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Gorgeous Girl

Aaron Hotchner x reader warnings: teasing, alcohol consumption smut, heavy petting, make outs, nothing too kinky this time lol.

For once, being out of town for work wasn’t because you were chasing down some deranged serial killer in a distant state resulting in far too little sleep, far too much shitty coffee and coming home more exhausted than you left. While this week was technically still work, there was far less of it, a week of conferences, an hour or two of speaking and you could dodge all the rest out at a luxury sky resort in Breckenridge, Colorado. Two agents from the BAU were required to attend and you and Emily had pulled the ‘short’ straws (depending how you looked at it, of course). Some members of the team thought a week like that would be absolute torture, others thought it would just be too boring, or that having to socialize with that many other agents while representing the BAU was a walking nightmare. To you, the only disadvantage was that you weren’t taking the jet, the remainder of the team needed it, you’d be flying commercial.

You and Emily, however, were more than well prepared to have a girl’s week together off in the mountains, escaping into the small town to see what kind of fun you could find. You’d even splurged, using a bit of your own money to get a larger suite, one with a hot tub on the private balcony overlooking the mountains. One that you planned on drinking bottles of wine together in while gossiping and trash talking.

Which is why you were so surprised when you rounded the corner to your gate.

“Hotch?” You froze on the spot, confusion taking over your face at the sight of your Unit Chief standing in front of you. “Where’s Em? God, does Strauss think we need a babysitter or something?”

“No.” He chuckled at your instant annoyance, “Prentiss got specially requested for a case in New York.”

“Who has the power to pull that?”

“Her mother.”

“Ugh.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. The surprise was wearing off and you suddenly shifted uncomfortably, pulling your blazer tighter around you, feeling Hotch’s eyes on you.

It wasn’t that the man made you feel uncomfortable, no it certainly wasn’t that. It was that he made you feel absolutely flustered. Nights when you laid alone in your empty bed unable to sleep and your hands danced their way down your body, it was him that you were thinking of, pretending they were his fingers touching you, stretching you out. That it wasn’t a silicone toy but his cock filling you so perfectly while he husked dirty words into your ear. As a result, you generally kept your head down around him, did your work and went about your life. He wasn’t totally sure that if it was that you just didn’t like him, if there was some underlying issue you had with men in power, or if it was simply that you were attempting to respect his authority.

“Sorry,” he suddenly spoke, “for ruining whatever plans you and Prentiss had. I know the two of you are close.”

“Mmhmm.” You nodded, staring out the airport window “s’okay.”

“When we get there I’ll see about upgrading, try and get adjoining rooms or something.”

“Already did that.” Your eyes flicked back to him briefly, “got one of the larger two bedroom suites that close off with like, French doors or whatever. We were planning on,” your cheeks flushed suddenly, realizing you were about to admit to your boss that you were going to play hooky, “taking…advantage of as many amenities as we could.”

“Hmm.” He chuckled, watching the way you quickly looked away so you could watch the planes drive around on the tarmac, basically refusing to look at him, “I’m sure that was all Prentiss’ plan.” That earned a huff of a laugh from you but you still didn’t dare look him in the eye, “do you have any idea how many of these things I’ve been to over the years? Guess how many times I’ve ditched out on them.” He smiled softly when your eyes flicked back to him, “places like this always have the best scotch, and the bonus is that it’s free.”

You swore he winked at you, a grin on his face that sent tingles shooting through your body and you were incredibly thankful when they suddenly announced boarding. At the very least, you and Emily had also upgraded to business class, you wouldn’t have to worry about minimal personal space for the flight, there’d be a barrier between you and Hotch. While you were distracted with your phone, he’d managed to disappear and you weren’t entirely sure where to, but you took the opportunity to open your text messages.

‘I cannot believe you.’

‘Oh come on, like I’m happy about this either. A week with my mother?! Who’d they end up sending?’

‘Hotch…’

You didn’t have to imagine Emily’s laughter, you could practically feel it through the phone as the three little dots popped up, disappeared and then popped up again. She, of course, was the only one who knew about your crush on Hotchner, she’d been planning on teasing you about it all week, hoping that maybe you’d find some other brooding FBI agent to get under while out of town.

‘Maybe that’ll work out for you. You can enjoy the view and the hot tub with him, have a nice romantic weekend.’

‘I fucking hate you.’

The first two days of the conference were fine, you stayed out of Aaron’s way, went to the presentations you were speaking at and did the required amount of socializing. You found that he was usually gone before you in the mornings, but there was always fresh coffee in the pot waiting for you. He made sure to respect your space as much as he could, if he swung by the suite to change in the afternoon and you were there he wouldn’t linger, and he’d make sure to change in the bathroom.

Day three was a little more on the tedious side, sitting through a lecture you would have rather slept through, one that was meant more for younger agents but they’d asked someone from the BAU to sit in and help with the question period. You ran into Hotch at lunch and he inquired about your plans for the rest of the day now that the mandatory attendance parts were done, asking if maybe you wanted to explore the mountain town, maybe grab some dinner outside of the resort. You laughed awkwardly, praying your cheeks weren’t as hot as they felt and politely declined, he shrugged, teasing that you would be missing out, but to enjoy your night in. You were incredibly glad he wandered off after that, the butterflies in your stomach nearly too much to handle as you got accustomed to the more casual version of your boss.

Dinner was spent with an old friend from the academy, laughing as you caught up over multiple courses and a bottle of wine. You said an early goodnight to them, making your way back to your suite, happy to find it empty and your eyes drifted through the balcony window, lingering on the hot tub. Figuring there was no better time but the present you quickly stripped, changing into your bikini before swiping a bottle of wine from the fridge and a spare wine glass.

Aaron also ended up running into a couple of old friends while out in the town, friends who had worked this conference in the past and knew exactly where to go for the best meals and fanciest scotch. Free from the responsibility of running a team he had stated to loosen up on this work vacation, a little rougher around the edges, inhibitions lowered and that all remained when he returned to the hotel room. Toeing out of his shoes he hung up his coat before starting to unbutton his shirt as he moved through the room, wondering what was stashed in the bar that he could indulge into now, potentially coerce you into a drink with him at the very least.

He could hear music echoing from the balcony and his gaze got pulled out there where he caught sight of the steam rising from the hot tub into the cool night air. His eyes lingered on you, nestled in the corner of the tub you were fully settled into the padded seat, arms extended across the backs of it, your head titled back with your eyes closed as you relaxed, hair pulled up to the top of your head to keep it dry. He could see the shimmer of water and sweat on your skin and he instantly wanted to lick up the exposed column of your neck. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as his eyes sunk lower, not missing the curve of your chest just visible above the water, hot pink fabric clinging to your skin. You were at a complete level of peace that he’d never seen before and he couldn’t help but want to see more of it, want to explore how far he could push your boundaries and began to wonder just how professional he had to remain on this retreat.

Though of course, that had technically been his idea from the start.

As soon as Ambassador Prentiss called, Emily was groaning about how much of a waste it was that she was missing the conference. It only took a raised brow from him to get her to admit the plan was to ditch as much as the two of you could, that you’d splurged for the all inclusive package and a very private balcony and jacuzzi. He wasn’t assigned to take her place, and he didn’t jump at the offer to make it not so obvious, but no one else knew about the extra perks so he simply looked like he was taking one for the team.

Figuring it was now or never he retreated to his side of the suite, changing into his trunks before swiping a bottle of scotch and a glass.

You were more relaxed than you had been in ages, warm water bubbling around your body as the wine sunk into your system. The music soothed through you, pulling you further from reality and honestly, it was pretty nice to not be chasing after some psychopath right now, even if you were still kinda surrounded by talks of crime. You were almost considering calling Emily, checking in on how things were going with the team, updating her on how things were going here, no doubt she’d have mountains of questions and teasing about you sharing a suite with Hotch.

And that was exactly how and why you didn’t hear him come out onto the terrace.

“Think you can warm me up?”

His deep voice shook through the night air and you jumped, water splashing around you as your heart nearly burst through your chest while your eyes flew open.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” You swore, chest heaving as you finally took him in, trying not to gulp at his bare chest, “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Sorry.” He chuckled, ducking his gaze for a moment, watching the way you sunk further under the water to avoid his lingering eyes, “you mind if I join? Or I can come back later.” He lifted the bottle of liquor in his hand, “just thought maybe we could have a drink.”

“Oh, uh, yeah.” You shook your head, “that’s fine, come on in.” You shifted further into the corner of the tub, turning your back while Hotch got into the water, wiping your hands on the towel to check your phone, unsurprised to have a couple of messages from Em. Once the water settled, you refilled your wine glass, turning back to face him as you sunk into the seat again.

“This is nice.” He murmured softly, letting out a relaxed sigh before pouring out a drink, “you and Prentiss really have a hack for these conferences.”

“Mmmhmm.” You replied over the brim of your glass, taking a hefty swig.

“You get up to anything fun tonight?”

“Ran into a friend. Had dinner at the steakhouse downstairs.”

Hotch frowned lightly, he didn’t miss the way you’d tensed up a little bit once you’d realized he was there, once he was in such close proximity and under the water with you. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come back later? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“No!” You practically yelped, grimacing at how quick you were to keep him there, “I’m fine. Totally fine, promise. I just… you’re… my boss.” Your gaze was redirected into your wine glass, “never really seen you in anything other than a suit and now…” You blindly gestured in his direction and then to yourself with a little laugh, “and I don’t think a pink bikini is exactly business casual and it’s not exactly my classiest one… thought Em would be the only one seeing it.” You muttered and then let out a little gasp, suddenly glancing up, “not that I brought it so she could see it! We’re not… that’s… no… we’re friends, I don’t swing that way.”

This time Aaron laughed, taking a sip of his drink, “it’s fine. You need to relax, alright?” He raised his drink out to you and you timidly clinked your glass with his. “Enjoy this while you can.” He gestured to the view, the night sky painting the mountains in gorgeous colours, “besides,” he smirked across at you, “I’ve seen you undercover and a few of those outfits leave very little to the imagination.”

You glanced up to him, noticing the flush in his cheeks, the smirk on his lips before he took another swig of his drink. There was a gleam in his eye that you hadn’t seen before that you didn’t exactly recognize and if you’d known any better, you would’ve said he was flirting with you.

“Are… are you drunk?” You suddenly asked, nearly regretting it the moment you’d said it and he laughed again, a sight and sound that made your insides weak.

“I think I legally shouldn’t drive anywhere, but I’m still completely in control of myself.” He nodded toward the half empty bottle on your side of the jacuzzi, “are you alright?”

“I’m so sorry sir.” You blushed, ducking your eyes again, “that was inappropriate. And yeah, I’m totally fine, big lunch, big dinner, high tolerance.”

“Don’t worry about it.” His smile softened, “and you can drop the sir, we don’t need to keep up that professionalism right now.”

“Oh..” You sank deeper under the water, taking another sip of your drink. Part of you wanted to disappear while the other part of you wanted to complain you were overheating, pull yourself up onto the ledge of the tub and flaunt your half naked body. The desire to throw yourself at him was only a few glasses of wine away and you knew it. Instead, the two of you sunk into a semi comfortable silence as you continued to drink, watching the night sky.

“You know, your talk the other day was fantastic.” He spoke softly, his voice floating across the water to you, “better than any other profilers have done on the topic.”

“Thank you.” You mumbled quietly, risking a very quick glance up at him before you were staring at the horizon again. Hotch let another few moments of silence pass before he spoke up again, the corner of his mouth curving up when he asked you,

“Why so shy?”

That caught your attention, your eyes flying up to his as you clutched at your wine glass, “what?” He laughed, shaking his head at you.

“I’m just saying, you’ve been so reserved, aware, quiet on this trip. You almost seem to make yourself smaller whenever I’m around and I’m not sure if it’s because you only think of me as your boss or if I’ve done something to make you at unease.”

“Christ.” You muttered, “I thought we weren’t profiling this week.”

“Have… I done something?” He asked, near worry taking over his face and you were quick to drain your drink before jumping to action.

“No, absolutely not! Hotch, please, you’re like, the most respectful guy I know. You make me feel… well, a lot of things, but uncomfortable is not one of them.” The words slipped from your lips before you could even think about them and you glanced up, your cheeks burning to catch his eyes widening slightly before he grinned, his hand catching yours, grounding you from whatever spiral you were about to drown in.

“So tell me.” He murmured, his voice silky soft as it hit your ears, his thumb brushing over your knuckles and he gently tugged at your hand after your glass found home on the edge of the tub, “come here gorgeous.”

The pet name nearly made you melt the instant it had left his lips and you felt the fluttering between your legs as you willingly moved through the water when he softly pulled you to him once more. Your breath caught in your throat when he guided you to straddle his lap, one of his hands hesitantly resting on your hip under the water while the other continued to play with your fingers gently.

“Well?” He asked, glancing up at you with a devilish look in his eyes and you let out a low breath, “what do I make you feel?”

“Flustered.” You managed out, your heart ready to beat itself out of your chest, feeling his thumb rub against your bare skin under the water, encouraging more responses from you, “unfocused, distracted…”

“Hmm…” he leant in, pressing a tender kiss to the underside of your jaw, “is that all?”

“Christ, Hotch.” You muttered, your eyes nearly fluttering shut as his hand let go of yours, moving so his thumb and forefinger could pinch your chin softly.

“Aaron…” He insisted, his eyes boring into yours as you opened them and you nodded softly, nearly whimpering at the way his thumb shifted to trace your lower lip. “What else?”

“Absolutely and incredibly fucking turned on.”

“Is that so?” He murmured, tilting your head to the side so he could kiss your neck, his lips brushing across your skin as he spoke, “is that last part just right now?”

“All week.” You replied, your pulse racing as he continued to litter your skin with tender kisses “all the goddamn time…”

“You think about me a lot hmm?” He nipped at your neck and you gasped, your body jolting towards him under the water, “what do you think about me doing?” He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, pressing a kiss just below your ear, “hmm?”

“Aaron…” you breathed out, your head tilted back with your eyes shut as his lips continued to dance across your skin. His hand gently pinched at your hip under the water.

“Don’t go shy on me now, tell me.. what do you think about me doing?”

“K- kissing me.” You managed out, unsure whether the heat in your cheeks was from the water, the way you were already putty in his hands or embarrassment of admitting it to his face. A gasp broke free of your lips at the sensation of his hand tracing up and down your spine and you automatically arched toward him, “touching me…” The hand he had under the water toyed with the knot of your bikini on your back, his dry one moving back to your chin, tilting your face back to his.

“I want you to look at me when you say the next one.” His thumb traced your lips, “come on gorgeous girl, I know there’s more you like to think of me doing, what is it?”

“Fucking me…” Somehow you were able to hold his gaze while the words floated out of your mouth, it was likely because your brain was already in a haze, first the wine, then the heat and now utterly intoxicated by Hotch’s touch.

“Bet you think about that one the most, don’t you?” He asked with a grin and you couldn’t help but nod, “when you’re alone at night, touching yourself, pretending it’s me. Picturing me naked, my cock stretching you out until your legs are shaking and you’re seeing stars.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“Oh no,” he chuckled darkly, “I’ll have you screaming my name by the end of the night sweetheart, just wait.”

You let out a whimper, it was all you had time to do before Aaron sat forward, capturing your lips in a heated kiss that swallowed down any further noise coming from you. The kiss was full of fire, Aaron quickly dominating it and you were completely happy to let it happen, sinking deeper into his arms as yours looped around his shoulders. His dry hand slid up the back of your neck, fingers sinking into your hair while the other hand ventured further south, groping at the globe of your ass. You let out a small moan into the kiss, giving his tongue access to your mouth and he eagerly dove in. You could taste the scotch on him as your tongue danced with his, the smallest hint of a cigar from earlier and you couldn’t help but groan, your hands starting to play with his hair.

He pulled back ever so softly, nipping at your lip quickly before his mouth trailed across the side of your jaw, he left a feather light kiss behind your ear that caused you to let out an airy breath, your head lolling back and he felt himself twitch, hardening in his trunks. His mouth pressed lazy kisses down your neck before he made home in the crook of your neck, alternating between kissing, sucking and biting.

“Oh Aaron…” You shifted in his lap, lightly grinding against his cock and he let out a low groan onto your skin, his hands clutching you impossibly close to him. He raised his face, eyes dark with arousal as he gazed across at you before his lips found yours again and you were moaning into the kiss, grinding harder down onto his lap, a small gasp leaving your lips when you felt him getting harder underneath you.

Aaron couldn’t get enough of you, he wanted more, he wanted all of you, he wanted his hands and mouth everywhere all at once, he was drunk on your kisses alone and craved every inch of you. The lingering of your perfume was wafting through his senses, the way your lips moved against his made his cock utterly ache as you brushed against it. As much as he wanted to bend you over right then and there he would be completely satisfied just kissing you all night, the internal battle doing its best to figure out what he wanted to act on while your fingertips scratched as his head. You only broke the kiss when you felt like you couldn’t breath anymore, gasping for air, your eyes half shut, forehead resting against his while his hands soothed up and down your sides.

“God…”

“Still not the right name.” He teased, pulling a small laugh from you, one that you opened your eyes at, sitting back every so slightly before pressing a quick kiss to his lips. His hands trailed up your arms, coming to rest at the base of your neck, gently tugging at your bikini strings. “May I?”

“Mmhm.” You nodded with a wicked grin while your own hands splashed behind you to undo that knot and Hotch let the fabric fall from your skin, not even noticing it float away in the water as you sat up. His eyes raking down your body and over your chest, letting out a groan at the slight bounce as you settled, the way the water dripped down your tits, nipples hard in the cool air.

“Gorgeous girl.” He murmured, his hands gently groping your chest, squeezing your tits, thumbs flicking over your nipples and you moaned softly. “Such pretty sounds too.” You giggled softly, feeling the heat creeping back into your cheeks as his full attention was on your half naked body. His hands continued to play with your chest, rolling your nipples between his thumb and forefinger while yours came up to cup his face, ducking to kiss him again, unable to get enough.

Moaning softly into the kiss, his hands squeezing at your chest, you ground down onto his lap harder, feeling the bulge building between his legs. Your tongue dove into his mouth, doing what you could to keep control of yourself as he increased the pressure on your chest, pinching your nipples. After a few moments he broke the kiss, eager to duck down and suck a nipple in between his lips, teeth scraping against the pert bud. Your hands wrapped around his head, threading into his hair as you held him tighter to you,

“Fuck Aaron…” You groaned and you felt his lips curve up into a grin against your skin.

“That’s it sweetheart.” He murmured, blowing cold air onto your nipple before swapping to the other side, “say my name.”

“God Aaron,” your fingers tightened in his hair, nails scratching at his head, “that feels so good.”

He groaned in response, teeth scraping against your tender skin before he pulled off your chest, burying his face between them to leave a trail of kisses all the way up your neck before kissing you deeply again. When he finally pulled away this time his hands wrapped around your waist, lifting you while he stood,

“Up.” He instructed, “out.”

“Why?” You half laughed, finding your balance on your feet in the water as his arm wrapped around your waist.

“Well I can’t fuck you in the hot tub gorgeous.” He husked against your lips before picking you up in his arms, guiding you to wrap your legs around his waist and he was finally able to get you out of the tub.

Lips pressed against yours, tongue sliding back into your mouth he carried you back into the suite, managing to snag a towel from the back of the chair to toss down onto the bed before he let go of your legs. You let out a whine at the loss of contact, staying up on your toes to not break the kiss and he chuckled into your lips, hands groping at your ass. His hand cradled your face, pulling an inch away from you,

“Lie back gorgeous.” He muttered, stealing another kiss before nudging you back towards the bed, “I want to know how pretty you sound when you come.”

You collapsed down onto the bed and Hotch was quick to gently drop over you, catching himself with his hands as he caged you into the bed, his lips kissing at your skin again. Your arms wound around him, pulling him closer to you as your lips found his, tongue easily sliding into your mouth when he deepened the kiss. You moaned softly against his lips, back arching off the bed as your hips rocked up, eager for more friction. He let out a low groan at the feeling of you brushing against his cock through thin fabric, feeling himself throb inside his shorts. His free hand slid down your body, swiftly untying one knot of your bikini bottoms and then the other, pulling them away from your body while you lifted your hips to help before he was tossing them behind him.

Aaron cupped between your legs, palm rubbing on your clit while his fingers massaged your wetness, pressing against you, teasing you slightly as you whined into the kiss. A finger slid through your folds, spreading your juices around your cunt, dampening his fingers before he brought them up to your clit, rubbing slow circles on it.

“Aaron… please..” You whined, hips rocking up to his touch as you clutched him tighter to you.

He chuckled softly, finger dipping back down before it sunk into your pussy, pumping a few times before he added a second one. “Already so wet for me.” He husked into your ear, crooking his fingers in search of the sensitive spot inside you as he continued to pump his hand between your legs.

“Fuck…” you moaned, your body sinking into the lush bed as sparks began to fly under your skin, pleasure fluttering through you while his lips returned to yours, swallowing down your noises. His fingers twisted and scissored inside you, stretching out your warm walls while they skillfully fucked you. He curled them again and you broke the kiss with a gasp, body shivering against the bed as your eyes scrunched shut. You could feel your pussy pulsing around his fingers and you were sure your juices were dripping down his wrist already at this point. His nose nudged at your chin, giving him access to your neck again, nipping and sucking the sensitive skin while his fingers continued to toy with you. “Please…” you panted, “please fuck me already.”

Aaron’s breath was hot on your neck as he huffed out a laugh, pressing a kiss to your lips before he pulled away, sitting up on his knees between your legs, watching his fingers disappear into you for a few more thrusts before pulling them out of your cunt and sucking them into his mouth. He let out a groan at the taste of your juices, his cock aching at the thought of truly tasting you, wishing that he had more time but you were already whining again and he didn’t want to tease you anymore than he already had. Shifting, he quickly tugged his shorts off and his cock sprung free, hard and throbbing, he wrapped a hand around it, smearing the pre cum as he pumped himself a few times, his eyes falling shut while he let out a heavy sigh before a realization washed over him.

“Fuck.”

“What?” You asked, your eyes flying open, widening slightly at the sight in front of you now that he was completely naked.

“I don’t have any condoms.”

“I’m clean.” Was your immediate response, not wanting to delay things any longer, “and I’ve got an implant.”

“Are you sure?” He asked softly and you nodded eagerly.

“Please Aaron..” you whimpered, “I need you…”

He leant forward, hand guiding his cock, rubbing it through your lower lips, smearing your juices around it as you let out a small gasp before he sunk fully into you and you both let out a satisfied moan.

“God you’re tight.” He muttered, dropping over you again, burying his face into the crook of your neck as your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him impossibly deep inside you. “Fuck…” He stayed still for a moment, feeling you fluttering around him, he knew if he tried to move he risked coming incredibly early, he was already throbbing.

“Fuck you feel so good.” You murmured, arms squeezing at him gently, moaning when he nipped at your skin and that was enough to get him going.

He set a steady pace, plunging into you with a roll of the hips, cock dragging over every inch of your walls, hitting the right spots with each thrust. You clung onto him, your hips rocking up off the bed to meet his with every push, your moans getting louder as he fucked you, pleasure soaring through your body.

“Fuck…” you whined, “harder Aaron, please.”

He pushed himself up, sitting back on his haunches while he grabbed one of your legs, resting it on his shoulder groaning when he slipped even deeper into your pussy. You gasped softly, your hands clutching at the bedspread while his hips came crashing into yours, the noises leaving your lips more frequent, your eyes scrunching shut.

“Christ,” he swore at the way you pulsed around him, squeezing him tight, the coil building deep inside his gut as he watched himself disappear into your cunt. His hands grabbed your hips, lifting them off the bed as he continued to snap his hips into you and you cried out at the new angle, your pussy clenching down around him. “Gon’ need you to come sweetheart.” He grunted, “m’not gonna last.”

“Don’t stop.” You groaned, fire prickling under your skin as your body shivered, “oh fuck!”

Aaron reached down with one hand, pads of his fingers rubbing furiously at your clit and your body shook, hips jolting as he continued to pound into you. You felt the pleasure burst, pussy clenching around his thick cock, juices dribbling across your skin as you cried out.

“Oh god Aaron!” Your hips jumped in his hands, body shaking, thighs clenching around him as your peak hit, a chorus of his name and breathy swears escaping your lips, floating around the room just enough to drive him absolutely wild. “Fuck… yes! Oh fuck Aaron.”

He didn’t let up, thrusting faster, the pressure on your clit harder as he leant forward, driving into you harder as he started to chase his own peak. He grunted, hips nearly faltering as your pussy continued to flutter around him, his arm winding tightly around your waist, holding you to him.

“C’mon gorgeous. You’ve got one more in you. Come again for me.”

You let out a whine, your hands gripping at his body, nails digging into his skin and you swore you practically blacked out when your second orgasm hit, letting out a cry as you tensed in his arms, twitching as you whimpered. Aaron groaned, fucking into you a few more times as his hips faltered and he sunk into your cunt with one last heavy thrust, hissing as he came, spilling into your pussy.

Panting, he gently collapsed over you, arms winding tighter around you in an effort to solidify this moment into his memory, not wanting to forget the way you looked, the way you felt wrapped around his cock, the noises you made when you came, how your lips felt on his skin, the sweetness of your taste. Under him you were slowly catching your breath, a happy hum leaving your lips when he placed a kiss onto your shoulder. One of your hands gently ran up and down his back and you felt him relax deeper into you, letting out a soft moan. Finally he pulled his head up enough to kiss you, lips moving lazily together until he gently rolled off you onto his side, letting out a quiet hiss as his cock slipped out of your warmth. You rolled toward him, happily accepting the arm he swung over waist as he pulled you toward him again, ducking down to nip at the tender spot forming on your neck before kissing you softly.

“Well that’s one way to enjoy a conference.” You murmured, your lips curving up into a grin and he huffed out a laugh, eyes sparkling down at yours.

“Fuck the conference. Let me give you a reason to stay in bed.”

“Is that an order Agent Hotchner?” You asked with raised brow and he smirked.

“A direct one.” He kissed you again, lips brushing yours as he spoke, “no way either of us is leaving this suite ‘til Friday. That’s why room service was invented.”

“I don’t think that’s right, but I’m not going to argue.”

“Oh but you love to prove you’re right.” He teased, smiling as you rolled him onto his back.

“Yeah, but I can think of a few better uses for my mouth right now.”

Aaron’s suggestion was exactly the way you spent the next two days, tangled in each other’s limbs, sheets barely covering bodies while you discovered every inch of the other persons skin. By Friday afternoon you knew just exactly how to touch each other so that you would see stars every single time. Aaron was about to suggest staying the weekend for a few more days of bliss when his phone went off and you were both called back to work. The team was already on the jet, meaning you were flying commercia to California to meet them there.

You were immediately roped into a coffee run with Emily, even if it was only to the breakroom and back, she had to get her complaints out about the days with her mother and honestly, wanted to know how things went being trapped in a hotel with Hotch all week. Scooping up your coffee you snagged a granola bar from the shelf, wandering back down the hall to the team as you caught up, you shoved the bar into your pocket so you could pull open the door and your hand hit something metal, your brow furrowing as you stalled in your tracks. In turn, Emily pulled open the door, propping it so Hotch could step through, no doubt on his way to secure his own caffeine, nodding to the both of you as he said a quick thanks.

“Aaron!” You called after him, having now pulled the item out of your pocket, realizing it was his watch and he turned back to you just in time to catch it as you tossed it to him. His head titled in confusion, glancing up at you as he slid it back onto his wrist, “you left it in the bin when we went through security, I forgot I grabbed it.”

“Thanks.” A flash of a smile crept onto his lips before he turned away, making his way down the hall.

“Oh… my god.” Emily quietly gasped, smacking your arm, “you hooked up and you weren’t planning on fucking telling me?!”

“What?” Your eyes shot to her, quickly stepping through the door to make sure Hotch wouldn’t hear you, “no. Em, don’t be ridiculous.”

“Please. When have you ever called him Aaron before? And I did not miss that hickey on his neck.”

Your eyes widened quickly, remembering how you’d made home in the crook of his neck while riding him, his arms wound around you, squeezing you softly as his cock plunged into your cunt. It was the same round he’d lavished your chest, his mouth barely leaving them, under your shirt you had your own set of hickeys and bite marks littered across your body. The memories were enough to bring a tingling down south, desire beginning to flood through you as heat crept into your cheeks. That of course was enough for Emily to confirm that her suspicions were right, trying not to gape as she attempted to form a coherent response. Before she could though, Hotch came back through the door, already hanging up a call from Garcia.

“Prentiss, take JJ and head down to talk to the family, Agent,” he turned to you, “grab your coat we’re going to the crime scene.”

“Yes sir.” You nodded, your cheeks flushing at the use of the title already and a possessive look shot through his eyes lightning fast, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a very brief smirk that Emily caught and did her best to hold back a laugh. He was back across the room in an instant, handing out tasks to the rest of the team and Emily pinched at your arm.

“Well, get ready for round two in the car.” She teased and you turned to her with a smug grin.

“More like round eleven.”

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sashi-ya · 8 months

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ part one: Aizen, Byakuya, Ukitake, Shunsui, ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤUryu, Äs, Kenpachi.

♡ tw: pregnancy symptoms. fluff, a lot of fluff. ♡ wc: mini scenarios ~3k total. ♡ coming next in part two ➛ kisuke, shuuhei, shinji, ichigo, ryuuken ➛ you can request for others.

𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞. The man that has everything planned, widened his chocolate orbs once the unexpected happened. It didn’t take him much to discover the truth, not because you wanted to hide it but because it was clear to him. Your body had changed; the little differences in your physique didn’t match the characteristics he had studied so exhaustingly about you. Those weren’t normal fluctuations in weight nor your cups size. But mostly, he noticed it on the way your hips slightly began to adapt to prepare for nine months ahead. Something that, inside of his own twisted thoughts, made his heart beat go faster.

The black tea he was sipping that morning fogged his glasses, he still uses them to read. However, the many technical and biological aspects of hollowification were set aside for as long as you watched through the windows of squad five on an autumn day. Sosuke took his glasses off and stood up, as always, in the only way he knows how to… dominantly, like there was nothing nor anybody above himself. Big hands reached for your hip bones, nose that traced a perfect warmth path from the crook of your neck to your ear. “How many weeks?” he asked, because he knew. “I am not sure… are you mad?” you asked back, knowing this could potentially ruin his plans. “Hmm…Mad…? How could I?” he answered. You watched his smile suddenly go from a smirk to a soft, soft expression. Sosuke melt, Sosuke felt like he wasn’t as lonely in this world as he used to think he was…

𝐊𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚. Mornings have never been really lively; those days in which he calmly sat on his special chair, drinking his tea while you still stay in bed suddenly got interrupted by a rather suspicious behaviour coming from you. Two mornings in which you ran to the bathroom covering your mouth were enough to set the alarms for the Kuchiki clan head. “She is sick. SHE IS SICK” he panicked. Not again, not again… he felt once again the fright, the fear of losing his lover. Byakuya didn’t need much more to ask you, however the idea of pregnancy -even for one of the most intelligent minds of the Seireitei- never crossed his mind. By the third day, in which you thought you could run faster than him, his foot stopped the door from closing. “I called Dr. Yamada Seinosuke, he is coming to check on you” those cold words sounded like an order, yet, he was as scared as a lonely child. Byakuya felt unable to express any other feeling, if any at all. All the progress he made, seemed to be lost in just a matter of seconds. His hands couldn’t touch you; his arms couldn’t hold you. Deep blue eyes had turned every shade of black, and once again he felt himself drowning into the deepest waters of his inner world. “I am not sick, Byakuya…” you murmured, after washing your mouth with a soft smile and your hands over your belly. “I’m sure you can quite understand why I am feeling this way…” Oh, how to repeat the way those deep blue eyes suddenly became the colour of a summer sky.

𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐔𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞. You weren’t nauseous. You didn’t even notice at first. But he did. Somehow, without even knowing, every night in your sleep your hands reached for his and dragged them to your belly. It was as if you were asking him to protect something sacred. And he could tell a piece of his own soul nested in yours, safely resting, surrounded by the purest love. His long locks rained on your cheek, on that morning in which snow as white as them covered the green hills of the Seireitei. “I am sure there is something you need to tell me…” he whispered, caressing your cheek with the softest kiss. “Wh-wha-t….?” your lips began to tremble, many tears sprouted from your sleepy eyes. It was as if those words where the sudden revelation of something “you didn’t know you already knew” “I will protect both of you, even if it might cost my life… you two will be always first”

𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐮 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐢. He noticed something had changed the moment he came home and discovered you sleeping on the couch made into a ball. What is happening with his lively sweet doll? Why is she sad? What is going on? “Honey… what is going on? I’m sorry it took me a little bit more to come back home, being the general Taicho keeps me a lot more busier…” he sadly whispered in your ear, as he lifted you up and carried you to bed. The scent of his skin immediately brings a soothing effect to your unknown cause of anguish. You were a total mess of emotions that you couldn’t handle all alone, and you didn’t even know why it was happening to you. Shunsui put you in bed, and when he got inside the sheets you immediately snuggled against his wide chest. “I… I don’t know why I am so sad, but I’m so glad you are back” you whispered, kissing a patch of slight caramel skin. His hands instantly landed on the crown of your head, pulling you closer, surrounding you with the type of paternal care and protection he had always had. “You know, maybe it is that time of the month…” he dared to murmur, sure he was about to get a soft punch coming from you. Of course, not everything In a woman’s life has to do with her… hormones… You widened your eyes, blinking rapidly while looking at a clueless Kyoraku. “I… it’s- been- two months…” your lips trembled. You suddenly realized that, while lost into nightly sex sessions with him, your period -nor Shunsui’s cream pie kink- represented a problem to you. “YOU DON’T MEAN… YOU – AM I GOING TO BE A DADDY????? I AM GONNA BE A DADDY!!!! CALL ME DADDY, OK?” “Shunsui, for the love of God… I need to take a test- we-” you giggled, still amazed and unsure but excited.

𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐙𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢. Carrying every child he could find in the Seireitei on his shoulders, Kenpachi is the ultimate father. He doesn’t even have to try. He never cared for your period, it never represented something that could stop him to love you and your body. In fact, the messier the better. However, those moments began to be absent, and he didn’t take much to realize. During that spring night, in which he indulged in some sake with his subordinates, he suddenly popped a question to them. “Oi, my woman hasn’t got her period in two months… what the fuck?” Yumichika choked with his drink, while Ikkaku definitely spitted all the contents of his mouth in a violent motion. “TAICHO?” the beautiful Shinigami asked, once he had recovered the composure. “TAICHO… ARE YOU SURE?” he continued. “Yeah. What is it?” Zaraki asked, confused by their sudden reaction -and honestly about to laugh at Ikakku turning red, even his head, from how much he was coughing- “She could be pregnant, Taicho… are you gonna be a father?” Yumichika assumed, particularly amazed by how his captain was asking something so important and yet so obvious as if it was nothing. Kenpachi’s eyes suddenly turned from wild to more softened ones. He left the sake bottle down and stood up. With no words said, he left, leaving his subordinates astonished. A loud thump on the door, woke you up all of a sudden. You sit down on the bed, not sure whether to grab your zanpakuto or not until you noticed the topping huge silhouette of your brute lover. “Kenny, the fuck is going on?” you ask, while grazing your right eye. “ARE YOU PREGNANT WOMAN?” he asked, shouting, and desperately requiring for you to give him the truth. You gasp. You hadn’t even taken a test yet and even if it was pretty possible, how did he notice? “HOW? I DON’T KNOW YET” you told him, urging him to close the door. You didn’t really want the whole barracks to know. Kenny sat right by your side and cupped you to his lap. “Come’ere…” he murmured, nuzzling on your hair. He was holding you with the care someone would have to grab a piece of silk paper. He scoffed, sweetly with his eyes shut and a big smile adorning his sharp manly features. “Nhh… yes, yes yes yes!!!” he celebrated, ripping the most beautiful smile from your lips.

𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐔𝐫𝐲𝐮. “Dr. Ishida, you have another patient” his secretary informed him by the end of his shift. “I have received every kid on the agenda for the day, is it urgent?” Uryu asked, he was used to treating kids whenever there was an emergency. Some paediatric patients can’t wait. “Well, is not urgent but the mother requested me with urgency that you please take a look at her baby” she said, walking into his office with two papers in her hands. She handed them to Uryu who soon discovered the next patient wasn’t even born yet. “But… (secretary name), this is a pregnancy test… I am not an obstetrician I shouldn’t- plus, whose tests are these? They don’t even have the name of the patient” the Quincy doctor stood up, a little annoyed and confused. “The patient is waiting on the ultrasound room; she has been already connected to the heart monitor by Nurse Inoue. Just please give the preggo lady a look. She specifically requested for a check-up by Dr. Ishida Uryuu” the secretary said, giggling and leaving the room as fast as possible. Uryuu remained silent for a few minutes, listening to those accelerated heartbeats coming from a few doors away. Even if he is a peadiatrician, OB and Neo are also located in the same floor as his, in his father’s hospital. He smiled sweetly, the sound of a new life thriving to become a beloved child in some months always melts his heart. He should go back home soon, but he couldn’t help it… there was something in that sweet beating melody that put a big smile on his face and called him to listen to it for a longer time. He put his coat on and thought of texting you “I’ll be home in a couple of minutes, just an urgent consult and I’ll be free” but he didn’t. He thought you were tired of excuses and him coming home late. Cleaning his glasses, he entered the ultrasound room, presenting himself without taking a look at the patient immediately. “Good afternoon, I’m Dr. Ishida. The secretary told me you request- (Name)…?” he stopped his words, discovering your barely bumpy belly and the sound of that heart coming from within you. “Good afternoon, Dr. Ishida. Would you like to meet the love of your life?” His eyes become waterfalls, Uryuu couldn’t move for a couple of seconds. He then, sat right by your side and with a soft peck on your lips, he whispered a heartfelt “Thank you, my love”…

𝐀̈𝐬 𝐍𝐨̈𝐝𝐭.

There was a time, where things were different. Where Äs didn’t feel pain, nor loneliness. A different outcome, where his body cured and the first steps out of that hospital were given holding her warm hand in his. No pain, no war, nor powers, nor Kings. It had been difficult to adapt for him; he didn’t know exactly what it was to make love. But he learned, naturally, by the calling of his heart and his needs. He also didn’t know what it was to love and be loved, but he discovered he didn’t need to try with you. And slowly but surely, a new family of you and him, happened. “Do you think I could be a good father someday?” he asked, while playing with your hair on a very orange sunset in the garden of your little house. “You wanna be a father, Äs?” you asked back, a little surprised by the right timing of his questioning. “I am a little scared… well, not a little… I am afraid of not being able to be one” he answered, looking right towards the fiery clouds of an autumn afternoon. His paler complexion, kissed by the dying sun rays, reminded you of those days in which it was too painful to be touched; and how hope was all that it was needed to progress. You look towards the crunchy leaves underneath your feet, and then grabbed his slim cold hand. “Follow me inside, there is something I need to show you…” “My dear Äs, I am about to grant you with a big power right now. Would you accept it?” you ask, covering his eyes with a black face mask that had been hanging there since covid. “What- yes? But what is it? You are scaring me” he murmured, confused. “Give me your hands” you ordered him, depositing something fluffy on his palms. When you took off the mask off his face, his black orbs fixed on the white pair of booties on his hands. “This…” “I am giving you a very strong power, the “F” one… Äs, you are gonna be a father… a fantastic father”

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myshiningdesire · 1 year

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➤ RECONSIDERED DECISIONS

chapter one, the settled plan.

onceler x fem reader

𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗧: WHEN THE ONCELER IS ON HIS WAY TO CREATE THE THNEED, BUT REALIZES THAT THE TREES NEED TO BE REPLANTED IN ORDER FOR THE EARTH TO STAY ALIVE. SO WHO ELSE TO ASK BUT HIS WONDERFUL GIRLFRIEND, Y/N.

[☁️] / [🍋] the more mature bits are going to come much more later in the series.

lovers to enemies

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his hair was a mess, you’d think he had just woken up from a nap, but he didn’t. his guitar wasn’t anywhere visible, which you found suspicious, due to the fact that he brought it along with him. you had assume that had something to do with the people.

he moved forward, but instead of looking like walking it looked like jelly jiggling around. he had walked until he had come face to face with you. he tilted his head up so he could face you, but to be face to face to your back. “are you alright?” you asked, as you finished washing the last dish, finally turning to look at him.

“no.” his voice had sounded stressed, dry. like he hadn’t drank water in hours. “what’s the matter?” you asked. “the crowd.. I don’t think they liked my thneed.” he said, quietly but loud enough to be considered above a whisper. he had fell into your arms, so you had decided to rest on the bed, as he sulks in your arms.

“where is it?” you asked, curiously. if his thneed wasn’t here, you’d expect that somebody bought it, if he hadn’t looked so blue. “I threw it. there’s no point in trying to sell it if nobody’s going to want it.” he huffs in your arms, as you frown along with him, running your fingers through his black hair, hoping to comfort him.

the silence was tense, but still comforting, soon to be broke. “the lorax,” he says. “he thinks I’m ruining the earth.” he finishes, as you sighed. ‘he is technically ruining the earth,’ you thought to yourself. ‘he just cut down a truffula tree with no good purpose, besides for a little accessory called a thneed. lord knows when he’d start cutting them down left and right. one day we just might need to purchase bottled air due to this man.’

you grunted, adjusting your position. “you know, once.” you say, as he hums in response, still sounding dull. “If you are going to cut down the trees, you might need somebody to help replant them. who knows, maybe this’ll help your cause.” you say, leaving him to think.

“I won’t leave the decision to you. starting tomorrow I will start planting more of those pom pom trees.” you say, as you settle down in the bed, as he chuckles at what you called them.

he laid beside you, feeling warm. “I’ll always remember you when I become famous.” he says, smiling, as you laughed slightly. “don’t worry I’ll make sure you do.” you say, as the two of you slowly drift off to sleep, hoping for the best.

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part two is coming soon.

#onceler x reader #the lorax #onceler #barbaloots 🔛🔝⁉️🗣🗣🔥🔥

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siriuslysapphicmoony · 2 months

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evanesco — word count: 699

@wolfstarmicrofic

Lately, Sirius has been spending a quite embarrassing amount of time staring at his most recent purchase. He takes the small black box he keeps hidden in his makeup bag and stares at it in admiration and excitement. He imagines what it’ll feel like to finally propose. What will Remus think about it? Will he like it? Will he wear it every day? Will he stare at it the way Sirius is staring at it now, imagining what it’ll look like on Remus’ finger?

Sirius has been so taken by fantasising about his boyfriend that he hasn’t noticed said boyfriend has come back earlier.

“What’re you doing, love?” Remus asks casually.

Sirius is startled. So fucking startled that, panicking, he murmurs an evanesco and makes the little box and the ring disappear.

“What did you just vanish?” Remus asks, this time with amusement in his voice.

“Nothing.” Sirius is shaking. He almost ruined everything.

“Should I be concerned?”

“No– No, I— It’s nothing.”

He's stumbling on his words. Great. Now Remus will think he has some dark, deep secret.

“Sirius,” Remus takes a step forward, clearly concerned. “Are you ashamed of something? What did you just hide? I wouldn’t judge you for whatever it is, you know that, right?”

“I— yeah, sure. It wasn’t that— it was just— can we not talk about it, please?”

Remus frowns. He looks suspicious and amused at the same time.

“Was it porn?” he asks then, raising an eyebrow. The little menace.

Sirius huffs out a relieved chuckle. “Yeah, yeah, it was porn.” He hopes he sounds convincing enough.

A bit passes.

“Do you— do you happen to still have your transfiguration notes on how to summon back something that's been vanished?”

It's been a while since Hogwarts, it's been about 15 years since he's learned that spell and it doesn't happen often that he needs to undo a vanishing spell. He's pretty sure it's never happened before.

“Sure,” Remus looks really amused. Like he's really enjoying himself. “I'll give them to you if you show me what you were looking at.”

Aaaand Sirius is panicking again.

“Why did you vanish it anyway? Didn’t think I would judge you for it, did you? Or thought I would be jealous?”

“Something like that,” Sirius mutters, not really convincingly.

“Sweetheart,” Remus murmurs and he steps forward, reaching for Sirius’ hand and softly brushing the back of it. “There's nothing you could do that I'd possibly be judgmental of. And porn magazines don't count as cheating. You can show them to me. It could be fun.”

Remus sounds really reassuring. He even winks and Sirius is utterly in love with him.

He nods. Hoping this mess will somehow work out.

A few minutes later

“Here's my notes,” Remus says.

“Thank you, babe.”

Remus looks at him expectantly.

“I— can I have a bit of privacy for it?”

“You're still ashamed of it? Sirius, you've never been ashamed of this stuff.”

Sirius sighs as he quickly scans the notes. A warm fondness in his heart as he looks at teenage Remus' handwriting.

He panicks when he reads that you can't let too much time pass if you want your object back exactly as it was.

“Listen, Moony, I'll explain later,” he says and basically flees and locks himself in their room.

He eventually does manage to get Remus' engagement ring back.

“You don't want to show me then?”

“Can you please let it go, Moony? I'll explain everything, I swear. I just can't right now.”

“You're acting weird.”

“Do you trust me?”

Remus sighs. “Of course I trust you.”

Sirius has to propose earlier than initially planned. He just has. He can't let the love of his life think he's hiding something from him. Well, he technically is hiding something. But still.

two days later

When Sirius finally proposes and Remus has said yes and the ring is on his finger and their eyes are wet with tears, Remus gasps as realisation hits him.

“Merlin’s pants. You had vanished my ring, hadn't you? The other night. It was the ring!”

Sirius smiles sheepishly and Remus kisses him and laughs into the kiss. “You're such a lovely idiot.”

#wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar fanfiction #fanfiction #marauders #remus x sirius #sirius black #sirius black x remus lupin #remus loves sirius #remus lupin #sirius loves remus #remus lupin x sirius black #dead gay wizards #wolfstar proposal #idiots in love #established relationship #older wolfstar

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imabeautifulbutterfly · 30 days

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How about 17 and 46 with Rex??? Only if u want to!!!

Hello gorgeous @skyofnostars,

You're so sweet. Of course, I want to.

I hope you'll enjoy this one. I was debating on which way I wanted this to go, but I'm happy with how it turned out. Also the story got away from me, so enjoy the 1400 words.

Love oo,

The Kiss

Warnings: Angst, kissing, drunken state, loss of life, Krell era, comfort, misunderstanding, I think that's it. If I miss any please let me know.

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Rex sat in his office going over several datapads reviewing the reports from several Majors, Lieutenants and Sergeants, each discussing from their own point of view how the battle progressed. Technically, some of this should’ve been handled by the General, but right now … they had to deal with General Krell, and he wasn’t going to let his man have to put up with anymore of his tyrannical way of thinking.

His eyes looked over the list of soldiers that had been lost from Krell’s last battle plan, his heart tightening with each name, each brother now gone. Simply because that Jedi … no, he’s no Jedi. He’s a monster. A vile excuse for a man who was currently in charge, at least until General Skywalker came back.

The Captain rolled his neck side to side, closing his eyes, trying to silence the anger and frustration that had grown within him. Why did General Skywalker have to be called away now? No, why did they have to be stuck with a General that clearly didn’t care about his troops.

You slowly made your way to Rex’s office, you were dreading having to face Rex, not only did you have to turn in your own report, but on top of all the other issues between you and Rex right now, you were going to have to apologize for your actions on the field. Krell pushed your buttons and you lashed out at him, well not just Krell, but also at Rex, it wasn’t Rex’s fault, you knew that; but it was all too much. Then to make matters worse he was the one who saved you, when you were getting ready to punch Krell.

He stood in front of you, dressing you down in front of the General. Telling you to learn your place. You knew he did it, so the General wouldn’t have an excuse to step in; it was embarrassing and awful, but he did save you; saved you from a court martial or worse, at least.

Maker, why was it so hard to be around him, now?

For a long time Rex and you were friends. It was an almost instantaneous friendship from the moment you two met. Then one night, one stupid drunken night at 79s you accidentally kissed him, which simultaneously sobered you up and ruined the friendship you both had.

After that night Rex kept his distance, the first real conversation you had with him was when you were yelling at him and General Krell, and he yelled back at you. Which wasn’t even a conversation, really.

Yet, now there were no more options left, as much as he wanted to avoid you, he’d have no option but to talk to you. Especially, since you had concerns about Krell.

You took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

A moment was all you needed as you steadied your breath, before walking in. You stood at attention, waiting for Rex to acknowledge your presence.

He took a second to calm his nerves, his eyes refusing to meet yours.

“Lieutenant.”

“Captain, I’m here to give you my report.”

You held out the datapad to him, your heart aching, missing the camaraderie you both had once enjoyed. You missed it all, the joking, the laughing, the subtle flirting from your end, it had all stopped after that kiss.

He drew a clear line between you two and that was all there was to it.

“You can just leave it on the desk,” he focused his attention back on the report in front of him.

He wanted to look at you, he wanted to talk to you, but he didn’t deserve that. Especially, since when you drunkenly kissed him, it had been the most perfect kiss he ever imagined he could’ve had with you. He enjoyed the feel of your lips on his, the warmth from your breath gently washing over his skin, the weight of you in his arms, the way you made him feel, it was everything he could’ve possibly wanted. It was then he realized how much he cared for you. How much he wanted something more with you, but that wasn’t possible.

He felt as though he’d abused your kindness, your friendship. He felt ashamed to be near you.

You let out a sigh as you looked at him, “Will you ever look me in the eyes again?”

Rex didn’t have it within himself to answer you, much less to look at you.

You’d done this, you’d ruined your friendship. If you hadn’t been so drunk that night, if you hadn’t pushed the limits of your friendship none of this would be happening.

“I’m sorry.” You started, “I’m sorry for overstepping that night and kissing you,” Rex lifted his eyes to look at you, his heart tightened when he heard you regretted kissing him. His eyes took in all your features, studying each section of your face. Maker, how he missed your face, missed you. “Anyway, I just wanted to say thank you for protecting me with Krell. I know I really put my foot in it and if it wasn’t for you stepping in and covering over what I said or was about to do …”

“Well you always manage to make my life interesting,” he smirked as he looked at you, “I’m just glad I stopped you off before you actually hit him. Truthfully, I didn’t want him to demote you or kick you out of the GAR, so I went a bit extra.”

“It’s fine, and you know, even if he didn’t react at that moment, I have a feeling he’s going to get back at me, one way or another. He may be a Jedi, but I think even he would think twice before going against someone related to one of the Republic Senators.”

“I highly doubt that would’ve phased him.”

“Probably not.” You smiled as you looked at him, “I am sorry about everything. I’m sorry I ruined our friendship that night and … I know you don’t feel comfortable around me …”

“Wait,” Rex held up his hand, “Do you think I’m avoiding you because … I’m mad at you or something?”

“Aren’t you?”

Rex closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, running his hands over his face, “No.” He stood from his seat and walked over to you. As he looked into your eyes, he felt his heart start to beat faster, he slowly reached up his hand gently caressing your cheek. “Cyar’ika, the reason I was avoiding you was because … if I didn’t I would’ve overstepped. The moment you kissed me, I realized I was in love with you. I’ve been in love with you this whole time. This entire time, I’d been taking advantage of your kindness and sincerity, just so I could get close to you. I’ll understand if you don’t feel the same way, if you regret kissing me, but I want you to know, I love you.”

“You love me?”

“I have. I do. For a long time.”

You closed your eyes, your smile reaching all the way to your ears as you leaned into his hand, holding his hand against your cheek. “Look at you, showing some actual good taste. I’m almost impressed.” You laughed, as you slowly opened your eyes to look at him, “Rex, I’ve loved you from the moment we met. Maybe I didn’t realize it was love at first, but now looking back … it’s the only thing that makes sense. I love you, and truthfully, I don’t regret kissing you. I regretted the fact it pushed us apart.”

His lips gently pressed against your forehead, his other hand moved to the back of your head holding you close, “I’m sorry for pushing you away. I should’ve talked to you instead of making decisions on both of our behalf.”

“It’s okay” your hands went to his waist and pulled him closer. “You’re here now.” You opened your eyes, pulling away slightly to look at him, “What are we going to do about Krell? I don’t trust him. If this continues you won’t have any brothers left, and not to mention …”

“Shhhh” he pressed another kiss to your forehead, cutting you off, “I know, cyar’ika. I know.” Rex pulled you into a hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck, “Right now, though. I just want to hold you in my arms and not worry about him. At least for a little bit.”

You didn’t fight him on it, you simply nodded, wrapping your arms around his torso as you pulled him in closer. There was time to deal with Krell, at least that’s what you hoped.

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For What It's Worth -Chapter 3

Chapter 3: The Desperate Need For A Second, Secret Plan.

Max Verstappen x Reader

Chapter Summary: How you and Max met is discussed and Max goes off ag Daniel for hitting on the girl he loves.

Warnings: Swearing.

Word count: 2727

Authors note: Posting twice in 1 day? Look at me go!!!! So, I am not currently doing a taglist, because things are a little hectic at the moment but as soon as things even out, I promise I will be adding everyone who has asked to the taglist, but again, no taglist just yet for this series. Can't wait to hear what you all think of chapter 3 😀

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“Max, I know you aren’t one to focus on rumours,” Max couldn’t help the clench of his jaw in anticipation for what was to come, “but we see that your new assistant is the same girl that there has been quite a lot of talk about you dating.” Max could feel the anger rising in his blood, eyes boring into the interviewer. He had been explicit in his requests that you were to not be involved in interview questions.

Ever since the two of you had started your friendship the media had been near bloodthirsty in their attempt to find out information about you and your relationship to Max and from the moment he started seeing the posts and articles that could only be described as disgusting about you, he made sure that he would do everything he possibly could to keep your name out o the media. It was one of Max’s non-negotiables.

But here was this man, bringing you up anyway. Max immediately began turning to look for you. Partly to apologise for this and partly to calm down. He had hired you so he wouldn’t have to be away from you for too long, but one of the added benefits of having you as his assistant was the fact that no one seemed to calm him down the way you did.

The second his eyes found yours, you were signalling that it was okay. This was your way of telling him that he could talk about you here. Suddenly he felt a new stress. What exactly does he say? How does he explain you? He couldn’t give them too much. The vultures would just end up ruining everything for him, but he couldn't give them too little or else they’d never stop badgering him. He had to be strategic. For his sake and yours.

“Yeah, she’s actually my best friend.” Good, easy, neutral ground to start with.

“RedBull let you hire your best friend?” the interviewer began to press for more. Max once again was looking to you, completely ignoring his PR manager next to you. Only worried about what you thought about this line of questioning.

“She isn’t hired by RedBull. She’s my assistant. She’s hired by me.” Max didn’t miss you warning him to keep calm, his PR manager not even bothering while you were there. It was well known already that the only person Max listened to these days was you.

“So how exactly did your best friend end up working for you?” A long time ago Max realised that the reason he hated talking about you in interviews, well, at least one of the reasons, was because he liked to keep you secret. Your friendship was something he didn’t want to taint with the outside world and this interview was slowly encroaching on Max getting angry territory.

“Just tell the truth.” You mouthed to him before he took a deep breath and turned back to the interviewer.

“So, we met in Monaco. She had recently moved over there and one evening when I had gone out for a jog, I ended up running into her, smashing an ice cream she was holding all down her top. Then after many choice words from her, she agreed to let me buy her a new one and I guess we just ended up becoming best friends from there.” You laughed as Max told the story, while although technically true, he gave a significantly more watered down version of your first meeting.

It had been your first proper night in Monaco. You had finished unpacking your boxes and were somewhat settled, sitting in your home all alone and suddenly the full weight of having moved to a place like Monaco, all alone, had hit you and you just had to get out. So that’s exactly what you did. You had founded the nearest store you could get an ice cream and then decided to explore. You ambled along the boardwalk along the beach, it was quiet and secluded and you were about to turn the corner when a body came crashing directly into you, smashing your ice cream between your chest and his, smearing it over the both of you.

Despite how the stranger had grabbed you to stop you falling over and immediately began apologising, the look you had given him stopped any and all words in their tracks. Without another word between you, you scraped the smashed ice cream off your chest and proceeded to wipe it on the man in front of you, feeling that it was only fair. When he eventually asked you if you were okay, that’s when the previously mentioned choice words left your mouth.

Max hadn’t really acknowledged it before, but this was the first time he started to fall for you.

At the end of your monologue of insults, he introduced himself and offered to buy you a new ice cream and he didn’t miss the way you only said yes after he removed his ice cream and sweat stained shirt. So you and him got ice cream and he offered to get you a new shirt, which you declined, but took his hoodie instead and you had both spent the next couple of hours walking around, talking and building the foundations of a friendship Max didn’t realise he would eventually need to survive. He didn't realise a lot of things that evening. Especially the fact that he’d end up falling madly in love with the woman covered in ice cream., or that he’d eventually be sitting here, you in his eyeline, at the Grand Prix, laughing along to the same memory he was trying to downplay to the press.

“After a while, I kind of realised that I didn’t want to be on the road without my best friend and she kind of hated her job, so I offered her a job as my assistant and now I get to spend all day, every day with my best friend.” PR was already well aware of the potential damage control they were going to have to do after this interview. Especially with how Max was looking at you now. They could already see the articles now and they could already hear Max shouting at, well, everyone, to get that off the media, but they couldn’t help but think that if Max maybe was just honest about your actual relationship to each other, then things might just be that much easier for, well, everyone.

“No wonder the dating rumours are so rife for you two.” The laugh the interviewer barked out was short-lived as Max abruptly got up and left the shot, not willing to entertain a line of questioning that he was so adamantly against. Both you and his PR manager let out a sign before you were running after him as PR spoke to the interviewer.

“Don’t start.” Max spat out as you fell in step with him.

“Damn, I wish I knew what I did to make dating me such a bad rumour.” It was meant to be humour, it was meant to make Max laugh, and normally it would have, but with everything happening in the background, that was literally the last thing that Max wanted to hear, because dating you was his only life goal. It was you that didn’t want him.

“I have to go talk to Daniel.” It was the last thing he said to you before he veered off towards the Alpha Tauri motorhome in search of the one person who actually knew what was going on, leaving you standing there alone, confused, hurt and suddenly very concerned he was going to tell Daniel all about your plan. And in feeling all of that, you panicked and ran after him, for the second time in less than 5 minutes.

He stopped as he felt your grip on his arm, “you aren’t going to tell him right?” and suddenly his bad day just got a whole lot worse. He ripped his arm out of your grasp, neither of you willing to divert your gaze. He didn’t want to lie to you, he was already lying about how he felt and who had sent the flowers and if he lied anymore, he wasn;t sure he could keep it all inside, so instead he just decided to not answer you because of course he was going to tell Daniel.

“I’ll see you before FP2.” and with that he had dipped into the crowds to quickly go and find Daniel, to simultaneously want him about what was going to happen and to potentially lay down the law, even more than he thought he already had, when it came to you.

The entire walk to the AT garage Max was trying to figure what he was going to say but nothing prepared himself for what he ended up nearly shouting at Daniel the second the driver opened his drivers room door.

“You were meant to be my friend!” Max shouted as he shoved Daniel back into the room, slamming the door behind him as he moved into the room.

Daniel stood there wide eyed, hands up and shocked at the attack from Max, “Mate, what’s going on?”

“What’s going on? Try last night when you were feeling up the woman I am in love with and eye fucking her across the table!” Max was panting, but the stress of everything over the last 24 hours had finally gotten to him and unfortunately Daniel was unjustly bearing the brunt of that.

“None of that happened? What are you talking about?” He was trying to calm Max down but it was proving difficult when he wasn’t even sure what was going on.

“She told me! Last night, after we were outside, when we walked back in, you had your hand on her lower back and then the rest of the night you couldn’t take your eyes off her.” The words felt bitter in Max’s mouth, accusing his friend of something like this, but he couldn’t help it, it was a runaway stone that he no longer had control over, “and now she thinks you sent the flowers and she’s going to try and seduce you!”

“Seduce me? Why would she try to seduce me?” Now Daniel understood Max’s anger.

“Because she thinks you sent the flowers!”

“So why didn’t you tell her you sent the flowers!”

“Don’t be dumb.”

“I’m not the dumb one here mate. You’re the one who isn’t making the move on the girl you sent flowers to, asked out and are so in love with, you’d rather hire her to work for you than go a day without her by your side!” Daniel was right and Max knew it.

“So why did you hit on her?” Suddenly it was Max the young boy standing in front of Daniel, unsure of himself, self esteem on the floor, just trying to fix a near unfixable situation in his eyes.

“I didn’t. Look, the hand on her back was meant to be platonic, I didn’t think it would mean anything to her, especially considering how she feels about you.” Max seemed to be accepting the explanation, the tension in the room dropping significantly, “and the staring at her, I was trying to gauge how she was reacting to you last night, to see if I could tell how she felt about you, considering you’re the one who said that she hadn’t mentioned to anyone how she does feel. You were right and so I thought this would be a good way to do it.”

“And?” Max made his way to the couch in the room, head dropping into his head.

“Mate, she’s as in love with you as you are with her.” Daniel sat down next to him, forcing him to look at his fellow driver.

“So why is she trying to seduce you?” It was if the frustration in Max’s body couldn’t let him sit still, as he suddenly got up and began pacing

“Firstly, why are we using the word seduce? It’s not a good word.” The groan that left Max’s mouth at the question forced a laugh out of Daniels.

“She used it.” For the second time in too short a time Daniel was staring at a panicked and frustrated Max with his face smooshed up against a wall.

“She used the word seduce?” The groaned yes was the only response Max offered.

“Fucking awful word. Both of you need to stop it right now. Secondly, why is she trying to seduce me and why does she think I sent the flowers?” Max peeked an eye at Daniel and he was oddly jealous at the calm demeanour he was exuding at this conversation.

“So, I might have forgotten to sign my name on the note.” Max mumbled through the sentence, embarrassed at the truth of it.

“You forgot to sign your name on the card that told the woman you love that you love her?” Another groaned yes left Max as he sank to the floor, face now smooshed against the prickly carpet.

“She came to me this morning telling me she had gotten flowers and a note with no name on it and now she’s trying to figure out which driver sent it. She literally has an entire list of all the drivers she's going to try and seduce to see if it was them.” Daniel couldn’t help but laugh at the sheer stupidity of this situation that Max had somehow gotten himself into.

“I assume I’m the first on the list?’’ Daniel already knew how he was going to play this.

“I’m not even on the list.” That sad, childlike version of Max was back.

“Mate, she’s obviously not going to tell you that you’re on the list, especially since you’re her boss.” \

“I’m going to fire her. If I just fire her then all of my issues resolve themselves.”

“You can’t fire her.” Daniel nudged Max with his foot, an attempt to encourage him to get up off the floor.

“Why not?” Max had eventually worked himself into a sitting position, now leaning against the door opposite Daniel.

“Because at the moment you’re how she feeds herself.”

“Do you honestly have to point out the uneven power dynamic here when I am already feeling like the world's biggest creep of a boss?” Max banged his head against the wall, a form of punishment, “What are you going to do when she comes to seduce you?”

The vulnerability of Max in this moment was admirable. Daniel hadn’t seen this version of him for a very long time but he isn’t surprised that it was a girl that brought it out of him.

“I’m going to tell her the truth. That I didn’t send the flowers and I only see her as a friend.” The look Max gave him was near heartbreaking at how thankful it was.

“Promise you’ll be kind right?” He was always thinking of you and only you, even in Max’s greatest moment of stress.

“I promise, but you said there was a list? What exactly are you going to be doing about the rest of the drivers?” Suddenly it dawned on Max how big this issue was about to become, breathe quickening, “hey, hey, don’t stress, listen after FP2 we can meet at my hotel room and we can come up with a plan, but just give me a couple of hours to think of something okay? Mate, I promise, we will get this sorted.” All Max could think about was trying to breath and nodding that he understood and him and Daniel would come up with a plan that absolutely and completely derails yours.

Suddenly both Max and Daniel's eyes were drawn to the knocking on his drivers room door and as Daniel swung the door open, there you stood, with that same smile that made Max weak at the knees every single time he saw it.

“You looking for Max?” Daniel tipped his head in the direction of Max, now scrambling to get up off the floor, as Daniel began to take a step back, moving out of the way for Max, Before your hand wrapping around his bicep stopped him

“No, no, actually, I was looking for you.”

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Picking Up the Pieces (Bruce Wayne x f!Reader)

Summary: Bruce and Selina have broken up again, leaving Y/N to comfort him.

Warnings: angst, breakups, unrequited feelings

Request?: No

A/N: technically, this is a comics!Bruce fic, but I used a Batfleck gif simply because he's pretty.

1 - Picking Up the Pieces | 2 - Kintsugi | 3 - Stay with Me

Are you home? I could use someone to talk to.

As soon as Y/N read the text from Bruce, her heart sank. She’d already received messages from Alfred and the boys about what had happened, but once the message from Bruce came through, her gut feeling was confirmed.

Bruce and Selina had broken up. Again.

Every break up was exactly the same. Y/N would sit and watch Bruce be happy with Selina and then their dual lives would ruin everything and he would end up moping on Y/N’s couch for two hours until he got over her for a year and then they would be together again like clockwork.

Y/N sighed deeply and tapped out her response.

Yeah I’m home, come over when you’re ready.

“I just don’t know what happened this time, Y/N,” Bruce sighed as he ran his hands over his head, his gelled hair sticking up from being ruffled so much.

“I don’t think I’ve got an answer for you this time,” Y/N said. She sat next to him on her tiny sofa, their knees almost touching. “That Selina’s a tough one to figure out sometimes.”

“Everything was going so well; she said she would marry me, moved in, the wedding was planned and people were invited and then…” He trailed off before taking a sip of the water Y/N had given him.

“Listen, none of this is your fault, Bruce,” Y/N said and rested a reassuring hand on his shoulder. She wanted him to know that she cared, but didn’t want to give him the wrong message. The guy had just gotten left at the altar, he didn’t need another woman feeling him up so soon.

“I know, but I can’t help but feel like it is,” he said.

Y/N’s heart twisted in her chest. She could hear how watery his voice was, just how emotionally run down he was, as if he was just seconds away from breaking into tears. And the worst part was that no matter how many times they landed in this exact same situation, it never got any easier.

She wanted Bruce to know that she had feelings for him, but it always seemed like someone else was getting his heart instead of her. She’d been there for all of them: Julie, Silver, Talia, Vicki, and of course, Selina. So many girlfriends, so many broken hearts. So many times she’d comforted Bruce on her couch. So many times he’d called her a ‘good friend’.

But she didn’t want to be a ‘good friend’, she wanted there to be more between them. She knew he could feel that spark between them, even if it was just a tiny jolt of static. They’d shared so many lingering glances, let their fingers touch for just a beat too long, had almost kissed at one point, but there was always someone else on Bruce’s mind.

Just once, she thought. Just once I wish it was my turn.

If thoughts of being held by Bruce didn’t keep her up at night, they would be the only thing she would dream about. His arms around her, his mouth on hers, telling her such nice things, but they were just dreams. Every time she would wake up and swear that she could still feel him, only to find that she was still alone.

“I should go,” Bruce said after a while, snapping Y/N out of her thoughts. “I’ve bothered you enough with this.”

“You haven’t bothered me, Bruce,” Y/N said, flustered. “I’m here for you to vent about your problems.”

Vent about your problems? Bad choice of words, Y/N she told herself.

“No, wait, I mean-” she stuttered, trying to force better words out of her mouth.

“It’s okay,” Bruce said and shot her a warm smile. Her stomach flipped when he looked at her, her heart fluttering as she lost her train of thought. “I know what you mean.”

“Oh, right.” She shuffled awkwardly in her seat as Bruce stood up to grab his jacket from the back of the sofa. “Could I give you a hug before you go?”

Bruce stopped, as if he was surprised by her question.

Why would his best friend ask for permission to hug him?

He turned to face her and smiled again before holding his arms out to her.

“Of course, you don’t need to ask.”

Y/N gingerly hopped off the couch and made her way to Bruce, circling his waist with her arms and hovering her face just over his heart. She hoped he didn’t notice how her breath hitched when he pulled her closer into his chest and held her tightly, his cheek resting on the top of her head. She let her head fall onto him and listened to his steady heartbeat as her senses were completely taken over by him.

Y/N had known Bruce to always be clean and well kept, but in that moment it was as if he’d arrived sparkling new. She breathed the scent of his cologne in deeply and savoured it, her eyes fluttering closed as she lost herself in him. It was just a hug between friends but to her, it was something she’d been waiting for for a long time.

When he pulled away, it felt like it was over too soon. She felt cold without him, even though his hands were still on her shoulders. Y/N watched his face as his eyes turned hazy and drifted down to her lips and his tongue briefly darted out to wet his own. Her heart jumped into her throat as they both looked at each other, daring themselves to look away.

“I’ve got to go,” Bruce said finally as his hands slowly dropped from Y/N’s shoulders. “Thanks for this.”

“Yeah, no problem,” Y/N said and led him to the front door of her apartment. “You know I’m here for you any time.”

“Yeah, you’re a good friend, Y/N,” he said and pulled his jacket on as he lingered in the doorway. “I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon,” Y/N echoed as she watched him go down the hall and out of sight.

When she reentered the apartment, she closed and locked the door before resting her back against it and letting out a deep watery sigh. A single tear finally rolled down her face as his words echoed in her mind.

You’re a good friend.

She kept telling herself that it was the wrong time to be crying over being called that, but it was all she could do. All she wanted was to tell him that she loved him and to hear him say he loved her too. But he was grieving a relationship that was doomed from the beginning.

What would make her any different?

She wasn’t Selina, or Talia, or Vicki, or Silver, or Julie. She was just Y/N, his childhood friend who was always going to be there for him whenever he either broke off another relationship or got dumped. And it never got easier. Trying to tell him how she felt never stopped feeling like an impossible mountain to climb.

Once she had run out of tears, Y/N picked herself up from the doorway and was about to go into the bedroom when she heard her phone chime. She’d considered ignoring it when she heard it again. Assuming it was important, she picked it up from the coffee table in the living room and was surprised to find two messages from Bruce.

Want to go for coffee tomorrow?

To make up for me moping around tonight

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cat and mouse - 2

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Supervillain(?)!Reader

Warnings: kissy kissy :3, mention of alcohol, you're broke. sorry.

a/n: i wrote this out today (what is now a few days ago) because i couldn't work on the other fic until i got this out of my system :) if there are plot holes its because i vomited out this chapter and threw it out like a dumbass. idk what Black-Cat's personality is like so i made it kinda mirror cat woman from the harley quinn show.

Summary: Every time you try to convince people it was an accident, you immediately get ratted out to the Spider. But really, it was! You don't know why you're being hunted, you didn't even do anything wrong. Yet.

w/c: 2.6k

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Nueva York’s friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, as he, and the world, likes to call him, is your official nemesis, or at least that’s what the city thinks.

You crumple up the half-soaked People magazine, filled with ‘juicy gossip about our favorite Spider and the new villain-of-the-week: Blaze’. Seriously, you might just become a villain if they keep calling you that.

You briefly forgot you swiped the news story off of a nearby food and entertainment stand (that’s barely holding up in the downpour) until you hear:

“Hey! You gotta pay for that!”

You don’t.

In your defense, it was only a dollar-fifty. And either way, it’s technically the Spider’s fault that you didn’t have a penny on you!

Honestly, if it were your choice, you’d never see his stupidly broad shoulders again. He truly is the bane of your existence and a major pain in your ass. You genuinely don’t understand why he even pays you any mind, it’s not like you are plotting to take over the city. You just want enough money to get some fries and a Koka Soda, and maybe a couple more black articles of clothing that aren’t covered in clawed-out stripes.

Spider-Man? More like Cat-Man.

You would say you’ve been “fighting” this man for weeks like the magazines insinuate, but it’s less violence than it is just you squirming out of his clutches and running away. You swear the Spider is a bloodhound. No matter where you are, or what you’re wearing, he always finds you. And you always get away. It’s actually quite pathetic.

He goes: “It’s you again.”

You say: “No it’s not.”

Then he has to say: “Blaze.” Like you’re some ultra-nemesis that has ruined his life.

And you can’t help but: “Stop fucking calling me that, dude.” Before you make a run for it.

He catches up, obviously, either has you on the ground, against the wall, or holds you up so you can’t escape, but then you do. Every time. And he lets you.

So really, it’s just fucking annoying. What a waste of a great plan and an excellently executed silent break-in!

You never asked for any of this. The fact you don’t have a flashy-ass elastic suit should be proof enough: You’re not a supervillain.

But, when the opportunity to make a little more cash comes around, you can’t just say no. In your mind, the bigger the heist, the longer you can stay out of the public and away from him.

And if the one girl on the team wants to make you a suit, how can you resist? The Spider has ruined all the other clothes you’ve worn (and not in a good way).

You saw your new suit a few hours before you needed to meet up with the team. Felicia, or Black Cat as the rest of the group refers to her, is probably the most elegant and badass woman you’ve ever met.

She has voluminous silver-blonde curls and sharp green eyes that match the deadliness of her talon-like retractable claws (which actually kinda remind you of someone…). Though she doesn’t have explosive energy inside of her as you do, her cat-like senses and martial art skills are almost as deadly.

Felicia was happy to invite you over to her multi-million dollar penthouse to get ready and hang out a little before you needed to leave.

She’s filing her nails into perfectly deadly points as you sit on her plush ultra-white couch next to the new suit, hands fiddling nervously together as you watch her pamper herself with extreme precision. There are two glasses of high-grade champagne in front of you on the glass coffee table. Yours is barely touched. Hers has been drained and refilled a couple of times throughout the hour.

“You know, usually I’d work this job alone, but it’s a lot easier to get away when you leave a few maggots to distract the Spider. That’s what men are for. Us girls need to stick together, right?”

Even her voice is elegant.

“Yeah.” You croak out. You prefer to listen to her talk than say something dumb and non-villain-like. And yeah, you’ll admit you’re a tiny bit scared of her, but sometimes that’s something you have to go through when making friends. Right?

“Alright, we’ve got like 20 minutes. Go on, babe, try it on.” She loosely gestures to the suit, “Bathroom is in the hallway, first door to the left.” You stand promptly and shuffle over to her bathroom, taking a second to look back to send a grateful smile at her before you close the door.

It almost resembles the one you saw on her the first day you met. The only difference is that yours is completely black and has a high collar neckline in contrast to her more provocative V-shaped suit.

There’s no fur-lining or silver details, just an invisible zipper that creates the illusion that this suit is painted onto your body. Felicia also provided a simple mask that you can pull over your head when you tie back your hair and some silver hair spray so you’re less recognizable to the general public.

You stare in the mirror and smooth out any wrinkles down your torso with your gloved fingers. Alright. Now you look like a supervillain.

Or at least a super-something.

She makes you do a little spin. “You look lovely, darling.” A smirk pulled at her charming lips. “Absolutely, perfect.”

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Fuck.

So here you are, trying to break out of a bank that shut down around you as soon as you walked in. The two guys, who you never took the time to learn the names of, are freaking out, banging harshly against the metal doors that slammed shut in front of the exits.

Felicia, on the other hand, is as cool as a cucumber, checking her nails like there isn’t a blaring siren and pulsing lights around her.

So what now? You could probably blast the doors open with whatever comes out of your hands (you’re still not sure as you try to use your powers as a last resort). But that would leave a bunch of evidence that you were there and you didn’t come to knock down a whole building.

You walk over to her, trying to hide the anxiety that’s starting to bubble up inside of you. “What should we do?” She looks up from her manicured nails and looks at you. Then at the guys.

“Well, the boys seem a bit preoccupied,” As if to prove her point, one of them starts kicking the door, as if it would magically open up for him if he were to hit it harder and make more noise. She sighs, “I guess we could use the air duct that leads to the roof.”

“Ok.”

So you follow her to one of the main offices in the building, watching as she easily rips off the cover of the vent and uses the desk for leverage to hoist her into the surprisingly spacious air duct.

The chill evening breeze of Nueva York has never felt so good. Well, it has smelt better, but if garbage and crime-filled air meant you’re not going back to jail, you’ll take it.

“Well, that could’ve gone better.” The Black Cat runs her fingers through her hair, pushing it back and out of her face. Of course, it falls perfectly over her shoulders. “So…I’ll see you later, yeah?” She’s leaving?

“Uh, yeah, sure. I’d love to!”

“Great.” She walks to the edge of the roof and scales down the back of the building like it’s nothing. Look, it’s not that tall of a building, but still, you weren’t about to follow her down. You watch as her black-suited figure lands on the concrete ground, barely making a sound, before she sashays into the shadows of the city, disappearing into the night. God, she’s so cool.

And then it’s just you.

You sit yourself down and finally take a breath. Your first job as a villain and you didn’t even get to see the money. What are you getting yourself into?

You pull slightly at the elastic holding your hair together, regretting the tight pony that’s now giving you a major headache. Maybe this life isn’t for you. With, probably an overdramatic, sigh you push yourself up. Now to figure out how you’re getting out of here.

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Turns out you didn’t have too many options. As soon as you were about to take a serious ‘leap of faith’ and try to scale down the building, you were ambushed by a series of fwp, fwp, fwp’s and lifted from the ground. That probably saved your life now that you’re thinking back on it.

So, he found you. Big surprise. He’s practically stalking you at this point.

He takes you for a ride, holding you close as he swings from building to building, barely breaking a sweat. You’re actually surprised that you didn’t hurl all over his stupidly firm shoulder. You should have.

You don’t know why he brought you to the top of a half-constructed building, but you’re assuming he’s just trying to be dramatic again. Superheroes, right?

You struggle against restraints when you’re finally set down, at least trying to lay in a more comfortable position as Spider-man stands over you. Not only are you fully wrapped in red webs, but your arms are also tied behind your back.

The Spider kneels down, watching you continue to struggle, “Alright, Hardy, give it up.” Hardy? Shit, he must think you’re Felicia. The black suit, the silver hair. Dammit.

He takes off your mask before you can say anything, pulling out your loose hair tie with it, and boy, is he surprised to see it’s you.

“Wh–Blaze?” He takes off his mask like he can’t believe his fabric-covered eyes. His scarlet gaze not so subtly takes in your new look. A big change from the usual getup you wear. “What, uh,” When he finally meets your eyes, one of his gloved hands raises to rub at the back of his neck. Is he nervous? He briefly looks away from you, “What did you do to your hair?”

“Who cares! Let me out of these!” You glower at him, arms tugging at the luminous webs, “And you know I hate that stupid-ass name.”

“What the hell were you doing here? Why are you suddenly hanging out with a bunch of criminals?”

You give him a deadpan expression, “I’m a villain, remember.”

“Ah,” He slices through a couple of the overlapping webs that fit snugly over your stomach. “Finally giving into the narrative, hm?” Then the ones around your arms.

“S’not like I have much of a choice.” The red webs start to loosen until they unravel completely and pool on the floor. “So, you’re…letting me go?” You rub at your sore wrists, feeling the ache dissipate almost immediately. He shrugs like it’s no big deal for him.

“It’s expected, isn't it?” He’s at the edge of the roof staring at the buildings around him, a soft breeze sweeps through his hair, and the lights of ‘the city that never sleeps’ soak over his suited figure from below.

“Just like that?”

“...Just like that.” He says. But he says it more to himself than you. With that, he swiftly puts his mask back on, hiding the wonderfully serene expression he once held, but you never got to see in full.

Spider-man is confusing. He treats you like you’re some sort of catch-and-release criminal. Acting like a push-over parent that reprimands their child even when they know they’ll do it again. You don’t get it.

And the way he looks at you sometimes. Like he’s having fun. You see it when he’s chasing you, webbing you to the wall, or holding you under his claws. There’s a glowing heat that pulses in his eyes and you can almost see the barest gleam of his fangs. You can’t even wrap your head around how he can both infuriate and draw you in at the same time. And then he lets you go.

And now he’s leaving you.

So you take your chance.

“Wait.” He stills but doesn’t turn back to look at you. He just stays there, merely stopping to listen to whatever you have to say. But you want him to look at you. You need to see those simmering red eyes that are hidden behind the mask. “I-” You stop yourself. You’re not actually sure what you were going to say. All you know is you just weren’t ready for him to leave yet. “I, um, never caught your name!” It blurts out of your lips before you realize what you’re saying.

Then silence.

How awkward.

You were sure he was going to leave you there. No sane superhero would reveal his secret identity, dumbass! Especially to a girl like you.

But then his hand comes up, slips off his mask again, hair slightly ruffled from the action, and he finally turns. Before you know it he’s approaching you, fast. And you can’t do anything but stand there, watching as his looming form starts to take up more and more of your vision until he’s standing right in front of you, head tilted downwards and red eyes low.

Two warm palms cradle your jaw and you lean into the touch, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling. Just as your eyes start to open again, his head is dipping toward yours. Then his lips meet yours.

And it’s perfect. His soft plush lips move against yours, occasionally nipping and sucking on your bottom lip until it was satisfyingly plump. The warm, masculine smell surrounding you makes your knees weak as his hands drop from your face to your waist in an effort to pull you toward him.

Your body melts against him as he starts to softly lick into your mouth, thoroughly seeking out the taste of you. He pushes you gently against the unfinished concrete wall behind you, eliminating any space that was left between your thinly suited bodies. You swear you’re about to melt when you feel his broken groan against your lightly suited-chest.

And then you separate, heavy breaths and intense gazes floating between you. “Miguel.” He looks down at the way he’s holding you, the size of his palm against your smaller body. And then the ridiculous suit that was tailored specifically for the heist, but looks more like something you’d wear for a BDSM session. He clears his throat and looks back up, “Miguel O’Hara.”

“Miguel…” His hand on your waist clenches at the sound of your hoarse voice and you can tell he’s tempted to pull you back in.

“You’re one of the few who know.”

Now, you’re curious. You hum, “Who else knows?” His eyes glance at your hair and his hand drops. Suddenly, you feel cold. He steps away from you, not unkindly, but it’s clear he’s trying to create space.

He brushes it off, “No one important.” And then he’s walking away. Back to the same spot he was going to leave you from. Cool.

“Well,” You take a few steps closer, eyes roaming over his muscled back, “I promise not to tell anyone.”

“I know.” His mask is back on, and this time you know there’s no stopping him this time. “Catch you later, Little Red.” He jumps.

Little Red?

#miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #spider man 2099 #spider man: across the spider verse #cat and mouse

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inbarfink · 3 months

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Okay, after that last lil goof of a post, I started to have some more Thoughts about Tak…

I’m pretty sure I’ve already talked at length about how Zim is, in actuality, perfectly competent on paper. He’s technically got all the skills that Irken Society value, but his extreme personality flaws (especially his ego, his inability to assert threats and his pettiness) override any usefulness he might have and make him the incompetent laughingstock we all know and love.

And I think, in a way… Tak is actually very much the same. It’s kind of the same core concept but with the skills and abilities being turned way up and the flaws being a lot more subtle. So she generally manages to be a lot more genuinely competent - but these are still the same core flaws that brought on her downfall.

Tak insists that her plan is not a matter of revenge, she’s trying to frame it like Zim’s just kinda in the way of her practical, impersonal scheme to become an Invader - but, like… I think she very clearly just doesn’t want to admit she’s seeking revenge against someone as pathetic as Zim.

Now there is a discussion to be had about, like, wouldn’t it have been more worthwhile for Tak to grab a more valuable planet from the get-go, versus the consequences of ‘stealing’ a planet from an Actual Real Invader, versus the number of planets that must be out there, versus whether any of those planets are viable for any number of reasons, versus the potential consequences of removing Earth’s vital importance to the Irken Empire as A Thing to Keep Zim Too Distracted to Ruin Everything Again, versus the possibility the Tallests will just let out all of their frustrations about that unto Zim whom they already hate and not the taller and more competent Irken who just gave them snacks…. It can kinda go on forever, is the point.

So I don’t necessarily wanna focus on the question of whether Tak should’ve chosen Earth for her Snack Plan or not - instead I wanna point out that Earth is just a really really big place. There doesn’t seem to be a reason why Tak had to set up her plan in the same city Zim lives in, or why she had to enroll in his class, or ‘date’ him. The only real reasons seem to be that she wanted to personally torment Zim for a while, and that was worthwhile enough for her to put her plan at risk.

And it’s not just that she placed the nexus of her plan within walking distance of Zim. I mean, she did probably need to disable his base - and maybe you can say that enrolling in Zim’s school was her attempt at assessing his threat level before her plan kicked into full gear. But even so, the conclusion of this little round of espionage was that Zim was so much of a non-threat that she quite literally went up to his front door to inform him of who she is and what she is planning

If Tak just built her Magma Pump/Evil Weenie Stand on the other side of the world, or even just didn’t tell Zim that she’s an Irken out to steal his gig - Zim would have had no idea what’s going on until it was far too late. but instead of keeping that element of surprise, Tak literally walked over to his base to explain to him everything that she has done and is planning to do. She would’ve explained basically everything if not for Zim’s own hysterics.

Look at this insistence! She was trying so hard to tell Zim her entire damn plan! And why? Because she was just thoroughly convinced that this clownish buffoon could not possibly be a threat to her. And because this was an essential part of her revenge. Due to Zim’s rush and destructive nature, she was trapped in her room and forced to watch just how callously Zim ignored her cries for help

And she wants to replicate that sort of feelings for Zim

So for her revenge to feel complete for her - she needs Zim to know who she is and why she’s doing it, and he needs to know what’s going on so he can watch on helplessly. And so for the sake of her revenge, she added a bunch of incredibly stupid steps in her plan - but hey, it’s no big deal! Zim clearly is far too incompetent to do anything about her plan by now, right?

And, like, the majority of what Zim had to spend his time on during the episode was actually figuring out what is Tak’s plan is. If Zim was just a little less hysterical when Tak came to visit (which isn’t unthinkable. Zim’s emotional state is pretty capricious) then maybe he could’ve defeated Tak much more quickly and thoroughly. Even disabling Zim’s base didn’t seem to do much considering it was at least partially operational by the time her plan actually came to fruition. She might’ve also underestimated the tech at his disposal or maybe just his repair skills.

And if Tak somewhat underestimated Zim’s threat level, she sure as hell dismissed Dib's threat level completely. I think the implication is that she only hanging out with him to get more information on Zim and to torment Zim some more

And all of their interactions are dripping with condescension, she’s not even the least bit worried about having this human who discovered her secret. I mean, she already sees Zim as a total non-threat - obviously she’d have even less regard for the person who’s been repeatedly failing to stop him. Especially if there’s also a bit of this Irken Supremacy mindset that’s playing a factor. No way a stupid human child that has repeatedly failed to stop the Worst of the Irken Empire could be a threat to her, right????

And Gaz… oh man, Gaz. I mean, I’ve been going on about how Tak has underestimated Dib and Zim’s threat levels and they’ve proved her wrong by defeating her. But let’s be real here, Gaz is undoubtedly the one person most responsible for defeating Tak

And she barely registered on Tak's radar as anything but ‘Dib’s little sister’. She didn’t even think of her as a factor. And that was her downfall.

And thinking about this…a lot of fans love to speculate about how Tak’s story arc would’ve continued had the show’s run been not cut so short. And I guess I think it would’ve been very interesting to focus on the parts of Tak’s character which mirror Zim. I mean, she has just been thoroughly humiliated by the Irken she dismissed as a joke and two human children. Her ego is more bruised than ever and now she’s even more focused on revenge

So I think it would’ve been a compelling and darkly ironic arc for Tak to have her gradually… Zimmify. The more she keeps losing to the two Biggest Losers in the Galaxy (and also Gaz), the more she becomes frustrated with Zim, the more she becomes obsessed with getting her revenge and proving her superiority and the more she clings to her ego and to the idea that the main characters can’t, shouldn’t be threats to her…

the more she gradually becomes just as pathetic and irrational as her most loathed enemy, Zim. Until she is a shadow of the hypercompetent badass we met in her introductory episode. Zim basically drags her down to his level through his ability to be so loathsome and so frustrating and so pathetic and yet still find a way to survive and win. Until the dignified and competent would-be Invader we first met is nearly unrecognizable.

You can even play with stuff with Tak’s Ship or some other gizmo she could’ve put her brains into - who would retain her original level-headedness compared to what the Real Tak has become....

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helpinghanikan · 5 months

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Wanna talk about it?

Carol Danvers x reader

for @mxqdii

AN: Wrote this super quick because I have stuff planned for tomorrow. Hopefully this was what you were looking for.

It’s amazing how quickly everything tends to stick together or pile up throughout the day. One little thing in the morning, before you even got dressed, and it just goes down hill from there. By the time you’re finally able to head come there’s a weight on your being too heavy to be carried alone.

The drive back home was made in relative silence. Sometimes, when the day kicks your ass, it’s too much effort to even turn the radio on. This quiet made it that much more impactful when your phone dings in the cup holder.

‘Im making din see you soon’ You dared to read, although this is not recommended to do while driving.

You didn’t need to see the name to know it was Carol. Not only from her inability to text properly, but from how suddenly she announces her arrival. The only time your phone’s connected was when she was within the Earth’s atmosphere. Any other time you want to talk to her, and some massive amount of tech is needed.

It’s nice to know Carol is near, it’s not enough to help with today’s burden. You do start driving just a bit faster, though.

Music could be heard through your house’s front door. Had it been anyone else you would have grumbled about the volume pumping through the door. Dad rock was great and all, but not after a long shift and before a warm meal.

“Carol?” You asked before the door is open all the way.

Instead of Carol you are greeted by orange hair and a bad attitude. Goose stretched and blinked slowly as you entered fully. Giving you a look as if to wonder why you were here, in your own home, and interrupting his nap.

He seems pleased when you give him some scratches. Although not technically a cat he sure did purr like one.

“Carol?” You called again, shoes off and coat gone by the time you reach the kitchen.

In another universe Carol would be a wonderful wife to always come home to. Dad rock playing from the counter, oven steaming from cooking noodles and tomato sauce, and the promise of a warm night in.

Carol smiles at you through the steam. Her smile is too powerful to be stopped by something so weak as boiling water. Although it faulters as you get closer, and she can start to see the fatigue in your eyes, she’s still waiting for you.

Without thinking, almost as if under possession, you step up behind her. Around Carol’s stomach, cheek against her back, and a tight squeeze that will never be enough.

“Hey, Babe,” She says, leaning her weight back just a bit to give a semblance of a hug back.

Her voice is warm and welcoming like hot chocolate. Her smell is slightly mechanical and earthy that one could get drunk on. Although her muscles are pronounced and something to be proud of, this doesn’t stop you from squeezing her close. Hugging like she may disappear into beautiful light you let go for even a second.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” She asks, stirring a pot as if you weren’t using her as a stuffed animal.

A dark part of your mind tells you to keep quiet. That it wouldn’t be fair to complain to Carol, to THE Captain Marvel, about the shitty day you were having. Not when this woman had traveled several thousands of miles to make you spaghetti. Especially not when whatever small problem Carol could be having was twelve time bigger than yours.

Carol has a heat to her like a furnace on fire. Sometimes, if Carol weren’t careful, she could actually burn the people around her. Although this has never happened to you the threat was still there. So you stay as close as you can, nuzzling into her back sighing as the heat relaxes your muscles like a warm shower after a long walk.

“Not right now,” You mumble into her back, “I missed you too much.”

You could have fallen asleep like this. Standing up and everything, but it was the clicking of the stove the ruined your serene moment. Granted, this was to replace with an even better moment as Carol turns around to hold you properly in a hug.

Every bit of chill or cold that might have lived inside of you was now gone. It was replaced with warm love you’d never forget the feeling of.

#reader insert #marvel cinematic universe #marvel reader insert #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers imagine #captain marvel imagine #mxqdii

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dreamwritersworld · 1 year

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Once innocent. Final part.(Sully family x reader)

Hi! Just a reminder that this is a mini series to show the deeper sides of Y/n’s life BEFORE “The chore” :) 💕

Tuk having those nightmares. It terrified me and he was the cause of it. We slept with each other for the rest of the days. I didn’t have nightmares until today. This is the one time where sleep didn’t feel peaceful and instead, felt real like I was drowning again, forced to feel my emotions.

*Y/n dream*

I walk into the house ready to take Tuk after finding pretty beads for her to make the necklace she wanted to. None of my family’s stuff are where they were supposed to be, like they didn’t even live in the home anymore…He took them and left me. “Sunshine!….Tuk?” I started frantically looking around for her. “Tuk? Can you please answer me? Tuk *i whistle*” she’s- she’s not whistling back..where is she? And then I found her, in a new home with my family’s items gathered around the house. She was with dad while she cried in his arms, something covering her ears from listening to me “Y/n? Where’s y/n? Take me To y/n.” Then he got up and closed the home, ensuring I wouldn’t enter. “Sir, don’t do this alright? It’s not benefiting her. You can’t do this. I need you to let me see her.” He answered back “I’m not going to help you ruin her Y/n. You can’t come over here anymore” My heart starts racing and I feel everything go black “Don’t- Dad? Don’t lock me out. Dad? Let me see her. I’m begging you just let me hold her…. You’re the most self centered, idiotic person I’ve ever fucking met. You know you didn’t technically raise her? And now all of a sudden you want to be father of the fucking century with a moral high ground? You’re a fucking shitty dad you know that …Let me see her! …are you doing this because you ‘care’ about her? If you gave a shit about her, you wouldn’t have neglected her in the first place. But you did, you fucking did. So open up, and let me see her. Let me see her! Let me take care of her!…..” he’s not giving up. He’s never going to let me see her, my sunshine. I start sobbing uncontrollably “…you did this to me. You did this to me dad. You fucking ruined my life. The least you can do is let me see her and fix it. I’m serious I’m so fucking serious. If you don’t let me see her I swear to Eywa she and I will hate you till the day I die. Once it’s all said and done, open the door and tell me if it was worth it. You owe me that. Open the fucking door dad. This isn’t about Tuk this is about you and me and our relationship. And if you want to throw it away then FINE. Cause I don’t want to be your fucking daughter” He doesn’t care “you’re a fucking coward. You’re a fucking coward and I would’ve never done this to you…..I would’ve never done this to you” he listens while he takes Tuk to sit on her hammock where she now sits, crying her eyes out. Begging for Y/n to come, why didn’t they take her? Without y/n Tuk’s heart was torn.

I can hear her screams, begging for me. While I scream pleading to take care of her. When I saw Tuk again from afar, my sunshine it was like her eyes weren’t the same anymore. N-no, I worked so hard to protect her from this. Seeing her eyes again…the lights were on…but nobody’s home. once innocent.*

I woke up drenched, and gasping for air. Then Tuk woke up. “Y/n? Are you ok?” I turn and pass a smile saying “I’m fine sunshine just tired.” She passes one of her sweet beautiful smiles “what are we doing today sister? Can we please train?” I think for a moment, even though I already planned a day full of lessons after I go spotting. “Today I actually have to go look over the war and observe from a far with Neteyam and Loak but that’s in a couple of hours. We can train!” I watched as Tuk nodded and I saw how her curious mind was wanting to ask questions. “Yes my sunshine? What’s going on in that mind of yours?” She laughs and says “y/n I finally had a good dream a-and I don’t know it felt so real, like Eywa was telling me she’ll hold US. You won’t have to be sorry for leaving and growing up. I mean y/n you’ve done it all on your own. You can start a family, who will always show you love. W-we’ll be ok soon.” She starts tearing up and I laugh with tears in my eyes too. “We’ll be ok.” The rest of the day hit me like there was no tomorrow…we had no idea what was about to come next.

(read part one of ‘the chore’ if you haven’t my loves! And then continue with the rest if you haven’t!)

*current time AFTER ‘the chore’*

For the first time ever I didn’t need to dream and sleep in order to find peace. I learned to breathe and conquer other ways through life. Awa'atlu, is my home. I am one with the Metkayina people. I was taken in by Tonowari and Ronal. I will help guide the tribe alongside Aonung, my mate and my beautiful sister Tsireya. In life you have to fight to achieve all that you have worked for, I have fought my entire life, I will no longer fight. To be able to keep the people strong, is a gift. Tuk kept me strong. She is my gift from Eywa.

My smile glistened as I watched my siblings walk by joking around with Aonung, enjoying the beautiful sunset behind them. Aonung walks to me calmly, holding the fruit that’s had quite a hold on me. “For your cravings my love.” We share a laugh and tuk comes to sit next to me. “You’ve grown sister. Yes we are your family, but now you started your own family. I can only hold on so tight to our time before I will be enjoying the new bundle of joy.” She’s funny. she doesn’t believe she was the first person I built into my thoughts of ‘my own family’. Ha! “Oh sunshine, you have always and will always be my first baby. You are my first gift from Eywa. Everyone here is my second. However this new child is our. Gift.” We hug as we watch everyone enjoy their time together. “You promised you’d protect me. You have achieved all that and more. I will fulfill my promise and protect our new gift.” We pass tearful smiles. “My sunshine, my light to the darkness. You will forever reside in my heart. Your innocence gives strength to the life I am growing. My eyes have seen it all and were once innocent. My promise to myself was to give you a chance and maintain the innocence in yours, I’m so glad I did and I’m happy you were by my side through it all sunshine.”

It came time to rest and so we did. My nightmares had stopped and now I’m more calmed when I fall asleep to dream.

*Y/n’s dream*

“Rey’akana!” He turns with a wide smile. “Y/n! Oh sunshine, I-Wow. Just look at you….just look at you.” (Only the beginning of Y/n pregnancy, so she doesn’t look pregnant just her normal older self, this is the first time Rey’akana has seen her all grown up.) I laugh at his amused face. “I’m so happy to see you again, Rey’akana.” He laughs to this and says “I’m allowed to visit you anytime now. You are in control of your mind in your dreams y/n. I see you have received Eywa’s gifts. The gift of a true chance at life, peace and happiness. You’re glowing again sunshine.” I thank him and we talk for what felt like hours until he asks how Tuk was. “Tuk is amazing Rey’akana. I’ve taught her to be strong, and brave and capable. You’d be so proud.” He gives me a confused face with a smile “you mean more than I already am?” I look down with a smile and hug him. “You are now holding a new child Y/n, you will do great things. I can see it already sunshine.” I laugh with tears coming out. He continues to joke and say “Oh no! More emotional now? Is it the pregnancy or did you touch that neon flower?” We laugh and continued talking until it’s time to part our ways. “Oel ngati kameie Rey’akana” he smiles and says “Oel ngati kameie, Sunshine” *

I wake up to my stomach being held by Aonung’s hand . Holding our new life.

💗!

I really hope you guys loved this series and I’m so happy to give you guys a happy ending. 🥲 I did use some scenes from my favorite shows. I like using acting to fit the characters situation idk it makes it feel real to me because I can HEARRRR the pain in their voice. 😭 I would like to hear any thoughts that you guys have! 😊💕 also like what were your guys favorite parts of the series. Mine was part one, it was so beautiful to write for me! 🥲

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amhrosina · 1 year

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No Funny Business (Frank Castle x Reader)

MASTERLIST // TAG LIST REQUEST FORM

A/N: I wrote this in two hours and it’s not beta read so if you see any mistakes, that’s why! Sorry, but neighbor/dad’s best friend!frank will always put me on my knees. Enjoy!

Requests are open!

Summary: Frank catches you throwing a party while your parents are out of town. When you get him alone, neither of you can stand the tension that’s been bubbling up between you since you moved in.

(Warnings: oh my god this is PURE filth, p in v, oral (female receiving), spitting in mouths??, porn with plot tbh, age gap, use of daddy (but you’re not calling Frank daddy so???)

“We’re going to be gone for less than 24 hours. We’ll be back at 10 o’clock sharp.” Your dad paused for emphasis and pointed his finger at you. “No funny business, you hear me? Frank will be watching the house and listening for any loud music or parties going on here.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes in your dad’s face. He wasn’t always this hard on you when your parents left town for the night, but a disastrous party a few years ago had ruined any chance of them trusting you with the house again. So much booze had been spilled throughout the night that you could still smell the stink of it sometimes, even though you had paid for the entire house to be re-carpeted.

“Dad,” you pointed out, “I’m 25. Don’t you think I’m a little too old for a babysitter?”

He shot you a scolding look. His left eyebrow always twitched when he was stressed, and as he looked over you, you noticed it start to have small spasms.

“No. Funny. Business.”

You feigned innocence and nodded. You weren’t complaining that Frank may come around – he was older and hot and your dad’s best friend, which somehow made him hotter – but you were most certainly inviting a few friends over to hang out tonight.

Your parents loaded the last of their belongings in the car, and your dad shot you a look that warned severe consequences if he heard anything about you or the house while he was gone.

You smiled, waving as they backed out of the driveway and drove their car down the street. It wasn’t until they had turned the corner and you had counted to thirty that you booked it inside, hurrying to change into an outfit more appropriate for a party. Your friends were well aware that your parents would be leaving town for the night, and word had spread fairly quickly that you would be throwing a party while they were gone.

Frank was an obstacle that you had already accounted for. He usually didn’t get home until late anyways, but if he happened to stop by, you were planning on offering him booze and some fun in exchange for his silence. It had worked before, and Frank was good on his word that he wouldn’t tell your dad about the parties you threw when he was gone.

The last party you’d thrown was for your 25th birthday, and Frank had come over with a bottle of tequila and a kiss as your present. It was an innocent peck on the cheek, one that you were pretty sure you weren’t supposed to remember, but the thought of it kept you awake at night, biting your lip to quiet your moans as you came all over your fingers.

Frank lived by himself and was always nice to you, even when your parents would spend hours talking his ear off about how irresponsible you were. He had helped you change your tire a few times, and even offered to be the guy you called when you were too drunk and needed a ride home. He was a gentleman, one you’d been dying to sink your teeth into forever, but he was also your dad’s best friend and next-door neighbor. Frank was off-limits, technically, but that didn’t stop you from fantasizing about him rutting into you when he came over for dinner.

Your core throbbed at the thought of it, and you had to take a breath before pulling your tight dress on. A girl could dream, you supposed.

Hours later, the party was going spectacularly. There were at least 75 people milling around your kitchen and living room, and even more in your backyard. The music was loud, but you didn’t really care. It was a Saturday, and your other neighbors were usually so drunk by 7:30 that they didn’t remember anything anyways.

You brought the red cup to your lips, sipping straight tequila and glancing around the living room. ‘No Worries’ by Lil Wayne was playing on the loudspeakers, and you nodded your head to the beat. You were known for throwing wild parties, but you preferred to sit on the sidelines and observe during them. People were fascinating, and you loved how easy it was to pick up on who was fucking who from your hometown.

“I’m pretty sure this counts as funny business.”

Frank’s husky voice in your ear startled you, causing your drink to fumble in your hands. Most of the tequila you had been sipping on spilled down the front of your dress, and you let out a small yelp as the material absorbed the liquor.

“Ah shit,” Frank chuckled, “Sorry ‘bout that, sweets.”

You were fairly sober, mostly just a little tipsy, but that didn’t stop you from giggling into your palm about the situation.

“It’s okay, Frankie.” You moved to shuffle past him, heading towards the kitchen to get a towel, when Frank’s hands grazed your waist. You abruptly stopped moving and turned to face him. His face was centimeters away from yours, and you were pretty sure he could smell the booze on your breath.

“Let me,” he mumbled, grabbing your wrist and pulling you up the stairs. You followed him into your bedroom, confused as to how he knew where you slept, but you didn’t question it. When you made it to the bathroom, Frank started opening cabinets and drawers, searching for what you could only assume to be a towel.

“They’re in the closet.” You tipped your head towards the linen closet on the other side of the bathroom. You leaned against the counter, watching Frank’s back muscles adjust as he bent down to search for a towel.

When he had finally found the thing he was searching for, Frank made his way across the room again. His arms encased you, and you nearly swore under your breath. Frank’s chest was close to yours, closer than you were used to with him. The sound of the sink turning on behind you was alarming.

Duh. He was getting the towel wet so that he could clean the tequila out of your dress. No other reason. You felt your cheeks go warm and tried to look anywhere but at the very large man in front of you.

“Didn’t mean to scare you earlier.” Frank breathed, focusing on the stain beginning to form on your torso. He sat down on one knee and began lightly rubbing the stain.

“It’s fine.” You smiled, watching as his tongue darted out the corner of his mouth.

“Your dad probably won’t be too happy to hear about his little girl throwing a rager while he’s gone.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem, since he won’t be finding out, right?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

He glanced up, smirking.

“I certainly won’t be the one to tell him.” His eyes dropped back down, refocusing on the task at hand.

“Good.” You breathed. Frank’s hand was getting alarmingly close to the underside of your boobs, and it was getting harder to focus. He didn’t look like he was getting turned on, but Frank was a hard man to read.

As his hand moved higher, his pinkie lightly brushed the front of your skintight dress, right over your nipple.

You coughed to try and cover up the embarrassing moan that left your body, but Frank’s hand halted. You could feel red creeping up your neck, and you looked away in embarrassment.

His finger slowly moved again, darting over the same spot. You let out a slow breath and looked down, only to find his eyes boring into yours. He did it again, and you couldn’t help the moan that crawled out of your throat.

“You like that, baby?” His voice was huskier than you’d ever heard it, and you had to focus on not falling to your knees in front of him. He dropped the towel and shifted his body, placing one hand on your waist while the other kept a constant rotation around your hard nipple.

“Oh god, yes.” You moaned, not caring anymore if he heard how desperate you were. The low chuckle he let out was sinful. He was still on one knee in front of you, and you tried very hard not to let this position go to your head. Either way, you had already agreed to carve this memory into your brain for when you got lonely at night.

Frank’s hands made their way down your hips, cupping the back of your knees and pulling your legs apart. His sharp intake of breath had you smirking. You weren’t wearing any underwear, and you could feel your wetness beginning to slide down your inner thighs.

Frank’s fingers ran up the inside of your legs, stopping to swipe some of your arousal onto his fingertips. He glanced up at you and brought his hand to his lips, tasting you. You resisted the urge to squeeze your thighs together. What a sight to behold: Frank Castle, on his knees for you, licking your juices off his fingers.

“Sweet.” He mumbled, gripping your thighs hard enough to bruise. “You want this, baby?”

“Oh fuck,” you gasped, spreading your legs wider and pulling your dress up to give him full access, “Fuck yes, I want this.”

The smirk that formed on his face shouldn’t have been so fucking hot. He leaned in, and the second his tongue touched your clit you knew you were a goner. His tongue expertly swirled around the bundle of nerves, sucking and licking in perfect intervals. Your knees shook as his fingers began to toy with your entrance, not fully pushing them in, but swiping over it a few times.

“Please, Frank.” You groaned as he licked a burning stripe up your core, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking harshly. He finally pushed two fingers in your hole, pumping them slowly. The noises you were making were obscene, but you didn’t care.

His tongue picked up speed, swiping over your clit so fast that you thought you would pass out. He added another finger into you, and you were blinded by the pleasure he was giving you.

“Oh shit,” you moaned, “shit, shit shit shit.” You were panting now, knees shaking so badly that you were seconds away from falling down. Frank’s strong body held you in place though, and the orgasm he drew from you was dreadfully sinful. Your vision ran white, and you swore you saw stars as he licked you through your orgasm. He didn’t pull his fingers out of you, or stop flicking his tongue over your clit, until you were a sobbing, blissed out mess in his hands.

Your heart was pounding harder than it ever had, but when Frank stood to his full height, towering over you, and brought his fingers to your mouth, you swore your heart fully stopped.

You wrapped your lips around his fingers, swirling your tongue around the rough pads. His eyes darkened, and you could’ve sworn he almost let out a moan. When you were done licking him clean, his hand moved swiftly to your jaw, cupping it tight enough to make you groan, but not tight enough to hurt.

“I wonder if daddy knows how filthy his little girl’s mouth is.” Frank muttered, pushing his body into yours. The counter was digging into your back, but your brain was so heavily focused on Frank that you couldn’t seem to muster up enough effort to care. Frank let your jaw go with a push. His hands fisted the bottom of your dress, still pushed up around your waist, and pulled it over your head.

You were now bare in front of your hot, older neighbor, and you couldn’t believe how lucky you’d already gotten tonight.

“God damn, sweetheart.” Frank’s voice was thick as he ran his thumb over your pebbled nipple. The overstimulation from your first orgasm was still present, but the thought of having Frank inside of you was too exciting for you to complain about it.

Frank gripped the underside of your thighs and hoisted you onto the counter. You yelped at the coldness touching your ass and legs, but quickly forgot about it when Frank lifted his shirt over his head.

You’d seen Frank shirtless before countless times. At neighborhood barbeques, swimming with your parents, and even watering his lawn, but you gulped anyways. Frank was a sight to behold. Broad shoulders led down to muscular arms. A wide chest ran into a toned torso and so many abs you couldn’t count them.

The sound of Frank’s belt clinking brought you out of your lusty haze. His boots were next. Then, in a swift movement, Frank pushed his pants and underwear down, baring himself to you fully. Your eyes widened at his cock, thick and veiny and hard.

“You sure you want this, sweetheart?”

You nodded, stuttering out a yes before Frank pulled your ass to the edge of the counter, gripping your thighs like his life depended on it.

“’ve wanted to do this since you moved in five years ago, baby.” Frank mumbled into your neck, biting softly before licking over the mark. His cock was resting at your entrance, and you clenched your toes in anticipation.

“Why didn’t you?” Your voice came out in a breathy moan.

“Didn’t know you wanted it, too.”

“I don’t believe that.” You muttered, digging your nails into his shoulders, “I’ve had a crush on you since you introduced yourself.”

Frank gripped his cock, swiping it over your entrance.

“Fucking tease.” You mutter, lightly biting his jaw.

He chuckled and in one swift movement, pushed himself into you. The breath vanished from your lungs, and you let out a stunted moan at his length stretching you out. He gave you two seconds to adjust before pulling almost all the way out and slamming into you again.

His pace was animalistic. He pounded into you, gripping your ass so tightly that you knew you’d have bruises the next day. His lips found yours in a searing kiss and his tongue plunged into your mouth, licking every corner. You moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you. The lustful look in his eyes was something you’d never let yourself forget.

Your moans filled the room, followed by the sound of skin slapping skin and Frank’s muted groans as he thrusted into you. He was fucking you so hard you thought you might not walk for a week afterwards.

Frank’s thrusts became sloppy, and you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out in question.

“Oh fuck, baby. You want me to spit into your mouth?”

You nodded, whining. He obliged, gripping your open jaw and spitting onto your tongue. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, and you let out a wild, obscene groan.

Frank let out a loud grunt, probably the loudest noise he’d made all night, and pushed himself all the way into you. His eyes were wild and lustful as he came in warm spurts, coating your walls in white.

You panted, leaning back and resting your head on the mirror. Frank was breathing into your shoulder, lightly running his fingers along the sides of your thighs.

“Holy shit.” you muttered, chuckling. “Holy shit.”

Frank smirked, kissing you on the nose and pulling out of you. You both groaned at the friction. Frank leaned into your hold, lifting you off the counter and carrying you into your bedroom. He laid you down on the bed, hovering over you and planting small kisses around your face.

The party, which you had completely forgotten about until now, was still going strong downstairs. You glanced around your bedroom and then looked at Frank.

“How did you know where my bedroom was?” You asked.

Frank laughed and tipped his chin in the direction of your window. You glanced over, realizing that directly across from your window was Frank’s bedroom window.

“Oh god, I hope I’ve been closing the blinds.” You mutter, giggling.

“You forget, sometimes.” He kisses your nose again.

“Whoops!” You laugh.

The next morning, you’re awoken with soft kisses on your thigh. You blinked the sleep out of your eyes, only to find Frank, fully dressed, laying his head on your legs and grinning.

“Good morning, sleepy head. You’ve got a lot of cleaning to do and only about an hour and a half to do it.”

Frank’s word process in your sleep addled brain, and your eyes go wide when you realize you had fallen asleep next to Frank and didn’t clean up the party like you’d planned to.

“Oh shit!”

You jumped out of bed, pulling your legs out from under Frank’s head. You bounced around your room, pulling on any articles of clothing within reach. As you stumbled down the stairs, you realized in horror that the house looked like a disaster. Frank’s heavy footsteps behind you were the only thing keeping you from crying.

“Baby, relax, okay? I’ll help you. We’ll get it cleaned, don’t worry.”

“Frank, you don’t have to do that. This is my fault. Of course, this would happen. I get the best dick of my life and then the next day my parents murder me for ruining their house.”

“Best dick of your life, huh?” Frank chuckled, grabbing a garbage bag from the kitchen.

You scoffed and grabbed the broom, praying you’d be able to clean the mess up before your parents came home and killed you.

Frank, as it turns out, is an impeccable cleaner. He guided you through the house, giving you a task in each room until the house looked the way it had before the party. You had just finished putting the cleaning supplies away when your parents' car pulled into the driveway.

Frank quickly sat down at the bar, sipping his coffee and pretending to read the newspaper. You tried to look natural, grabbing the eggs out of the fridge and cracking them into a bowl. This was a totally normal morning. No sex to be had here, dad!

Your dad’s booming voice had you clutching an egg so tightly that you almost crushed it between your fingers.

“Frank! How was she? Anything crazy happen?”

Frank smiled at your dad, instantly putting on a I-definitely-didn't-have-sex-with-your-daughter-last-night face.

“Oh, she was great. Totally a good girl, right?” He glanced at you, and you turned your full attention onto whisking the eggs.

“Mhmm.” You bit your lip to hide your smirk.

Your mom appeared in the doorway and looked at your randomly thrown together outfit in disdain.

“Honey, maybe next time we have company, wear something more suitable, yeah?”

You glanced down, fully taking in the outfit you had put on. Nothing says hungover and thoroughly fucked like your old Carebear sweatpants and a shirt that read “I heart Dilfs”.

You nodded at your mom and shot Frank a glance as your parents made their way to the living room. The smug bastard was chuckling into his coffee, pretending to read the newspaper again. You didn’t know for sure, but you thought maybe this thing with Frank would last longer than one lustful night during a party. The looks Frank sent you while you ate your eggs and listened to your parents talk about their trip told you you were probably right.

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swampstew · 7 months

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Killer, I-22 ~ partner sharing

Summary: You thought you knew a thing or two about folklore and mythological creatures. What you didn’t know was how DIVERSE the world of monsters and magic really is. When you came across what you thought was a Kelpie ended up being something much more dangerous. And he brought a friend.

Warnings: Gore, bit of coercion if you squint, partner sharing kink with Female Reader, double penetration, anal and vaginal sex, oral (Killer receiving), I guess technically vore since they're monsters? bloody ending. Dead Dove I fucking guess Word Count: 1.3K

When you landed in Scotland, a trip you’d planned for a year with a group of friends who all bailed last minute, you were kind of excited to do a solo adventure. You were with a tour group for most of the trip with evenings and weekends to yourself – and you had two weeks to make the most of it.

You explored historical ruins, mythical sites from the stories of the Ulster Cycle, you paid respects to the places of spiritual importance and graves of those who lost their lives in the war of life through the years of Man discovering himself and the World around him.

Having so much fun that you found yourself almost bummed you had to leave in two days. You loved the country so much you could genuinely see yourself living there. The last few days were your own to enjoy and you explored the local beaches as the weather was just perfect to enjoy a late afternoon stroll. Until you ran into…Him.

He was nothing short of beautiful, with long, blonde hair that flowed with the sea breeze as it brought a chill to your skin. He was tall and muscular, with one scarred arm that he used to wave at you. Calling you over, asking if you needed someone to walk you back to town. His piercing blue eyes watched you through a curtain of bangs, and his mouth was covered with what looked like…seaweed?

It was and he brushed it off with a laugh. He had taken a nap on the beach and his friend ditched him, playing a prank or something. Brash, hoarse laughter rang out behind you scaring you out of your skin. A massive man, taller than the blonde and significantly wider by the sheer size of his bulging muscles protruding from his frame.

The friend. Who brought a backpack full of beer and sandwiches, hanging off his only remaining arm. Killer and Kid were their names, best friends for several lifetimes they claimed. Both dangerously handsome even with all the heavy scarring, flirting heavily, and you couldn’t help but feel the promise of pleasure tickle your belly.

To be honest, you hadn’t so much as thought about hooking up with anyone on the trip, and it was going to be over soon. It was so very easy for them to convince you to join them for the bonfire they planned to build. Easier even to smoothly persuade you into a game of truth or dare. A game that started and ended rather quickly.

Before long you were in Killer’s lap, grinding against the bulge in his pants while his tongue fucked your mouth. You moaned as his stiff cock hit your clit, more so when Kid grabbed you from behind and pushed your hips down to rub even harder against Killer. Kid kissed and sucked your neck, leaving behind red smears and love bites on your exposed skin. You could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against your ass as he bucked his hips into you from behind.

“Fuckin wait your turn,” Killer growled, almost tumbling backwards from Kid’s aggressive thrusting.

“Shaddup,” Kid grumbled, tugging down on your pants from behind.

Killer grabbed you with both arms and flipped you over until you were underneath him on the sand. You let out a squeak as he pressed himself into you and flicked your lips with his tongue, spreading your legs with his knee.

“W-wa-wait!” you finally manage to gasp out. Both men pulled back, waiting for your to speak. “I-uhm-I think I’d like both of you,” you struggle to say without feeling embarrassed.

With a gin on his face, Kid licked his lips, “You picked a naughty one, Kill. I like her. She’s…tasty.”

Killer nodded, “Aye me too. Ok, we can do that lass. But I get the first bite.”

You giggled as the men positioned themselves – Killer in front of you, Kid behind you. They ripped your clothes off with reckless abandon and you found yourself too high on the rush of lust to care at the moment. They were both naked and glorious. Well-built, chiseled, endowed with gifts between their legs.

Strangled moans were ripped from your throat as they took you at the same time. Killer’s cock deep in your throat as you drooled and sucked him; Kid roughly thrusting in and out of your pussy, the squelching loud and unashamed as they both fucked you like a cock sleeve between them. The took turns meanly pinching your nipples, flicking your clit, biting your skin, and grabbing at your flesh hard enough to bruise.

But it felt so fucking good. The orgasms they gave you were unlike anything you felt before, with any partner you’ve ever had. And they just kept going. Stamina like wild horses as they took turns defiling your holes, treating you like a good little fuck toy. You came so much you lost track of how many times your body shuddered in pleasure as they played with you.

The bonfire nearly dead, and the moon fully out, the men became wilder as they neared their end. Neither having cum even once as they focused on you first. You straddled Killer’s hips as he bucked into you harshly, holding your hips firmly against his so you couldn’t move beyond muscle twitching. Kid’s cock bullied into your asshole, his grunts becoming louder and huskier. Covered in sweat, spit, tears, and your own cream – you felt sticky and dirty but exhilarated.

Kid’s hand grabbed the back of your head and pushed you down to lay your chest against Killer’s. Tightly sandwiched between the two, they worked together to keep you in place and so very still as they tripled their pace of fucking their cocks into you. With a crying wail, you came a final time, pussy clamping on Killer’s cock as he released inside you with a choked gasp. Kid came last, slamming his hips hard enough into you to make you dizzy, his seed shot out into your cavern, still shooting as he pulled out and pumped his cock, the last of cum spurting messily on your back. Killer’s cum leaked from between your legs.

Sticky, so so sticky.

Until you realized you were literally stuck to Killer.

“H-hey! Why can’t I -urgh- get up?” you complained as you tried to push Kid off your back, finding your sweaty skin impossibly stuck to Killer’s body. How was that possible? Sweat should make you slide off, not stick together…

It was then you noticed that there was an alarming amount of seaweed tangled in Killer’s hair. And Kid’s head. How hadn’t you noticed that before?

“Well, this has been fun but I’m fucking starving. How about you Kill?”

“Ravenous. I could go for a meal. And lucky for us, she’s the perfect serving size.”

Both men leered at you and for the first time, you felt afraid. Their handsome visages slowly melted away until you looked on in horror at the horse like features they wore.

“K-KELPIES?! HOW? I’m not near the rivers!” You screamed, trying to wriggle away from them but it was no use. Your naked body was fully stuck to Killer, as if his skin had an adhesive property to it from the sweating.

Kid clicked his tongue, “Damn tourists, think they know everything.”

Killer let out a dark chuckle, “We’re not Kelpies, little thing. We’re Each-Uisge. Unlike Kelpies, our domain is the sea. And you’ve worked up quite an appetite for us. What do you say, buddy? Let’s split our meal?”

Kid high-fived him, “Always. Love it when our dinner lets us fuck them stupid.”

Your screams went ignored as the monsters dragged you into the sea. Their teeth growing menacing and sharp, they pulled you deep under the water and began tearing chunks of your flesh. The dark water turned a reddish hue under the moonlight as the water ripples faded away.

It was quiet and peaceful out on the loch once more – until a disturbance from the water’s edge popped up to reveal a human liver floating on the surface.

24 tiles to go, 4 calls made so far.

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sugamehhq · 1 month

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Give to Get (Railao)

As one of Liu Kang’s higher angels, Raiden got stuck housing Johnny. He didn’t mind of course, but something about it had started to bother him more and more.

The angel was confused, conflicted in his thoughts. He tried to figure out what specifically about Johnny was bugging him. He eventually figured out what it was, and it wasn’t just Johnny’s presence.

The room Raiden shared with the brown winged angels was fairly small, but large enough to house the three that resided there, though technically four with the singular demon that began to stay more often than not. It left a lot of room for eavesdropping whether anyone wanted to or not, but no one really cared either, there was nothing of secrecy to keep from the others.

While Raiden and Kung Lao sat on the floor of their half of the room, Raiden couldn’t help but listen to Johnny and the demon’s conversations. They were nothing of interest to him, and yet he couldn’t stop listening from behind the curtain that separated the pairs. Something about the way they spoke to each other, it sparked a sensation in his chest, one he didn’t quite understand at the time.

The day after that, he continued to watch Johnny and the demon figure. As the days went on, he kept watching. It took him a bit to think it through, but the feeling he felt was envy. He envied what Johnny had that he didn’t.

A partner.

The way the two looked at eachother, touched each other, spoke to each other, all of that Raiden craved, and he wasn’t sure why.

He had no one of interest, so why was it bugging him so bad all of a sudden?

Having chosen to ignore this admiration for what the angel and demon have, Raiden thought more on why. Why he felt this way, and what possibly could be sparking these feelings.

It didn’t take long for him to come to the realization that Kung Lao’s presence became more and more of a requirement for his daily routine.

He realized the attachment he felt to Kung Lao. He always thought that’s just how friends felt towards each other. Always hiding it behind their history together, saying it’s just in his nature to be so loving towards Kung Lao, he never considered he was actually in love with the guy.

Sure he’s annoying and has an ego, but that’s what makes him interesting to Raiden. Without him around, Raiden would be bored out of his mind.

Taking this realization of his, Raiden decided to confront Kung Lao about his feelings, though he didn’t plan for the response he ended up receiving.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea Rai,”

Raiden was confused. If he wasn’t mistaken, Kung Lao put the same amount of attention into him as he did Kung Lao.

“So, you’re not interested then?” Raiden approached calmly. He wanted a straight up answer, not a hesitant one.

“That’s not it,” Kung Lao put the flower he was admiring down before standing up to meet Raiden’s gaze, “I’m worried for your rank Raiden.”

“My rank?”

The white wing didn’t even consider his position compared to his friend’s. He looked towards his stomach where the number “2” adorned his skin, his hand gently grazing over it.

He thought to himself for a second, about his rank, about Kung Lao’s rank.

“I’m not worried about it, Lao.”

The look Kung Lao shot him told Raiden everything he needed to know.

The white winged angel sighed, smiled, and suggested they drop the idea. With hesitation from Kung Lao, Raiden takes his leave. Rejection was not on Raiden’s bucket list to say the least.

Weeks go by, the white wing and brown wing go back to their usual friendly banter and normal routine. It was a nice feeling knowing the awkward confession didn’t ruin anything between them. Still, Raiden couldn’t help but feel bad he even tried, but he understood Kung Lao’s hesitance. The hesitance from his friend however drove him mad, it gave him much hope for something just out of reach.

“Stop joking around Lao,” Raiden huffed a shy laugh, Kung Lao’s sudden confrontation while he was busy with higher up work threw him off.

“I’m not kidding Raiden, I’m serious,” the brown wing stood straight, his hand just slightly stuck out to reach for his friend’s, to try and get his full attention.

Kung Lao didn’t intend on interrupting Raiden’s work, but it had been weeks, maybe even a month since Raiden offered his love to him, and he so rudely made it awkward. They never fully spoke about it, so Kung Lao let it go originally, only now it was eating away at him. He had to tell Raiden he felt the same way and didn’t intend to reject him initially.

“You’re funny,” Raiden laughs, a sound that squeezes Kung Lao’s heart.

“Rai, please,” Kung Lao grabs Raiden’s arms, forcing him to look at him, “I’m serious.”

The white wing’s face drops, his stomach twisting at the strong eye contact while the words process in his mind.

“You are serious…” he mumbles, the expression on Kung Lao’s face, his eyes, telling nothing but the truth.

Kung Lao nods to confirm Raiden’s suspicions, a final “please” making itself known by his action. An awkward silence grows between the two, tension building way more than they’d like. Raiden’s mind tries to grasp onto every word Kung Lao spouted at him. How he was sorry for dismissing his feelings, that he feels the same, he wants to be together, to mark each other. How if Raiden was okay with dropping rank then he must truly feel deeply for Kung Lao and he wants to acknowledge that as best he can, by which of course being to admit the reciprocated feelings they shared.

As Raiden feels Kung Lao’s grip on his arms loosen, he sighs before laughing, shaking his head playfully.

“Alright,” he smiles softly.

Kung Lao looked at the other confused, slight hope building in his stomach.

“Right now? Here? Now?”

Raiden’s heart pounded in his ears, the puppy-like excitement from his best friend was his favorite thing at that moment.

“When else, Kung Lao. If we hold off any longer we might not accept our fate at all,” Raiden’s hand gently took Kung Lao’s, softly placing it on top of his mark.

With that, Kung Lao sports a burning smile. The excitement and relief in his body could make him cry.

As Raiden’s hand lets go of Kung Lao’s, he snakes it around Kung Lao’s back, his fingers grazing over the “4” between the brown wing’s shoulder blades. While not ones for heavy romance, the two settle on something more casual. Their foreheads pressed together as they embraced each other, a consenting hug of sorts being their method of choice.

As soon as the process began, it was over. Fortunately for the two, their rank difference wasn’t too large of a gap. It only took a minute for Raiden’s rank to drop from his natural “2” to Kung Lao’s “4”. Still, the subtle cramp in Raiden’s gut was enough to convince him to end work early that day.

The following morning, Kung Lao was clingier than usual. When Raiden tried to get up to leave for his normal morning routine, the brown wing wouldn’t let him go. It was strange, but Raiden also found it heavily endearing. Having let the other get his cuddles out, Raiden eventually pushed him off and left to speak to Liu Kang.

It was slightly nerve wracking to approach the higher ups, but Raiden knew Liu Kang, he knew it wasn’t going to be a big deal to address his new position.

While he walked the halls to find the main room, he stumbled into the demon that usually stalks their shared room. They paused to look at each other for a moment before peacefully passing by each other, the demon heading back to the room with some food in hand.

When entering the main hall, it was oddly quiet considering he stayed in bed longer than usual. The room was spotless, little to no people were there, the only one really in view being Liu Kang.

So the atmosphere of the room was a little off, but that wasn’t going to stop Raiden from having this talk. It would feel wrong to continue as normal without letting Liu Kang know of the recent changes.

Carefully, Raiden walked forward into the main hall. Liu Kang’s back was to the entry, so he quietly spoke to ask for his attention.

“Excuse me,” his voice shook slightly as he bowed towards his ruler.

With a hum, Liu Kang turned around. He smiled at Raiden’s presence, though when Raiden stood up straight Liu Kang’s eyes widened every so slightly at the obvious conversation topic.

“Are you busy, Lord Liu Kang?”

“Not at all,” he took a few steps towards the younger angel.

Raiden smiled awkwardly, his hands finding each other in front of him to keep from fidgeting.

“I know you saw me as your second in command almost, someone with power and a high rank, but things happen you know? I didn’t want to continue about my business without letting you know, seeing what you have to say.”

He paused to catch his breath, unaware of his rambling.

“If you are okay with a lower rank being of assistance to you, I’m fully capable of continuing my duty by your side. If not I-”

“Are you happy, Raiden.”

He hadn’t realized that Liu Kang took his hands in his own.

“Am I happy..?”

“Are you happy.”

His voice was calm, almost like he was saying it as a statement rather than a question, parroting it back to him.

Was Raiden happy?

The angel thought for a minute. He thought about all he could lose from dropping rank, all that could change from his usual life, and yet none of it bothered him. Though the second he thought about Kung Lao, he smiled.

“I am,” his eyes met with Liu Kang’s again, the widest smile welcoming his gaze.

“All will stay the same. As long as you’re happy and this was your choice, I’m happy for you.”

Raiden was happy at Liu Kang’s acceptance, why he feared it at all even if just a little was beyond him.

“Thank you, Lord Liu Kang.”

“No need to thank me Raiden,” the higher up squeezed the angel’s hands gently to emphasize his words.

They ended their conversation with a mutual head nod, both still smiling. Taking that as his cue to get to work for the day, Raiden turned to leave. While walking back towards his room, he started to feel a strange way. His chest felt fluttery, like something startled him. It was a faint feeling, but there nonetheless. Before being able to decipher what it was about, his eyes landed on Kung Lao as he entered the room.

“Good morning,” Raiden hummed with a pleasant smile.

“Hey.”

Odd. Usually Kung Lao greets him like a dog who missed its owner every morning.

“Something wrong?”

“Yeah, actually,” Kung Lao replied, staring at the floor as he sat on the edge of Raiden’s bed.

Taking the pause in their words, Raiden sat beside his partner, a gentle hand grazing over the brown wing’s back.

“You left this morning and I fell back asleep right, then suddenly I’m woken up by this crazy nervous feeling. So I thought, ‘okay, this is weird. Maybe I had a bad dream or something.’ But then I’m overwhelmed by this intense wave of happiness as if I wasn’t just nervous a few minutes ago.”

“That’s because you’re feeling what Raiden’s feeling, Kung Lao.”

The two angel’s looked up from the floor, their eyes landing on the figure holding the curtain in the middle of the room.

“What?”

“I don’t mean to interrupt, but when you two claimed each other you bound your energies together. You now feel each other’s emotions to a degree. Usually very faint, that is unless what the other is experiencing is intense.”

“How do you know this?” Raiden questioned.

Johnny laughed, “Don’t tell him I told you this, but before getting accepted by his family, Kenshi spent several days anxious hiding from me. If I felt it the way I did, I can only imagine how he feels when I get like that.”

“Well that’s a new one. Wish I knew that before putting out the offer.”

“Rude,” Raiden huffed beside Kung Lao.

“I’m just kidding, I’m just kidding. It’s definitely something to get used to, that's for sure.”

“It’ll come in handy eventually, trust me. While it can be a pain in the ass, I’m happy to have it,” Johnny spoke, his wings fluffing behind him as if he was nervous to acknowledge his feelings.

“Oh and your marks,” Johnny twisted his body to show his own, “these come in handy too. Sure they’re just random numbers on our bodies for some unknown reason, but they provide comfort. At least for Kenshi and I it does. Not sure if it goes for all pairs, but you could try it.”

Intrigued by Johnny’s words, Raiden’s hand found Kung Lao’s ‘4’ mark between his shoulder blades. Almost instantly, Kung Lao’s shoulders relaxed, his wings puffed up in response to the chill that rattled his body. It almost felt silly thinking about how it all worked. If touching each other’s marks comforted each other like this, how awkward would it be for Kung Lao to utilize Raiden’s? It was then Raiden laughed to himself thinking about it all.

“Seems like it works just the same for you guys,” Johnny smiled, “as much as I’d like to stay and chat some more, Kenshi and I have somewhere to be. I’ll catch you guys later.”

Raiden nodded and watched as Johnny walked out the door.

As Raiden turned to face Kung Lao, his head stopped halfway. A quick kiss on his cheek interrupted his action. Dazed by the sudden affection, his hand stopped moving against Kung Lao’s mark, leaving room for nerves to creep back in. Kung Lao avoided eye contact, but Raiden stared heavily at the other. He could tell Kung Lao was afraid of what he just did, it made him laugh. A soft puff escaped from his lips while he leaned towards him.

He gave Kung Lao’s mark attention again as he leaned against his shoulder. Seeing that Raiden wasn’t opposed to the choice of affection, Kung Lao placed his head on the other’s in return.

“You’re allowed to kiss me Lao,” the white wing spoke quietly.

Kung Lao stared forward, as if the sentence went in one ear and out the other.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Raiden laughed, “I don’t mind.”

To that, Kung Lao lifted his head and turned to face his partner. Without trying to seem eager, he placed his hand along Raiden’s jaw. He took a second to appreciate Raiden’s face. His eyes, nose, lips, everything about him was beautiful. His face flushed as Raiden smiled in response. The soft look in his eyes reassured Kung Lao. Having gotten distracted from his initial trail of thought, Raiden took it upon himself to initiate a kiss. Kung Lao was shocked at first, but eventually closed his eyes.

Everything about Raiden, about this moment, about them, was perfect. -- Railao marking WHO CHEERED.

An explanation of their relationship here and what kinda happened since the writing might not do it as much justice as I would have liked:

Raiden and Kung Lao grew up together and have been best friends all their lives pretty much. Raiden never caught on that he had feelings for Kung Lao until housing Johnny. Johnny and Kenshi's affection and care towards each other made Raiden envious of Johnny and he didn't know why until it was made clear to him his crush on Kung Lao. So, Raiden tries to confront Kung Lao about it, gets rejected, and goes back to acting like nothing happened. Eventually Kung Lao comes to talk to him and accepts the idea this time cause it's coming from himself. He realized Raiden wasn't worried about his own rank so if Raiden truly was okay with dropping rank for Kung Lao's love, then he must be telling the truth. Raiden's in denial thinking its sorta more a funny haha towards him trying how long prior, but then he realizes Kung Lao's not kidding. They accept each other, marking is done yadda yadda, next morning Raiden goes to speak to Liu Kang on his own. Liu Kang doesn't reprimand him or change anything about Raiden's position, because Liu Kang never cared. He just does it to keep structure. People don't realize this about him though, so they often fear his acceptance. When all is said and done Raiden goes back to the room, Johnny explains to the two how their emotions/energy is connected to one another now, and the two sit in each other's presence.

Another thing to add is that after getting with Kung Lao, Raiden gets distracted more easily from his work. Liu Kang watches it happen all the time but doesn't do anything about it. He'd rather Raiden be happy and have found someone to spend his life with than to watch him work all day alone. He's not strict with Raiden is what I'm saying.

BUT ANYWAYS Here's the art to go with it :))

Hope you guys enjoyed :)) Sorry I've been MIA for a bit,, I have three more writings planned after this one which will be back with Johnshi mostly, but these guys will play more of a part now that I have them introduced in some way.

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