confused and intrigued face of Captain Rogers, they had not. 

Pleased with the desperate expression on their faces, Loki slowly removed his hand and brought you closer to him. Groaning in refusal, you tried to lean away, but you were no match for his strength. He wanted to get a rise out of Captain Rogers and in doing so, he slowly bent down to gently place his lips on your neck, kissing it softly, eyes never leaving the Captain’s enraged face. 

Upon feeling the god's lips on your neck, you ripped away, revolted. He pulled you back abruptly, laughing wickedly. "Your courage is short-lived, mortal. Tell me, do you fear death?"

Ignoring him completely, you were too focused on Captain Roger’s bemused expression, which wasn’t what you were expecting. It was as if he was not even looking at you or Loki, but past you both through the window. As much as you wanted to, you didn’t dare glance behind you in fear that you would give away whatever it was that caught his attention.

Unfortunately, Loki had a keen sense and was very aware of his surroundings, immediately taking notice that he no longer held the attention of the group of soldiers. Intrigued, he took a moment to turn around to observe what the others had been so captivated by.

He did not even get the chance to fully face the direction of the distraction. A sudden large blow to his head caused him to release you from his grip. A blunt object had shattered through the glass behind him, pushing him with such force that he fell through the hard walls of the room. Irritated, he pulled himself out of the debris and brushed off his clothing as he faced his assailant.

Iron Man stood before him, guns blazing with Captain America by his side, his own shield raised in defense. Loki tightened his lips together in displeasure as his eyes wandered past them to observe you, quickly being pulled to safety and guarded by the other soldiers. 

"I was beginning to think you would fail to make an appearance, Stark," Loki huffed.

"I wouldn't miss an opportunity to battle with the Rock of Ages," Stark sneered, trying to cover his anger with humor.

"By all means," Loki smiled, attempting to provoke him into action, "Enlighten me with your combat expertise."

"I plan to," Stark stated simply, signalling for the other soldiers to remove you from the room.

Loki watched intently as his eyes followed the soldier escorting you out into the hallway. He was nowhere near finished with you yet and would surely see you again soon. It was his new mission. 

The moment the two of you had left the room, Loki was blasted back into the wall by an explosive to his chest. He growled with vexation as he once again crawled from the debris. With a sly smirk, he quickly multiplied himself into at least twenty different Loki's scattered all over the room, laughing menacingly. Steve seemed to be fighting empty air as he punched through them, searching for the real Loki.

Stark turned on his heat sensor to scan the room to find the real Loki. Before it was complete he was assaulted from the back of his head, causing his suit to spark from the impact. He quickly turned for a counter attack, but never got the chance. Following his attack on Stark, Loki was cursing and squirming for he had been apprehended and was being held tight within Thor's arms.

"Release me, you ignorant brute!" Loki bellowed, seething in his grasp.

It hardly seemed to be a struggle for Thor to keep Loki locked within his iron grip. "Be reasonable, brother. This is for your own good as well as everyone on this ship."

"You do not actually believe that, do you?" Loki argued against Thor, still trying to separate himself from him. "We are gods ! I should not be treated so lowly! These humans think that they can contain me with their contraptions? They will soon learn otherwise!"

"Take him back to the holding cell," Steve demanded. "We'll maintain the twenty-four hour surveillance to watch over him in case he tries anything else.

Thor held Loki in position while one of the soldiers bound his wrists in chains. Loki sighed in irritation as he refrained from struggling any longer.

He allowed Thor and a team of soldiers to escort him back to the cell he had come to know so well. On the walk back to his prison, his eyes wandered to a room where you were being inspected by the rest of the medical team to ensure you weren’t compromised. When your eyes met Loki's he gave you a wide, wicked smile before he winked, providing an unspoken promise as he passed the room and continued to his holding cell.

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Hours later, much to his annoyance, Loki’s cell was surrounded by the Avengers. He eyed his visitors, pleased at their frustrated, brooding gazes. "What have I done that deserves such an audience?" he asked with false innocence.

Fury stepped forward with a stern gaze. His posture was noticeably stiff as he spoke. "Your attempt to kidnap a civilian was a futile attempt to escape. I cannot begin to wonder what goes on in that head of yours, but did you really think that your plan would work?"

Loki tilted his head back and barked a low, vigorous laugh. "That was not an attempt to kidnap one of your kind. My gesture was a simple greeting and a promise."

"What exactly is that supposed to mean?" asked Fury, suspicion evident in his voice. Loki's lips peeled back from his teeth to reveal a sinful smile for a response.

Tony, still in his Iron Man suit, less the helmet, walked toward the glass that was imprisoning Loki. "And now I have a promise for you; If you even so much as think about laying your hands on my family again, I'll kill you. That’s a promise that I intend to keep." His face was livid, his upper lip curling in loathing at the god.

Steve and Natasha gave Stark a look of warning in response to his provocation, which he either didn’t notice, or blatantly ignored due to being too focused on Loki.

"Such a temper, Mr. Stark." He paused for effect and also to relish in Tony's look of frustration. "I have plans for the rest of you, but for her… she will suffer in ways that you cannot even imagine; not even in your worst nightmares."

Tony punched the glass with the suit, causing the entire cage to shake, compromising its hold. Steve and Clint grabbed Tony to drag him from the room as he shouted profanities, which were drowned out by Loki's maniacal laughter.

Once Tony was out of earshot, Fury turned towards Loki tiredly. "I do not have the patience to sift through your head of craziness to find out what you’re really up to right now, but we have a lot of time. Get comfortable, because you're going to be in here for a long time." He slowly walked out of the room, followed by Natasha and Bruce, leaving Thor alone with his brother.

"Have you no remorse, brother?" Thor asked heatedly with an underlying sadness.

Loki sneered with annoyance. "I have little remorse for those who are so far beneath me."

"You think yourself above them?"

"Well, yes," he replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "I assumed that much was clear."

Thor took a moment to contemplate before asking, "Do you think yourself above me ?"

"I do," Loki simply stated. "You are arrogant, you are reckless, and you do not have what it takes to be a King."

"Tell me, Loki. What are the qualities a true King should possess?" Thor questioned, his anger becoming more apparent. "Is it greed? Selfishness? Pride? If those are indeed the requirements for a King than you truly are well on your way."

"Do not criticize me," Loki warned. "It takes power, insight, strength, knowing your place, and understanding the role of those beneath you."

"You are so blinded by your own jealousy that you cannot see the truth!" Thor shouted, masking his heartache with rage. "Loki, this is madness!"

"Is it madness?" Loki snarled, his lip quivering with rage. "You can keep me locked in this mortal-made contraption as long as you see fit, but you know as well as I do that it will not keep me. The Tesseract may have the power to return us to Asgard, but for how long? I will rule this realm and there is nothing that you, nor any other being can do to stop it. It has been written in the stars, and I will do what I must to ensure my rightful place on the throne." His voice had become a growl and his body shook with fury as he slowly approached the glass in front of Thor.

"You wish to know if I have remorse? You will soon discover how little remorse I have, brother," he spat at the last word. "Now, remove yourself from my presence," he demanded as he turned away from Thor, indicating that the conversation was finished.

Thor sighed, his heart filled with grief. "I shall not give up hope for you. I believe that one day you will come to your senses and willingly reclaim your place amongst us in Asgard - your home."

"Leave me!" Loki demanded, still turned from his brother.

He waited a moment before he heard Thor's heavy footsteps leaving the room, shutting the large door behind him without another word.

It was not long before he heard the door open once more, softer footsteps approaching his cage. "I will not say it again!" he shouted angrily. "I am in no mood for your lecture!"

"I didn't come here to lecture you," replied a smooth, calm voice.

Loki whipped around, surprised to see you standing alone before him. He eyed you carefully before speaking. "What has possessed you to speak with me if not to lecture me?"

"I'm a curious person. I have questions," you answered simply.

"And you presumed that I would hand them over to you without any fuss?" he asked in return.

A slight smile graced the corners of your mouth. "No, which is why I thought I would use my charm and wit to obtain them."

"You're as arrogant as your brother," Loki scoffed, meaning to sound harsh but instead came across as amused.

"And you're selfish, unlike your brother," you pointed out flippantly.

Loki fought the urge to roll his eyes. Instead he held your gaze patiently, waiting for you to avert your gaze in discomfort at the intense eye contact. When you didn't, he stepped closer to you, curiosity overcoming his psychological tactics. Breaking his focus, his eyes fell to the bandage wrapped around your wrist that he had apparently injured when he held you. You took notice and lifted it up to give him a better view. "You didn't break it," you began. "It’s just a sprain."

"I know," he plainly stated.

"You know?"

He nodded.

"What was the point? It hurt like hell, but you’re back to where you started, so I really don’t see how hurting me did you any favors," you stipulated. 

Growing bored of the discussion, he quickly changed the subject. "You spoke of questions you sought answers to. Do not waste my time any further. Ask them," he demanded.

You were slightly taken aback by his somewhat compliant demeanor, but didn’t dwell on it too long. "Why didn't you kill me? You could have done so easily. Why didn't you?"

Loki huffed, already irritated with you. "Was it not obvious? I needed you as leverage to escape."

Still watching him carefully, you took a moment before replying. "Liar."

"Take care how you speak, girl," he warned.

Stepping closer towards the glass imprisoning him, you continued, "If you were so intent on escaping you could have done so much more easily than hiding behind me like a coward."

"I am no coward!" he bellowed, coming forward, rage evident in his piercing green eyes. "I am a god, and I fear nothing ! Especially fragile, pathetic mortals."

Swallowing thickly, you felt uneasy, but stood your ground. "Why is power so important to you?"

He growled and began pacing around his cell trying desperately to maintain his sanity. "You need to leave," he snapped.

"You haven't answered any of my questions," you protested, not at all happy with how abruptly the conversation came to an end.

To your surprise, he then threw himself against the glass, fuming. "You damn fool! I did not kill you because that would be too easy and too quick! Your lack of respect for me is insufferable and you shall pay for your insolence!"

The grin you had on your face fell the more he spoke, true terror arising within you. "It will be my dearest pleasure - my sincerest delight to make you suffer. I crave to see the look in your eyes as I am ripping the skin from your bones, you intolerable quim. That is why I did not kill you!"

He relished in your frightened expression as you stepped back from the glass, the shock of the situation evident in your movements. "As for power, I do not seek it, I deserve it," he hissed. "I was born to be a King, and with that comes power. I am burdened with glorious purpose, something that you will never understand." When he was finished, he was breathless, panting due to his emotional outburst.

Still taken aback by his violent and threatening words, you prodded your cheek with your tongue in thought. Just like your brother, you were nothing if not persistent, and though you feared for your life, you were not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. "Well," you spoke airily before turning around to walk out of the room, "I'm sure that in the end you'll get everything you deserve, Loki."

He knew the true meaning behind your words as you exited, but said nothing. He quickly grew tired of this game and needed to put his plan into action. It was time for him to break free of this absurd cage and begin his new life as King of Midgard.

Once finally back in your suite, you didn't waste any time in heading for your shower, turning on the hot water, undressing and stepping in. You exhaled a sigh of relief as the steaming water engulfed you, finally able to wash away all of the grime, blood, and dirt that had gathered on you over the past couple of days.

As you cleansed yourself, you heard someone calling your name distantly. Irritated by the interruption, you stuck your head outside of the shower to answer. "I'm in here! What do you need?" you called out.

No response.

Shrugging your shoulders, you continued with your shower. Not even a minute later, you heard your name again. The voice was low and soft, sounding close by. Once again you shouted out, "Yes? I'm in the bathroom. Who's there?"

Once again, there was no response.

Huffing impatiently, you quickly rinsed so you could find out what was going on. You stepped out of the shower carefully into the steamy room, wrapping a towel around yourself. Walking past the mirror, you noticed something odd in the foggy reflection. Pausing for a moment, you wiped away the steamy layer covering it. Staring at your reflection, you froze in shock. Red liquid was falling from your eyes in small droplets, leaving trails of scarlet down your face. Hesitantly, you touched your fingertips to your cheek and pulled them away to view the liquid substance that you now understood was blood. There was no denying it; you worked around it every day.

Beginning to panic, your breath quickened as your heartbeat thrummed faster while you looked from the blood on your fingers to the streaks on your face, all the while more blood was falling from your eyes.

Hyperventilating, you turned to grab some tissues to dab them on your face to wipe away the blood, but when you inspected the tissue, there was no blood.

Glancing back to the mirror, your sanity came into question as you realized that you were no longer crying blood. Stunned, you blinked your eyes several times to make sure that everything was alright. Clearly you had become deranged from lack of sleep and mental exhaustion. 

During your panic, you heard a familiar chilling laugh echoing softly throughout the bathroom. Whipping around to investigate, you tried to determine where it was coming from, but saw no one. That's when it occurred to you what had just happened.

Outraged, you hastily clothed yourself with a tank top and shorts before stomping your way out of your room and across the ship to the containment facility holding the mischievous god.

Bursting through the doors and fuming with annoyance, you addressed him bitterly. "What the hell kind of game do you think you're playing?" you questioned furiously.

He smiled crookedly before replying in a mocking tone, "Do I look to be in a gaming mood?"

"How dare you!" you roared, your loud voice bouncing off of the walls in the large room. "How the hell did you even do that? Your powers are supposed to be contained in there! And what was the point? What, you think by messing with me I’m going to race in here and just let you out? You’re not as crafty as you think, Loki! You’re not Shawshaking your way out of there."

"I am unfamiliar with your references," he replied, eyes boring into yours. "But you should not have made the mistake of underestimating me."

"What is it that you want from me?" you asked, your rage quickly diminishing into exasperation. "Why do you find the need to keep torturing everyone around you?"

"Your torture has only begun," he promised as he seethed from behind the glass.

"Stay the hell away from me, Loki."

"I plan to do the exact opposite, Miss Stark," he replied with an acidic tone.

Preparing a snappy retort, you opened your mouth to respond, but before the words even left your mouth the room went dark. It was pitch black around you, and you couldn't even see an inch in front of your face. A loud bang rang through the room and the floor beneath you started to shake. You quickly turned to try and run to find your way back to the door, but you were violently grabbed from behind. Before you could try to scream your mouth was aggressively covered by a rough, cold hand. The chilling sound of Loki's low voice started to whisper words into your ear that you couldn’t even begin to decipher. It took a moment for you to realize that he was speaking in another language. Moments later, your mind went hazy and your consciousness started to slip away as you unwillingly drifted off into a deep sleep.

The involuntary shivering of your body is what woke you. Scrunching your forehead and eyes fluttering open, you fought to regain clarity as your mind recollected what had happened before you passed out. Forcing yourself to sit up, you groaned aloud in protest of the soreness of your body. When your vision cleared, you outwardly gasped at your surroundings. 

You were lying on a king-sized bed with a canopy overhead, so comfortable that you almost didn’t want to get up. Looking around, you noticed that you were surrounded by regal decour in a large room. There was a fireplace on the wall opposite you with fancy, velvety couches in the middle of the room, facing each other with a small table in between. Vintage damask green and gold designs lining the walls with a golden trim along the dark, plush carpet. What held your attention most of all was the fact that there were no windows or doors of any kind - only solid walls. 

A shiver ran through you again, causing you to instinctively wrap your arms around your shuddering form to try to retain some warmth. Where were you and how the hell could you have gotten here?

"Hello?" you croaked out due to your dry throat.

No answer.

Clearing your throat to evoke some volume, you screamed at the top of your desperate for someone to acknowledge your presence.

"There's no need to raise your voice to such a level," responded an intense, velvety voice.

Turning to your left in the corner of the room, you saw the mischievous god, sitting casually in a chair, legs crossed, watching you intently. "Loki!" you snapped, your chest tightening at your situation. "Where the hell did you take me?"

“I believe that I had promised to make you suffer, my dear. To break such a promise would undoubtedly prove to be imprudent, would it not?"

Still shaking, you forced yourself out of the bed and onto your feet, daringly stepping closer to your captor. "Tell me where we are, Loki," you demanded. 

The corner of his mouth lifted slightly into an arrogant smirk, which irritated you. "Our current location is irrelevant, for you will be begging for death soon enough."

The malice in his voice was evident, which only encouraged you to be more aggressive. "You're even more insane than I thought."

He stood up then, his movement graceful and unnaturally fluid. Walking towards you in gentle strides, he seemed to glide towards you, his black and green robes flowing as he moved. When he reached you, you stood your ground, too upset to think clearly. His hand snapped forward, roughly wrenching your face closer to his, earning an involuntary groan of protest. You could already feel the bruises forming on your cheeks due to his fingers gripping you so tightly.

"Take care how you speak," he threatened dangerously as he relished at your exclamation of pain. "Allow me to make this perfectly clear; you are going to expire here, Miss Stark. I have brought you here to ensure your much-deserved anguish. Your outbursts and insults have been uncouth and not at all appropriate for your future King. I shall use you to set an example for all those who believe that there is hope. I intend to not only break your spirit, Y/N, but your earthly body as well. When I am finished with you, I will return your corpse to your dear brother so that he may see my good work. Do you understand me, mortal?"

The malevolence in his eyes as he spoke shook you to your core. His words were venomous and cut through you like daggers, and the weight of them prevented you from thinking of anything to say in response…

So you spat in his face.

He pushed you away with so much force that you fell backwards onto the floor, taking the opportunity to crawl back as far as you could to distance yourself while Loki made noises of disgust. You didn’t get very far since the large bed was right behind you. 

"You foolish wretch! Where do you find the audacity?" he bellowed, wiping away your saliva from his face. "You're more trouble than you're worth," he complained as he picked you up, tossing you over his shoulder as if you were a rag doll. 

You landed with a thud as he threw you onto one of the sofas in front of the fireplace. With a wave of his hand, you found your wrists and legs bound together in rope while a cloth forced its way around your head in front of your mouth, preventing you from speaking clearly.

You stared daggers at Loki, not missing the way he grinned as he inspected your, admiring his handiwork. Your protests and explicatives were muffled due to the cloth, and sadly uninterpretable. 

Loki chuckled as he stood over you, extending his arm to brush back the hair that had fallen forward when he carried you. "I very much prefer you this way," he commented on your inability to speak.

The glare you gave him could have destroyed even the hulk if it had any power behind it. However, he wasn’t fazed in the slightest. "I am truly curious as to what you're attempting to say, dear Y/N. Please, enlighten me," he cooed deceptively, snapping his fingers.

Relief quickly turned to embarrassment as you released a quiet sob once the gag was removed. Loki's lips peeled back into a satisfied grin, making you want to slap it right off of him.

He moved closer to you, his posture stiff with his hands held behind his back in an elegant stance. "For one who seems unable to control her tongue, you seem to be at a loss for words," he teased slyly.

Instead of bellowing slurs like you had originally wanted, you simply laughed, causing Loki's forehead to crease with curiosity. "You know, Loki," you took a moment to pause while you released a frustrated sigh. "You think you're so superior to me and to humans in general, but if you would take a moment to consider it, we're not so different."

"Your theory is fascinating," he retorted with mock interest.

Not commenting further, you interpreted his intense gaze as an indication to continue. "It's evident that you're in search of something that you aren't getting in your realm, wherever the hell it is that you're from."

"Asga-... Jötunheimr," he nearly spat with distaste.

"Okay, fine," you continued. "Like a lot of humans, you seem to want the impossible. You may have powers and supernatural strength, agility, etcetera, but you're still a lost soul, trying to find your purpose in life."

Loki's eyes narrowed dangerously causing a chill to run through you, but you continued regardless. "Additionally, you, like many humans, are selfish, cruel, and ruthless. The only difference, is that even underneath all of that, most humans have an underlying sense of decency and goodness. You, on the other hand, will never be more than a conceited child - throwing fits and demanding attention. So, before you put yourself on a pedestal, recognize where you stand among every race of beings that you've encountered. You're hated by humans, gods, and from what I can tell, also by any other creature you have come across. You are no better than them. You're not superior to any of us."

Involuntarily, you found yourself cowering slightly as Loki’s expression went blank, slowly reaching for your face. Just as before, he painfully jabbed his thumb and finger into your cheeks as he brought your face closer to his own. His upper lip quivered with rage as he seethed at you. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he spoke dangerously lowly. "I will show you just how different we are, Miss Stark."

Still holding your gaze with his own, your eyes widened when his emerald green orbs slowly started to change from the light color to a pool of red and black. Captivated by his eyes, you did not even notice his skin changing color as well into a frosty blue until he brought his other hand towards you to hold your throat tightly enough so that it was difficult to breathe, but not so harshly as to cut off air completely. 

Regardless of his actions, you were awestruck by his appearance. He was unlike anything you’d ever seen. It was known that he wasn’t biologically Asgardian, but you had never pictured him to look this way. He looked menacing, sure, but there was also a mystifying factor and even a sense of beauty about him. It was strangely mesmerizing. 

He quickly resorted back to his familiar coloring as he continued to clutch your throat tightly. "I easily grow tired of your senseless rants, mortal. Perhaps I should permanently resolve the issue," he said as he gave your throat an extra squeeze before viciously thrusting you back onto the couch, releasing his grip and standing over you once more. 

Clutching your throat and coughing at the intrusion, you couldn’t contain your facial expression as you looked him over.

"Do not pity me," he snapped.

Surprised that he knew exactly what you were thinking, you replied, "You make it hard for me not to pity you, Loki. You have such misplaced rage and it’s just… it’s very sad.”

A surprise shriek escaped you when he unexpectedly wrenched you from the couch. One of Loki's hands gripped the hair at the back of your head tightly and the other was positioned around your waist, pressing you close to his form. "Let go of me," you grunted as you pushed against his chest.

He was like a solid rock against your attempts to create some space. You shivered as his raspy voice came close to your ear. "One way or another, you, you will show me respect. Even if I have to rip it out of you as death envelopes you, I will have it. It would suit you well to accept that now rather than later."

Before you had a chance to respond he dropped you to the floor. You released a painful grunt as you hit the ground hard, eliciting a frustrated sigh from the god. "Your incessant mewling is pathetic and I can no longer tolerate it."

"Oh, excuse me for not handling being kidnapped and thrown around like a champ," you snapped, earning yourself an exasperated eye roll from Loki as he bent over to effortlessly pick you up, uncharacteristically being more gentle than he had previously as he carried you in his arms and tossed you onto the bed. 

“I must take my leave,” he mumbled, turning away from you. 

“What?!” you all but shrieked. “You can’t just leave me here! For fuck’s sake, what do you want with me?”

“All in good time, Miss Stark,” he promised with a wink. 

With your hands and feet still bound, he left you to your thoughts as he snapped his fingers and faded into nothing.

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Heimdall could watch no more. He turned his gaze away from Loki, stricken by his actions.

"Good Heimdall, what troubles you?" asked a soft, regal voice.

"My Queen, I fear that I have only remorseful news to bring you."

Frigga placed her hand upon Heimdall's large shoulder and looked kindly into his eyes. "Tell me, Heimdall."

With his alert eyes meeting Frigga’s expectant blue ones, he responded as thoughtfully as possible. "It is Loki, my Queen. He is unyielding in his search for power and his scheming knows no end. I do not yet know of his plans, but he is adamant on supremacy and revenge. He has recently taken upon himself to indulge in the captivity and torture of humans, one in particular."

The Queen’s eyes were tired and filled with grief. "Heimdall, I believe it may be time to take matters into my own hands."

"If I may be so bold, what is it you plan to do?"

Frigga stepped to the edge of the rainbow bridge where the Bifrost once stood and looked upon the endless galaxy before her, taking a moment of reflection before her reply. "I will provide Loki with what he has craved for so long… love and adoration from humans." She turned to meet Heimdall's curious gaze. "One in particular."

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"Tony, you need to calm down," Natasha urged quietly, demonstrating one of her many talents by power of persuasion. Unfortunately for her, Stark was not as easily swayed as her previous targets had been. 

Tony was leaning on the counter top, holding his head in his hands, and tightly gripping his hair in anger and frustration.

Bruce stepped closer to the hot-headed Tony Stark, avoiding the shards of glass spread across the floor due to Tony's fit of rage that was taken out on his own mini bar. "I know that what you're going through is difficult, but you're directing your rage in the wrong area."

"The big guy knows better than anyone," chimed in Clint from the corner, leaning against the wall, crossing his arms in an almost bored posture. “You should listen to him.”

Bruce fought the urge to roll his eyes. "I do know what I'm talking about. You need to separate yourself from the situation. Take a step back, and try to think clearly."

That made Tony’s head snapped up, his hair slightly out of place from his grip. His brown eyes darted around the room in a panic before they settled on Bruce. "How exactly do you expect me to remove myself from this outlandish situation, Banner?" He stepped around the bar, walking closer to the remaining Avengers, the glass loudly crunching beneath his shoes with every step. "Y/N is my goddamn sister. I’m responsible for her, and I failed to protect her. How can I step away from that?"

"Mr. Stark, with all due respect, Y/N is an adult. You are not her bodyguard and you are not responsible for what happens to her." Tony's head whipped around so fast it was almost unnatural, his glare now falling on the man dressed in patriotic colors, standing on the far left of the room with a somber look on his face.

"Tell me, Rogers," Tony nearly spat. "Who have you had to look after? You are responsible for no one but yourself. Everyone you knew or cared for has passed on. You have absolutely no comprehension as to where my responsibilities lie with my sister."

Steve's jaw tightened at Tony's harsh words. His thoughts immediately went to the last World War he took part in. He remembered the look in his friend's eyes as they widened with fear as he plummeted from the train into the dark, snowy ravine. He had failed to protect his friend. He knew all too well what Stark was feeling, but he had learned to cope with the loss by convincing himself that it was out of his control and no one was to blame.

"I think what we're all getting at is that instead of standing around arguing, we should come up with a plan and execute it. In order to do that, we need clear heads so that we can think reasonably," the soldier spoke with patience.

"What exactly are you insinuating?" Clint asked, still in his relaxed stance, arms still crossed. "A rescue mission? Because the last time I checked, no one had any idea of Loki's whereabouts and there's nothing that we have that will lead us to him. We have absolutely nothing to go on."

"That's not exactly true," Natasha advised, interrupting Clint's rant. "We have him ," she insinuated as she pointed towards Thor.

Everyone's attention turned towards Thor who had been waiting silently by the door, gazing out of the window lost in his thoughts over the situation they had found themselves to be in. Turning his gaze towards Natasha, he asked, "Me?"

"Yes, you," she answered. "You know Loki better than any of us. You know his habits and behaviors. Where is somewhere that he would go to hold someone captive and remain hidden?"

Thor's face was somber and he carried a sad, defeated expression on his face, which was not one he expressed often. "You forget that I have been estranged from Loki for quite some time. He attempted to end my life several times. The ties that bind us have been broken and I may not know him as well as I once thought. I may not be of any help."

"It's worth a shot," The Captain spoke sternly, nodding to Thor for him to continue.

Thor lifted his fisted hand to his chin, a motion he did when he was deep in thought. He sifted through his thoughts and spoke them aloud. "Loki is no fool, but he is a creature of habit. He will seek a place that is remote and not easily accessible."

Clint chuckled quietly in the corner. "Well, that's specific." His laughing was instantly silenced when he caught a glimpse of Tony's glare. "Anything else?" he asked, hoping to avert Tony's attention away from him.

Thor continued as if he was uninterrupted. "Loki does not take well to defeat. He will return with a vengeance, which is perhaps why he has taken your sister. He may have plans for her, or it may have just been a ruse to disorient S.H.I.E.L.D. Regardless, I know that he is plotting revenge, not only on me, but the rest of you as well." He paused as he gazed out of the window again. "I do not have Heimdall's sight, and I cannot return home without Loki, and even if I did there would be no way for me to return to Earth. However, there may be a way to contact Heimdall and he may lend us his sight so that we may find my brother. Until then, all we can do is wait and you must search for any abnormal occurrences throughout your planet."

Bruce sighed, removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes in frustration. "That's easier said than done," he remarked tiredly. "This is a large planet."

"This is true," Thor continued. "But knowing Loki he will make an appearance and it will be drastic. He enjoys toying with other beings and he will grow restless if he is kept hidden for too long. He craves attention and it will not take him long to draw you to him, whether that is his intention or not."

"So basically your solution is to sit back and wait?" Tony accused angrily.

Thor nodded. "For now, that is all that can be done."

"That's bullshit!" Tony shouted, completely losing his temper. "I refuse to sit here and wait around for a sign that we may or may not catch! Are you aware that my sister could be dead by now?"

Fully turning his concentration towards Tony, Thor answered, "It is a possibility, though highly unlikely."

"I will not stand by and do nothing," Tony seethed. "I will find her."

Slowly, Thor walked over to Tony and placed one of his large hands on Stark's shoulder in a reassuring way. "My friend, your mind is clouded with anger. I am aware of your need to find your sister, but do you even know where to begin?"

"That's not the point –"

"That is the point," interrupted Thor. "I urge you to just allow us a day or two to sort this out."

Tony's jaw clenched with impatience. "It's been too long already."

"I know," said Thor dejectedly. "But please, just a bit more time."

Tony thrust Thor's hand from his shoulder, even more heated than before. "Am I the only one who's first concern is Y/N?" His behavior was close to hysterical at this point. “I’m going after her. Now.”

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Loki walked with a steady pace towards the bedchamber where you were being held. He was unsure of his feelings as thoughts raced through his mind as he walked. He should be content with keeping you here as his prisoner. He had all the leverage he needed with Tony Stark’s sister at his disposal, and yet he felt… unfulfilled. 

When he materialized in the room, his forehead creased in confusion as he saw you lying on the bed, contently singing to yourself. He had assumed that you would be in as much of a sour mood as you had previously been. Something wasn’t right. 

Sensing another presence, you had turned to see who had entered your room and beamed with excitement as your eyes rested upon Loki.

His brow rose in skepticism as you stepped down from the bed and approached him. Too stunned to react, he allowed you to wrap your arms around him in a tight embrace, sighing with contentment. “I’ve been waiting for you,” you murmured into his chest. 

Completely at a loss for words, he gawked at you, dumbfounded as you released him and stared into his eyes, not a single trace of malice or loathing found in them. "I've missed you," you cooed with an inviting grin before you leaned up towards him and placed your lips softly on his own.

Coming to his senses, Loki aggressively pushed you off of him, causing you to stumble backwards, though you managed to catch yourself from falling. He didn’t miss the fact that you looked truly hurt and confused.

"What's the matter with you?" you asked, the pain evident in your voice.

He swallowed thickly, his eyes transfixed on you in shock. What had happened to you? Could it have been the isolation? You couldn’t have been alone for more than a few hours. Were humans truly this delicate? Had he broken your mind? So many more questions raced through his mind as the silver-tongued god found himself at a loss for words.

You waited patiently for an answer, you own eyes searching his mystified emerald ones. A few more moments passed before he finally spoke. "Your mind is not your own," he finally decided.

“Excuse me?” 

He turned his gaze from you, and mumbled out loud, "Being around my power must have affected you more than I had anticipated." His fists clenched in anger as he continued to talk to himself. "This was not my intention. You were supposed to remain the same."

"Stop mumbling Loki, I can't hear you," you urged with frustration, puzzled by his behavior. You continued to edge towards him carefully until you were directly in front of him, close enough to feel his breath on your face. Placing your  hands around his muscular upper arms, you squeezed with reassurance. "You really need to relax. There's no need to get so easily stressed," you said softly as you placed another brief kiss on his lips.

Stunned that he once again allowed you to kiss him, his mind began to race even more so than before. This was not possible. Too much exposure to power would have left you broken and incoherent. It would not have changed your entire personality into one of a lovesick being. 

Of course! How did he not see this before? It was a game. You were toying with him in hopes of finding a way to escape. Not at all in imminent danger, you were eliciting a facade and now you were going to try to convince him that your disgust had been replaced with loving thoughts for him. What a clever girl!

He grinned with satisfaction as he put the pieces together in his head and finally allowed his eyes to lock onto yours. He would play your game… and he would win.

He slowly placed his hand on the back of your head to aggressively take a handful of your hair and force your lips to his. The brutality of his actions caused you to whimper in pain at first, but as the kiss deepened, your noises turned into small moans of passion. Together, your lips moved in a synchronized motion as Loki slid his tongue along your bottom lip, silently demanding entrance. He chuckled into your mouth as you quickly opened up to him and allowed him to explore your mouth with his hot, wet muscle.

He was slightly taken aback when you fought back against him for dominance, your hands reaching behind his neck and pulling yourself even nearer to him. Still not feeling close enough, you jumped up onto him, causing him to stumble back in surprise. Quickly, he released your hair and placed a hand on each of your legs, hiking you upwards so that you were now level with him while your feet no longer touched the floor.

Refusing to yield, Loki then carried you over to the bed. He roughly tossed you onto the bed, hardly giving you time to catch your breath as you landed with an "oof" before he was on top of you again, his lips capturing yours in a fight for dominance.

Turning your head to the side to steal a few breaths of air, Loki wasted no time as he moved his lips down your jaw to your neck and sucked lightly, eliciting quiet whimpers from you as you trembled beneath him.

"Loki," you finally managed to speak, your voice straining. He ignored you and continued to kiss and lick the soft skin tissue of your neck. Fighting to keep coherent, you complained, "Loki, wait a minute. Your armor is too heavy."

Loki ceased his physical exploration. He was winning at your little game and he could sense your retreat getting closer. Your odd statement was a request for him to remove his protection and leave himself more vulnerable to you. Though you were a mere mortal, too weak to hurt him even with his armor removed, he was skeptical as to why you did not come to that conclusion yourself.

He smiled deviously at you before his body began to emit a golden glow with bright rays forming around his armor before it faded away, revealing his slender form in a dark green robe along with black trousers. Sighing with relief as the extra weight lifted, you gave him a thankful smile in return.

"Is this better?" he asked, staring down at you, now even more alert than before. He was waiting for you to make your move and when you did, he would be ready for it.

"Much better," you answered, grinning.

"Excellent." Loki did not waste any time in capturing both of your hands into one of his as he held them in a tight grip above your head as he leaned towards you and continued to kiss you as he had before. He used his other hand to begin to explore your body, knowing that you would break soon. You arched your back, pressing your chest against his. He stilled for a moment, shocked that this was actually earning a slight reaction from him, causing a small bulge to form in his trousers. This would not do. He had to break you sooner than he had planned.

His hand made its way to your jeans and he quickly succeeded in unbuttoning them before slowly pulling down the zipper. Midgardian clothes were foreign to him, but it was easy enough to figure out how to work them. Hiking your pants down just slightly, it allowed himself enough room to give his large hands entrance to your most private of areas. He knew that you would never allow him to touch you there.

He cautiously edged his hand into your pants towards and waited. This earned a moan of desire from you, which caused him to halt completely. He removed his lips and hands from you before climbing off of you with a look of bewilderment on his face.

"Loki?" you asked breathlessly as you looked him over. "What's wrong?"

His teeth clenched, the feeling of defeat evoking rage. "Did you really think that this would work?" he seethed.

"What are you talking about?" you asked as you sat forward on the bed, buttoning your pants, figuring that your moment of intimacy was done for the time being.

He turned to stare daggers at you, his cold stare turning your blood to ice. "Did you really believe that I would stoop so low as to take a repulsive mortal into my bed? Your plan was poorly executed. You are a fool to think that you could deceit the god of lies!" He had risen from the bed, his armor had returned to his body and he was shaking with rage.

Gaping at him, you were unsure of what to say. Eventually, your anger got the better of you. "Maybe you should have thought of that  before you brought me here! My mortality hasn’t stopped you yet, so why is it such a problem now?"

His brows came together in annoyance and perplexity. "You cannot possibly think that I would fall for your far-fetched tale of ignorance!"

Standing up from the bed, not a single trace of fear evident in your face, you walked closer to him, your eyes blazing. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about. How dare you," you spat, causing his eyes to widen. "You've got a lot of nerve, Loki."

A thought then crossed his mind as he searched your eyes for a hint of a lie, but he could find none. Somehow, you had formed an alternate reality in your subconscious, one in which they were coupled and dwelled together in cohabitation.

He relaxed his shoulders a bit and released much of his anger in a long sigh, but remained cautious. "Humor me, Y/N. What do you remember about yesterday?"

You crossed your arms in annoyance at his request. He fought the urge to smirk at your childish stance. "You brought me here from S.H.I.E.L.D.’s Air Base," you finally answered. "You said that you had business to take care of and you left. I made myself comfortable and sat by the fire until I got too tired. Then, I fell asleep in the bed, and when I woke up, you were here."

He was baffled. Her memory was completely skewed from reality. You truly believed that is how yesterday’s events occurred. He hardly noticed your hand take hold of his own. The foreign feeling of tender skin-to-skin contact caused him to jerk back a bit, but he did not break the hold.

"Loki, what’s wrong? Please, tell me."

"I'm not sure," he quickly answered, not really considering your question for he was lost in his own thoughts. After a moment of reflection, he leaned in towards you, mere inches from your face and stared deeply into your eyes.

You were confused, but stayed completely still, frozen under his intense gaze.

Loki took a moment to memorize every characteristic in your blazing orbs before quietly asking, "Do you love me?"

Bewildered, your expression instantly turned into one of adoration as you smiled. Your eyes suddenly filled with such love that it almost physically hurt him, causing him to stumble back a few steps as if he had been hit hard in the gut. Before he stepped back too far, you grabbed him by his leather collar and brought him closer as you placed your lips on his unmoving cold ones.

As if you didn't notice his lack of response, you deepened the kiss, showing him just how much you loved him through this simple gesture. Loki's defensive shields started to crumble until he completely lost himself in the thought of your mouth on his and your hands reaching up to his neck to stroke the hair that fell over his collar.

He wrapped his arms around you, drawing you nearer to him as he deeply inhaled, enthralled by your scent. It was as if he couldn't get enough of you in that moment. He wanted to continue holding you until the two of you simply became one person.

As his mouth hungrily devoured your, his head was screaming at him. He was kissing a mortal; a disgusting, pathetic, and worthless excuse for a life. A creature that had he been successful in his attempt to enslave the Earth would have been dead the moment you insulted him for the first time. He may have even killed you simply for the fact that you were the sibling of his hated rival, Iron Man.

Upon these thoughts entering his mind, his lips froze in place causing you to notice his hesitation and pull back. Loki cursed himself for the moment their lips separated he wanted to draw you back to him. He craved you, and he loathed himself for it.

"Loki?" you asked, noticing his far away gaze as he fought with himself over his feelings.

Not a moment later, you felt yourself being crushed painfully into the wall behind you, Loki gripping your arms painfully tight. 

Refusing to wince in pain, you met Loki's challenging stare with a blazing one of your own. He was breathing heavily in anger, unable to tear his emerald eyes away from yours. Before he could comprehend his own actions, his mouth was on yours, hungrily devouring you.

Instead of refusing him as he had expected, you responded positively and moaned into his mouth as he plunged his tongue into your lips, tasting you, reveling in your deliciously sweet flavor.

Hungry for more, you grabbed the collar of his leather armor and shoved him back. Due to his complete loss of coherent thought during the kiss, he was caught off guard, baffled by your sudden abrasive actions. 

He soon realized your intentions as he saw the lust in your eyes and smirked at your obvious arousal. You glided forward and continued to push him lightly, guiding him until he reached the edge of an empty desk at the other end of the room. In an aggressive manner, you took it upon yourself to jump onto him, gripping his hips tightly with your legs as he wrapped his arms around your lower half, cradling your bottom in his hands as he held you steady. You tangled your hands in his hair and forced his mouth to yours, almost angrily.

As your lithe body writhed against him, he felt the urge to explore more of you. He turned around and placed you on the desk, leaving his hands free to roam your body as you continued to kiss lustfully.

His thoughts began to flash like static in his mind. He was repulsed, yet aroused, and his arousal was clearly overpowering his disgust. Loki wondered to himself how long it had been since he had bedded a woman. He had never taken a mortal into his bed, but if he were to choose a mortal to lay with, he could think of no better one than you. Whether or not he desired to bed you for revenge, or for his own personal needs, he did not know, but he wasn’t about to stop to consider it either.

Without breaking the kiss, Loki lifted you effortlessly into his arms and swiftly carried you to the bed. He gently laid you down on the sheets, immediately missing the contact with your skin. Still standing, he could do nothing but stare at you, dumbfounded as to what he should do next. He silently cursed himself as you watched him with an intense gaze. He was not a shy man. With women he had laid with before, he had no problems having his way with them, but he was unable to do so with you.

He licked his lips in frustration as he fought with himself as to what his next actions should be. He did not expect you to be impatient and was taken by surprise as you raised from your relaxed position into a kneeling posture and began to remove your shirt, suggestively locking eyes with him. Loki forced himself to remain steady with every piece of clothing you removed.

When the only clothing that remained were your delicates, you raised one finger and seductively urged him forward, biting your lip in anticipation. Forgetting his incessant need for dominance, Loki stepped forward hesitantly until he was kneeling on the bed. Agonizingly slowly, you began to remove his heavy leather and metal armor from his slender, yet muscular form.

Becoming impatient, Loki began to help you with the removing of his clothes until all that was covered was his own private area. Instead of attempting to remove it, you glanced upward into Loki's intense gaze. Even while you were both kneeling he towered over you. 

Lifting your hand to lightly stroke his cheek, you then placing both hands in his hair to draw him towards her so you could kiss him lovingly. Loki began to push himself into you, causing you to lie down on your back while he hovered over you, anxious for more. 

With his godly strength, he ripped away your bra and panties, leaving you bare before him. He then wasted no time in removing the last of his clothing as well, revealing his obscenely large cock, prominently jutting forward for attention. 

Loki returned to planting kisses on your neck, sucking gently as he made his way to your breasts. You whimpered as he took both of the peaks into his fingers and squeezed gently. He then settled his mouth on one of them, flicking his tongue all around the hardening flesh. Biting your lip, you tried to contain the screams that were building up from his actions. Unable to contain them any longer, you lost control the moment his calloused fingers slipped into you. 

The pace was maddening as he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of you while his thumb rubbed in vigorous circles against your clit, all the while his other hand working your breasts. Incoherent syllables escaped you as he continued exploring your body. When his fingers were replaced by his tongue in your core, you could feel the blood circulation leaving your hands as you gripped the sheets with all your strength. Writhing against him, his tongue pumped in and out of you before moving up to lap at your clit while he pressed his fingers inside of you once again.

Before you went completely over the edge, you pushed him off aggressively. He pulled back, perplexed by your sudden change in demeanor. Your expression was animalistic as you dug your nails into his arms and pulled him around so that you could straddle him and imitated his moves from before by kissing your way down his neck, occasionally nipping softly, making him hiss in arousal. Sliding down his body, you looked from his pleading eyes to his throbbing member right in front of your face. 

Taking his cock in your hand, you began by running your tongue up and down his slit as you felt him tremble against you. Settling your mouth around the tip of his girth, you sucked gently, letting your tongue flick and swirl all around it. You almost came at the sight of him after you looked up to see him close his eyes and open his mouth slightly, lips quivering and gasping slightly every time your tongue slid across his slit. 

You took all of him into your mouth at that point. He threw his head back and groaned loudly with satisfaction. With each thrust you bobbed your head, occasionally grazing the underside of his cock with your teeth. His fingers tangled themselves into your hair, forcing you further onto his shaft. You hummed against him, making him cry out even louder. You sensed he was getting close so you removed yourself from him, eliciting a whine from the god. 

You smiled playfully at him, which earned a forceful change of position while he grabbed you and laid you beneath him once more. He kissed you softly before pulling away and begging you with his eyes for entry. You nodded and pulled him into another kiss as he slowly entered you. Whimpering into the kiss, it was a slow adjustment as his shaft pushed all the way into you. 

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you kept him inside of you for a moment, letting your head loll back as you acclimated to his size. When you allowed your body to relax, he took it as a sign to pull back and enter again, but with a little more force. You cried out in bliss with every thrust as they became harder each time he entered you. Resting his head in the crook of your neck, he showered it with kisses as he lunged harder and faster. Your arms found themselves around his neck as you held on for dear life.

As he continued to thrust at a maddening pace into you, your back arched in pleasure as he reached down and rubbed your clit. The sensation was overwhelming in the best way. Your entire body tensed up as the orgasm pulsated through you, wave after wave of euphoric bliss. 

Your nails raked down his back as he continued his assault on your leaking cunt. Moments after, the pulsing feeling around his cock was more than he could take. He released himself inside of you and cried out in bliss as his seed lined your cervix. 

When he was spent, he rested on top of you only for a moment, panting heavily before kissing you tenderly, which you reciprocated with enthusiasm. When the kiss broke, you leaned into Loki, causing him to roll over and lie down facing upwards. Turning on your side, you propped your head up with one hand while caressing Loki's long hair with the other.

For the first time in a very long while, Loki was at a loss of what to do. He could not think of anything else but you, for you had enveloped his mind and captured his desires. He would curse himself tomorrow for letting himself fall into you this way, but for the moment, he savored the feeling.

As you stroked his hair he took it upon himself to explore your Midgardian body. His rough fingers traced your cheek, jaw, and neck. As he moved down over the swell of your breast and onto your hips, Loki could not help but ask, "Y/N, what caused you to become so enamored with me?"

You grinned with both contentment and amusement before replying. "What, you mean besides your charm and wit?" He smirked at your answer, but sought more from you. You sighed, wracking your brain to try and figure out how to put your feelings into words. "I see you, Loki. I see who are between all of the bullshit. You exhaust yourself trying to attain something that’s always beyond your reach. You’re not a monster. You’re just someone who needs to be loved."

Upon his stunned silence, you leaned slowly towards him to place a soft, tender kiss on his lips before you lay your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around his abdomen, quickly drifting off to sleep.

Silvertongue was at a loss for words. Not knowing what else to do, he absentmindedly allowed his arms to wrap around your sleeping form. He had not had close contact such as this in far too long, and it satisfied him.

Dismissing the internal questions and maddening thoughts, Loki allowed himself to fall asleep, feeling more content than he had in all his existence.

#eliza's 5k challenge #loki #loki x reader #smut #writing challenge #fanfiction

[lilmajorshawty]

Mars Women/Males (1/2)

Mars in Aries: Anarchy In black

📞 Rae Sremmurd - perplexing Peagsus.

Women: shes the aggressor, and she rarely waits for others to set the pace. She likes her lovers with flavor and with a bit of masculinity in their pursuit! She can be the type to be into rough aesthetic and the ripped jeans, ruffled hair. She wears harsh colors and can also remind you of the beach and Coachella. She’s either 2000s in a smile or fight night.

Men: he’s the chaser, and he rarely wants to be caught. He tends to live based on desire and instinct. His brain is a little less involved in his sexual instincts which often times can make him a walking dose of testosterone. He’s intense and projects this intensity in even the most subtle of actions. He’s the bad boy and the hot head, the class clown and the boy you mom warned you about. Either the biker or the one making the bike. His member can be vainy and a bit on the angry looking side due to the rams more volatile nature. And depending on how mature he is he can be the type to cum early mainly because he feels the sensation so powerfully.

Mars in Taurus: Sensual Slaves

📻 Partynextdoor - Grown women

Women: shes magnetic, her eyes dressed in sensuality and her arms like silk. She’s gorgeous-something about her is so physically present that it’s as if you’re in the presence of earth. She can be mentally scattered often expending her energies into the basics and more mundane. She likes things dependable and can be a bit sharp with messy types. She likes her lovers like she loves her senses. She loves curves and thic body types-muscles are fun but what’s the fun if she can’t enjoy the innoncense of a bare body.

Men: he’s a slow and steady operator. Pleasure comes in the form of the world all around him often making him a walking aphrodisiac. He thinks before acting and can be a slow burn where others would be a fire. For him it’s about the lead up to the main event, the insatiable lust before the inevitable climax. In some cases he’s lean whilst in others he’s on the more Roman body type. His lower member is often well endowed and long like the typical bull. He loves a good body party that involves all the senses.

Mars in Gemini: The Divinci lá mort

🎙 Grimes - Be a Body

Women: shes a walking encyclopedia. Sometimes with this women it can seem like she’s 100 steps ahead of you and then some. Her eyes are sharp and piercing-gazing through intentions and feelings quicker than anyone you’ll meet. She is enticed by the game of interaction-mainly because she’s so detached from it. Romance bores her, it’s cliche . She wants the type of love you don’t even know you need, the type of romance and feeling that carries her off her feet and leaves her speechless. Her lover should take care to be an odd one-she loves a good mystery mainly because she’s one herself.

Men: he’s dangerous. His eyes speak to you In a secret language one separate from the actions of his body. He makes you question your motives, he makes you delve into the hidden concepts within you, he strings you without the strings. With him theirs this mania-this momentum between the twins as he leave you wondering which version of him you’ll get from second to second. He starts the party but simultaneously is nowhere to be found once it’s off the ground. He can have a sharp member and can be remarkably playful in bed! He loves a good show and wants to entertain you best he can. For him verbal communication ties him to the act emotionally.

Mars in cancer: Heart to Heart

💻 Tangerine dream - Love on a real Train

Women: shes soft to the touch like lavender. She’s scented like vanilla and cool October winds. She’s an unexpected love and can entrance you with nothing but small winces and half smiles. She expresses herself through touches and loud laughs-she’s never direct and moves in a side ways pattern sometimes showing you more, whilst other days she’s a figment of your imagination. She’s captivating but hard to get to know unless she wants you to know. Her energy is soothing and can feel like home and her greatest strength is that immense propensity to emotional coolness. Her lover is often sensitive no matter how tough or mean they may seem-as she’d have it no other way. Make no mistake she may seem tame but she’s a freak behind closed doors.

Men: he’s pure, the type to hold your hand when you’re frightened, cook you a meal if you haven’t eaten, kill that pesky spider that’s been terrorizing you in the shower-he’s home. He’s a gentle boy albeit with an astronomical temper but none the less he’s a baby, he could never do anything to harm you outright but his mother sure taught him how to manipulate and that’s what makes him a bit troublesome. He’s emotionally receptive and emmensly invested but his sexuality can be something to brace yourself for..mars in cancer men tend to be very passionate lovers in and out of the bedroom and the sweet little boy he shows you turns into quite the intensely lustful soul when the lights dim! Their members are usually thick and girthy due to the moons influence! And their arousal is based on emotional connection so the more “I love you’s” the more rounds you’ll be experiencing.

Mars in Leo: Lion congregation

📸 Billy idol - Rebel Yell

Women: shes going to hit you like a wild fire. She isn’t the type to bow, nor is she the type to settle. She knows her worth and her lioness energy won’t allow her to lower that pride even for god himself-shes far to engulfed by the suns rays to see anyone below. She’s jovial and a breath of fresh air and can make you feel like you’ve just walked into NYC. She’s a charming one-able to seduce you with a stare and a hair flip. She’s very punk or very pretty pink school girl! Something about her feels irresistible but she’s never focused on you-she’s looking for the next sunset. Her lover should make sure they see the beauty in her and is worthy of the kingly or queenly stature she bestows upon them.

Men: he’s a queit type. Unlike his feminine ego he actually is more on the observant and prowl like energy. He’s the king of the pride and doesn’t need words to prove his dominance all he needs is energy. He can make you feel as if you’re in the presence of something great with a mere scowl or glance. His intensity is often matched by his often pugnant and sexy atmosphere. He can make it feel like a thousand eyes are on you and in the next second you can feel like you’ve been locked out of Heaven. He’s got this dirty quality to him like acting on your desire for him could take you to hell and back. His libido is usually high as shit and his lower region is either on the medium side or slightly above average but it often looks very bright and has lovely pubic hair! He can be turned on by soggy style positions or where your back is turned to him!

Mars in Virgo: Let’s play doctor

🎚 Jamie N. Commons - Lead me home

Women: shes like old wine. She will make you feel like you’re in this dance with yourself because of how distant her actions can seem. She’s very adapt and can react to a situation before it’s occurred solely on her piecing the puzzle together. She’s sensual and earthy with her light aromas and light steps. She can seem like some sort of elven fairy flying high and above in your mind and lips like some long lost memory you’ve been waiting to relieve. She wants things clean but part of her is drawn to what lies in the mud. These women can be some of the kinkiest solely because part of them lives to be of service to their lovers. They often find themselves drawn to dirty lovers(literally and figuratively) or situations of inequality in their partnerships.

Men: he’s not like other boys. He’s shy but playing koi is apart of how he lures you in. He won’t make the first move but he’ll move the pieces so you do. He is a hard worker both with his daily life and what he chooses to please in the bedroom. He can be highly versatile in many situations but part of him can project his inner need for control into his love affairs. He wants to feel every touch and every sensation possible and can get easily addicted to sex wanting to have it on a consistent basis. These boys can be very horny contrary to belief but can be so controlled that it can seem as though they don’t have desires whatsoever. They can be drawn to long term romances and will often have the best sex with someone they’ve known for years! Their is a cute quality to the way they love and it’ll be forever. Their members are petite and can get the job done! In some cases they can feel either shy about their genitals or straightforward nothing inbetween.

Mars in libra: Tipping the scales

📽 Johnny Rain - Peach

Women: shes passive, for her the real aspect of life is what you can get without lifting a finger. Indifference is sexy to them-they admire a unmoved face or a silent crowd. They can be vixens because they often meld themselves into what everyone wants but never do they loose themselves. They can put on an act but be an entirely different energy underneath it all. They love passion and can be the types to hopelessly search for that ultimate romantic liaison. They can remind you of the R&B ERA. Femininity and sexuality are peak here and these women express their sensuality deeply and truly to themselves. These women tend to masterbait quite a bit as they often have high libido and venus influence here creates an infatuation with the “self” perceived ego. The lover for these natives should be charming and have an intensity to him-a a bit of an unbalanced energy that she can serve to be the equilibrium.

Men: he’s dark. He can seem perfect like everything and anything. He’s polite but detached, he’s sensual but withholding, he’s an intellectual but he never lets you into his mind. These men can be a contradiction. Mars in libra men mask feelings more then most mars signs and tend to need a certain level of high ground in there interactions! It’s never a comfortability for them to know that you can read them as that means you’ll make them vulnerable. They like power and can be the types to pull strings and games until they’re sure that they are hidden. They love intensely and can have a very intoxicating love style that leaves everyone begging. Their members are often very beautiful to look at and can be soft-usually they’re either long or lean. They are either aggressive or passive sexually.

Mars in Scorpio: To sting or not to sting

📀 Belly ft Nav - Re up

Women: shes a late bloomer! Often times she was introduced to sexual tension at a young age and either iced it out or chose to rise above it. At some point these women come into contact with their “own” sexuality their own sense of femininity gets challenged often bringing out the true Scorpio queen residing deep within them. Like A serpent these women come into their own like the flames of hell. Taboo is their middle name and their innocent persona is often leaking with intensity. She’s often the one in the party shrouded in the darkness away from the lights,away from the scene-gazing through the dim lights. She’s powerful and impossible to subdue. She often plays the field never truly seeking intimacy unless it takes her in like the shadows! These women can be afraid of intimacy in the early years but as they age it can be something they find themselves surrounded by. The soul he manages to catch their hearts must be ready to match them sexually and emotionally in the most intense and prolific way imaginable-death and all.

Men: his eyes are easily enthralled. He looks for connections unconsciously like a dog searching for a bone. He’s got a hunger in his eyes only second to his depth. He’s constantly chasing for his own sabotage and sometimes creates it! He’s darkness personified and no matter how much he tried to hide it-the shadows seep through. He can get eaten up by his desires quite a bit almost as if he’s a slave to his own animalistic desires. He’s like a dog without a leash introduced to a fresh plate of meat. These men are ruled by their own intensity and much like Aries mars their are no games! Unlike their venus counterpart for them they don’t have time to manipulate and often struggle with doing so in a way that doesn’t allude to what they’re feeling-they want what they want and it can be impossible to get them to let go once they’ve set their stinger in. Their members can be very vainy and look rather on the darker side! Mars in Scorpio are in love with oral and tend to be extremely sensitive in these areas male and female. Sexually? They can go for hours and days depending on how badly they’ve been waiting for you.

Mars in Sagittarius: MKULTRA

⏲ASAP rocky - RAF

Women: she’s something you’d never be able to reach no matter how high or long you’d try. She’s swift like a gust of wind with her emotions fluttering in and out like radio static. For her it’s about the moment and nothing else. She wants fun otherwise it’s fiń. For her she’s never bored it’s everyone else that’s bored. Her energy is intoxicating and feels like shots of patron. Her body talks like rhythmic beats in the air and she couldn’t be bothered to slow down even if you begged her. These women want to be driven mad and hate anything that makes her think, she hates the meanginless cjit chatter if theirs no fun behind it. She wants intensity and if you plan on giving her something like a small dip in a large sea she won’t be nothing but a cloud of smoke. The lover of these natives will have to be an enigma, something she’d never understand but something that keeps her constantly guessing.

Men: he’s like a myth. You hear of him but, seeing him? It can sound like some promise or imagination come to life when you see him. He’s got a roughness to him as if he’s just in life for the shits and giggles. For him the world is grand and he’s destined to uncover the rest of it. He doesn’t want a side kick he wants an adversary. He’s sexuality can seem like its apart of the earth-he’s like a wild animal and it’s incredibly potent. He can seem masculine and as if his soul leaps out of each word. These men can be magnetic but also immensely detached. For them their is this loose and sought after emptiness and it can sometimes alter their expression of Jupiter. These men can be very dismissive once they feel trapped unfortunately but if they are mature and evolved many welcome intimacy and sometimes “too much” sexually they can be overwhelming and a bit like animals once they get going-it’s no myth they’ll Try to do it outdoors. They usually are very well endowed and can be very lean down there.

Mars in Capricorn: Cold War

🎞Tinashe - Salt

Women: shes mrs noir baby. Her eyes are cold but her heart is warm and that of a furnace. She’s independent and nothing in her upbringing has taught her to lean on anyone to create for herself what she can do on her own. She’s ambitious and a warrior-never does she let her tears eat away at her. These women devour the world, often choosing and desiring complete titanship over all things in her life. Weakness is poison for them and often sex is seen more as a luxury than a need as often they’re weary of anything that create emotional weakness that they can’t rid of. These women run hot sexually and tend to be the types to be into more BDSM themes or domination as a means to prove to themselves they’ve “conquered” their lovers usually are well established and have a rather cold demeanor but ultimately are very sensualistic and intense.

Men: he’s the darkest out of the mars signs for the males. He’s not a beat around the bush type, as often his desires are incredibly honest and he sees no reason to pretend or act precarious. His emotions are often self defensive but also slightly guarded as a means of precautious measure. His energy is often stifling and intimidating as his desires tend to be deeply felt and rather than being outwardly expressed they make their way through his actions and mannersims. They aren’t the type to eye down anyone but are very lustful by nature. To them work and power are and will always be necessity-sexual gratification is luxury but also a means to an end. These natives can be immensely detached from sex unless feelings were established before the act took place otherwise you’ll be nothing more than an asset to them. They can be cold and cruel but they do have a very soft and vulnerable side albeit the goat can be rather changeable when and if they decide to show this side. Their members are usually well endowed! Saturns influence might make it skinnier or medium sized but these guys are usually well endowed. Sexually they can be very intense and their entire mood changes and so does their personality so keep in mind.

Aquarius mars: The 80s camero

📽 cautious clay - Cold War (nick AM remix)

Women: shes bored by it all, to her people are stuck on that music station she’d rather skip past. For her interactions are more then physical contact. She wants cerebral and celestial-she wants to feel mars in her hands and Dance with Neptune and andromeda. Connections come and go for this women and she often finds herself sitting alone, but that’s how she likes it. For these women it can be a spark like desire that can fade just as quickly as it came! Their desires are consistent here and there but only when their is a feeling of never really having what it is they’re feeling. Sexually things can run on and off just like her nature-she just goes with the energy flow and sees where it takes her. These women can be sought after drawing others to her like moths to a flame but she doesn’t ever really care for the attention-she’d much rather watch their wings singe as they fly towards the light. Her lover should be perplexing, a tad off their rocker but with enough emotional difference to keep them scratching their heads.

Men: he’s the unbothered, he’s the glossy eyed boy wonder who seems like he’s just passing by. His affections can seem hard to pin? Wether or not theirs meaning or if he’s just looking for a way to use his time. These men are emotional rollercoaster dispute their more calm demeanor. They want to be above feelings and often will project their own internal feelings on others and play run around the roise so they don’t have to take responsibility for their own feelings. They are insanely attractive and have this deceptive charm to them-like every word is laced with a sinister intent. These men are erotic mainly because they have such a detached relatiohship with their own sexuality. These men don’t care and tend to be sexually aroused by someone with a more “careless” persona. These men are often very hot sexually and tend to love sessions but it can be a bit hard to get them emotionally in to it! They love the emotional v. Non emotional energy that’s generated in their sexual encounters though and from what I’ve seen the more someone wants them the hotter it is for them sexually because of the indifference. They tend to have pointy and angular members that look unique in a way because of Uranus.

Mars in Pisces: Atlantian divers

📟 The Weeknd feat. Gesaffelstein - I was never there

Women: shes sweet as can be! Her heart is that of boundless oceans and she can be immensely dedicated to sacrifice even in her daily life part of her feels more whole if she’s able to be surrounded by harmonius flows of energy. She’s full of tangles though and can seem like a museum of emotions. She’s complex and nothing expressed is never just that, it’s meanings could span over a millennia. She’s often a softly felt presence that can disepear from seemingly nowhere. Her feelings are often deeply entangled in her sexual longings and often the bigger the emotional backing the stronger her arousal but the weaker the bond the harder it is for her to be anything more then a fish in the sea. She enjoys glowing through life in blissful dreamlike peace but often she’s interrupted by the loud existence of the rest of us. Her lover should be a gentle soul, one that cares for her heart but also feels safe enough to express their own unique vulnerabilities.

Men: he’s a dreamboat, the boy seemingly lost in the crowd of people. He’s been in an ongoing daydream since he was 2 years old. His eyes are watery and seem like their are tears waiting to speak there own individual peace. He hates the confinement of others and tends to be a loner. He’s sensitive to energy and can seemingly become evasive when negativity embodies him which is why people think he’s lethargic or lazy. He often is sexual in private-leaning towards porn and media to relate to sexual feelings internally felt. He often can create a dreamlike sexual desire but might be more displeased by the real thing. His libido is often the lowest of the bunch mainly because his more masculine side is subdued by the neptunian sea. He like his feminine counterpart needs a emotional connection otherwise sex is nothing more then a fish in the water. He’s moldable to the desire of his lover. His member tends to be translucent and on the larger side of things.

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[demiebby]

Loki’s Return (Loki x OC)

Rating: M (18+)

Characters: Loki, Hillevi (OC), Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, and mentions of others

Summary: Loki devises a plan to retrieve his scepter back from the Avengers. He entrusts his wife, Hillevi, to get it for him and together they shall rule over Midgard.

Warnings: Mild swearing, Detailed sex, implied adultery, and mentioned rape

A/N: This takes place after The Avengers, before Loki’s trial (in Thor: Dark World). Also Hillevi is a sorceress, she’s nearly identical to Loki. They’re both tricksters, but Hillevi leans more on the manipulating side.

“You say yourself a man, a loyal faithful husband, but you are not! You are a philanderer and a leasing-monger!” shouted a woman in venom.

“Leasing-monger? My dear you must forgotten it was this leasing-monger that rescued you from the dungeons of Muspelheim.” Loki approaches his wife taking slow calculating strides to her. His gaze intimidating the woman, but she stood her ground. “If I had not had done that you would be dead as we speak.” Their faces are mere inches apart when he leans towards her. A wicked smile graces his thin lips and the infamous mischief dances in his green eyes. He expels a faint mocking laughter and cocks his head. “Maybe you’d continue to be someone’s whore.”

A sharp gasp resonates out of the woman and she lowers her eyes to the floor. Her shoulders slump, head tilted down. Loki knew what the remembrance of Muspelheim would do to her. He knew it. Though never did she think of him using that against her in an argument. The memories of Muspelheim were embedded into her mind. Chained to a wall. Enduring the tortures Surtur’s henchmen brought to her. Her body serving as a pleasure garden for them.

Loki nod his head towards her silence. Taking a few steps back the raven-haired male then grinned. “You should know better than to assail me with your slanders my dearest. Not when you are not prepared for what your opponent has up his sleeve.”

A blast of energy propelled him into the wall. He impacted the surface and grunted. Surrounding him was a hollow crater and debris. Loki flicked his hands, a beam of green light appearing then fading when he was clothed in his signature gold, green, and black armor. His green eyes stare icily towards Hillevi, the female’s normally brown eyes were entirely violet.

“You have insulted me for the last time Loki.” Her voice is wavering through the anger, hurt, and contempt she’s feeling toward the man. “As we said in our vows ‘til death comes to part us asunder.’” She conjured a sword into her hand with a flicker.

Loki stood tall, “So be it.” and following that was a battlecry.

In the dining hall, Thor sat at the table with his mother, father, and Sif & the Warriors Three. The seven of them were seated, waiting for Loki and his wife, Hillevi, to arrive. Upon Frigga’s wishes they planned a sumptuous feast in recognition of the newlyweds marriage. They were married in the warm autumn whilst Loki was imprisoned for his actions against Midgard. According to Einherjar guards, Hillevi had taken a liking to him and Loki had favored her company. The sorceress would visit Loki nightly and talk to him of his future with her. Some would say Loki was enthralled by the beautiful conniving witch when he agreed to marry her. Others whispered that they were a pair of wickedness and trouble. In the eyes of the family, they appeared to be happy and not at all wild with devious intentions.

“The food is getting cold as we wait,” announced Thor. He looks at his mother, “What hinders them from joining us?”

Frigga answered, “I do not know, yet I have a suspicion.”

“A suspicion of what?”

Thud. Thump. Several eyes looked up to the ceiling as the chandelier above the dining table wavered. Thor slid his chair back and grabbed the handle of Mjolnir. Sif grasped her sword and steel shield. The Warriors Three held onto their weapons with vigilance. They waited for the approaching, peculiar threat to come to light. Abruptly as it started the sound ceased. The young warriors were still weary and kept their eyes to the ceiling while holding their swords and flails.

“Do not worry my friends,” said Thor. “It must be the,”

Crash. Two bodies crashed through the ceiling and landed right on the table. The god of thunder analyzed the sudden appearance and saw it was Loki and Hillevi. What were they fighting for? The sorceress was on top of his brother a dagger in her hand and raised above her head.

“Scoundrel!” hissed Hillevi.

A push from Loki’s magic hurled the woman off him and across the room. Their onlookers watched in bewilderment as the raven-haired man leapt to his feet and advanced to the enraged witch. Clamors, exclamations for them to stop fell upon deaf ears. Neither heard or adhered. Loki flung daggers to Hillevi. All she managed to avoid, but one pierced through her abdomen. The room fell silent; a sharp gasp, then Hillevi dropped to her knees. Her hand clutched on the blood that seeped through her dress from the wound.

“Hillevi!” Frigga rushed to the young sorceress aid. She held her in her arms, while her eyes glared to her youngest son. Before she could reprimand him, Odin interrupted. “Loki!”

Thor stood in front of his brother, his hand on his shoulder and he didn’t look at all pleased. “Brother… what is this madness that transpires between you and Hillevi?”

Loki didn’t respond. Hillevi brazenly pulled the dagger out of her abdomen and growled. “Is this what you wanted my dear husband? To see me bleed? I am bleeding now!” She weakly stood to her feet with the help of Frigga. “That harlot that you bed at night is nothing compared to me. She is a disgusting concubine; a woman with no morals.”

Despite knowing the answer already, Odin still asked, “Hillevi, what has Loki done to make you upset?”

“Adultery. I found a letter from a woman in his pocket, and she claimed to have fornications with the bastard when I was kidnapped in Muspelheim.”

Loki chuckled. He folded his arms behind his back. Never once did he lessen his arrogance. “Kidnapped? Darling you were begging to go there until you grew tired of their uppermost hospitality.”

“Loki,” gasped Frigga. “You have said enough. As your Queen, I demand that you leave and return to your chambers at once.” When he did not move she yelled, “Go!” The faint tinge of hurt appeared just as hastily as he left. The doors of the dining hall slamming behind him. It hurt Frigga to know that her son was causing his wife turmoil. Regardless of being his mother, there had to be times where she had to chastise him. She went with Hillevi to a bedchamber far from Loki’s.

That night Hillevi was visited by Thor, she was in her bed sleeping peacefully when the blonde male abruptly woke her. He had one hand pinning her on the bed whilst he crouched above the sorceress. She conjured a dagger; he pinned her other hand down. She hissed, “You Odinsons are just alike. Handling women with such brute actions should be a crime.”

He harshly whispered, “Your well-being is none of my concern witch.” Hillevi pursed her lips and tilted her head up. “You will tell me what sort of trick you and my brother are devising.”

Thor must be dim-witted; he thought that they were lying. That their fight in the dining hall was a play of some sort. “You fool. Your brother and I are not tricking you. The love that I once had for him is gone the moment he stabbed me. I was going to spare his life, but now I will not stop until that Jotun runt’s blood is in a chalice for me to drink.”

“My God…” His grasp on Hillevi loosened and he stepped away from her. Thor’s face twisted into disdainful grimace.

Her red-painted lips broadened to a fiendish smile. “Your brother is a breath away from my current bedchambers. If you want him to live, I will propose sending me to Midgard, should be suffice.”

The god of thunder faltered. His eyes narrowed at the woman. “Midgard? Why there specifically?” His tone interrogative. “To go there and terrorize the humans just as your husband once did?”

She shook her head, face buried in the palms of her hands, and grumbled, “Dim-witted oaf.” The sorceress raised her head up. “Would you rather I stay here and murder your beloved brother?”

Thor was left without a decision. He had to protect his brother from his wife. He reluctantly agreed to Hillevi’s suggestion. “Fine. I will send you off there Hillevi and you will be under scrutiny.”

“Who’s going to patrol me? Heimdall? Odin?” She leaned forward to the man. Her voice muttered, “You?”

Hillevi was a captivating woman. She was sinfully attractive in the eyes of many men. And she was Loki’s wife. Thor shuddered slightly at the intensity of her lusting gaze. His azure eyes descended down to her hourglass figure. The crevice of her breasts peeked underneath her bed robe. Flawless, smooth skin revealed to him. Moonlight illuminated Hillevi’s golden brown skin. Then he looked at her lips; her tongue swiping at her bottom lip and pearly white teeth biting down at it.

She would be dull if she said she didn’t thought Thor as handsome. He undoubtedly was. The broad muscles from training to be a warrior. His long gold locks of hair. Those ocean blue eyes that pierced her soul. Thor. Had she not been married to Loki, Hillevi would have copulated with the god of thunder. Bore him a child if possible. Although there were times where Thor would be annoying, obnoxious, and moronic. Hillevi wondered how did his previous companion fare to him. Blatantly ignore him or entertain the overgrown man-child with toys?

“I-I… It will not be me. I have comrades that will do it.”

The woman kneeled on the bed, her arms crossed. Hillevi raised an eyebrow and grinned, “Comrades? I would love to see them.”

“...Okay rewind. Pause, and play, now tell me again why is your brother’s wife here?”

In the middle of the common room, at the Avengers compound, were Thor and Hillevi. Both persons in their Asgard wear and recently surprised their hosts with their appearance. Well… the appearance of Hillevi. A new face brought thousands of light years from Asgard, allegedly being the wife of a man that terrorized them, wasn’t going to be taken lightly. The Avengers were wary of this. When Tony first saw them his first reaction was, “no more strays” in contrast to Steve simply asking Thor why he was here and not alone.

Tony waited for Thor to answer him. The god explained once more. “My friends… I understand that you are all perplexed by the guest I have brought with me. I apologize for that, however, there will be trouble brewing in Asgard if I had left her there.” He tugged on Hillevi’s chains, the woman nudging forward and scoffing. “Her name is Hillevi, she is Loki’s wife. It appears that my brother has committed adultery and while it is not a crime on Asgard nor is it punishable… it is looked down on. Before all else done by a man of royal rank. Hillevi, out of anger, fought with Loki.”

“Was it with words or with fists?” Tony interjected. He was glared at. “What? I just wanted to know!”

“They fought till Loki stabbed Hillevi with a dagger.” Thor continued, “She told me in confidante that if she were to stay on Asgard any longer, knowing by the fact that Loki is there, she will finish in killing him. Loki is my brother and I will do all to protect him. Even if we don’t see eye to eye at times. So, I have brought Hillevi here to prevent that from happening. I trust that you all will watch her while I am away at Asgard.”

Steve sighed and he looked at Hillevi. She batted her eyelashes at him and he shuddered from her gaze. The supersoldier rubbed the back of his neck, grimacing, “Um… we’ll take care of her Thor. Tony we got anywhere to keep her in?”

“What?! Cap we are not going to keep Hills of Evi in the tower! Don’t you know what Fury would do if he knew that we had her here? I thought I was supposed to be the only one who thinks with what’s between his legs not you!”

“Thor has a point Tony. If he keeps Hillevi there, she’ll kill his brother, I don’t like the guy but no one should die.” Steve argued.

Tony opened his mouth to say something until he got a chill down his spine. He blurted out, “Fine she stays.”

Natasha narrowed her eyes suspiciously at Tony and Steve. Odd. Usually these two wouldn’t agree on what to watch, but now they’re agreeing to keep Loki’s wife? Something’s not right here. The redhead examined Hillevi. She was off-putting. There was something within her dark gaze that Natasha couldn’t figure out… yet.

“My friends you have my gratitude.” Thor smiled whimsically to the two men. He freed Hillevi from her shackles and threatened, “Let it be known that if you double-cross me, I will feed you to a bilgesnipe without second thought.” Hillevi was unconvinced by his meaningless threat. She knew that Thor would never do that to her. She was the wife of his brother for Asgard’s sake. Killing her would only infuriate Loki.

Hillevi snarled at the taller man, bumped her chest on him, and exposing her teeth. “Until that happens you are but words.” Thor scowled at the woman and pointed for her to follow Tony and Steve. Without word she followed behind them.

The sorceress was lead to her quarters. Her bedroom was fairly large, the walls painted ivory and the ceiling in taupe. A square bed against the wall with a padded headboard and quilts and pillows. To her right was a single white armless chair and a round glass end table adjacent to a window that overlooked woodlands. On the wall opposite from the bed a flat television and below it an ottoman.

Hillevi beamed, her hand gently glided on the ottoman. “This chamber is exquisite. You humans impress me with your intricate designs.” She spun in a circle and gracefully sat on the bed, crossing her legs.

Tony muttered, “You’ve never seen a bedroom before lady?” he adds, directly to her. “If you’re hungry we’re eating lunch together in about an hour.”

“Understood. Now leave me.” She demanded.

Tony shut the door and Steve remarked, “She seems kind of neutral to be here. Didn’t put up a fight, doesn’t show any sign of grief.”

“What are you trying to say Cap?”

“I’m saying that if a woman is hurting because her husband cheated on her, shouldn’t be acting so comfortable when she is around his enemies.”

A light bulb flickered in Tony’s head and his eyes brightened. Steve raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re right. We need to keep a close eye on her, something is not right. Jarvis notify me if the Wicked Witch of Asgard does any strange.” The two men walk away from Hillevi’s door and to the common room to discuss with Thor about Hillevi.

“...I didn’t want to leave you there alone my sweet. What have they done to you?” Hillevi asked Loki. She sauntered to her husband on his bed, placing a hand on his shoulder. Her touch was cold, Loki reminded himself this was a projection and not the actual woman.

He took her hand into his and caressed the top with his thumb. “Nothing as of yet. Mother is livid at me for fighting with you and Odin has not said anything. Though I know that they will try to punish me somehow for stabbing you.” He raised his head to his wife and looked to her earnestly. “Are you still hurting?”

She shook her head all the while smiling warmly. She assured, her voice calming, “I am not. You forget that I can heal with my magic, love. After I removed the blade and your mother escorted me to the healers, I used my seidr to repair the damage.” She opened the side of her dress and showed him the spot where her wound used to be. “It is nothing to me now. I do not blame you my love. If you hadn’t done it, they would not have believed us.”

Loki touched the skin and let out a relieved sigh. “How lucky am I to have such a powerful sorceress for a wife?”

“You are blessed my darling.” Hillevi told him. There was a pause before she added, “I thought you should know that in order for me to get this far in our plan, I had to manipulate your brother and his friends. Although… I sense that one of them is not convinced by my act.”

The raven-haired man immediately knew who she was talking about. “The Black Widow.” He snarled and shot up to his feet to pace the room. “She is difficult to deceive.” Loki warned her and he walked up to his window. “The others are as gullible as children, but her… she is invincible to deception.” Hillevi got to her feet and Loki looked at his wife. “Stay away from that woman.”

“No, I can get her to fall for my trick. I just need time to,”

Stubborn woman. The raven-haired man utter suddenly, “I said stay away from her Hillevi!” Loki couldn’t allow for her to be gone again. Not again. He was without her for months when she was trapped in Muspelheim. He could not let Hillevi fall victim for the Avengers. He composed himself, unclenching his fists, and lowering his head. He spoke softly, “You must understand my decision. This is for your safety.”

Hillevi approached her husband then envelop her arms around him. Loki brought her in for a chaste kiss, a hand holding the back of her neck. They pulled apart, staring in each other’s eyes for a moment. “I love you my King.” Hillevi whispered.

“I love you my Queen.”

She benignly smiled at him, “I have to go now. Promise me you’ll be okay.”

“I can’t make any promises love.” Her projection soon faded away and he was alone.

“Hillevi is a woman of tricks, mischief, and schemes. To put it blatantly, she is vastly similar to Loki. They both are sorcerers, enjoy in causing havoc, and manipulating their targets. I do not know nothing more about Hillevi besides that she is a sorceress and is married to Loki.” Thor explained to his friends in the lounge room.

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. The Other Guy was not okay with Loki’s devious wife being here. “Thor, I-I’m sorry but why- couldn’t she just stay in imprisonment at SHIELD? Instead of running freely through here? I’m not- The Other Guy isn’t happy with this.”

Clint agreed, “Me too. Last time Loki was here he caused million dollars worth of damage and killed innocent people. Survivors lost homes, businesses, and all that other crap. What makes you think that the Queen of Hell won’t do the same?”

“There is no motivation or anything valuable for her here. As far as I know, Hillevi has no knowledge of Midgard.” Thor said.

Natasha commented, “This is just my opinion: something is not right about her. When Steve and Tony both agreed that she should stay here that raised flags.” She turned her head to the aforementioned men, “You two hardly agree on anything. I don’t know about you guys, but I will be keeping a close eye on her. Thor, you can say that Hillevi is not a threat to us, but until I can see that she is not, she stays in this compound.”

Thor agreed to the terms; a presence in the room caused heads to turn. They say Hillevi standing at the top of the stairs smirking down at them. She struts down the staircase, hand gliding on the rail as she descended. “Speaking of traitorous me? What more must I do to assure you all that I am not what you think I am?” No one responded. She continued, “I have no intentions on ruling Midgard if that is what you so fondly believe. My husband has tried and failed miserably at his own hands. I will not repeat what he has done. Midgard has you to protect them, and who am I to go against the terms of my stay here?” Her eyes shifted to Natasha. She clenched her jaw and averted her gaze. “I have been hurt emotionally by Loki. He has defiled our marriage and broke my trust. I may be a woman of tricks,” She looked to Thor seriously, “But I am not my husband.”

Natasha inhaled sharply and exhaled. The woman says that she’s not like Loki… then maybe she’s not. “Just don’t try anything.”

“Oh,” Hillevi breathed, “I wouldn’t dare.”

Four weeks, Hillevi has been in the captivity of the Avengers. Throughout her time there she befriended half of the team. The easiest one to make friends with was Tony Stark. Except that was not a part of her mission. Her mission was to learn of their secrets and take back the stolen scepter that was bestowed to Loki. Those damned Avengers had no right to take the scepter away from her husband. Not when they didn’t know who gave it to him.

Hillevi’s eyes shut and she submerged into the bath water. The warm temperature of the water caressed her skin and the floral scent relaxed her mind. Honeysuckle. It was her favorite flower and Loki’s favorite scent to smell on her. The honeysuckle worked on Loki as some kind of aphrodisiac; it would cause him to make torrid love with her in the dusk. Hillevi’s hands slowly strokes her outer thighs after she had divided her legs. She pleasurably exhaled.

“You’ve been away for several weeks now Hillevi,” Loki’s voice abruptly came and she opened her eyes. There he was in the washroom with her, sitting on a stool, his eyes fixated on her. She was surprised to see him; elated to know that he was still alive. Loki’s lips scowled at the sight of her, “Is indulging yourself more important than our plan?”

“Loki, my dearest, no it is not. I’ve told you I had to gain their trust and befriend these pathetic fools. I have not forgotten about our plan.” She tells him, her body leaning half-way out of the tub. Hillevi pined for him, her head tilted, “I haven’t forgotten you.” Her eyes were blown with lust.

The raven-haired man bore an unreadable expression. Of course, Hillevi would be yearning for him. They’ve been separated for too long. This was just like the time when she was kidnapped in Muspelheim and gone for an entire month. When she returned… well they were reluctant to leave from his bedchambers. A tingle runs down his spine.

A trembling sensation erupted in between her legs and Hillevi moaned. She bit down on her lip, her body lowering into the tub and rocking downward. “I will give you a week Hillevi.” The woman squeaks when the vibrations to her nether regions intensified. “Bring me my scepter, or I will not let you climax.”

“No! No, please my King. I-I will bring it to you. Please, do not stop.” She pleads.

Loki sneered condescendingly. He waved his hand and the vibrations to her core finished her off. She came with a yelp, slumping on the edge of the tub while she rode off her high. Loki’s projection vanishes into thin air.

A knock on the door catches Hillevi’s attention. “Hey, is everything alright in there?” it was Tony.

She drained the tub of the water and wrapped a towel around her body. She opens the door, greeted by a weary Tony. Hillevi cocked her hip out, “I am fine. Although you look rather tired, Tony.” She reaches out to touch his face. When he doesn’t stop her mid-way, she confidently grasps his cheek, caressing his cheekbone with her thumb.

The billionaire silently chuckled, and grabbed her hand lowering it from his face. “Between you and me, I tend to wake up randomly at night.”

Hillevi boldly rested her arms over his shoulders. She frowned at him, appearing to be worried, “Poor you.” A hand stroked the back of his neck. “To enlighten you, in Asgard, I would be called upon by men to alleviate the stress their muscles endured. Particularly, our soldiers.” Her leg slid between his thighs, her knee brushing on his groin. She raised her eyebrows, head tilted, “Perhaps I can lull you to sleep?”

Tony let out a dry chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. “You just don’t know when to quit don’t you?” Hillevi thought he was seeing through her facade, but when his hand gripped on her outer thigh possessively, she smiled slyly.

“One would say I am persistent.”

Her and Loki had discussed this prior to her leave. He told her if she had to sleep with one of the Avengers, in order to retrieve information from them, then she shouldn’t shy away. Loki was concerned with her losing her devotion and love for him rather than her fornicating with another man. After all, to him, it was her love that proved her loyalty.

Hillevi had many men wrapped around her finger. Manipulating them was effortless. Humans were no different from Asgardian men, since they all did her bidding. Tony carried her to her bedroom, hands squeezing on her bottom, while their lips were fervidly interlocked. He closed the door and collapsed on the bed on top of her. Surprisingly her towel never unraveled.

After removing his shirt, he says, “Let’s see what’s underneath here,” He pulls her towel apart, fascinated by her ethereal body. So this is how the Asgardian female’s anatomy was. The round breasts, narrow waist, and wide hips. Tony’s eyes went lower discovering that her haven was completely bare. “Here I thought only girls here go Brazilian.” Hillevi looked at him confused and he hastily replied, “Nothing you should know.”

His hand rested on her breastbone, fingers splayed open on her golden brown skin. She arched her back to his tender touch, breathlessly telling him to go lower. He did. His fingers paused right at her abdomen. Tony wanted to go lower, but suddenly he was fighting with himself. A voice in the back of his head told him he shouldn’t be doing this. He shouldn’t be with his enemy’s wife. No… they weren’t together anymore. Hillevi was his ex-wife.

Why did he stop? Hillevi looked up at Tony. She read him over and came to the conclusion he was reluctant to continue on. The sorceress sat upright and grabbed his wrist, “Tony,” she gasped. Her hand directed his fingers inside of her opening. Two digits filled her and stretched her walls. She maintained eye contact with Tony while she rocked on his fingers. “Can you feel me? I’m terribly moistened because of you.”

He exhaled, “Are ya?” then proceeded to kiss her roughly. His mustache hairs tickled her lips when she deepened the kiss. His fingers sped up inside of her, except it wasn't her urging him to do it. She releases his wrist and grips onto the fabrics beneath her. Her hips rotated desperately seeking a second climax that night.

Hillevi pulled away from the kiss and tugged down his sweatpants. She was surprised for a moment to see he wasn't wearing any undergarments. Her lips curved salaciously, the browns of her eyes twinkling at the sight of his rigid length. To be a human he was modestly endowed. His shaft firm and arched, the tip coated in a thin sheen of his pre-semen and just below it were plentiful taut spheres. Her nails flitted on them and went up to his base. She snaked her hand around it, squeezing, and eliciting a groan from the man.

“No, don't pull them out.” She said quickly when he was removing his fingers. “Leave them… there.” She let out a quivering gasp as his fingers drove deeper into her canal.

Tony sassily responded, “I'll leave them in there if you do something with your hand.”

She understood his indirect request and her hand stroked his shaft to the rhythm of his fingers. Long, hastened strokes. “You weigh heavy in my hand Anthony,” she told him. “I cannot tell you how much I want for this to be inside of me. Would you want that Anthony? Your cock plunging into my warm wet heat. My haven cradling you like a snug blanket on a cold winter's night.”

Tony makes a strangled noise and Hillevi abruptly stops her hand. She lets go of him, takes out his fingers (that are generously slicked), and flip them over on the bed. She sits on top of him, leering down at the man beneath her. One hand reaches behind to grasp his member the other holds his neck.

Her lips are pressed against his ear, warm breath tickling the shell of it. “Before I give you what you want,” she purred. “You have to give me what I want.”

Tony licked his lips and bucked into her hand. “Anything you want baby.” He said huskily. “Anything you want.”

Hillevi giggled and presses the tip of him on her opening. She bites back a moan while he groans impatiently. “I need to know where is my husband's scepter.” She demanded.

“His glowstick of destiny?” She didn't understood his reference, but nodded her head regardless. “Darling, I don't think,”

“If you refuse to tell me its whereabouts,” She lifted her lower body up and smirked mischievously at him. “I will ask of you to leave with the problem between your legs.”

“Okay, alright, fine!” Tony pleaded. She inserted the tip of him. He held onto her hips and replied, “It's locked up at SHIELD facility! They have it.”

Hillevi lowered down on his cock slightly, but pressed on, “What are it's coordinates? I want the location.”

“It's just an hour from here.” He relented, head leaning back when he was buried inside of her. Tony released a drawn-out groan. “Fuck… it’s a huge facility can’t miss it.”

“Last question… do you humans have birth protection?” she asks.

Tony scrunches his face, “You mean a, shit, c-condom?” Hillevi, once again confused, nods her head. “Yeah. I don’t have one on me though. Kind of wasn’t expecting to be fucking an Asgardian tonight.”

The sorceress hums, her fingers tapping on his neck. “Then try to release outside of me.” She whispers.

She triumphantly smiles and starts to ride him. Tony looks on in awe as her breasts bounce and her face distorts pleasurably. Like a magnet his hands are attached on her mounds, pinching her teats and emitting airy mewls. He smirks at this. Gradually her speed increases and Tony snakes his hands forward then grips her ass. Hillevi’s damp onyx hair drips onto his shirt as she erratically bounces on his length.

“Wow this is so fucking good. Go harder, baby,” The man thrusts upwards, hearing a moan emit from her. “I should visit Thor to Asgard sometime if you’re all this – fuck – good.”

Hillevi chuckled, “My darling when it comes to the women of Asgard, I am the best of them all.”

A tingle ran down Tony’s spine before he pulled Hillevi’s head down into a brute kiss. Their teeth clashed and tongues were rolling over each other. She allowed herself to be dominated, submitting to Tony and he flipped their bodies. The male sucked on her bottom lip, relishing in the sound of a needy moan.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, caging him in between her thighs firmly. Tony gave her body ruthless poundings. His length drilling inside of her and drawing her closer to her peak. The sorceress stopped kissing him and guided his face to her neck. His lips overwhelmed her nape with sloppy open-mouthed kisses. She bit down harshly on her bottom lip, eyes squeezing shut.

Despite appearing to be a mature man, for his age, Tony was an animalistic lover. Loki on the other hand was full of teasing. He would play with her sensitive nub relentlessly until she was close to her climax. While it was fun, she found it annoying.

“Don’t stop, I’m almost there.” She breathes, her fingernails rake up and down on his back. The light emitting from his arc reactor catches her attention. Her right hand gingerly touches it and Tony yelps suddenly. She yanks her hand away, but he places it back. Hillevi watches while a violet energy flare seeps from her fingers and disappears to Tony’s body. His deep brown eyes tint purple and become glassy. “Tony?” she whispers.

He doesn’t say anything, he’s not even moving. Hillevi sits up on the bed and ponders for a moment. “Touch my breast.” He does as he’s told. She smirks, “Continue on.” She leans back on the bed and flicks her fingers. His eyes revert to their chocolate brown color.

After they’ve finished for the night, Tony retires to his respective bedroom. Prior to that, Hillevi manipulated him into not telling anyone what happened. She placed a hex on him; one that would ensure he’d forget running into her tonight. Now that she has learned of her newly acquired ability she sought that it would be used.

The following morning; Hillevi woke up with purpose. She dressed into a green, black, and gold blazer, black short-sleeved blouse, skin-tight leather pants with gold trimmings, and black and gold pumps. Her lips were coated in black matte lipstick. The sorceress’s hair neatly fixed into a bun. She bore a sinister grin into the mirror and waved her hand. Her husband appeared in the mirror and he was smiling at the sight of her.

“My love, soon you will have your scepter and this world will officially be yours.”

Loki nod his head, “Excellent. I have learned of a spell to conjure myself to you. All I require from you, love, is to call for me when you have obtained my rightful possession.”

“Will do my dear husband.” She waved her hand and he disappeared, her reflection replacing him.

Steve looked up from the book he was reading when he heard footsteps. Hillevi appeared around the corner and he raised eyebrows at her choice of fashion. “Uh, going somewhere Hillevi?”

“A woman can't dress to impress Steven?”

Steve prepared to answer till Natasha spoke up, “Depends on the occasion.” The redhead stood behind the sorceress in a defensive stance. “What are you up to Hillevi?”

She rolled her eyes, “You are unbelievable.”

“In liars I am.”

“Romanoff,” called out Steve, “Ease up there. I’m pretty sure if the lady wanted to attack us she would have done so already. She’s been here for a month now and hasn’t appeared to be a threat.”

Natasha glared at Steve with flared nostrils and stormed out of the kitchen. Tony, Clint, and Bruce entered the room. Clint watched his close friend stomp to the elevator and he turned to Steve. “What’s up with Nat?”

Hillevi answered him, “Your dear friend assumes that I am plotting when I am not.” She smiled to the men around her. She reached into a bowl and grabbed an apple, before eating it she wiped it on her coat. “But I pardon her.” She sighed, shrugging her shoulders, “Who am I to judge her? I am nothing but a trickster’s wife.”

She inwardly smirked when a hand touched her shoulder, “Hey,” Her head looked to her right and saw Steve. His azure eyes were soft. “You aren’t Loki. You’re better than him. No need to beat yourself over it.”

“I gotta agree with Steve here, you’re no saint, but you’re damn sure aren’t a crazy bat.” Tony agreed.

Hillevi tittered, smiling saccharinely at the two men, “You have an odd way of speech.” The sorceress thought of her next words in her head. Should she ask them now? Her eyes shifted to Clint and Bruce then to Steve and Tony. It shouldn’t hurt. “I have a request, I have been held in captivity here for a month and while the intricate picture box is entertaining, I would like to venture outside for once.”

Clint snorted, “Ha. No way lady. You’re not leaving from here without supervision.” He pointed a fork at her then flipped it.

She countered, “Then maybe one of you could watch over me. I only want just a moment outside is all. To breathe fresh air and not what you humans call… air conditioning.”

Bruce looked wary and he backed away. “I can’t do it you guys. The Other Guy might cause trouble.”

“Tony?” Hillevi suggested.

“I don’t remember volunteering to play baby-sitter.”

“I beg of you, Tony, please.” She placed her hand on his chest, sneakily letting her powers mind control him again. She grinned slyly.

Tony said flatly, “Fine.” and dropped his coffee on the counter. “Come on Maleficent.”

Hillevi followed Tony to the elevator and he pressed on the lobby floor button. She faced the brunette man. “Take me to Loki’s scepter, and bring one of your suits.”

“Yes my lady.”

A/N: This is just part 1. Part 2 will be coming soon.

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Shadows Mind: Murder - Prelude part one

Title: Shadows Mind: Murder

Chapter: 1/?

Character/Pairing: Adam Carson/OFC; Hunter Burgan/Jade Puget; Davey Havok

Genre: Angst; AU

Rating: T

Summary:   In a time of devestating war and destruction, five young children witnessed their world come crashing down before them. Twenty years later, they have risen above the chaos to lead their once war-torn land, Allyria, into an era of peace. But the serenity they have brought may only be the calm before the storm as a powerful force from beyond their kingdom threatens to tear their world, their kingdom and their lives apart. Can they rise above the wreckage or will Allyria fall into the darkness building steadily on the horizon? Written with FadingStar. In-Complete

Authors Notes/Warnings:  Nothing in this piece ever happened. I claim no ownership nor do I make any sort of profit from this, other than pride and a sense of amusement. Graphic depictions of violence. Death.

Prelude 12

“Is it coming along well, love?” a soft voice asked. A boy, slender and young, most likely twelve, at first sight, looked up and around from where he was seated with a book in his lap, back pressed against a rather large oak tree. The boy, named David, but more commonly called Davey, smiled at the approaching figure of a woman. By the small mouth, lean angular features, and river of midnight tresses that they shared, it was easy to see that the two were related, the only real differences being in their builds, sexuality, and eye color. Davey’s eyes were brown, soft and quiet, like that of a doe’s, while the woman’s were a bright, confident, green.

“Very well, mother,” Davey told her. He had a soft voice, again something that seemed to have been given to him by the woman standing above, as quiet as his eyes and just as warm, when he wanted it to be. Right now, as he beamed up at his mother, he did indeed desire that quality, and gave it to her. Those who knew this boy would sometimes say they felt privileged for that warmth, it could be that impassioned, at times. “I’ve gotten nearly a quarter’s way through it since this morning.”

“That’s very good, David,” she said, showing yet another trait her son had received through her, as she gave him back the warmth of his smile with her own. “But do you understand what you have read?” She smoothed back her simple but nicely tailored skirts as she sat down cordially beside her boy in the soft spring grass. Watching her, Davey, even after so many years, could not help but to be awed with almost every move that his mother made. She exuded some sort of unearthly grace, like there were no bones in her body, just some sort of poetry of blood, sinew, and elegance that made even a breath by her seem artistic. Her large, doll-like, yet soul piercing eyes, met his, telling her son she expected a good answer.

“I think what Master Thais is to convey to the reader is that reason alone cannot guide one through life,” Davey said, closing up his book to show he was not drawing any knowledge from it. Or at least he was giving her his own interpretation of what the knowledge within the text. “That you have to also allow your emotions and instincts to lead you. That you should embrace both mortality and divinity to become a person who is complete with the world.”

“And is that a possible?” she asked, a grin lighting her emerald eyes. “Can a human perceive with all of those things? Think for themselves in that way, David?”

Davey regarded her in silence, knowing this was a test. Marcielle Marchand was always giving him these little tests, it was her way of keeping his mind sharp, shaping it to be as wise as her own. And Marcielle, as the headwoman for their little seaport village, was very wise indeed. She had to prove it often enough, and not only just because her position required it, but because her sex coupled with it demanded it. Marcielle had proven that her title was well given many times, gaining respect from even the harshest of her male critics within Mendel Cove.

“Well, I believe that, many people are capable of that, Mother,” he began after thoughtful silence. “Really, no one, who is born with the necessary mental position, is not capable of it. The problem, however, is that many people do not wish to be capable of it and ignore the gift of their conscious.”

Davey resisted a complacent smile as his mother quirked a slender ebony brow at those words. Being self–assured, he reminded, himself, was the first step to self–destruction. Marcielle had ingrained that within his mind from the cradle, and he would not be so foolhardy to forget it now. Still though, he allowed himself to be just the tiniest bit pleased on the inside that he had given her an answer she both liked and had not fully expected him to speak.

“Hmm...explain your thesis, son,” she finally said, Davey could see, with glee, she too was trying to hide a smile, one of pride. Pride was also a brick on the roadway of self–destruction.

“Generally, people don’t want to possess this capability because it’s just easier for them to ignore it,” he said. “Human beings, by nature, find more reason and pleasure by taking the easiest path in life. What path in life is easier than allowing their conscious to be lead? It’s a point proven in the fabric of government, religion, and war. Without willing followers and leaders then not one of those institutions would be possible in the slightest.”

Marcielle gazed at her son for several more long moments, her eyes guarded and secretive as they ever were. Just when Davey had begun to doubt himself though, she was smiling again, gently, just a touch of pride in her verdant irises. She reached up to pass a long fingered hand through his black tresses.

“Your answer is good,” Marcielle said, a smile, as bright and warm as the delicate May sunshine that flooded the little field in which they sat. “I daresay your father would be inclined to agree with you.”

Davey blushed a little from the compliment. His father, a scholar, had died when he was barely two. Lyell had been a man greatly respected in the cove for his intellect, greatly respected along the whole Sapphire Coast, his mother had always loved to tell the story of the day one of great Lords came to Mendel Cove, seeking Lyell’s advice. In all truth, Davey greatly enjoyed that tale as well, it was one of those eternally aching, secret, wishes that many keep to converse with his father, to know the man he had been. But it was one that he could never have, save for his dreams, so he tried his best not to contemplate it very much. He didn’t believe in false hopes.

“You know,” his mother spoke, jerking him from his inner musings. “In all honesty, I didn’t expect you to be here, doing your school work today.”

It was Davey’s turn to raise a single black eyebrow. “And why is that?” he questioned. “Have I ever disobeyed you before, when it came to my studies, Mother?”

“No, you’ve never really disobeyed me yet,” she told him, an amused light in her eyes keeping her plush red lips turned up. “But I simply told you that this book would be your reading for the day, my love. I told you not a word about finishing it. It’s such a lovely day, I did not actually think you would have the restraint to sit here and read it.” His mother’s eyes flicked towards the harbor that the little field which they sat in, overlooked.

Davey smiled as he finally caught the gist of her words. On a day like today a twelve year old such as Davey should very much be sailing down the coast with his friends in his close companion, Adam’s, little boat. The thought had indeed passed his mind, but there were circumstances beyond his control that prevented the plan. Of which he told his mother.

“Hunter’s father needed help down at his workshop,” he explained. “Jade’s little brother ran off and his mother sent him off to fetch him. Kali had a row with her mother this morning, so the priestess ordered her to her rooms all day. Adam said it wouldn’t be any fun with just the two of us, so he went to spend time with his father. There was nothing else for me to do, so...” he raised his book with a chuckle that his mother joined in with.

“Ah, well, perhaps you should go and see if Rissa has let Kali out then?” Marcielle suggested, continuing to preen her boy’s midnight locks. “Or just track her down, because I assure you she is out.” His mother gave a small laugh. “I saw her headed towards the practice yards. I think her intentions were to convince Adam to spar. A pity, her mother had set her hair up in such a lovely little plait.”

Davey laughed outright at the thought of Kali with her hair neatly arranged, it did not suit his friend at all and he decided at once he must see if it were true. It would be a wonderful thing to tease her over if it was.

“Go on,” his mother chuckled, prying the book gingerly from his fingertips. “Go, have fun with your friends, David. Childhood doesn’t last long, my love.” Davey smiled at his mother, adoring her all the more for her generosity and understanding as much for her unthinking grace, and leaned into kiss her on the cheek.

“Thank you, Mother,” he told her sincerely after pulling away and standing.

“You’re welcome, dear,” she told him with equal love in her eyes. Her smile became playful as she took the book and gave him a gentle swat on the rear. “Now off with you! Don’t give me time to rethink my offer, child.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he laughed, and without another thought or word had started running towards the slope of the cliff, the gentle curve that separated away from the rock face on it’s left side.

Marcielle watched her only child go, beaming in a way that only a happy mother could. She was right, she knew, childhood would not last long for her boy.

Across town, the wide blue eyes of another boy stared in wonder at the man seated before him, listening intently to the tale falling from his lips. Behind him the light crackle of the fire filled the room. Each word that filled the air captivated him. It didn’t matter that he had heard them a hundred times over. Every time they seemed to take a on a new life, they changed and for that reason alone, Adam Carson would sit and listen to them a hundred times over again.

At just barely thirteen years old, Adam had spent his entire life in the small seaside village of Mendel Cove, dreaming of the people and lands his father had spoken of in his stories. He wanted nothing more than to make his way into the world, to find the honor and the glory his father spoke of. To become a soldier as his father had been. When he wasn’t helping his father run the small, but successful, shop in the center of the village, he was in the training fields in the soldier’s fort with anyone willing to spar.

More often than not, his sparing partner were his friends Hunter and Kali. He had known both for as long as he could remember. They had spent many a summer’s day sneaking off to the training fields along with their less combative friends, Davey and Jade, often times staying there until the sun began to set over the rolling waves of the sea, sparring and chasing each other around the archery targets. The soldiers still occupying the fort had been long time friends with Adam’s father and simply laughed off the children’s antics.

Truth be told, Adam enjoyed sparring with Kali far better than he did with the rest of their small group. The only girl in their midst, Kali was light and quick on her feet, she made him work twice as hard, never let him off his guard, and he was the better fighter for it. With each practice, it became apparent, within their little group, that Kali and Adam were going to be the ones truly excelling at the combative arts.

Garret Carson knew of his son’s activities, and while he did not approve, he knew there was little he could do to stop him. Adam had inherited his mother’s stubbornness and determination, something Garret both cherished and cursed. Lisette Carson had been a strong-willed and passionate woman., that was one of the many reasons Garret had fallen in love with her. She was full of bright ideas and big dreams, helping her husband build his shop and working there each and everyday, morning til dusk even after she had found out she was with child.

Lisette had passed away shortly after giving birth to their tiny son and Garret had taken it harder than any had expected. For the first few months of his young child’s life, he barely spent a moment’s time with the boy, throwing himself into the shop. Rissa, Kali’s mother had acted both as wet nurse and mother in that time. As priestess and a close friend of both Lisette and Garret, she could see no other path for herself.

As the months slowly passed by, Garret began to warm to his son, his only remaining link to the woman he cherished. He watched his son grow into a bright and active child, questioning and full of life as his mother had been. And Garret supported and encouraged that quality in him. It would serve him well as he grew, though he did his best to instil the importance of family, of loyalty to those you love, in Adam’s mind. He had learned the hard way just how quickly life could be snatched away.

“Adam,” the soft voice of a young boy echoed from beyond the door, accompanied by several steady knocks. Garret paused his tale, looking up thoughtfully at the boy before him. With a nod, Adam pulled himself to his feet, lumbering quickly to the door. With a steady tug, pulled it open to discover his friend, Davey, staring at him with his signature smile.

“You finally pulled your nose out of that book,” Adam teased. It was well known, amongst the group, that the boy standing before him absorbed knowledge like a sponge, reading any and everything his mother placed in front of him. When he was able to pull himself away, even for a moment, his friends were there tease him, lovingly of course, about it.

Davey simply cocked his eyebrow. “At least I can read,” he countered with a knowing smirk.

“Oh hush, you.” It was not to say that Adam did not have the ability to read, he simply saw little value in it. He could read the orders at the shop and the signs along the town, but beyond that he saw no use for reading. He would be a soldier, what did he need books for?

“I think that will conclude our tale for the time being,” Garret called from inside the darkened cottage. Adam turned quickly towards his father, saddened to not hear the conclusion of the story, but hopeful that he would be allowed to head out, even for a few hours. “You boys go and entertain yourselves, but mind my boat, you hear. If she comes back maimed, you will both get a beating neither of you have ever dreamed of.” This was added with a smile, though the boys faces had grown considerably paler. “And mind you to keep Kali out of trouble, I know she’ll be heading out with you. She has that knack of falling into it, though sometimes I wonder if it’s the company she keeps.” Garret raised a knowing eyebrow.

Adam and Davey both chuckled nervously before uttering “Yes sirs” and scrambling out the door into the bright light of the village square. After several rapid blinks, Adam’s eyes adjusted to the severe and sudden change of light. “Do you know if Kali’s made her way out of her mother’s clutches yet?” he questioned, his eyes falling upon his shorter companion. “What exactly happened this time?”

“Most likely. You know Kali, she’s probably heading our way as we speak,” He let loose a chuckle, “I fear Priestess Rissa’s tried to put her in a dress again.”

Adam chuckled at that as well, “I’ve yet to see Kali in a dress and I think I’ll die the day I do.”

“It will certainly be a surprise,” Davey chuckled along with his friend. A comfortable silence fell over the two boys as they made their way into the town.

“Do you think we can wrestle Hunter away from his father for a few hours?”

“We could try,” Davey answered with a shrug, “Maybe we can catch up with Jade as well, help him track down that infernal pain in the side he calls a brother.”

“Lord help Smith when Jade finds him,” Adam added, shaking his head, “He’s probably furious.”

“He certainly seemed that way when earlier. I don’t even think he waved us goodbye.”

“Aye, we’ll find them soon enough,” Adam added as the two boys continued down the dirt and cobblestoned path leading through the heart of their village, both their minds set on the adventures this day would bring.

“Damn, her,” a very agitated young girl swore as she looked at her neatly braided and arranged mass of black hair in the dingy mirror that had been set up in her room. She screwed up her pretty face, violet eyes snapping at the image created with the hairstyle. “Damn her!” Her fists, though small, clenched and unclenched menacingly as she looked from her laughable hair in the mirror, to the corner of the room where very recently a freshly stitched lavender dress had been hung over the back of a chair. Kalika Sirenidae, more commonly called Kali, was not a happy girl that day.

She looked out her window, past the sycamore that had grown close to the cottage, over the town square, and to the peacefully lapping waves of the sea. With a pout, she remembered where she was supposed to be at the moment, sailing close along the shore in her friend’s boat. Supposed to be at least, but Kali’s plans had altered after a fight with her mother in regards to her hoydenish nature. Priestess Rissa had informed her only child that she was to start acting like a proper young woman, and stop running amuck with the group of boys she had known all her life as well as desist with her combat studies down at the soldier’s fort. Kali cared nothing for her mother’s commands and told her so quite emphatically, which, seeing as she had been locked in her bedroom until she agreed to wear the dress, had not been received by the Priestess so warmly.

Kali growled deep in her throat at the lilac monstrosity in the corner of her room, as if it silently mocked her, advocating itself as the source of her plight. The violet eyed girl agreed with it, and, deciding to pay both it and her mother back, ran to pull on her breeches and boots. She knew as soon as she started to pull her clothes on that this probably was not one of her better, more prudent ideas. She would get caught, she always did, but she would do it nonetheless, and probably would many times in the future. Kali wasn’t always careful, no, but she had enough guts to make up for it at times.

Kali had just finished lacing her boots and was about to climb out her window into the sycamore, when a silvery flash on her bedside table caught her eye. The girl almost kicked herself for forgetting the object, a long dagger in a plain sheath, oddly enough given to her by her mother. It was Kali’s most treasured possession and she’d been taught to use it, though the opportunity to do so had yet to arise. Whether or not she ever wanted to have that opportunity, she didn’t know, but she buckled it to her waist nonetheless before climbing out onto her widow ledge and leaping out, grabbing hold of the nearest branch.

This was a practice the Priestess’ daughter was more than accustomed to, and next to her friend, Jade, who was occasionally called Squirrel for his tree climbing savvy, she was the best. In a matter of seconds, Kali had scuttled from limb to limb, until she was within range of the ground. With one last heave of her body, she dropped down to the earth, landing like a cat on her heels and palms. Well, almost, Kali hadn’t been paying attention to where her hands went and felt the skin on the heel of her right palm split as a rather sharp rock she hadn’t noticed buried itself into the flesh there.

Giving a slight hiss, she jumped up, picking the rocks and gravel away from the wound to look it over. It was a nice gash, deep and trickling with crimson to stain down her wrist and shirt sleeve. If she had been a normal twelve year old girl she would have been crying and running to her mother to fix it. Kali, however, was not a very normal girl, proven by her more than strange eyes, hair, and now, by the fact that the skin on her hand was starting to pull itself together.

Kali was not sure how she could do this, how her body would do this to itself, mend on its own so fast, but it very well did. Once when she was five, she had spilled hot oil from the temple alter all over herself, almost everyone was sure she was going to be blind, if not scarred for life, but that hadn’t happened at all. The skin had bubbled and cracked and within an hour’s time, the bloody, raised, flesh had been replaced by scar tissue, by the following morning, the skin was as smooth as nothing had ever happened. It might have very well been dismissed as a dream, if she had not seen her body repair itself on later dates. She had asked her mother about this thing, about many things, thinking perhaps it had to do with her father, no one save for Priestess Rissa knew who he was, but her mother was tight–lipped about it. Kali knew no more about why her eyes were violet, or why purple tendrils grew amidst the black in her hair, or why her body could do what it did, than any one else. Her mother always said it would be something she would hear when she was older. The Priestess had been saying that since Kali was two, and the girl, needless to say, had grown tired of the runabout. Long ago Kali had accepted she was less than normal, her friends accepted it, and so she stopped thinking about it. Or at least she stopped admitting to do so.

When the skin on her hand had scabbed together nicely Kali dusted herself off, and looked about. No one of importance who might alert her mother to her departure seemed to be standing about, so she took off from beneath the sycamore tree at a sprint, a destination already in mind. Adam would be free, he was always free, and when she had gotten hold of him perhaps they could convince Davey to put his book down for awhile. After they got Davey then they could run by Hunter’s and help him finish his many chores, and after that track down Jade, who could be across the countryside, looking for Smith, and help him out. After that Kali estimated they should have close to until sunset to do as they pleased.

Slinking down the streets she, tried to be as inconspicuous as possible, though with her hair and the fact that it was her she was probably a bit down on her luck already. But save for the fact that she thought she saw Marcielle Marchand looking at her as she jogged down the street, away from the temple and it’s adjacent cottage that she shared with her mother, Kali remained virtually unnoticed as any other day. She was quite proud of that fact, and her head became a little bit stuck in the clouds as she ran along, remaining there, unnoticing of the world around her, until she literally turned about a corner and ran into her destination.

Adam gave a deep “oomph!” as Kali’s lithe frame hit his lanky one, stumbling back a few paces at the collision while Kali herself nearly bounced back on her rear. Nearly, she was saved from that humiliation (and soreness) by the quick thinking of the other half of her goal. Quicker than a blink Davey had skittered past the stumbling Adam to grab hold of her wrist, and giving a tug that was surprisingly strong for a boy of his size, pulled her upright. Kali stumbled a bit from the force of that, but was caught again, as Adam reached out to lay a hand on both her and Davey’s shoulders, steadying her and keeping her from knocking into the black haired boy.

The three looked at one another for a few moments as they regained both composure and balance before cracking smiles and beginning to laugh, Adam half keeling over as he held his belly.

“You’re a real wreck, Kal, you know that right?” the tallest of the boys laughed, looking up with mirthful tears in his eyes at his sole female companion.

“You mean she causes them,” Davey chuckled, breathlessly happy himself.

“Oh hush, the both of you!” Kali tried to sound stern, but felt the futility of the attempt due to the smile playing across her lips.

“My gods!” Adam suddenly gasped, making both his friends, jump, the smiles disappearing from their faces.

“What?” Davey and Kali chorused together, slight alarm ringing in their eyes.

“Kal—what in the name of the gods–your hair!” Adam exclaimed, right before holding his stomach as he began to laugh again, Davey took a quick look at Kali before joining him.

Kali’s purple eyes lit up with a spark of that hellfire she’d shown to her mother just that morning, remembering she hadn’t bothered to take her hair out of it’s elaborate plate before sneaking out, and scowled at her friends, Adam in particular. While Davey at least tried to stop, Adam only began to giggle more, breaking the last straw upon the girl’s back. With a rather loud roar, she leapt upon Adam, taking them both to the ground as she began to pummel him. Davey moved out of the way of the ball his two friends became as they tumbled, laughing as they started throwing punches at one another.

“To hell with you, Carson!” she shrieked as she hit. “I didn’t do this to myself you know!”

“Nope, your mummy did!” he cackled, blocking some hits while returning others.

“Bastard!” she growled.

“You would know!” he taunted back.

“Okay enough, you two!” Davey said, reaching down to grab their hands, fingers balled into fists ready to smash into one another. Davey’s touch calmed them both immediately, and they relaxed, Adam allowing his hands to fall to his sides, while Kali jerked hers away. There was tense silence for few seconds as Adam lay on the ground, Kali straddling his waist, glaring down at his chest, Davey watching them both with his arms crossed. Finally Adam gave a sigh and sat up, and in one quick motion passed his hand through Kali’s disheveled hair, his hand returning with the tie that held it up on the end. Laying the tie down he ran the hand back through her violet and jet mange, tousling so that it was wild about her face.

“There,” he said with a half smile, leaning up further to replace the tie in a haphazard fashion, and very Kali way, about her locks. He pulled a few stray tresses down into her eyes, obscuring her piercing violet gaze just a bit. “Much better. Girl hair doesn’t suit you, Kal.”

Kali grinned. “Yeah I know,” she giggled before jumping up. She held out her hands to him, and Adam accepted them, allowing the girl to pull him onto his feet.

Davey smiled, knowing things were, as always, very fine between Kali and Adam, as they turned grins upon him. “Come on,” he said beckoning with his left hand. “We’ve still got Hunter and Jade to collect yet, don’t we?”

“Ugh–huh!” both his friends laughed in unison before all three began a run up the cobblestone street, back the way Kali had come along. The sole girl among the friends smiled as she sprinted between Adam and Davey, she was not going to become a proper young lady today.

The wooden box dug heavily into his tiny shoulder, a grimace of pain flashing through his blue eyes. He was not a slight boy by any means, but at twelve years old, Hunter Burgan was stronger than some of the boys twice his age. This, he did not doubt, came from the hours he spent working along side his father, Samien, in the small carpentry shop he owned on the outskirts of the village.

Work was demanding and often times straining for the young boy, but Hunter knew that by doing this, he was helping to put food on his family’s table. And with the way times were, his family needed all the help they could possibly get.

Hard times had fallen on the Burgan household after Hunter’s mother, Kira, had fallen ill shortly after her son’s first year of life. At the time, none were sure the young wife and mother would survive, but Samien had never given up hope on the woman he loved. He poured nearly all of their savings into finding a cure, a treatment, anything for his wife.

Countless doctors and months later, his prayers were finally answered. Though the illness had left Kira unable to bear more children or even carry on the working life she had once lead, she was alive. But things, life, had forever been altered for the young family. Money was scarce and with the care Kira still required, they barely earned enough to keep food on the table. This burden fell heavily on both Samien and young Hunter’s shoulders.

From the time Hunter was able to walk on his own, he worked to help his father in the shop. Little things at first, greeting customers, holding tools. But as he grew, so did his tasks. Now he worked along side his father on many of his jobs. In what little spare time he could find, Hunter was off sparring and playing with his friends.

The five of them had done so for as long as the young boy could remember. And it was with them that Hunter felt most at ease. He could escape the frustration and tension that settled around the Burgan household like a dense fog. Though he never fully understood it, it was something Hunter could not deny. He could see it in his father’s eyes, feel it in his mother’s silence, in the way they spoke to one another.

With a grimace, he placed the box heavily down on the workbench next to his father. The man sat, his entire attention focused on the small chest before him. It was a wedding gift for the daughter of one of the villages prominent families. The detail requested of the piece had kept Samien locked in his shop for the past several days, only emerging when his body could no longer stand the lack of food or sleep. But the pay was quite well, and for the Samien would suffer through the frustration. That pay was so desperately needed.

“I’ve finished the box,” Hunter whispered softly, knowing that by speaking now he risked breaking his father’s concentration and invoking the short temper he had so acutely developed.

“Leave it be, son,” his father only mumbled in reply. The last thing he wanted to do was drag his only child into this mess. Into something he had little control over.

Hunter merely nodded, turning from the workbench and heading back to the far corner of the shop to return to the few other pieces his father had asked for his help in finishing. As he passed by the window, he watched the sun beam down on the people passing by, wishing, not for the first time, that he could be outside with them, enjoying the day. But he knew that was impossible and though he hated that fact, he understood.

Settling himself at his own small desk, Hunter turned his attention to the shelf sitting before him. He allowed himself to become engrossed with his work, barely pausing when he heard the door from to the shop open softly.

“Samien,” the soft voice of his mother filled the quiet shop. His father merely grunted in return, his attention focused solely on the task before him. But Hunter could sense a change in the room. The all to familiar tension that seemed to radiate around them. “Samien,” she called again.

He turned to face the doorway, eyes falling on his wife’s frail form, questioning why she had come in the first place. She hated that stare. Hunter forced himself to focus more intently on the piece before him, trying with all his might to block out the world around him. Block out the tension surrounding him.

“You’ve been in this room all day....I thought you might want to come back to the house for something to eat. To get a bit of fresh air,” she posed softly. “You’re always cooped up in here.”

“I’m here because I’ve got no other choice, Kira. We need to eat and we can’t very well do that without money.” His voice was soft and even, but there was little mistaking the frustration in it.

Kira physically shrunk backwards at his verbal assault, knowing what role she and her illness played in it. “I was merely suggesting. Plus it would give the boy a chance to run around for a bit. He needs to be a child. He only has so many years of childhood left, you can’t keep him cooped up in here forever.”

Hunter froze at her words, his mind wandering back several hours. Kali, Adam, and Davey had all come by, smiling and ready to bring him along as they took Adam’s father’s small boat out onto the harbor for a few hours, only to be turned away. Samien had done so with a heavy heart, hating the disappointment he saw flashing in his son’s eyes.

“Do you not think I know that, Kira?” Samien’s voice rose with each word that feel from his lips. “Don’t you think I would rather see my son, my only child, outside enjoying life? Enjoying everything while he still has that chance? Do you think I want this for him, Kira? If I had a choice in the matter he wouldn’t be in here! But I don’t have that say. I lost it a long while ago. This is the only choice I have! The only one we have, so do not speak of matters you know so little about!”

“Don’t,” she shot back, her voice raising as well. “This is not solely my fault. I didn’t ask for this to happen, Samien. I didn’t chose it!”

The silence that filled the small shop was deafening. Hunter wanted nothing more than to run, to get as far away from this, from them, as he possibly could. But his limbs, it seemed, were made of lead and refused his mind’s every command. Stop, he pleaded silently. Please stop.

He hated this. Hated how even the smallest of things brought forth such bitterness in the two people he cared for most. He could see the hurt and guilt in his mother’s eyes, the frustration and pain in his father’s face. The way they stared each other down, each waiting for the other to say something more. To challenge the other.

Slowly, he found himself able to stand, though he had no idea where he would go. The only exit to the shop was where Kira currently stood and the last thing Hunter wanted was to place himself in the middle of their argument. As he pushed himself away from his desk, his foot caught on the scraps of wood he’d left carelessly laying about the floor. A sharp howl of pain feel from his lips, causing both Samien and Kira to break from their stare and turn to face him.

“Hunter,” Samien began slowly, seeing the discomfort in his son’s eyes, “Why don’t you go see if you can find Adam, Kali and Davey?” The boy didn’t need to see any more of this. It wasn’t fair to him.

“But what about...” Hunter started, grateful for a chance to leave what he knew would only be another fight. But he still could not help feeling guilty. There was still a great deal of work left and he knew his father could not handle it all on his own.

“It can wait.” Samien’s voice was firm, leaving the boy little room to argue. Silently, Hunter nodded before making his way towards the door and past his stunned mother. As he jogged down the cobblestone street, he could hear the voices of his parents raising once again.

Pushing their voices from his mind, the boy made his way through the now crowding streets in the direction of Adam’s home. It was the most logical of places to start, even his emotionally cluttered mind could make sense of that. Hunter paid little attention to the commotion around him, his eyes focused blankly on the street before him. He refused to let himself think anything beyond finding his friends and putting this morning behind him.

Unshed tears burned in his blue eyes, blurring his vision. But he refused to allow them to fall. No, this didn’t matter. This was life. He could deal with this. He could handle it, he had to. They needed him to be strong. His family needed him. As his thoughts sped, so did his pace, until he was practically sprinting down the street. He didn’t slow until a warm, solid wall halted his progress.

Stumbling backwards, Hunter found himself thrust back into reality, his eyes falling upon the familiar, concerned face of one of his closest friends. “Davey.”

Davey outstretched his hand, offering his friend a soft smile. “Are you alright?”

With a silent nod, Hunter returned his friend’s smile, though both boys knew it didn’t truly reach his eyes. Gathering himself, Hunter turned to face the other two companions standing behind Davey. Both looked uncertainly at Hunter, seeing the redness in his eyes, before exchanging knowing looks. They were looks Hunter had known all too well and he waited for the line of questioning he was certain would follow. But neither said a word, merely offering their friend knowing smiles. A conscious effort to lessen the slowly building tension.

“I see your mother let you out, Kali.” Hunter stated, breaking the silence. Noting the shift in Kali’s gaze, before smirking, “Or did you pull a Jade and put that sycamore tree beneath your window to good use?”

Chuckling, Kali nodded her head. “I’ll die before I’ll let her put me in a dress.” A roar of laughter fell from all of their lips at that. “What? You think I’m kidding?”

“Oh no, Kal. I think the world will come to a fiery end if you were ever to spend more than a few moments in anything other than your tunic and breeches,” Davey voiced, his eyes dancing with mirth.

“That’ll be enough out of you, bookworm.” The four dissolved into a fit of giggles, Davey shooting Kali a knowing glare. “Speaking of fiery ends, why don’t we go see if Jade has gotten his hands on Smith yet? Because lord knows that poor boy is treading on thin ice as it is.”

“Let’s hope we haven’t missed the show yet,” Adam chimed in with a hearty laugh. The four nodded, making their way towards the woods in the distance, each looking forward to the excitement this day would bring.

Jade Puget was normally a very patient boy. On an average day, he did not rush through tasks, he was calm and collected, quite the levelheaded child. Today was not one of those average days though. Today, he was, more or less, pissed off.

The day was bad from the very start, when he had was woken an hour and a half early before his usual time, a little after dawn, by the cries of his month old little sister, Wynne. He’d struggled to try and return to sleep, but it was a useless fight, as his younger brother Smith, whom he shared a bed with, was snoring forcefully. Usually it didn’t bother him, but today the nose simply got under his skin like no other time, so he’d started the day off a bit grumpily. Further aggravation had been piled on as he was kicked in the side by a cow he was trying to milk that morning. Not badly, but enough so that his father, Bryant, had ordered him off chores that morning and his two older, Cullen and Corbin, had found reason to tease him.

Sent off to the house to help his mother with chores there (the twins had very cleverly said he was becoming a woman for the day), he’d spent the morning half being fussed over by his mother, Livia, and elder sister, Myra, and being humiliated by assisting with the cooking. It had only gotten worse when his friends Adam, Davey, and Kali, had come by, to ask him to go sailing, and had seen him churning butter. Nothing was said but he was shamed nonetheless. The worst of it was he might have been allowed to go, in fact his father had seen his friends, knew he wanted to go with them, and had given his permission. And then out came his mother, shouting for Smith, and upon not finding them, had more or less, politely, ordered Jade to find his little brother, seeing as he had nothing else to do.

So here he was, combing the fields near his family’s farm, his ribs still aching from that kick, looking for his miserable puke of a bratty little brother. No, for Jade today was neither average or good, and he was in a rotten mood for it. Rotten enough that he might just beat the snot out of Smith upon finding him.

Jade heaved a sigh, pressing a hand to his still faintly throbbing chest. “Gods damn you, Brownie,” he cursed the cow that had given him this nice gift. The thirteen year old looked about. He was on the outskirts of his father’s lands, another hundred yards and he would simply be in unclaimed fields, but he recognized the place, he was twenty feet from a pond that he and his friends sometimes swam and fished in. By that pond was a rather large rock, and deciding from the pain in his chest, he was deserving of at least a few moments’ repose, trotted his way there to recline against the sun heated stone surface.

Another heavy sigh escaped his lips as he closed his eyes, allowing the light of the sun to warm him. It was early spring in this part of the country, bright with sunshine, though still chilly at times. It was perfect weather to be sailing down the shore, but no, of course he couldn’t have that. The gods had decided today would just be misery for him and nothing more. He groaned, spreading his lanky frame across the rock’s face. He was really going to kick Smith’s behind for this.

“Oh look a rock on a rock, fellas–and fellaette!” a familiar voice taunted from a not too far off. Jade sat up at once as he recognized the voice and the echoes of laughter that followed it, trills of excitement and happiness flooding him as he did, though those trills were a bit dimmed as the pain in his chest flickered and he nearly fell back against the stone, clutching the mark that be–damned milk cow had laid upon his chest.

“Oye, Jade!” a second and equally familiar voice exclaimed, this time slightly worried. Jade looked up to see four figures, through his fringe of auburn hair, running toward him. A blonde head at the front of the pack.

“Jade, you alright?” Hunter asked, as he came up toward his friend, laying a hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he grunted sliding off the rock, though his hand still held his ribs. He did his best to look pleasant. “Never get kicked by a cow, if you can at all help it,” he advised them all with wry smile. “It’s not pleasant.”

“Does it hurt much?” Davey asked, not in a mothering way, just concerned.

“It’ll be fine,” Jade said, grunting as he rubbed the spot. “Or it least it will after I find that foul brother beast of mine and drag him home. I swear, he only ran away to vex me, I just know it!”

“Yeah, well, he’s your little brother, that’s his job,” Kali laughed.

“Yes, and you would know,” Jade retorted a bit scathingly. “You’ve got what? A hundred younger siblings?”

“No, just you all,” she retorted.

“Firstly, that retort was immature,” Jade said, crossing his arms as he gave her a withering look. “Secondly, next to Duck–fluff,” he nodded to Hunter, who’d earned his nickname from his tufty white hair, “you’re the youngest here. It’s illogical.”

Kali only rolled her eyes. “You, Davey, and your logic,” she said, hands on her scrawny hips. “I swear you should marry it, you’re so hung up on it.”

“Jealous?” both the redhead and raven-haired boy said together, a line perfectly rehearsed through the lifetime they had been friends.

Kali, Hunter, and Adam exchanged eye rolls, jealousy was hardly the word to describe the feeling for their friends over this particular subject.

“Okay, okay, come on!” Hunter said, jumping and gesticulating a bit as he spoke. “The sooner we find Smith, the sooner we can do something interesting with ourselves! Let’s move!” And he started running off past the pond, towards the woods, a place Smith would most definitely enjoy hiding in. His friends watched him bound away and laughed before following his example. Every day with one another always proved to be an adventure, today would be no exception to the rule.

The quintet ran through the forest, as they had done many, many times, in their years together, nimbly avoiding branches and roots. Well for the most part, Davey wasn’t as adept at it as his friends were, and Hunter’s was known to fall on his face more than a few times, but it was nothing that either boy did not immediately recover from. Dirt on their faces they were back up, gaining on the others, laughing just as their friends were. Jade and Kali climbed and swung part of the way, playing a brief game of acrobats as they found familiar handling upon the branches of a springy juniper they’d played upon many times before.

“Hey, Jade!” Kali called from her place high in one of the trees. Her four companions looked up, seeing the violet eyed child scanning a bit ahead of them. “I see him! He’s in the clearing up ahead running around after some rabbits!”

“That little brat!” Jade exclaimed as his friends tittered. “Damn him! He did this last week! Ooh after Papa gets done with him I’m taking a turn! Senseless–ooh!” The last was a guttural rumble, barely a cognitive arrangement of syllables, but his friends paid him no mind. They simply hid their smiles from his ire, knowing it would pass. Jade often became irritated with his little brother, and most of the time Smith deserved it, nothing new for them to witness. Jade would yell, cuff his younger brother, Smith would cry, recover, and go back to rile him as he had everyday since near birth, it was a cycle for the two brothers, stability, a way. They all knew, this, and followed him to watch the scolding about to take place, Kali, dropping to the ground to trot shoulder to shoulder with Adam.

“Smith!” Jade hollered at the top of his lungs as they cleared past the last of the trees. “Smith Puget of Mendel Cove, you get your scrawny—”

Smith looked up, but not at the sound of Jade’s voice and not in his direction, and they all knew why. The voice of the elder of the brother’s had been drowned out by a strange rumbling sound. The five older children followed Smith’s gaze, to the opposite site of the clearing, as the ground began to shake beneath them. In a matter of seconds the branches and saplings were pushed out of the way as a fleet of armored horsemen galloped through.

They all saw it in slow motion before it happened, the look on Smith’s face, his small body freeze, the dirt flying from the wickedly giant hooves of the beasts. Time stopped, life stopped, for a few precious brief seconds as Jade realized what was going on, where those animals and their riders were headed with out any regard whatsoever for his baby brother. The moment was frozen, the absolute look of shock on Smith’s face, the squirming little brown rabbit he’d finally managed to catch after so many attempts, clutched in his small hands, the beating of his heart. Most of all Jade remembered all the terrible things that he’d been thinking right before this moment.

The broken scream of, “Smith!” tore raggedly from Jade’s throat right before the first of the riders trampled right over his little brother’s now tiny looking frame, rabbit still in his hands.

#afislash #co-written with FadingStar #Shadows Mind: Murder #Junter #Adam Carson/OFC #sparkinside writes #AU