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myherowritings · 4 years

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Borrowed Sweaters, Stolen Kisses

— In a game of Truth or Dare, you’re dared to sneak into your crush’s dorm and steal one article of clothing to wear the next day. It just so happens that the hoodie you snatched was Shinsou’s favorite sweater.

pairing: shinsou hitoshi x reader word count: 2,204 genre: fluff, aged up au (class 3a) warnings: 16+, suggestive content

a/n: this used to be a harry potter fic i wrote on my hp account but i rewrote it for shinsou bc it just seemed fitting fhgjdhsfg. shinsou is in class 1a in this fic or 3a since they’re aged up and at least 18 years old u.u i hope y’all enjoy!! xx

“No way.” You shook your head, kicking your legs out in front of you as you ignored Hagakure’s poking and prodding.

It was a relatively relaxed Friday night, and you and your friends decided to spend it in your dorm with a bottle of whisky and a game of Truth or Dare. The truths ranged from anything to, “Fuck, marry, kill: Sero, Kirishima, Kaminari” to, “Who was the last person you sent a nude to?” And the dares weren’t any better. Ashido practically vomiting in the corner served as a great reminder of that.

You were just grateful the dares you received were rather mundane.

That was, until now.

“Y/N, you have to do it!” said Hagakure.

“Can’t I just forfeit this round and take a shot?”

“Nope, that’s only allowed for truths,” she quipped.

You glanced over at Jirou, a pleading look on your face, but you were met with a nonchalant shrug.

“Rules are rules,” Jirou sang, taking a swig of whisky before passing you the handle.

You opened your mouth to protest, but Mina’s fierce glare caused your words to die in your throat.

“If I had to chug that hot sauce concoction you guys made and then eat the mystery sushi until I felt sick, you can go to Shinsou’s room and steal a hoodie or something-- Sounds like a cakewalk compared to my dare.”

As she leaned her back against the bed, hand over her stomach as beads of sweat trailing down her forehead, you figured Mina was right. You’ve been in his dorm plenty of times before, anyway-- You two were friends and, at times, you supposed you enjoyed his company. What was the worst that could happen?

“You’re right.”

“I know.”

Rolling your eyes, you stood up and slipped some fuzzy socks on, ignoring the cheers coming from your tipsy roommates. When you reached the door, your friends watching fervently as you wandered off to your ill-fated trek, you paused at the handle.

You looked back at them, heaving a sigh. “If his dorm turns out to be booby trapped and I get caught, just know I will haunt you from the grave after I die of embarrassment.”

“We expect nothing less,” was Tsuyu’s smart reply.

Soon enough, you found yourself climbing up the boys’ side of Heights Alliance, feeling like you were doing a reverse walk of shame. It was a quarter past three o’clock in the morning and the odds of any of them being awake were slim to none, but that didn’t stop the butterflies from fluttering in your stomach.

You made your way to the front of Shinsou’s dorm room and cautiously placed your hand on the door handle. With a small grumble you fished the key card Hagakure stole from Hitoshi earlier (which made you wonder just how long your friends were planning this whole escapade out…) out of the pocket of your sweatpants.

For the most part, it looked just like your dormitory. Only neater. His desk was fairly organized and, aside from balls of yarn and different sizes of knitting needles, was clear enough to work on. Scarves and hoodies were piled onto the back of the chair and foot of the bed--which meant your dare should be easy enough to complete--and a dim light was left twinkling.

Everything seemed cozy and lived in. Normal.

Except for the fact that Shinsou Hitoshi was not in his bed.

“What on earth?” you murmured under your breath, finding it a bit strange the room was completely empty at this hour. But knowing him, you reckoned he was out training at any hour he could--something that worried you about him--or playing with a cat off campus grounds. It wasn’t unlikely.

Still, with your feet planted at the foot of his dormitory, you wanted to get out of there before you were caught. Because you knew there was no way in hell for your drunken ass to smooth talk your way out of this mess if he were to find you.

Your hand hovered over the article of clothing nearest to you, which was a sweater draped over the back of a chair, and you took a deep breath, saying, “It’s just a dare. You can do it.”

Before you lost all your nerve, you snatched the jumper with one hand and slipped out of the dorm. As you rushed down the stairs, you could’ve sworn you heard some shuffling coming from the empty room. But you didn’t care.

Part one of your dare was successfully completed.

Now for the hard part: Wearing it around the next day.

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“How do I look?”

You posed in front of your roommate, trying not to laugh at how the borrowed jumper engulfed your frame. Walking down the center of your dorm, you gave a little twirl.

“Sexy,” Mina teased from her spot on her bed. “Shinsou’s sweater looks nice on you.”

Sticking your tongue out at her, you made a face. “I’m not sure what you mean. It’s pretty gross to me. I would never want to wear any of Shinsou’s clothes.”

“Then why did you put the hood over your head and bury your face in the collar?”

Slowly, you peered up at her with your view obstructed by the fabric. You sniffled haughtily, trying to ignore the soothing aroma of lavender and smoked wood that filled your sense.

Mina smirked, catching the small sigh of contentment that left your mouth as you basked in the scent of Shinsou’s hoodie. “Gross, huh?”

“Mention this to no one,” you mumbled with a nonthreatening glare, pulling the hood off your head and folding your fabric-covered hands over your chest.

Laughing, she tossed you your bookbag from across as she waited by the door, the rest of your friends back in their own rooms to get ready for class. “Come on, lovebug. You can see him during math in a few minutes.”

“I won’t be looking forward to it.”

You grumbled protests as the both of you made your way down the stairs of Heights Alliance and toward the main campus of U.A. High, but Ashido paid them no mind. Soon enough, you reached the room and spotted Jirou and Hagakure in their usual seats.

“Hey,” you quickly whispered, sliding into the seat next to Tooru before Ectoplasm sauntered over to the front of the class.

“Nice jumper,” she said simply, voice going an octave higher in amusement. “I knew you’d go through with it.”

Reminded of your rather bold choice of clothing (that was horribly out of dress code), you subconsciously tugged at the sleeves. You sent a quick plead to the gods above that you didn’t look as foolish as you thought you did.

While Ectoplasm introduced antiderivatives and indefinite integrals to the class, Hagakure nudged you on the side, sliding you a ripped piece of her parchment paper.

You looked at her curiously as Mina peered over your shoulder to catch sight of the writing.

DO NOT LOOK NOW!!! But I’m 100% certain Shinsou has been staring at you since the start of math class.

Of course, the first thing both you and Ashido did after reading the note was turn your heads at the same time towards the back of the class where Hitoshi and his friends were sitting. And, as your luck would have had it, you made directly eye contact with an amused-looking Shinsou.

Both you and Mina turned around to face the front so fast you were sure at least one of you received whiplash.

Wide-eyed and flushed, you exchanged glances with her, both of you trying to hold in your laughter.

“I told you not to look,” Hagakure whispered, a small giggle escaping from her lips, sending you three into fits of laughter you tried to muffle with your hands.

Behind you, someone cleared their throat, causing the three of you to straighten up in an instant.

“Something amusing you, ladies?”

“No, sir,” you quipped.

“Sorry, Ectoplasm-sensei,” remarked Tooru.

“We’ll shut up now,” promised Mina.

With a stern look on his face but a slight tilt of his smile, Ectoplasm nodded and returned to his lesson. “I trust you three will be experts of the integral calculus by the next lesson and I won’t have to catch you making doe eyes at a certain someone?”

Though he asked all three of you the question, his gaze was pointed at you and the class knew it. Your cheeks heated up as slouched into your chair. Perhaps if you tried hard enough, you could turn into the seat.

“Yes, sir,” you mumbled, ignoring the stifled laughter from Ashido and an apologetic, but amused, look from Hagakure.

And as he continued the lesson, you could’ve sworn you felt a certain pair of eyes on the back of your head until the end of it.

When class finally concluded and Ectoplasm dismissed the lot of you, you rushed out of the classroom as fast as you could.

But not fast enough.

“Nice sweater, Y/N,” you heard a deep voice call, stopping you in your footsteps. “Looks familiar.”

You swallowed, slowly turning around to face Shinsou--lazy smirk and all. There was nothing you wanted to do more than dash back to your dormitory and hide, but instead you straightened your spine and braved a look of nonchalance.

“Does it now?”

“Yeah,” he said with an amused look in his eyes. “I’d have to say it does.”

Peering up through your lashed, you looked at him with faux innocence. “I can’t say I know why.”

Slowly, he walked closer towards you as you moved back against the wall. He took the excess fabric of your sleeve into his hands, stroking them between his fingers.

“You know-- It even feels familiar.” He smiled thoughtfully. “Just like my sweater I happened to lose last night.”

By now, the halls had begun to clear up, the traitors you called friends having left you with a thumbs up right as Shinsou approached you.

You coughed as you repeated, “I wonder why.”

He was so close you could catch a whiff of his lavender and woodsy scent.

“If you wanted my clothes on you, Y/N, you could’ve just asked.”

You pointedly eyed the way he was toying with the hem of your--or rather, his--sweater, lifting it slightly. “Well, if you wanted my clothes off this badly, you could’ve just asked.”

Shinsou raised his eyebrows in surprise at your suggestion, hand frozen on the fabric. The intensity of his gaze melted your steely disposition, embarrassment creeping up to your neck.

“I’m only kidding,” you murmured, refusing to be the one to break eye contact.

“That’s a shame, then.”

You blinked. “What?”

He shook his head. “Nothing.”

Biting the inside of your lip, you toyed with the bottom of your sweater.

“That’s my favorite jumper, you know?” mused Shinsou, looking fondly at the U.A. hoodie. “Aizawa got it for me when I entered the hero course.”

A horrified look crossed your face. You stole his favorite sweater that Eraserhead gifted him himself? Good going.

“Oh, shit,” you swore, reaching for the hem of the hoodie. “I’m sorry, Shinsou! I didn’t know.”

Chuckling, Shinsou placed his hand on top yours to stop you from removing it. “No-- You can keep it on.” You paused. “I’d say I quite like how it looks on you.”

Your heart skipped a beat when his hand that was still on your ran down the length of your fingers. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you interlaced them with his own, causing him to send a shocked but pleased look your way. You smiled.

He ran the tip of his tongue along his lower lip, gently drawing you closer to him. “If I were to kiss you right now, would you be upset?”

You shook your head, leaning into his touch. “Upset is the last thing I’d be.”

“Well, then I suppose--”

“What are the two of you doing?” you heard Aizawa exclaim as he rounded the corner, catching sight of the two of you against the hallway. He pulled Shinsou away from you by the collar, your cheeks flooding with embarrassment.

Shinsou, however, looked unperturbed.

“Sorry, Aizawa-sensei,” he said sincerely, “but what I was about to do just then-- I’ve wanted to do that for a while now.”

He chuckled at the shocked look on your face, giving you a wink as Aizawa released his shirt. Shinsou made his way back over to you across the hall.

“How cute you looked in my sweater was only the catalyst,” said Shinsou before placing both hands on either side of your hips, pulling you towards him in a brief but deep kiss.

“Shinsou! Y/L/N!”

“Sorry, sir.” This time, Shinsou didn’t sound so sincere as he ignored the appalled look on Aizawa’s face. “I just couldn’t wait until we got to the dorms to do that. Don’t worry though, Y/N-- I swear there will be far better kisses that’ll take place there as well.”

And though the two of you may have been sentenced to detention and cleaning duty for the next three weekends, you would have to say the kiss was definitely worth it.

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ohworm-writes · 3 years

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#01 - Tape One | series masterlist

⮞ Beta Reader - @jschllatt ! thank you so much for proofreading this for me !

⮞ Pairing - Monster!Technoblade x Monster-Hunter!Reader ⮞ Summary - A sleepless night and a hazy mind aren’t the smartest thing to bring along on a solo mission that could end in your demise, but what’s the worst that could happen? ⮞ Rating - Mature (SFW) ⮞ Warnings - cursing , weapons ( hatchet, crossbow, gun ) , slight anxiety ⮞ Word Count - 2.8k ⮞ Taglist - Open! Send an Ask or DM to be added

Time is a finicky thing. It's a social construct created by humans as a desperate grasp at something they can control. Of course, they can't control the sun or the stars. That would be insane, would it not? Humans were the people who gave time meaning. If not for them, we would only see it as darkness and light, not the hours we've put between them. How was it they made up such an important idea, something key to their everyday lives, that only they as a race use? Humans are the only ones who use time, their actions simply affect everything else.

Take canines, for example. Their genetics tell them when they are to hunt, to mate, to kill. They don't depend on the hours or the days, that itself is a foolish thing to them. Why would they need to know it? They know that once the sun has set; the hunt is on. With humans around, they have disrupted the balance of it. These once feared predators depend on the hand of a human to feast. They depend on an electronic clock to sate their pangs of hunger.

Looking at it, how would humans be without time? Would the world crumble? Would everything they had once known to be true turn out to simply be a lie? Mayhaps-but that is the beauty of it all. The beauty of chaos, the beauty of the world closing its curtains in the final act. And when the crowd asks for an encore, who would the world be to deny their wishes?

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock-

The tick of the clock snaps you back to reality like whiplash, your previous thoughts fleeting from your mind in an instant. Your eyes are blurry, everything around you set in a foggy haze. Even aside from daydreaming, everything felt fuzzy. The clock didn’t help with it, the constant noise only setting you on edge more than you already were.

How long had it been? Hours, maybe? A few minutes? You couldn’t tell, and frankly, you couldn’t care either. Letting out a small sigh, you pinch the skin between your brows, slumping over as you try to ground yourself. You open your eyes after a moment, the blurriness from before subsiding for the most part. Now, you found yourself met with the sight of several manila folders and post-it notes scattered across the mattress you found yourself on.

Ah, yes- so that’s why you had been up at such an ungodly hour. Your mission. The suicide mission they had assigned you to. Good gods above, how long had you been awake for? Taking in the organized chaos that was your bed currently, it made you grimace. How many files did they have on a single monster? Sure, you wanted to be prepared, but this was absurd.

However, that apparent thought had never crossed your mind in the previous hours, evidence being the bags forming under your eyes and the overall stiffness of your body. Taking the folder that had found itself on your lap, you flipped it open, reading over the open page.

“Upon a prior expedition, Piglins seem to be tame around those wearing gold items. Whether it be armor or simple jewelry, they seem to be passive towards those wearing the metal. One scout found themselves near the beasts, but said creatures left him alone upon seeing the gold wedding ring around his finger.”

You squint your eyes, trying to make sense of the next sentence. Was that a Y, or a T? Gods above, you were exhausted. Letting the folder drop back onto your lap, you bring your palms up to your eyes, rubbing harshly to keep a hold of your consciousness. You’d be able to look at the files whilst on the road. Sleep was more important right now if you wanted to survive until the next day.

Knowing the casino’s fellow patrons, they’d probably get a kick out of seeing you leave all drowsy and such. Hell, that wouldn’t come close to how entertaining it would be to them if you didn’t return. With a groan and a sigh, you begin gathering all the files. Paper-clipping a few together here, stapling a few there until the process was complete. Looking at the files stacked together, you really were in over your head. The number of files was making your head dizzy, not counting how sleep-deprived you were in the current moment.

Placing the folders in a neat stack on the floor beside your bed, you finally let your body relax. Your back falls against the mattress, sinking into it almost instantly. It was nowhere near comfortable on a normal day. The mattress was hard, firm, and wildly uncomfortable, but now? You might as well have been sleeping on a cloud. Before your hazy mind could even process it, you were out like a light, left to your own devices in the world of unconsciousness.

05:30 in the morning. Who in their right mind decides that the crack of dawn is an appropriate time to wake up? Quackity, apparently, because that’s exactly the person who was pounding relentlessly on your door. The loud and sudden noise is enough to make you jolt upright in your bed. Your foggy mind can’t even process what is happening, much less when he speaks.

“It’s 05:30! Get up! You leave in the next hour, c’mon! You’ll be burning daylight before you know it, so get your ass ‘outta bed!” His shrill voice is enough to get you to peek your eyes open, immediately met with the darkness of the room. With the warm sheets you found yourself in, the comforting dimness of the room, you almost fall back asleep then and there. Almost being our keyword here, because you wouldn’t want to make Quackity mad, now would you?

With a groan, you’re able to kick the sheets off of the bed, successfully leaving you out in the open as the cool air of the room sets across your warm body. It sends a shiver running through you, effectively allowing goosebumps to settle across your skin. The feeling is unpleasant, but that’s the point of it. With minimal effort, you sit yourself up in the bed, immediately regretting your actions.

Your muscles are tight, making every turn and twist of your body painful. A silent scream rips through your throat as you stretch your arms above your head, only to turn into a satisfied groan as your muscles relax. One would have thought that the richest hotel in the city would at least have comfortable beds, but apparently not. No, instead, you were better off sleeping on the carpet, which you could proudly admit was comfier than your own mattress.

Looking out the small prison-like window your room provided, the sun hadn’t even risen yet. The sky, a blur of dark blues and purples sprinkled with stars, was your only greeting. You could see the lighter hues begin to peek over the horizon from where you sat. A masterpiece from your window, who would have thought?

Aside from the awe-inducing view, you yourself felt far from it. You had a lot to do in the span of an hour. A short time span, but it was feasible. With hurried motions, you’re able to dress in form-fitting attire; something not too tight, but at the same time not too loose. It was important to wear such clothing in these times. Something too tight could leave you breathless, in this case, vulnerable. If it were to be too loose, it could get caught on something or weigh you down. That shouldn’t have to explain why that would be unfortunate.

Style aside, you now had to tackle the process that was your files. The ones you had obtained were a copy. They’d never give you the original without a backup in store. That would simply be foolish. Instead, you’d been given a clean copy of said files, all neatly tucked into their respective folders. Of course, that neatness had been your doing alone.

You made quick use of your time, neatly tucking the folders and files alike into your bag. The bag itself was less of a bag and more of a backpack, however, it served both uses. The fabric was weatherproof, as you liked it. It was strong, not even a tear could be seen over it. It had lasted you all your time here so far. Hopefully, it would survive the rest of the way.

With your bag fully prepared with your files, clothes, and things of the like, you set out for the armory. Swinging open your door rather roughly, you make your way down the halls, turning here and there and speeding down a flight of steps or two. Checking a clock on the wall as you amble down the halls, you see that you have just under 20 minutes before Quackity is on your ass. Perfect.

With a final descent into the basement of the building, you reach the armory. The place itself is impressive, with one wall lined up entirely with weapons. Guns, crossbows, blades; any weapon of destruction that you wanted was here. The rest of the open room stayed reserved for a shooting range. Was it the smartest option that it was indoors? Maybe not, but would you rather be shooting outside where beasts of unknown origins could hear you? Hell no.

The man running the armory shoots you a look as you enter. Some could interpret it as a glare, but to you, it was nothing short of a hopeful wish for your demise. Unfortunate maybe, but you couldn’t be one to judge. Politely, you offer a wave. Nothing flashy or energetic, simply the bare minimum.

You don’t look to see if he responds in any way, as you probably wouldn’t be met with anything. Instead, you turn your attention to the wall. They really had any weapon you could need here, didn’t they? Every single one was in pristine condition, that you could see at least.

You would have never touched a weapon in the old world, that you knew as fact. Why would you if you didn’t have a reason to? Why so much as place a finger upon something that could cause harm, when you could put your efforts into something else? Those thoughts, ones that you used to have, have been long forgotten as of now.

Taking a moment to admire them, you reach for a sleek, black crossbow. Weighing it in your hands, you press the stock against your shoulder and take a step behind you towards the range. It feels nice in your hands, not too heavy nor light. You take one arrow from the attached quiver, loading it with a quick move of your hand. Turning around, you kneel down and peer through the scope at the hay targets 15 yards away from your current position.

You hover your finger above the trigger, lining up your sights with the yellow center of the target. At that moment, nothing else matters. Not the man behind the counter, giving you shady looks as he watches you with an unimpressed look. Not that mission, the simple task that weighed your life in its hands like a god. Nothing. The only thing that mattered now was you and the target.

You steady the crossbow, using your other hand to hold it up. If you missed this, how could you survive in the field? Your eyes arrow in on the small, yellow circle in the center of the target. It wouldn’t be too hard to hit it, considering there was no wind nor monsters chasing you at the moment. You wanted to hit the minuscule black dot in the center.

With a sharp breath in, you fire. The arrow fires, flying through the arrow and straight towards the target. The man behind the counter raises an eyebrow, watching the arrow as it rips into the target. He lets out an annoyed huff, already heading under the counter to get a full quiver for you. Bullseye.

You smile to yourself softly, the good feeling of accomplishment flowing through you. Letting the weapon rest against your side, you turn back to the wall. With your primary weapon figured out, now you needed a melee and possibly a secondary weapon as well.

You choose something less flashy for your secondary, simple G17. The pistol isn’t your favorite, but it’d be better to have it than nothing. You had one when you first started out, the damn thing jamming too many times for your liking. Granted, you didn’t have sufficient ammo for the gun, but you’d rather it worked in life-threatening situations than not.

Now all you needed was a melee weapon. Easier said than done, seeing the sheer amount of different options at your disposal. You didn’t need something flashy, nor did you want it. You let out a quiet laugh as you look over some of the more… unusual options. Good gods, as much as you wanted it, you didn’t need a damn sword with you.

Looking back to the more tactical options, something catches your eye. A steel hatchet, an awfully beautiful one at that. The dark metal shines against the flickering lights of the armory, the edge of the blade reflecting your own features. You grip the handle, prying it off the wall, and hold it tightly. It was a lot lighter than you’d thought, feeling at home as you curled your fingers around it.

It was on the smaller side, but that only added to it. Gracefully, you toss it from one hand to the other, feeling the difference between the two. You’d wield it in your dominant hand, but it’s worth the effort to try with both. With a nod to yourself, you grab all three weapons and head to the man behind the counter.

He’s just as unamused as he looked when you first entered, scrunching up his nose as you place the weaponry on the concrete counter, the items clinking together in the process. He ducks under your line of sight, grumbling to himself. Within a few seconds, he pops back up, all the supplies you’d need in his arms.

A quiver, hatchet cover, ammo; anything you’d need for however long the mission would be. His tone is bored as he asks for payment, sliding your things across the counter with his hand held out. Reaching into one pocket of your bag, you pull out four poker chips, a mocking smile on either red or blue side.

His eyes widen as you drop them into his palm, staring at them with confusion. His voice almost hints at that of anger as he speaks up, voice gravelly. “I said two, not four. Are you an idiot?” His eyes are dark when they look into your own. You shrug your shoulders nonchalantly, grabbing your things and clipping them to your bag. “Consider it my thanks, Phineas.”

His mouth is agape as you leave, lifting your hand up as a ‘farewell’ while you head out the door. As your footsteps fall heavy against the floor, you contemplate your prior decision. Chips were the casino’s idea of money. You received chips if you did particularly excellent work on something, which was rare for most. Four chips for your safety didn’t seem like too far of a stretch. One would pay the world for their life, would they not?

Your steps echo down the halls as you make your way towards the main door, anxiety bubbling up. Gods, you were going to die on this mission, weren’t you? A solo mission against one of the most powerful beasts you had ever read about? You might as well have been writing your will then and there. The carpet of the lobby muffles your steps, leaving you to listen with no distraction to your racing mind.

Was this the last time you would step foot in the casino? You squeeze your eyes tightly, stopping in your tracks right in front of the door, letting out a groan. Fuck, you were overthinking this. Even if you didn’t make it to tomorrow, at least you made it this far, right? With a little pep talk to yourself, you push open one of the glass doors and step out into the darkness that lays outside of the casino.

“Oi.”

The voice makes you wince involuntarily. Turning to your left, you see the familiar mop of jet black hair leaning up against one of the casino’s walls. Your hands find themselves at your bag’s straps, pulling them tightly against you as you meet his gaze.

“Quackity.” Your voice comes out small, not something that you liked. His breath comes out in a puff, the cold temperature of the morning making the sight visible. Like a dragon, you think in the back of your mind. The childish thought is tossed aside as he pushes off of the wall, watching as he rubs his hands together and making his way past you. He stops at your side, not looking over at you. No, he just looks ahead as the sun rises behind you.

“Come back, won’t you?”

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judediangelo75 · 3 years

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Hair Raising Situations

Hello everyone!

So this one is gonna be a bit different.

1) I’m featuring my best friend in this one, because the whole “Judith Harris” development started between us two (She has her own MC of course and a Bill fan, Billiam being on her ship names).

2) It’s not connected to anything I’ve previously written, just a funny little story.

3) It’s not just TalbottxJudith. Shocker I know. Judith isn’t dating anyone but it would go in the order of who she interested in (from most to least). So it could be looked at as multiple ships and you’ll see her attitude to each person she interacts with.

4) Judith’s hair is straightened here, but when... what happened happens, it would be the same hair cut as Orion’s.

5) We did give Skye a twin brother, his name is Hermes. Get it lol?

Anyways, I hope you like this silly little story. Enjoy!

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(Brooke Brown) (Age: 16)

I was currently hiding out in the Courtyard in my Animagus form. Why, you may ask?

Because my best friend/sister is out to kill me.

Let's rewind, shall we?

-A little while earlier-

"I can't wait to prank someone with this Fanged Frisbee. Thanks for buying it for me, Brooke," Tonks cheered gleefully as we walked on the Training Grounds. I smiled at the pink haired Hufflepuff.

"Of course. You plan on scaring Filch and Miss Norris with it like last time," I asked. Tonks frowned.

"As much as I love to prank those two, I think I need a change of victims..." The girl trailed off as someone caught her eye. I looked up to find Judith practicing her broom surfing. I glanced back at Tonks and saw the impish smile spread on her face.

Oh no...

"Tonks, I know that look. Don't even think about," I quickly reprimanded the infamous prankster.

"Oh don't be such a spoil sport, Brooke. Her reaction is going to absolutely priceless," Tonks waved off, preparing to throw the Fanged Frisbee.

"Tonks, no-" I watched in horror as the prank item whirled at my best friend.

"JUDITH, LOOK OUT!" Luckily that caught her attention as she was able to evade the frisbee. But she didn't get a chance to rest as the Fanged Frisbee came whistling back round, giving chase.

Judith looked semi-scared as she did her best to shake off the frisbee as she flew around on her broom.

Tonks and I readied our wands to put a stop to the fanged prank item before our friend could get seriously hurt, expect we were have a hard time actually hitting the frisbee.

Tonks and I could only watch as the Fanged Frisbee closed in on her from behind.

"Judith, dive," I shouted. Judith didn't waste a second as she dove down. Judith was able to evade the fanged terror... somewhat.

The sound of fanged teeth cutting through hair felt impossibly loud. I couldn't help but to gape in horror as my best friend's hip-length hair was cut semi-choppily and fell to the ground. Tonks managed to cast Immobulous on the Fanged Frisbee but Judith didn't seem to notice. She stared at the ground where her hair fell while raising a shaking hand to her head.

Uh oh.

I immediately transformed into my red-tailed hawk and flew off. Not before hearing the scream that damn near shook the entire castle.

"BROOKE, TONKS! YOU'RE SO DEAD!"

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So now I've resorted to hiding until, hopefully, Judith cooled off.

I've been watching the doors that lead to the Courtyard just in case she comes here looking to rip my tail feathers off...

I was so caught up in my inner turmoil, I nearly fell out of the tree I was in when a giant Golden Eagle landed right next to me. Talbott and I transformed back into our human forms for a moment.

"What did you do this time," Talbott asked bluntly. I gave my fellow Ravenclaw an innocent look.

"What are you talking about? I didn't do anything," I said, doing my best to hide my nervous laughter. Talbott raised a sharp brow at me.

"And I'm sure Judith was yelling that she was gonna kill you and Tonks for kicks," he said. I shuddered in fear. Talbott sighed.

"Brooke-" I clapped my hand over his mouth, looking around in fear.

"SHHH! She'll be listening for my name for all I know," I hissed at the eagle Animagus. He stared at me, completely unamused.

"Whatever you did can't be-"

"BROOKE KELLY BROWN! YOU BETTER BE READY FOR AN ASS WHOOPING YOU’LL NEVER FORGET!" I let out a shriek, transforming back in my bird form and hiding behind a startled Talbott.

Judith stormed out in the Courtyard, a fire dancing in her pale gold eyes.

Oh Talbott if you love me as a friend, please for all that good and holy, do not tell her where I am...

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(Talbott Winger)

After meeting the "Cursed Children of Hogwarts", I knew my life will never be normal.

I was just thankful for meeting Judith first. Even though she and Brooke were just as persistent on being my friend, she was the much calmer one. Brooke tended to be more mischievous and can easily talk my ear off if I let her.

When I heard Judith's cry of pure fury earlier, all the way from the Library mind you, I knew Brooke and Tonks must've been up to no good. Judith isn't the type to explode or get mad easily, so whatever they did must've been a prank.

When the normally calm Hufflepuff stormed into the Courtyard with a glare sharp enough to kill a man, I instantly had an idea what they did. And couldn't help but blush at the difference.

Judith has been growing her hair out over the years. Her thick long curly mane would reach her mid-back in its natural state. But when it was straighten, it would reach her shapely hips.

I secretly thought she looked beautiful with long hair, silently wishing to play with her long locks. But now, said mane was now cut short. It was a bit choppy, but not in a bad way. She looked cute with short hair...

Her gold eyes scanned the Courtyard for her fearful best friend who was now taking refuge in my hood. Her eyes landed on me and her angry expression melted into something akin to shy embarrassment. She walked up to me slowly.

"H-hey Tal-Talbott," she quietly greeted me. I rose a brow.

The fact that she can switch from rage to shyness nearly gave me whiplash.

"Hello Judith," I replied. The girl crossed her arms staring at her feet. I couldn't help but find her adorable right now.

She was wearing her semi-casual class outfit. A black sweater over her white button-down collar and yellow and black tie, a black skirt that reached her knees, dark gray long socks, and her shiny ballet flats. With her short hair, it made seem so much sweeter...

I jumped down, feeling Brooke squirm before quickly settling in my hood. I took a few steps forward until I was standing in front of the cute Hufflepuff.

"Have you seen Brooke around," she quietly asked.

I felt a nervous twitch on my back.

Deciding to cover for my fellow Ravenclaw, I shook my head. Silence ensued between the two of us, as Judith still has yet to meet my gaze.

"New haircut," I inquired in an attempt to break the silence. The girl flinched.

"Not by choice. It looks bad, I know," she grumbled. As much as I love her with long hair, I love seeing her like this as well. It brought out her face more, and she looks cuter with the fact it wasn't completely even.

"Who said anything about it looking bad. I think you look rather cute with it," I whispered, twirling a strand between my fingers. Judith looked at me surprised, a hint of color appearing on her face.

"I- um... uh..." I felt a small smile grow on my face.

"Thank you," she squeaked, coming out more like a question rather than a statement.

Too cute.

I dropped my hand, silently chuckling.

"D-do me a favor and tell Brooke that we have Quidditch practice l-later, please," she stumbled over her words. I gave her a small smile.

"Sure, anything for you, little bird," I said softly. The girl's blush grew worse as she tucked a couple of loose strands behind her ear.

"Th-Thanks, Talbott. I'll see you later," she mumbled before quickly leaving the Courtyard. A few moments later, Brooke came out of hiding and transformed back into her human form. She pulled me into a tight hug.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" I felt her squeeze me tighter with each thank you and quickly patted her back, wheezing that she'll break me in half if she hugged me any tighter.

The Ravenclaw girl released me, giving me a sheepish smile.

"Oh, how I wish I could have you around all the time, Talbott. You managed to disarm her without even trying," she sighed in relief. I rolled my eyes at that. Not that I was looking to in the first place, but I did manage to calm the angry Hufflepuff down quite a bit.

"I don't feel like being your human shield every time you get her mad, Brooke. Remember, you have Quidditch practice with her soon so eventually, you'll be on your own," I pointed out. Brooke paled at that and whimpered. I would love to see how she wriggles her way out of that one...

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(Orion Amari)

McNully, the Parkin twins, and I awaited our two teammates so we can start practice. Though I sense there might be some minor conflict that could cause a shift of imbalance during today's practice.

If Judith's yell from earlier was an indication...

Judith and I connect very well.

She may have the strength that Skype prefers and the tactic that appeals to McNully but I noticed she gravitated more on my lessons on balance above everything else. She didn't bat an eye at my methods, whether it be for us to talk as equals by balancing on our broomsticks or even when I taught her how to Inspired Broom Surfing.

She seems to enjoy not only the challenge but the peace it seems to bring her.

I don't know much about the Curse Vaults but I know it brings her much stress. Helping her clear her mind is definitely something I would gladly do for her whenever she wants.

"OY! Where the hell is Harris and Brown?! They should've been here by now," Skye grumbled, tapping her foot impatiently. Her twin, Hermes, smirked.

"What's the matter, Sky? Eager to get your pasty ass handed to you so soon? Especially after being the Hospital Wing for so long?" The Hufflepuff snarled at her Ravenclaw brother.

"Put a sock in it, will ya?! Now that I'm recovered, I'm gonna mop the floor with you," Skye hissed. McNully simply shook his head at the Parkin Chasers.

"I give it a 98.9% chance this has to do with Judith's death threat earlier," he told me.

"And what could you think to be the reason," I asked the Quidditch commentator. He shrugged his broad shoulders.

"Beats me."

"S-sorry we-we're late, everyone..." came a slightly timid apology. We all turned to find the Ravenclaw Chaser and Hufflepuff Beater in their respected practice uniforms. Brooke, who voiced this apology, was looking away and Judith silently glared daggers at her best friend.

I blinked in surprise as I took in my Beater.

Judith's hair has been cut drastically short, very similar to my own in fact. I'd always found the Hufflepuff to be alluring with her long, thick mane. Especially when the wind would blow, toying with her locks as she meditated with me or when we simply practicing flying on our brooms together.

Her short hair didn't dampen her beauty but simply changed it in a different light. Her facial features were brought out more due to the cut. Her big gold eyes, her soft cheeks, her slightly sharp jawline...

"Tch, nice haircut Harris," Hermes snorted. The girl shifted her glare over to him, making him slightly flinched.

"We don't have time for a bloody makeover, Judith, we had a Quidditch title to defend," Skye chided.

"Oh, can it both of you! It's not like I asked for a bad hair day," Judith snapped, sending a side-eye to a timid Brooke.

"May I asked what happened exactly," McNully asked politely. Judith sighed, refusing to say anything. Brooke tried not to twitch under her hard stare.

"Let's just say a Fanged Frisbee gone wrong," Brooke vaguely summarized. I let out a hum of understanding as I studied the Hufflepuff Beater. A few strands landed in front of her face. Before Judith could do anything, I carefully brushed her hair behind her ear, allowing my fingertips to lightly caress her cheek.

The girl blinked at me in surprise, a blush coloring her face.

"I see nothing wrong with it. I think short hair suits you," I said with a smile. The girl couldn't find any words to say after I complimented her.

"S-so, le-let's get to practicing, ye-yeah," the Hufflepuff Beater offered. I silently chuckled at her attempt to change the subject but appeased her nonetheless.

It didn't escape my attention however when Brooke shot me a grateful look.

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"Oh boy, definitely need a Wiggenweld Potion," Brooke winced as practice concluded.

Judith showed no mercy, hitting Bludgers with deadly accuracy. She managed to nail Hermes and Brooke quite a number of times, much to Skye's delight, but I can still sense some level of unbalance coming from her.

"Judith, may I speak with you. Alone," I called out to her. Murphy and Skye shrugged, Brooke looked relieved (more or less running out of the stadium, despite her injuries) and Hermes smirked making kissing noises in our direction. Judith looked very peeved, as well as a bit flustered, at that and looked ready to jump the male but I held her back with a steady hand on her shoulder.

"Come now, it wouldn't be long. I promise," I whispered gently to her. Her face did a funny little spasm as her blush grew worse, but she relented. When the others cleared out, I turned Judith so she could face me. The girl stubbornly looked at my chest. I let out a sigh and tilted her chin up so she could look at me.

"Something troubles you. What's wrong," I softly asked.

"It's stupid. One of the few days I actually could relax, I get chased by a rogue Fanged Frisbee thanks to Tonks and Brooke and now I have a haircut that makes me look more like a boy. I'm already insecure about myself as is, this just put me in a foul mood," the girl admitted.

My gaze softened at the Hufflepuff witch.

Tentatively, I cupped her cheek, brushing my thumb under her eye.

"Long or short, your hair doesn't define your beauty, Judith. I'm not speaking to you out of concern a captain has for his teammate, but simply as a wizard expressing himself to a witch. I truly mean when I say you're an alluring girl," I whispered to her. I leaned in pressed a small kiss on her hairline. I heard her let out a shaky breath. Pulling away, her eyes were closed and the blush darkened.

Her gold eyes fluttered open to meet my dark brown ones. She gave me a shy smile.

"Th-Thank you, Orion," she said quietly. I hummed softly and stepped back to give her some space. She asked if she could leave now and I gave her a smile and nodded, saying I'll see her around. She gifted me with one last small smile before walking out of the stadium. I heard the grass being crunched under a set of wheels.

"You seriously could've made the poor girl faint you know," I heard McNully say. I turned to him with a guileless smile.

"You know that I have no shame expressing how I feel. I feel a connection towards the girl, simple as that," I said. The commentator rolled his eyes and chuckled.

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(Andre Egwu)

I was in the Ravenclaw Common Room studying one of Murphy's playbooks. I really want to be a better Seeker so I can actually play on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. I want to make my grandmother proud... and Judith as well.

The witch never had to reach out to help me, especially since she's on the Hufflepuff team. But she helped introduced me to Murphy so I can learn and strategy wizard himself. I was actually surprised how friendly those two were with each other, which means they've been working closely for quite a while. I remember the kind smile she sent my way when she promised that this is will help me become a better Seeker.

She had such a beautiful smile. Among a lot of features.

Her smooth chocolate skin.

Her delicately sculpted face.

Her athletically fit (and slightly curvy) body.

Her bright gold eyes.

Her long dark hair.

I sighed dreamily.

"Whatcha sighing about, Andre?" A very familiar voice spoke. I jumped to find Judith standing close to the couch I resided on. I blinked in surprise.

Judith blew a strand of her now short hair from her face as she looked at me curiously. Suddenly her battle cry from earlier today makes so much more sense...

Along with Brooke's frantic running in and out (with a bunch of snacks and candy in hand) of the Common Room, yelling if anyone needed her she'll be in the Gryffindor Common Room...

I can understand Judith's anger, but...

It's not as bad as she thinks it is...

"Andre?" I snapped back to reality as the Hufflepuff rose a brow at me. I blushed.

"Sorry, sorry... I was caught up in studying these playbooks," I partially lied through the skin of my teeth. I felt my entire face grow hot. She let out a soft hum.

"Alright," she finally said. I let out a soft sigh of relief. I stood to take a closer look at the girl.

"Cute haircut, whose your stylist," I commented, ruffling her hair playfully. The girl stared at me, surprise overtaking her features.

"I was half expecting you to find this bad," she said, running through her fingers through the choppy cut to fix it. I shook my head.

"You looked good with how your hair was before, but you look very cute with this cut," I said honestly. The Hufflepuff Prefect chuckled and hugged me around the waist. I blushed and wrapped my arms around her. The sweet smell of her shampoo wafted up my nose. Mmm... cocoa butter and coconuts...

I felt a dopey grin spread on my face.

Dear Gods if this is a dream, don't wake me up...

Unfortunately, the girl pulled away.

"I wanted to ask you something," she said. The warmth of her hug and the sweet smell still left me in a slight delirious euphoria. So I didn't hesitate to answer.

"Sure, anything..."

"Do you by any chance know where Brooke is?"

"She went to the Gryffindor Common Room," I said, unknowingly ratting Brooke out to her possibly vengeful best friend. Said best friend gave me a giant smile and another hug.

"Thank you, Andre," she said, and was there a slight purr in her voice? She turned on her heel and walked out of the room, leaving me alone once again.

Sighs... so worth it...

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(Brooke Brown)

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

Once I get my hands on Egwu, I'm gonna clobber him!

...Assuming I survive my best friend's wrath...

I glanced at Bill, who was basically yeeted across the room to keep Judith from entering the room. He ended up hitting an armchair, which toppled backward. I forgot how strong my best friend was...

I silently whimpered at the sight of Judith smirking down at me.

"L-l-let's not do-do anything drastic n-now...! I-I'm sure we can t-talk about this, haha haha haha pleasedon'thurtme," I said as I shrunk into the couch. Judith remained quiet for a moment before chuckling. I shut my eyes.

Oh no...

Goodbye world, it was nice knowing you...

"Relax, will ya? I'm not gonna hurt you..." I cracked open one eye.

"Really," I asked quietly.

"Well not really..." Not helping!

"You can say that the short hair kinda grew on me, so I'm gonna spare you from anything drastic," she said.

"Wha-But-How-" The short Hufflepuff gave me a small smile with a slight blush on her face.

"You can say I received some votes of confidence today," she said softly, brushing a few strands behind her ear. I thought back. Talbott. Orion. Andre.

I smirked and snickered.

Apparently, that was the wrong move as Judith's eyes sharpened into a glare. I 'eeped' as she leaned in close to my face.

"Even so, I'm not spending x amount of years just to regrow my hair. You gonna find a way to help me grow it back or else. Got it," she whispered. I nodded frantically. She gave me a lazy smirk.

"Good. See ya at dinner, bestie," she said, pulling away and walking out of the room. Once she was gone, I went over to check to make sure that Bill was okay while mentally wondering how can I convince Penny to brew me some kind of hair potion...

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Scarlet Crossroads

Chapter 5: Trust

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For being one phase, it seemed to carry on forever. Sure, you were a patient person, but that didn’t mean you liked doing nothing for such an extended amount of time.

To be honest, you weren’t just doing ‘nothing’. You were running in the woods, your shoes covered in mud, the cold mist hitting you in the face as you took large steps. You were confident in your tracking abilities, knowing that if you somehow lagged behind, you’d find the group quickly. (Not that it would ever happen though.)

That’s why you didn’t hesitate to stick behind with your newfound companions, Leorio and Kurapika, as they trailed behind Gon and Killua.

You must say, their progress was surprising. Neither of them seemed a bit tired, nor worried. It was comforting in a way, their innocence that is. Looking at them could be compared to still water, resting in its permanent tranquility, unbothered by the unforgiveness of the other elements.

You hoped it would forever stay that way, but of course, life is cruel, and so are the people who walk with it. Breaking from your thoughts, you notice that the two pre-teens had wondered ahead, separating themselves from the group, or maybe even someone in particular.

There was no question as to who it was, which made it all the more amusing to you. The magician hadn’t even tried to hide his aura, the lust practically seeping off of him. As to why your brother affiliated with him? That answer remains unknown.

You glance at your comrades, Kurapika and Leorio matching paces, their breathing evening out with each other. As much as the two liked to argue, they sure did match pretty well. It was as if their personalities were made to clash, often butting heads about some small thing that really held no interest to you.

As you listened to the men ahead of you, you almost wanted to scoff. It seems you weren’t the only one pissed off at Hisoka’s advances. The more you glanced at them, the more they stood out to you. They were running in a formation that looked almost thought out, as if they all knew each other. Most likely a gang of some sort.

Whatever the case was, Hisoka got lucky. He’d be able to let loose some of his pent up bloodlust, meaning, he’d maybe calm down for once.

You merely scowled at the thought, knowing that it would never come true. Hisoka didn’t know the definition of calm, well atleast, your definition of it. You knew that these men wouldn’t complete this exam, much less this phase. They wouldn’t even get to go home to whatever families they had, hug their children, wives, whatever they had waiting for them.

But they chose to come here, knowing the consequences behind it. Murder upon contestants was legal, knowing that as long as the examiners were safe, they didn’t care what happened to you. How comforting.

As you watched Hisoka from afar, he seemed to be luring the group into a separate direction, and as much as you’d like to follow him, you had to stick with Leorio and Kurapika.

Minutes felt like hours, and to your dismay, the fog only grew. If it weren’t for your background, you might have fallen for the tricks used by the creatures of Swindlers Swamp.

Speaking of which, it was pathetic watching these men subject to the noises around them. They gave in to their fear, letting their feet guide them to something even greater.

You stopped as soon as Kurapika and Leorio began to slow their pace, almost like they were out of breath.

“What’s up?” You questioned, your feet digging into the mud below you. “Something wrong?”

Leorio cried out in shock, pointing ahead of him. “Of course somethings wrong?! Where’d the other contestants go?!”

Kurapika was wide eyed, watching as something began to move closer.

Your eyes widened, your arm reaching behind you to grab something from your bag when suddenly someone walked past you. They looked to be in a daze, the contestant clearly confused.

As soon as he got close enough to the object, he disappeared with a yelp, causing Kurapika to jump backwards.

It seems you hadn’t been careful enough, and led them right into a trap. Hopefully, by saving everyone’s asses, you could make it up to them.

With that in mind, you rushed forward, shoving the two men behind you just as the ground tore apart.

Large portions of earth were kicked towards you, your arms crossing as you braced for impact. Before they could touch you, you appeared in the air, landing gracefully on your feet, away from the destruction.

Before you stood a Noggin Lugging Tortoise, a monster who used food shaped spikes on their back to lure prey towards it. It was smart, but due to its size, it wouldn’t be fast enough to keep up with you.

You looked back towards Kurapika and Leorio, the other contestants running away from the large monster. How pathetic, but at least they knew they couldn’t win this fight.

You ran to join the duo, standing back to back with them, your eyes tracing the air around you. From what you could tell, three of the monsters had circled around you, all preparing to crush their jaws down on your tiny, fragile, human bodies.

Before they could do that, you rushed forward, pulling a long metal staff from out of your bag. It’s sharp edges gave off a harsh glare from whatever light was exposed, making it look all the more deadly.

It crackled with energy, the engravings turning a deep red, glowing with what seemed to be the power of its owner.

You sprung upwards, the edge of the staff making contact with the brittle skin of the beast, immediately piercing through it. It let out a shriek, trying to shake you off, but it was of no use.

The area you had punctured turned a deep purple, almost as if it was completely out of blood.

That’s when you pulled back, jumping down from your suspended position, your staff spinning in the air as it made it back to your hand.

The large monster fell to the ground, its eyes drooping to a close. It shook the ground as it made contact, almost comparable to that of an earthquake.

You whipped your head around as you heard the shouts of Leorio, who had gotten caught in the mouth of another beast, wood being his savior as it prevented the jaw from closing.

That’s when Kurapika jumped into the air, his wooden blades piercing the monster's eyes, his eyes filled with nothing but worry for his friend.

That’s when you noticed a difference between the two of you. He did it to save his friend, while you, did it to strengthen the trust they held for you. He did it out of selflessness, while you did it for your own confirmation.

You scowled, the staff shrinking in your hand as you stepped forward, catching Leorio as he dropped to the ground, his weight almost taking you off guard.

Kurapika shouted a quick “Let’s go”, before sprinting further into the fog, knowing you’d be close behind.

As you quickly followed his example, you glanced down at Leorio, who seemed to have experienced whiplash. “You alright there, tough guy?”

He blushed at the current predicament, somehow forgetting the large monster that was growling from behind him. “Y-yeah! Of course I’m fine! You can’t really expect that to stop me, can you?!” He huffed, flailing his arms, almost hitting you in the face. “And can you put me down?! A woman isn’t supposed to be holding a man like this, it’ll give someone the wrong idea!”

“Like what? I saved your ass?” You question, your eyes narrowing. “Cause it’s true.” You paused, looking behind you at where the monster used to be. “That fall would have broken a tailbone, which could interfere with the performance of the exam.”

“Well, I didn’t! So, I guess what I’m supposed to say is, thank you! But seriously, put me down!” Leorio complained, sounding almost like a child.

“Alright fine.” You rolled your eyes, dropping him on the ground, his rear making contact with the wet ground. His head shot up at you, a strong glare on his face. “What? You said to put you down.” You smiled, glancing at Kurapika, who seemed to mirror your expression.

“Not like that-“ he groaned, sitting up to wipe off his pants. “Just- whatever! I don’t care! Let’s just go before we really get behind!”

“Right, like we aren’t already.” You muttered, starting to match paces with Kurapika, your eyes trying to read his features.

Kurapika’s own eyes met your gaze, his orbs widening a bit when he noticed you were staring. He bashfully looked forward again, his teeth baring down on eachother.

“Also, are you gonna explain the weird stuff you did back there?! I kinda wanna know who I’m traveling with! You haven’t said a word about yourself, and you expect us to trust you?!” Leorio had caught up, looking at your bag, almost like he was going to rip it from straps that kept it close to your back.

“Leorio, she doesn’t have to say anything if she isn’t interested, not everyone is nosy like you.” Kurapika mumbled. “She saved you from that fall, you should be thankful and leave it at that.”

You chuckled softly, a genuine grin on your face as the boys argued over you. “It’s quite alright actually.” You spoke, your voice clear as day, almost as if water had been released from their ears. “I don’t mind sharing some things.”

“Great! Now, I’ve got a few questions.” Leorio pondered, his eyes trailing your body, a cheeky smile on his lips. “What’s your-“

Before he could finish his sentence, your hand collided with his mouth, clamming it shut.

Ahead of you stood a clearing, Hisoka and the group from before standing in front of each other, a wicked smile on the magician's face.

Shit.

TYSM FOR READING CHAPTER FIVE BABES!!! THIS IS WHERE WE STARTING GETTING INTO IT!!! IM NOT THE BEST WHEN IT COMES TO FIGHTING SCENES, SO I HOPE THIS WENT WELL?? IM HOPING SCARLET CROSSROADS WILL HELP ME GET GOOD AT ACTION SCENES HAHAH!

ANYWAY, THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING SO CONSIDERATE LAST WEEK! I was seriously going through something AND I don’t think It would’ve ended well if It weren't for the HUGE AMOUNT of support I got from you!!! I love you all so much, so please, take my love. If you ever need anything, send me a dm or an ask, I’ll answer it in a heartbeat.

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Birthday Boy (The real birthday present)

A/N: HAPPY VALENTINES DAY sorry this is late but also not sorry because it’s your fault. Have this sequel I’ve been working on for literal ages. love you bitch hope you like it <3

P/N: Again, this has been hoarded for 2 weeks. This is also a sequelish to something I have been writing. Prompt given by this lovely person @pissbabydean. Thank you for this valentines gift I love it. Hopefully it will kick my own ass in gear to get the now prequel out soon!

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“Now strip so I can give you your real birthday present,”

Dean was more than happy to oblige and eagerly shrugged off his tee, wiggling out of his sweatpants awkwardly. He didn’t care how stupid he must have looked, he was too damn excited (so, sue him - he’d had a rough day).

He sucked in a shuddering breath as Cas plucked the handcuffs up from the rumpled covers and crawled over to him, fingertips trailing up his chest to his arms in a silent request. Willingly, Dean raised his arms and let Cas lean over him to cuff his wrists together, hooking the chain around one of the bedposts. He fiddled with the cuffs for a moment, his shirt hanging in front of Dean’s face, it smelled like his detergent mixed with cologne. He pressed his face into the clothed chest in front of him, inhaling the gentle pine-y scent. He more felt the inquisitive noise his boyfriend made than heard it and smiled against the soft material.

“Missed you, ‘s all. You smell good.”

Cas smiled fondly down at him and settled himself down on his legs, carefully unscrewing the pot of ink and setting it down on the nightstand. He ripped the packaging of the quill and tossed it aside haphazardly, examining the length of it under a scrutinous gaze.

“So, birthday boy. Where should I start?” Cas all but leered down at him, twirling the quill between his thumb and forefinger, the swoops of the feathered tip falling close but not quite to his side. He immediately tensed and twitched with every movement, anticipatory giggles already building up in his throat.

“I-uheh-I’unno,” He would have shrugged were he able to - his voice was soft, almost shy. Castiel reveled in it.

“No?” Cas intoned, expertly his expression shifted into one of faux-surprise. The surprisingly pointed and torturously stiff end of the feather was suddenly twirling in the shallow dip of his belly button and a very squeaky “eep!” noise flew from his mouth before he bit his lip and shook his head, squirming already.

“Trial and error it is, then.” He said resignedly. The feather traced swirls and curly-cues around the expanse of bare skin before him, barely touching, and it drove Dean closer to insanity than he really cared to be. Every movement had him jerking and twisting and twitching, torn between shying away from the barely-there sensation or arching into it, just to feel something more tangible. It was cruel, really, and Cas was talking the whole time. Muttering in his stupid teasing voice about “how about here? Hm…here? Ooh, this would be a good spot,” while assaulting said spots with the tip of that quill. Yeah. Cruel.

It was his birthday, after all. Cas had no right to be so mean. Well, he did - evidently. But it was just immoral.

“Ca-Cahahsss, it’s my bihirthday. Don’t be a dick,” He tried to keep a straight face, at least - he knew any kind of frown was out of the question. He couldn’t even do that while he complained, and he could tell Cas was just loving that.

“I suppose you’re right,” He sighed finally, flipping the quill around to curl his fingers around the sharpened shaft and dipped it primly into the pot of ink, carefully tapping the excess off on the edge. He brought it back over to Dean and tilted his head, pressing the blackened tip to the curve of his bottom most rib. Dean went rigid under him and held his breath, immediately sputtering into quiet and jumpy laughter when the tip of the quill traced words onto him - with the occasional pause for Cas to re-ink the tip. Dean was too busy chewing on his tongue and tossing his head back to stare at the ceiling to observe what exactly Cas was writing.

“There,” Cas announced with a final flourish of the quill in his hand, scraping it across his oblique, drawing a more pronounced giggle from the flushed man beneath him.

“You done?” Dean sighed in equal parts relief and disappointment. Cas raised an eyebrow and blew gently on the ink.

“Not quite. I want you to tell me three things you like about yourself. Just three.”

Dean pulled a face - at both his boyfriend’s strange and frankly embarassing task and the strange cold sensation from the ink drying.

“Aw, c’mon, Cas. I don’t wanna do that crap now.” He groaned. Cas shifted and repositioned his seat higher up, settling his weight over Dean’s thighs.

“What ‘crap’ are you referring to?”

Dean licked his lips and tugged at the handcuffs absentmindedly. Yep, he was still very much stuck. Joy.

“Y’know, that, ‘self love’ schtick, or whatever. C’monn, I’m the birthday boy, ‘member?”

“I do remember. This is part of your present, honey,” He slipped his rarely-used but extremely sappy petname in there like a damn bear trap. Dean immediately felt his face go beet red and he ducked his head as best he could. He stayed silent.

Dean could feel the self-satisfied grin on Cas’s face before he even saw it - his boyfriend reached forward to cradle his jaw and bring him in for a kiss. Far too sweet for someone who thought it was funny to torment him on his birthday.

“I’ll go first,” He offered, and there was the cold press of he inked quill to his skin again. This time it was on his flank. His muscles contacted and he clenched his fists in anticipation.

“You’re devoted. Dedicated. To your studies, your family, your friends. To me.” He said thoughtfully as he scratched something onto the quivering flesh. Dean felt his face heat up again around huffs of laughs-but-not-quite, this time even his chest must have been getting pink. He hated it when it did that.

“Loving. You love so deeply, Dean, so completely - more than anyone I’ve ever met. Did you know that?” He continued, and then there was the dull scrabbling at his waistline. That sent Dean into more desperate giggling.

“You’re a genius. A problem solver. You come up with solutions others couldn’t dream up in their life.” A word written just above his bellybutton.

Dean must have been the color of his maroon zip-up, his entire chest was doing these weird swooping flip-flops and he felt like he could cry just from the confidence that Cas spoke with.

He twirled the quill in his pen with a cocky sort of showmanship and started trailing the feather along his collarbone, sometimes flicking up to his ears or neck. Dean writhed and scrunched his shoulders up, halting snickers and bursts of laughter that sometimes sounded suspiciously like snorts were wrenched from his otherwise sealed mouth.

“Your turn,” He announced smugly. Dean huffed and craned his neck to evade the feather tip that had taken an interest at the stretch of skin under his jaw.

“I-Ihih think you juhust about covered it,”

Castiel let out a long suffering sigh and discarded the quill, taking Dean’s chin with his thumb and forefinger, forcing him to make eye contact.

“Do I need to give you some extra incentive to do as I ask?” He challenged. Dean smirked and shrugged.

“Guess you’ll just have to find out,”

Oh, and regret was not something he typically felt in the setting of his or Cas’s room but now it definitely was. Maybe definitely. Shut up.

What made it worse was that he knew he had just inadvertently asked for it. He bucked and shrieked and cackled, rattling the entire bedframe with his frantic response to the devastating two-fingered drilling motions assaulting the hollows of his hips.

“Just three things, Dean. That’s all I ask.” Castiel raised his voice to be heard over the inhuman squawking he was drawing out of the other man.

“FUHUHCK FUCK MAHAHAN I C. CAHAHAN’T!” He howled, throwing his head back so hard he thought he might get whiplash. Cas relented a fraction, using just his thumb to rub circles into the bony ridges of his hips. It was still unbearable, and he was still having damn near animalistic reactions to just how badly it tickled, but at least he could hope to verbalize.

“FUH-FIHIHINE OKAHAY I GIHIHIVE.”

The fingers slowed, but didn’t stop.

“Good. Tell me,” Cas smiled at him, and it was all doting and loving and that combined with the fingers that were crawling alone the jut of his hip made his poor brain short circuit. Still, he managed to babble out an answer.

“I gueheheuss I dihid okay w-with Sammy,” Dean hiccupped. His face brightened as he retrieved the quill.

“Yes, you’re a very nurturing person.” Dean could feel the pride radiating from his terrible, awful and goddamned amazing boyfriend. Regrettably, he couldn’t even find it in himself to be mad at Cas. Damnit.

He brought the quill to scribble a word on his chest - right over his heart.

“There. What else?”

Dean groaned again and hid his face in the crook of his arm. “I don’t know, man,” He muttered defeatedly.

Fingers traced the cords of he undersides of his biceps and he squeaked, already shaking his head.

“Nonono, Cas, let’s t-CAS FFFFUCK NOHOHOHO YOUSONUVABITCHI’LLKICKYOURA- AHAHAHASS!” Loud, boisterous laughter wracked his entire body while matching claws dug into the cursedly tender flesh of his pits. He shuddered and twisted, tugging desperately at the restraints that kept him fully vulnerable to Cas’s deadly attack.

“Two more to go, Dean.” He said calmly, his tone mockingly honeyed, as if he weren’t dragging Dean within an inch of his damn life.

“FINEFINEFINE I C-I’M GOOHOOD WITH MY HANDS?”

Cas’s fingers slowed, opting instead for a light dragging of his fingertips and sometimes nails, which was entirely unfair. Giggles punched their way out from his chest, his entire body jumping with each one.

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“T-tehehlling! Definitely telling! I-I cahan fihix things up, y’knohow, build furnituhuhure,” He babbled, arms twitching and jerking under the continued assault. Cas tilted his head in thought, once again pinching that stupid quill between his evil fingers.

“That’s a good one. You are very handy.” Cas nodded, spelling out another word along his uppermost rib. Dean let out a giggle-riddled sigh while his squirming renewed and he chuckled quietly. Cas leaned down and kissed his cheek when he finished, a soft and adoring look in his eyes.

“You’re doing very well. Thank you.”

Dean huffed and pouted his lips indignantly, surging forward to catch those lips with his own. He felt Cas smile into it.

“Last one,” He whispered when he pulled away, not before kissing his chin and jaw. A single finger scritched across his lower belly and Dean bit his lip once again, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Eheh-I…I gotta greheat ass,” He grinned, eyes flashing cheekily. That dragged a laugh out of his boyfriend and he suddenly looked very disappointed he couldn’t really affirm that statement with Dean’s current state.

“That’s true, but I think we can tweak that statement a little bit. Hm…how about…” Cas trailed off and pressed a hand flat against Dean’s belly and set to work with the quill, he narrated as he wrote it out. In big letters, all the way across the center of his torso.

“Dean Winchester is beautiful, inside and out.”

Dean stared at him in open-mouthed shock. They were just words. 7 words. Hardly different from the other poetic and mushy stuff Cas had said to him. But…

“Get up here, you big sap,” Dean said hoarsely, a watery smile tugging at his lips. Cas smiled up at him, and it was the sweetest thing he thought he’d ever seen, all flashing white teeth and gums.

#submission #supernatural #ticklish!dean #Destiel #College!au #sequel #Dean cannot take compliments #so cas found other ways to prove how much dean is worth

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marvelfansince08love · 4 years

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Beneath your scars

Word Count: 3597

Pairing: Wilhemina Venable x Female!Reader

Prompts: “You deserve more than this” “You think I’m beautiful” “I can’t live...not with you” “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Warning: angst with a happy ending, mentions of fighting and scars, Mina showing her vulnerable side. NSFW 18+ you’ve been warned lmao.

A/N: For anon, I hope you enjoy reading. I loved writing this and messing around with Mina’s vulnerable side and delving into her character a bit more.

Tags: @waitingfortheendtocome @natasha-danvers @imnotasuperhero

I do not own this gif!

Prompts 1,8,11,17 Being with Wilhemina Venable was like being on a roller-coaster. You enjoy the ride while it's at its peak heading for that blue sky but then it drops making your stomach curl, wanting to close your eyes as tight as possible while you weave through sharp corners just hoping to get back to the peak within the clouds again.

You see, being at the peak close to the clouds was when you were at your best with Mina, you both may not admit it but you enjoy being around each other, you enjoy talking into the late nights after a hard day. Mina would travel home from work and take the first exit straight to you without realising it but you'd be there by the door, glass of red in hand for her and her favourite meal set at the table. You'd smile knowingly at her tired face and without a single word uttered you'd take her into your arms and hold her tight. You've both never brought up your relationship status, too scared to ruin what you've created but you both knew it was something special.

Six months down the line and you are still riding that coaster higher and higher into the clouds. One dark night you decide to change up your routine by driving to her home after a stressful day at the office to surprise her. You see, working for the rival company of your lover can be difficult and you both try not to delve into too much information about the companies in fear of clashing and ruining your private bubble you both have created.

You see to an outsider, your relationship looks like the classic same-sex relationship with passion and love, but the thing is you and Mina haven’t reached that stage of your relationship yet. Sure, you share heated kisses and flirt like real lovers but your relationship is much more deeper than that. You are each other's comfort, someone to hold tightly to at night when you need it; always full clothed per Mina’s request, who you can moan to about your day, to watch out for you outside the office.

You both work such demanding jobs it’s difficult to make the relationship any more than just two close friends enjoying each other's company, it would just complicate things or at least, that’s what you keep telling yourself.

You pull up into Mina's private driveway, already knowing that she's aware of your arrival from her private security cameras. She stands by the large doorway leaning slightly against her cane, dressed in her signature purple colour. However, one thing that catches your eye making you smile softly is that her usual classic ponytail that holds her beautiful red hair in place is now loose and draped softly down her back.

‘And I get the privilege of seeing her like this’ you think smugly, while gathering your work bag and walking casually over to her.

As you reach the last step towards her front door you smell that familiar scent of vanilla that surrounds the redhead making you sigh, already feeling the tension from the day falling away from you. Mina pushes off of her cane gently and takes a step forward, her hand grasping your work shirt and tugging you close until you feel those cherry red lips lock with your own making you hum lightly.

"That has been the best greeting I've had all day," you comment as you lean back slightly allowing one of your hands to comb through her hair basking in the softness of it.

"Oh? Well I hope I'm the only one who gets to greet you like this or else, I'm going to have to use this cane to whoop some bitche's ass," she murmurs, pulling you close once more and placing a dominant kiss to your lips before leading you into her home. You trail behind slightly admiring the sway of her hips as she takes you through into the kitchen. You place your bag by the doorway before taking a seat at the kitchen table.

"Oh, you’d use the cane now, that's hot." You tease, wiggling your eyebrows playfully at her as she brings over a bottle of red wine to the table before scolding you teasingly.

"Watch it you or I just might," she walks over and places an empty wine glass next to you before placing a gentle kiss to your temple and taking a vacant seat to the side of you.

You both continued on with your night laughing and ranting about anything and everything, you tease and joke to make her laugh and smile because ‘oh what a beautiful smile she has when she shows it’. After a while, you move towards the living room area and lounge across the sofa, Mina's back against your front as you sit upright against the arm of the sofa. You twirl a stray lock between your fingers as Mina reads from her latest book, you place gentle kisses at the back of her neck making her hum in satisfaction, her head rolling to the side an inch giving you more access.

"Mmm don't start something you can't finish Y/N," she mutters, eyes still glued to the pages of her book. You chuckle quietly before moving her hair to one side and planting a wet kiss on her neck.

"Who says we can't finish hmm?" Mina quickly turns over so she's chest to chest with you, her book falling to the floor as her lips meet yours in a heated kiss. You continue to clash lips, biting down on her delicious full bottom lip making her moan quietly. Hands move to caress one another, her cold hand making its way under your shirt making you squirm as they connect to your warm skin. Her finger tips tentatively graze across your stomach as if hesitant to continue further, you grab a hold of her wrist and bring her hand further up your shirt encouraging her silently to continue. Your hand reaches behind her back grasping the metal zipper of her dress and slowly dragging it down, Mina freezes above you suddenly and rips away from you so quickly you feel like you’ve experienced whiplash.

You blink a few times trying to gather your bearings again from within the mist of pleasure you were just experiencing. Quickly sitting up, you eye Mina’s guarded form as she quickly re-zips her dress, her face stonic as you practically sits on the armchair, as far away from you as possible. Your heart beats rapidly worried that if you make the wrong move, you’ll scare her away.

If you have learnt anything about Mina in the last six months, is that Wilhemina Venable may be a hard-ass but underneath that stonic exterior is just a frightened woman wanting to be loved and accepted.

“Mina are yo-”

“I think you should leave,” She harshly demanded, standing quickly and readjusting herself while grabbing a hold of her cane by the sofa. You stand cautiously and approach her like a frightened animal, stopping just a few inches away watching as her eyes focus on something over your shoulder avoiding your gaze.

“Miss.Y/L/N, if you could please leave and make sure to delete my number, your presence is no longer required.” Her tone unsympathetic, her lips pierced in a sour fashion. She turns on the spot and heads for the door, the only thing echoing around the room is the sound of her cane hitting the expensive flooring as she approaches the front door.

You stand still in shock at her suddenly harsh demeanor before shaking your head in disbelief.

“No.”

Your defiance causes her hand to pause, hovering over the doorknob she turns her head slightly in your direction from the open doorway facing into the living room.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think your simple mind heard me clearly. I.want.you.to.leave.” She punctures those last few words carefully making sure you heard her loud and clear.

“No. Not until you tell me why you are going all HR Venable on me. You know I know you better than that!” You grate, anger and confusion raises inside you like an exploded rage of fire. Your voice shakes slightly as you try to hold back your emotions.

‘If Mina can hide behind her devil mask, so can I.’ You think internally.

“Why do you defy me, Y/N? I’m asking you politely to leave my home, don’t force my hand.”

“Not until you tell me why you are kicking me out. I’m sorry if I overstepped any boundaries, but from what I could hear and feel, you wanted me just as much.” You state, cringing inwardly at your poor choice of words.

“Don’t tell me what you thought you felt Y/N. I owe you nothing, now get out!” Her raised voice startles you slightly, making you pause thinking of your next move.

‘You push her to open up, she’ll only close off more’ You remind yourself, deciding to try a different approach.

“Okay, you want me gone? I’ll go. But first, I want just one answer from you. You at least ‘owe’ me that much,” You compromise, watching as her eyes flash with confliction and hesitance. She moves reluctantly away from the door and towards the open living room still keeping her distance but showing she is willing to listen, her cane stands in front of her with two hands placed atop of it as she stands tall, her eyes holding yours steadily.

“I’m listening,”

“Are you afraid of what I’ll think if I see your back?” You ask, making sure you get to the point, knowing how much she hates riddles and pussy footing around questions.

You watch as she visibly flinches at the mention of her condition, her throat bobbing as she struggles to find the right words. You hold your breath for a single moment waiting for the harsh backlash of your question, but sigh subtly when her eyes drop to the floor. Her stoic mask slipping away, showing her true fear and insecurity.

“Yes,” she barely whispers, making your heart break at the sight.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You ask, feeling your own unushered tears build watching as she struggles to gather herself, her chin trembling.

“Because... You deserve more than this… this ugly monster that I am, that hides behind thick purple clothes and her cane.” She laughs humorlessly, shaking her head slightly still keeping her eyes locked onto the flooring. You step closer to her, taking your time to courge her reaction to your approach.

Once you stand in front of her, you place a finger underneath her trembling chin and lift her face towards your own, making her eyes lock with yours.

“Wilhemina Venable, you look at me and you listen carefully to my words." You pause, making sure she understands. "You are not a monster and you certainly aren’t ugly. When I look at you, I see a brave woman trying her damn hardest to fight her demons day in day out just wanting someone to help take those demons away and love her for who she is… A beautiful woman who has the most blinding smile to grace this world. "I could die today and would be thankful that your smile was the last thing I saw.” You declare softly, your eyes pleading for her to understand to listen to your words. Her eyes glisten as a single tear drops from those big brown eyes, you move your hands to cup either side of her face brushing the strayed wet tears from her cheekbone.

“You think I’m beautiful,” She murmurs delicately. A soft frown appearing on her features doubting your statement. You kiss her tear stained face lightly and brush your nose against hers, hearing her unsteady breath as she comes to terms with your declaration.

“Mina, I think you are so much more than that. I know you only wanted this arrangement to help fill some of that physical contact that you’ve been missing lately but I… I can help but feel this is so much more than that now, and if you will allow this to blossom into something worth investing, then I’m all ears. I’m dedicated to you a hundred percent. We all have our demons Mina, we just gotta choose a partner who's willing to help us fight them and to hold our hand when things get rough but, I can’t live...not without you Mina, you are all I have.”

“You deserve more than this.” She insisted, moving her face away from your own as she goes to backtrack towards the front door.

“When I was 16 I got into my first fight on the streets. I was low in cash but I was good with my fists, some low run of mill back alley street fighting business. The guy I owed money for offered me away out of my debt, so I took it. That’s where I got my first knife scar,” you confess making Mina pause in her steps. She turns back towards you, a confused frown settles deep between her sad eyes but her silence indicates that she wants you to continue with your confession as you slowly unbutton your white work shirt, revealing a simple black bra, you watch as her eyes take in your form zoning in on the individual white lines that scatter across your torso and shoulders. You turn around slowly to reveal more small scars that pattern your back as you let the white material drop to the floor, leaving you bearing your very own hidden past.

“A few weeks later, my debt seemed to be stacking rather than actually going down, so I ended up participating in more than just one fight. That deep red scar near my shoulder blade was from an infected shiv that some amateur thought would win him the fight, he got pretty beaten up for that slip up. They may have been cruel to think of such an idea but they did protect their fighters.” The silence in the room became deafening and you were about to turn around when you heard the sound of her cane hitting the floor softly making you pause as you felt her hand wrap around your bicep as soft lips brush gently around the pointed out scar making you shiver under the touch.

“You deserved more than that,” she mutters against your skin, almost echoing your words. She squeezes your bicep indicating for you to turn around and face her. Once you face her, you take in her conflicted expression as she debates her next move. You watch in awe as she drops her cane and reaches behind her grabbing onto her own zipper and unfastening the tight dress until she is stood bare, her breast cupped perfectly in her lilac purple bra and fitted thongs showing her curves beautifully. She clears her throat and stands tall, her eyes slowly reaching your own as she holds your gaze.

“When I was thirteen, I cried for hours to my parents about how painful my back was, particularly around my spine. The pain was excruciating. I've never felt any like it in my life. Kids snickered and pointed at me in school for having this disgusting black back brace

A couple of years later when I was 15, they operated on it; called it a spinal fusion but the metalwork failed to attach properly. Just another one of god’s cruel tricks,” She breathed unsteadily, trying to stop herself from sobbing. You feel your heart breaking for a young Mina just trying to grow up in a world where people only saw her as a freak for trying to stop herself being in pain.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what, Mina?”

“Don’t look at me like I need sympathy.” She hoarse, her chin trembling.

You walk towards her, holding her gaze. You continue to brush past her shoulder softly watching as her eyes close as she realises your intent. You take in her back carefully making sure to take in the scars around her curved spine, lightly tracing the area with your fingertip before pressing a light kiss to one of the scars feeling her shiver and tremble as she silently sobs.

You go to step away, thinking you had overstepped but before you can think, Mina turns around and pulls you close, nose to nose as your hands wrap around her elbows.

“Take me to bed Y/N, make me forget.” She demands desperately. Your eyes darken at the request as you take a hold of her hand and escort up the stairs of her elegant home.

You notice her hold tighten as she takes the stairs with caution, realising she has left her cane in the living room. You step in front of her and pull her in for a heat kiss before reaching your hands around her thighs. Understanding your intention, Mina allows you to pick her up, wrapping her legs around you as you hold her tight, mouths never leaving one another, making her moan.

“This is the only time I will ever allow you to pick me up, Y/L/N.” She murmurs against your mouth.

“Does that mean there will be more times?” You ask teasingly, as you softly spank her ass while rushing up the stairs. A nipple to your neck is your only reply.

You enter her bedroom and gently lower her to the bed as you peel away her bra making her gasp lightly as her nipples perk from the cool air. The soft moonlight's glow surrounds the room making her brown eyes sparkle against the light as you softly push her down into the cotton linen. Mina groans at your delicate slow approach, making you grin softly at her impatience.

“Y/N, i’m not a delicate flower. Fuck me,” she moans scooting higher onto the bed, but you can see the slight wince she makes while trying to lie flat.

“Shh baby, I got you.” You joke as you bring her left leg up, bending it at the knee before kissing it and leaning over her body slightly as you place her plush pillow under her neck and upper back. You see her sigh appreciatively at the better position knowing it eases the pressure from her back before you continue to leave wet kisses up her bare thigh, biting softly at the delicate skin leaving your own work of art along her pale skin. Her hands come up to your buttoned up black trousers.

“You are far too overdressed, sweet girl.” She hoarse as she makes quick work at dragging them down to your knees. You push off the bed to get rid of them before climbing back onto the bed and kiss her navel and up towards her breasts as she squirms beneath you making you chuckle huskily, your lips hovering over her own red ones.

“So impatient, Ms.Venable.” You tease, as you suck against the delicate skin on her neck.

You continue to tease and pleasure her all the while making sure she was comfortable throughout. You both make quick work at riding all underwear as you hover above her, gently rubbing her bundle of nerves with your index finger watching her moan and wither below you. You continue your steady pace until her hips are thrusting higher wanting more contact. You ease a finger into her entrance watching her mouth open wide at the new sensation as she rides your single digit while continuing to torture her clit with your thumb.

“Mm.. more.. I need..ahh.. I need more,” She breathes, stuttering over her words as she rides out her pleasure. You kiss her moans silencing them with your mouth and tongue. You continue your pace before inserting another digit watching her eyes roll back in pleasure.

“Yes…I... That’s it baby,” her words of satisfaction eggs you on to increase the pace making her cry out loud.

You watch her reach her peak as she grabs tightly to the back of your head bringing your forehead against hers as she allows her own release, making you moan with her.

“You look so good coming undone beneath me.” You comment smugly, knowing just how much Mina loves to be in control of things and being on top.

“I bet you would look even better beneath me.”

“Wha-” Before you can finish your word you're suddenly laying flat on your back staring up at those big brown eyes and devilish smirk as red hair flows beautifully acting as curtains hiding our faces within her red hair.

“Mmm, your right. The view up here is much better." She mocks, her eyes flash teasingly, making you shiver at the sight.

“Do your worse, Venable.” You challenge, settling into the soft mattress. She places scattering kisses on your scars making sure to appreciate every single one until she reaches the final one just below your navel, smirking up at you.

***

As the sunlight seeps through the window greeting you to a new day, you think back to the late night as you bask in the weight that lays against your body. Soft snores coming from the naked redhead, smirk slightly as you realise two things from last night. Mina has a very talented tongue and one wicked mouth that you know you will continue to love for all your days and second, you will continue to show her just how beautiful she is both inside and out.

#wilhelmina venable x reader #venable x reader #ms venable #sarah paulson x reader #ahs apocalypse #mina has my heart #light smut #totally didn't cry while writing this

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solastia · 3 years

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Day 22

Faith, Namjoon x Reader, 8/8 Chapters, 31k words

After trying to squeeze everything for Beneath the Surface, I think I’m going to split this one into two days. So...today we will be squealing about the first four chapters. Buckle up Buttercup, this about to be a whole damn emotional rollercoaster!

I think it was this story that cemented in me just how much I love your writing style. I love going through it with a story, but please give me a happy ending. I get too emotionally involved and invested in these characters and having a sad or open ended final chapter is too much for me! Give me the warm and fuzzy feels in the end! You really like to give us satisfying stories and happy endings. I was once deeply invested in a Harry Potter fanfic and it ended up having a tragic ending and I swear to Bob, it scarred me! We have enough sadness irl, give me the fairytale!!!

So, in this story, our MC falls in love with Namjoon, who is an underground rapper. You see how you ground the story for the fans? This could have really happened, or maybe it did...wait. Thinking about it now, we’ve all heard the theories that Joon is secretly married with kids. GURL, DO YOU KNOW SOMETHING WE DON'T??? Ok, ok, ok, moving on.

“You weren’t going to leave before your brother even got to the stage.

You MIGHT get kicked out before then though, you thought to yourself, glaring as another random hand smacked your ass as they walked past you.”

AGAIN, you always make your female MCs feisty and I am here for it!!! I know these are reader inserts, but I rarely ever see myself in them, if that makes sense? I still form a mental image of these main characters and I love how you are able to flesh them out so well without giving in depth descriptions (which is not ideal for reader insert fics, you know?) And I love that they stand up for themselves, no doormats here!

“You look up to find an incredibly handsome, and very tall, guy looking down at you, dimples on full display. He was dressed in all black. From the black skinny jeans that encased his long legs, to his black snapback on top of his bleached blonde hair.”

LAAAAWWWDD!!! I have a very clear memory of the rap line doing Cypher Part 1. Hobi looking like he was prepping for Mic Drop with his fit, Yoongi was blond, snapback, ripped jeans, bomber jacket, and his Straigh Outta Daegu attitude. And Joon...he had that undercut, kinda silvery blond hair, a simple beige t shirt, and black shorts. THAT’S THE JOONIE I PICTURE IN THIS FIC!!

“And your rap name is?”...

“It’s Rap monster.”

“Huh. Well, it’s not the WORST I’ve heard. Remember Llama guy? His name was MC McGriddle. I finally convinced him that it would be in his best interests to change his name. He finally did. Now he’s Hilbo Haggins. I don’t think he understands the concept of copyrights.” You smiled over at him.”

HILBO HAGGINS!! I am literally in tears. And is that Hobi??? Is it? Cuz if it is I will hereby stop calling him Hobert and refer to him only as Hilbo! Wait no...Hilbo reminds me of Himbo. Who is the biggest Himbo rapper I know, hmmmm…..OFC, MATTHEW! The big tiddy man himself. Ok, new theory. Hilbo is BM from Kard, and no, you cannot convince me it is not Matthew!

The first time between Joon and our girl is so damn hot and tender at the same time. Joonie is, of course, the perfect gentleman, invested in our girl’s pleasure just as much as his. And then…

“I can hear you overthinking.” He chuckles into your hair. He leans back and tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“So what’s it going to be? Am I staying the night or do you want me to leave?”

You look at him shyly, and bury your face into his chest, mumbling, “Stay…please.”

“Good, because we obviously really like each other, and I wasn’t ready to leave. Give me twenty minutes to rehydrate and we’re going for round two.”

“I’ll never survive!” You squeak out, as he laughs and picks you up, carrying you to the kitchen.

AAHHHH!!!

“You watch the rise and fall of his chest, letting your mind ponder the situation you’ve found yourself in as you drift off to sleep. The only conclusion your exhausted mind can reach is faith. It’s time to let yourself believe in someone. You’re probably an idiot for it, but you’re going to put your faith in this man named Namjoon.”

This is incredibly romantic and scary at the same time. Putting your faith in someone, being vulnerable with someone, is so damn scary! It is a huge leap of faith. I can feel the angst coming!!!

The little snippets of them together in chapter 2 are so damn cute! I am on the verge of tears! When Joon calls himself a dad because she got a puppy, saying he wouldn't let her be a single parent, omg that was so cute!!! UUggh so fluffy.

And then...

WAIT

WAAAAIIITTTT

I just got it. The foreshadowing. Excuse me, I need to go cry in the corner for a bit, be back in three business days. This is like the tenth time I’ve read this story and I was today years old when I realized. It hurts, thanks! *finger guns*

Anyways, more cuteness please!! The peanut butter in the fridge, his apology, Joon befriending her brother, so freaking domestic. I cannot!!! And then, the emotional whiplash:

“You watch him over dinner, excitedly talking about his plans for the future (with a full mouth), and you slowly start to realize…you could never tell him. This was his chance. With his level of talent, you were sure he would be at the top in no time. You were going to have to set him free, so he could achieve his dreams, without worrying about you or what was soon to come.”

NO GURL NO!!! DON’T DO IT! TELL HIM OR I WILL. TELL HIMMMM!!!!

“Namjoon pulls off your shirt and expertly unhooks your bra (Heh)”

We, as a fandom, have decided to erase all memory of that particular song! Because we have deleted all information stored in our collective memory about that song, I do not understand this reference. Thanks! Lmao

AND THEN YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO NAME THE BABY FAITH??? So, my feelings don’t matter to you? My personal well being is not a priority for you? Noted. Not like I can do anything about it. What am I going to do, stop reading your stories? Bwahahaha that ain’t gonna happen. I guess I’m a masochist cuz here comes chapter 3…

Their reunion was freaking amazing. I thought he'd be mad or that his anger would turn into hate, but it seems our boi is even more in love with our MC than he was before. The looks across the room, toying with her fishnets, the flirting, the back and forth, the ride to Jack-in-the-Box. Talk about foreplay!!! And then the culmination inside the Jack-in-the-Box bathroom! Woooooooo! And she still hasn’t told him about the baby?!?!?

“If the two of you had gotten into a fight, Namjoon would drag you there to sit and talk things out.”

This is so spot on, Joonie would!

“Tell me what happened. Tell me why everything changed. Tell me why you didn’t want me anymore.” Namjoon whispers, his voice laced with pain.”

NO, NOPE, NOT TODAY SATAN. I CAN’T. I’M CRYING. I’M CURRENTLY SITTING IN MY CRYING CORNER ABSOLUTELY BAWLING!!

“You lose yourself in the familiar feel of his soft, plump lips moving tenderly against yours. If there was one thing that Kim Namjoon was better at than rapping, it was kissing. He always kissed you like he was worshipping you with his lips and he could happily do it forever.”

I feel this in my bones!!! Joonie would be the type to take his time too! And with those lips! Dayum…

I think I am done for today, my heart can’t take any more!!!

Tomorrow we will finish this story!

Now that I picture Matthew as that rapper, I can’t get it out of my head! Totally canon lmao.

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strawbxrryneptune · 4 years

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omgomg can u continue and make a pt2 of that idol/staff au where jimin pins y/n against the wall of a dressing room or so?? dom jimin with some saliva play as in spitting 🤭

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This is fix it part two, if you havent read it its here . You dont need to read it for context, its just reader giving Jimin some good head 🤡 this one is angsty? I dunno if that's the right word but its mostly filth with some fluff ;)))) ENJOY !!

Jimin is such a switch in this, it's crazy. Put on your neck brace cause WHIPLASH

Warnings: Very unrealistic multiple orgasms, like she cums so much and she's just chillin, thigh riding, slight fingering, face sitting, 69, Jimin's in love, lots of making out because Jimin's lips are heaven, But seriously he loves kissing in this so be prepared, I got lazy so you're gonna have to imagine the fucking 🤡

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"(Y/n)-ssi, Jimin got juice all over his shirt!! "

"(y/n) -ssi, Jimin ripped his pants!!"

"(Y/n) -ssi, Jimin needs new earrings!! "

It was like that everyday, Jimin doing something to make your life a sexually frustrating nightmare. Ever since you sucked him off at his performance a week ago, he's been acting like a smug little shit. He even went as far as pinning you against a wall, just to whisper hotly into your ear what he wanted to do to you before walking away like nothing happened. You were on the verge of snapping, and if Jimin didn't come through with his filthy promises you were going to quit right then and there. Well, maybe not quit, but you would definetly consider being someone else's stylist, preferably Yoongi, since he slept most of the time, and when he wasn't sleeping he was actually really nice to talk to.

"(y/n)-ssi, J-"

" Jimin broke his heel? Ripped his shirt? Tore the jeans that are supposed to be fucking torn?! "

you yell in frustration, stomping your way towards his dressing room. You're gonna have to apologize to the poor coordi-noona later, right now you need to give Jimin a piece of your mind. You practically bust down the door to his dressing room, startling the pink haired male in the process. Even though you're beyond pissed, you can't deny that Jimin looks amazing with his freshly dyed locks. It makes his features even softer, yet at the same time it makes him look like an actual demon.

"Is something wrong, (Y/n)?"

you narrow your eyes at the boy in front of you, sprawled out on his couch like he owns the world. Without replying, you strut towards him, your short plaid skirt swaying with your movement. You step in between his legs, your anger boldening you. Jimin smiles slightly and reaches out for you, but you smack his hand out of the way.

"Am I a joke to you? Do you find this situation funny? Cause I am this close to telling Bang Pd-nim to fucking transfer me. I bet you have all the noonas on their knees for you, begging for you to take them. I'm nothing special, just another one of your play toys, huh? "

"No, that's not true! I-"

"You what, Jimin? Care about me? Bullshit. If you cared about me you would've done something a long time ago! I've made my feelings pretty obvious, it was getting painful to be around you all the time when you just ignored me."

you run your fingers through your hair, not realizing how dark his eyes had become.

"Ignored you? "

you shiver slightly at his rasp, inwardly cursing yourself for being so weak. He stands up slowly, pulling your body into his firm chest.

"Oh, (y/n), trust me, ignoring is not a word to describe what I've been doing. You don't even know how many times I've held back from bending you over your vanity and stuffing you full of my cock. Teach you a lesson for being such a fucking cocktease."

your mouth drops open, heat rushing throughout your body at his words.

"I don't know what you mean by ' I made my feelings pretty obvious'. I thought you hated me. "

his voice suddenly goes from throaty to shaky, and you want to reach out and and brush the hair from his eyes, but he continues.

"That day in the dressing room I couldn't believe you actually got on your knees for me. I expected you to push me away, scream at me, even hit me. It made me so happy, I just wanted more of your attention before I fucked everything up. "

You stare at him in shock, every second in silence making him more nervous. You snap out of your trance when he lets go of the hold he had on your waist, taking a step back as his hair falls into his face, blocking your view.

"I guess its too late now. You hate me. "

you shake your head vigorously, then you realize he can't see you.

"Jimin. I don't hate you... "

you finally brush his hair out of his eyes, leaning foward slightly when he doesnt look at you. Tilting his chin up, you connect your lips with his, doing a mental victory dance when he reciprocates. Your eyes widen when he pushes you against the nearest wall, never breaking lip contact. He roughly slides his tongue into your mouth, his knee wrenching your legs apart. You grind against his thigh slowly, testing out the feeling. Jimin lets out a broken moan into your mouth when he feels your heat against his leg, tensing his muscle to bring you more pleasure. You arch your back at the feeling, unlatching your mouth from his. He whines breathlessly, his lips following yours before he catches your tongue between his lips and sucks. You mewl and grind down harder against him, your high barreling towards you embarrassingly fast. Jimin grabs you harshly by your ass, lifting you up. You wrap your legs around him and squeal when he sucks hard on your pulse point.

" N-no marks, Jimin! "

he growls against your skin, biting down on your neck in retaliation.

"Don't tell me what to do. You're mine, and I don't care who sees. "

you feel your legs tremble as he practically snarls into your neck, sucking a dark bruise before moving on to another spot. He lets one of your legs down while he slides his hand down into your skirt, pushing past your panties to slide a finger inside you. You mewl into his neck, hips rocking into his hand as your high creeps up on you. Jimin slides a second finger into your tight heat, lips reconnecting with yours roughly. You cum unexpectedly around his fingers, screaming out when he doesn't stop. He sucks your tongue into his mouth, grinding his bulge against your soaked cunt.

"F-fuck, Jimin, you're so hard. "

you roll your hips along with him, choking out a moan when his tip presses into your clit.

"Just for you, baby. ",

Jimin breathes out. He sinks his teeth into your neck as he grinds harder into you, muffling his moans. You take a fistful of his hair in between your fingertips and yank his head back, causing his hips to stutter and a strangled moan to leave his lips. Pain kink. Who would've thought. You snap out of your daze when you catch how dark his eyes are, silently asking why the fuck you almost ripped his hair out-not that he was complaining. You smirk and lean in slightly to whisper in his ear.

"I wanna hear you."

he shudders slightly at the way your breath fans out across his ear, neck and cheeks heating up. He slowly begins rocking his cock back against you, whining in his throat when you lock eyes. The eye contact is intense, his tongue poking out to slowly lick his lips. You lean foward and suck his tongue into your mouth, pushing him towards the couch. He flops down onto it, breathing hard. Standing in front of him, you kick off your underwear. He holds up a finger right before you sit on him, standing up to pull his pants off.

"I dont want you to get chafing. "

he says softly. You squeal internally at how cute he is, but you're quickly renotified of the situation at hand with a twitch from Jimin's boxers. You straddle his thigh, settling yourself onto the strong muscle. He places his hands firmly on your hips, rocking you into him while connecting your lips. He swipes his tongue against your lips, slipping it in as you moan. The feeling of his thigh right against your clit, along with the vibrations of his whimpers into your mouth is driving you crazy. You can already feel your orgasm coming in strong, just a little more... As if he can read your mind, Jimin leans back so he's laying down on the couch and starts to flex his thigh as you're rocking, moaning along with you as he palms himself. You throw your head back in ecstasy, clutching onto your left tit as you fly off the edge. You shake on top of him, biting onto your lip. Jimin interlocks your fingers, looking into your eyes with raw emotion. "Why don't you come and sit on my face, princess? "

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"JIMIN"

you moan out his name in ecstasy, rolling your hips against his face. He moans into your cunt, burying his face deeper as he pushes his hips into the air, searching desperately for friction. You pant haphazardly, reaching towards his crotch. You palm his throbbing erection, eliciting a wanton moan from the Male. He detaches his puffy lips from you dripping arousal for a split second, looking towards you with dark eyes.

"Take me out, baby."

You shiver at the way the words come from his mouth, immediately sliding your hand down his torso and into his boxers to take out his length. Jimin goes back to work on your cunt, licking his way towards your swollen clit before tugging it in his mouth with a harsh suck. You shakily pull his cock out, mouth watering at his thick it is. He's the perfect length, not too long but thick enough to make you feel that slight burn. You mewl at the thought of taking his cock finally, and sink down on him in one go. His hips jerk up into your face, a loud moan ripping from his throat as he feels you swallow along his swollen cock.

"FUCK Y/N"

you chuckle against him, the vibrations driving him wild. He let's you go on for a free more seconds, lazily flicking his tongue against your clit while you work him up, then he gently nudges you off of him to sit up. You look at him confused, but he only spreads his legs and invites you over.

👉🏾👈🏾💫👉🏾👈🏾💫👉🏾👈🏾💫👉🏾👈🏾💫👉🏾👈🏾💫

I'm so sorry for the wait! I didnt wanna make you wait any longer so I kinda rushed it and forgot to incorporate the actual sex but I can just write a continuing drabble of you want 💚 I'm gonna try to complete all of my requests by Agust so if you wanna send in some new ones feel free!

#jimin #bts smut #bts #park jimin smut #bts jimin smut #jimin smut #ask

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hopelessromanticspoonie · 4 years

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Congratulations on your milestone! Can I get #1 with Loki? Perhaps a bit of angst but leads to fluffy smut. Maybe the reader realizes her feelings after seeing him being flirty and affectionate with someone else and when he confronts her for acting differently, avoiding him and whatnot, she kind of loses it and just blurts it out and he responds with frustration as well. Sorry if that's too detailed but something along the lines of that is fine too.

Once again I have proven that I can’t write anything short. I think I managed to get everything you wanted in this, so I hope that you like it! Thank you so much for the congratulations and the request!

There is smut at the end of this, so y’all have been warned. Oh, yeah, there’s some language, too.

Brawn Over Brains

You would think that the most annoying sound in the world was something obvious, like nails on a chalkboard, someone chewing with their mouth open, or maybe the weird slightly out of tune humming that Sam does when you’re in a bad mood just to grind your gears.

But you were proven incorrect when the grating, too-loud cackle of the newest recruit to the Avengers assaulted your ears. You cut your eyes at her, feeling your blood absolutely boil in your veins at her fawning and throwing herself at Loki. He looked quite pleased with her attentions, all puffed out chest and handsome grins as they chatted in the corner.

You slammed your hand down a little too hard at the display they were putting on, accidentally forcing the knife through the onion you were cutting so hard that it split the wooden cutting board in two. Shit.

“What’d that poor cutting board ever do to you?” Sam asked, coming up beside you and carefully taking the knife out of your white-knuckled grip.

You blamed the onion for the heat stinging at the corners of your eyes, gritting your teeth. “Just got distracted for a minute by Miss Thang over there, batting her eyelashes at Loki like he’s a piece of meat.”

“Oh, jealous, are we?“

You weren’t jealous, that was absurd. Sure, you had grown close to Loki ever since Stark had plucked you from a cell deep in an underground Hydra base. Your enhanced strength had proven you an effective member of the Avengers, and you had been drawn to the intimidating God of Mischief. Both mistrusted at first, but valuable for what you could do for others, paying for your position with a pound of flesh.

He was attractive, yes, so much so that the very thought of his emerald eyes locking onto yours made your pulse thrum beneath your skin. But it was more than that. He had a sharp wit and a sharper tongue, keeping you on your toes. You both thoroughly enjoyed each other’s company, even if it was spent in silence while he read and you fiddled about on your phone. He was your best friend, at the very least, and lately you had hoped that that could grow into something more.

But Miss Perfect, with her hourglass figure, shiny hair, and big brown eyes, had swooped in and set her sights on him. She flirted with him with an ease that you could never match. Plus, she was several years your junior. You couldn’t compete with that. He certainly didn’t seem like he minded the attention. Who were you to get in the way of a budding romance?

You wiped your hands roughly on a dishtowel, shaking your head. “Hell no. He’s free to do whatever, and whomever, he wants.”

You could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on your back as you stormed out, but you couldn’t care less.

It was easy enough to navigate Stark Tower without running into either of them. You knew Loki’s schedule like the back of your hand, since you would normally go about your days together. Now that the new girl was trailing after him like a lost puppy, you just switched your routine around a bit. Trained a little later, ate a little earlier, and generally used the buddy system to ensure that he couldn’t catch you off guard.

But after missions, you always found it difficult to sleep. The adrenaline seemed to take ages to fully leave your system, even as lead weighed down your limbs and bruises pockmarked your skin. It wasn’t anything that a bit of a midnight snack couldn’t fix, though. And if it wouldn’t fix it, it wasn’t as if ice cream ever hurt anybody. Except your waistline, but you’d spent all day kicking ass. You’d earned it.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

Loki’s low voice coming from the shadows of the living room made you shriek and jump in shock, dropping your spoon. You put a hand on your chest, as if it could calm your suddenly racing heartbeat.

“Fuck! I’m going to put a bell around your neck,” you hissed, dropping your head to your chest as you took in deep breaths.

“That is one of the more interesting Midgardian fashion suggestions you’ve given me.”

You dropped your now-dirty spoon into the sink, grabbing another from the drawer without answering him. All you needed was the ice cream…

Of course Loki had planted himself in front of the refrigerator, arms crossed over his chest and chin raised so he stared down the long slope of his nose at you. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

You slapped the back of the spoon repeatedly on your palm, letting your head tilt to the side. “Yup,” you replied, popping the last syllable.

“May I ask why?”

You pretended to think about that question for a moment, staring up at the ceiling and chewing on your bottom lip lightly before directing your level gaze back to him. “Um, let’s see… Nope.”

He ripped the spoon from your hand, sending it to the sink with a forceful throw that made it clang a little too loudly for the time of night. “Then I will demand it. Why are you avoiding me?”

He wasn’t going to let it go. That much was obvious. You wished he would, but he was a dog with a bone when he set his mind to something. Your stomach turned with nerves and anxiety, and you felt absolutely foolish facing him in your ratty mismatched pajamas. You backed up and leaned against the kitchen counter, bracing your hands on the smooth granite. Maybe you could play it cool? “I’m surprised you noticed.”

“Do not be childish,” he snapped. “It’s beneath you.”

“Well, that new recruit has been beneath you!”

As soon as the words were out of your mouth you wanted to take them back, grab them from the air and shove them down your throat before your filterless mouth got any more bright ideas. But it happened, so you set your jaw, glaring up at him.

The mixture of emotions warring across his face was difficult to decipher: rage, disbelief, shock, indignation. He closed the distance between you in two long strides, crowding you against the counter. “Is that what your immature behavior has been about? That simpering girl?”

You poked your finger into his chest as hard as you could, secretly pleased when it made him sway back on his heels a bit. “No, not ’that simpering girl’. You, asshole. You preening as she drapes herself over you, basically fucking you with her eyes. It’s disgusting!”

“Is it so damnable or distasteful that I would welcome the attentions of a beautiful woman?” He looked truly hurt at the question, the furrow of his brow contrasting the flare of his nostrils.

“No, but it shouldn’t be her!” you shouted, beyond caring if anyone heard you. You pushed at his chest with all of your strength, sending him back a step so that you could finally breathe. All of the hurt, the pain and anger you’d suppressed recently spilled out of you like a burst dam. “It should be me! You should be looking at me like that. I’m the one who has always been there for you, and she strolled in and just took you away from me before I even had a chance.”

“I am not yours,” he growled, fists flexing at his sides. “Why would you assume that claim over me?”

“Because I love you, you idiot,” you blurted out, much quieter than you had expected, but still loaded with frustration. Your eyes widened at the unplanned admission.

“That is quite foolish of you.”

You couldn’t read the emotion beneath his rich baritone, and he had managed to wipe his face of all expression. A humorless chuckle escaped you. “Yeah, well, I never said I was smart. Brawn over brains, and all that jazz.”

“Jealousy is appealing on you, little one,” he purred in that deep, velvet voice layered with sin that made heat pool between your thighs.

The shift in his tone was so shocking that it took a moment for you to get your bearings. When you’d recovered from the whiplash, you set your lips into a thin frown and huffed, “I’m not jealous.” You sounded like an indignant child again, but you couldn’t help it. He was mocking you.

His hands grasped your biceps, lifting you onto the counter in a smooth, controlled show of strength that made your breath catch in your throat. This new vantage point put your face on an even level with his as he stepped in between your spread knees.

You had never been more frustrated and grateful for ratty pajama bottoms and thin black sweatpants in all your days.

“You are.” He splayed one hand over your hip, pulling your bodies together so that you could feel the hardening length of his arousal pinned between your bodies.

Oh. You hooked your ankles behind his thighs, holding him against you. Your hands spread out over his chest, appreciating the flex of his lean muscles as you dragged them up to wrap around his neck. Might as well run with whatever was going on before he changed his mind. “Give me a reason not to be?”

You barely caught his wicked smile before he crashed his mouth into yours, the kiss rough and sloppy with clashing teeth and tangling tongues and nipped lips. His free hand cupped your breast through your top, tweaking the hardened peak of your nipple to send electric shocks to your throbbing core. You tugged on the ends of his hair to make him groan into your mouth and his hips buck into you, coaxing your excited gasp into his mouth.

In a flurry of grabbing hands and ripped fabric, you were both naked from the waist down. His hands held your thighs open as he slid the full length of his erection into you, stretching you and splitting you in two from the inside out.

“Norns, you’re exquisite,” he sighed reverently, resting his forehead against yours, just holding himself inside of your clenching heat.

Your hands clutched at his shoulders, clinging on for dear life as you grew accustomed to him. You flushed with pleasure at his praise, leaning forward to leave a soft, gentle kiss on his lips.

“And you’re not moving,” you answered cheekily, squeezing around him in the same motion as your ankles pressing into his backside.

He dropped his forehead onto your shoulder, thrusting into you in a slow and sensual rhythm that allowed you to feel each and every ridge of his cock. His hand on your breast dropped to your lower belly so his thumb could just press into the pulsing pearl at the top of your sex.

You couldn’t remember how to breathe, couldn’t remember anything. He had burrowed inside of you and erased anything that wasn’t him, wasn’t the masculine scent of his cologne or the salt of his skin as you nibbled on his earlobe. You didn’t know any other sound but your name leaving his throat in a stuttered groan as his hips snapped against you at a punishing pace.

And when he finally surrendered to his orgasm with his mouth closed over your hammering pulse point on your neck, you followed immediately after at the insistent rub of the calloused pad of his thumb. You latched onto him like he was the only thing tethering you to this Earth, trusting him to hold you as you rode the waves of electric pleasure that spasmed in your tired muscles and flashed white behind your closed eyelids.

“C’mon guys, we have to eat in here!”

Loki’s arms wrapped around your back, and a blanket - presumably from his pocket dimension - was tucked around your shoulders to preserve your modesty and hide where you were still joined together. You nuzzled into his embrace, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. You were still basking in the pleasant afterglow, and you didn’t want to face the world - or Tony - yet.

“Walk away, Stark,” he growled, his dangerous voice vibrating through you where his cheek pressed against yours. “You too.”

At his address to a second person, you lifted your head, unable to stop the smug smile tugging on your bruised lips as you looked over your shoulder. That brazen idiot that had been throwing herself at Loki was staring at you both with her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, dumbfounded. You shouldn’t have taken as much pleasure in her shocked expression as you did, but you’d never claimed to be a saint.

“Yes, walk away,” you echoed haughtily. You very visibly drew your hand from around Loki’s back to disappear beneath the blanket, teasing at the cut muscle of his hip, staking your claim on the man still buried within you.

They both stormed off in different directions, allowing you to turn your attention back to Loki.

He beamed with pride down at you. “Minx.”

“But I’m your minx.”

He lifted you off of the counter, holding his hands beneath your backside as he carried you off in the direction of his rooms. “You are, and I must guarantee that the entire tower is made aware of that fact.”

Who were you to tell him otherwise?

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buddha-in-disguise · 4 years

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5.18 So that was a lot!

Posting without editing, so apologies for any errors. I am running on barely any sleep, but really wanted to get this written while I could.

Overall impressions were great episode .... but again there were issues for me. However I will address them as I go through my thoughts on it all, and please don't think I am trying go bring this episode down. I'm not. It really was great! I just still see things that haven't been done that could've easily occurred to appease fans further or are examples of why 5b has been so problematic for me.

The opening was good, in that they actually explained that Leviathan were no longer at the location they'd used in Earth 38 before Crisis. These little pointers are what have been missed a lot this season (a couple of examples later ref Kelly). Too often it's been, we need to find their location; no explanation as to why that is.

Now onto the whiplash with Kara and her anger towards Lena.

Kara is angry over Lena being at the fortress and the reaction over her use of Myriad. Alex is the one actually acknowledging Myriad is a trigger for Lena.

Alex, who suddenly starts defending Lena? Then Kara is convincing herself Lena is involved with Lex. Look, I get that she would feel suspicious, I get she has the right to feel angry. But it is this sudden, seemingly out of nowhere anger, not recognising the good in Lena she has staunchly defended until now. With Alex understanding Lena's position.

As I say, I'm not saying Kara doesn't have a right to be hurt and angry. But to see such a quick role reversal in the Danvers sisters in how they're talking about Lena? That is what I find difficult to get my head around.

I don't expect Kara to be there fully defending Lena as she has done. But this just feels OOC yet again. This really isn't normal for Kara. We've seen her angry and feeling betrayed by those closest to her before, but you could see how it built. Understanding as to why those actions left Kara feeling like she did (Astra and J'onn anyone?)

Did I mention whiplash? Because, whiplash.

But it is good to see Kara once again around a table brainstorming with most of the Superfriends. Using her intelligence and skills to try and figure things out.

Nia is also finally able to be involved properly. I still feel annoyed Nia isn't really in CatCo at all these days, because as much as I love seeing her as Dreamer, I want to see Nia as more than just a Superhero. I want to see her continuing as a journalist, and like Kara, use both skills together when feasible.

The Tower is actually getting used (those computers aren't simply sitting there looking pretty). How many episodes has it taken to see this used properly for more than a brief scene? Too long.

M'gann is back. I love M'gann, and despite still feeling angry that they had J'onn throw her into a DEO cell, with no due process simply for being a White Martian, I've always enjoyed the dynamic between the two characters, and it wasn't a surprise they kissed. Although god damn it, where was our Dansen kiss. Even a hug? But onto Dansen in a bit.

Alex got into some action. That car hood slide?! Phew. It is suddenly very hot in here. We certainly wouldn't complain if they throw a few more of those hood slides in future episodes.

This is the sort of thing a lot of fans love Alex for. Her kick ass, throwing herself around best.

Plus the scene with Kara in the library just before that, also had the Danvers sisters vibe we have just missed a lot this season, especially 5b.

The DEO being destroyed. Of course we knew it was coming, but it was still good to see the whole sequence of action leading up to it. Kara jumping through that window! Day. Made.

The Nia and Brainy scenes though. My poor Brainia heart. Actually the way Nia and Kara turned and walked away outside after the collapse of the DEO .... oof. Understandable but still gut wrenching. The parallels to Lena and Kara, with Brainy and Nia are also there. God damn it, what is with all this pulling apart relationships and friendships on the show this season.

Kelly, while still frustrated she is working with William, in this episode it made more sense, as Nia and Kara were out doing Superhero things. I've said for ages though, William really isn't needed to simply stand over Kelly's shoulder as she does her thing. Okay, so he realised an image inducer was being used, but if Kelly was working this on her own, (with the Superfriends at The Tower), you can't tell me she wouldn't have been giving the footage the same level of detailed going over that William was. Nothing in those scenes couldn't have been done without him. Kelly is far more capable to do this. She is ex-military for gods sake.

Which leads me onto Dansen, but also Alex.

Once again we had them acknowledge that as ex-military Alex was finding it difficult to adjust. I broached this in an earlier piece I wrote when J'onn and Alex were talking about it. I would've far preferred Kelly had that conversation with her girlfriend, at home. That end scene with Dansen was great, but the dialogue with Kelly's ex-army buddy - that should've been Kelly when Alex says her actions led to it happening. That whole segment had Kelly and Alex talking written all over it. Another wasted opportunity of so many this season. It is especially galling as we've had so little meaningful Dansen content. That small change would've made a huge difference. Plus no hug? No kiss? M'gann and J'onn get one, but once again Dansen don't, and they don't even get the intimacy of a hug. It is ridiculous. And people wonder why fans have had increasing issue of the LGBTQ storylines. Or rather lack thereof.

Which brings me to my other bugbear from this season. Does Kelly know Kara is Supergirl? I mean I think she does after last weeks episode, which I've covered at the time. But that is only conjecture on what we saw, not what we know for certain. Where is Alex getting her income from? Is J'onn paying her, and if so, where is he getting the income from? Are Kelly and Alex actually living together? Because Kelly sure as hell looked comfortable in Alex's apartment, and Alex certainly looked as if Kelly not only was expected to be there, but belonged there. I know we can't get every minute detail about their lives, but these aren't small things. Plus it would only take brief dialogue to explain what the situation really is.

As for Alex becoming a vigilante. I will be honest, I've never been overly comfortable with vigilantes in shows, however they are littered throughout The Arrowverse. In fact, without them most Arrowverse shows wouldn't exist. As for the support of Kelly, that was a pleasant change. She understood the difficulties Alex faced, and offered a solution. After all, she has the Guardian shield. Whether she becomes her own version of Guardian I guess we wait and see. But since Alex needs to try and stop both Lex and Leviathan and has no other means to do it effectively, a vigilante is the most logical step. After all, isn't that what they've all been doing since Alex left the DEO? They just haven't placed a name to it until now.

Time to go onto Lex and Lena. Possible trigger warning here.

"You're a monster. But that doesn't mean I have to be one to."

First off. Jon Cryer and Katie McGrath were masterful in the scene where it all came to a head in the prison. Despite my misgivings of the overuse of Lex this season, there is no doubt this is why he is so good! His emotional range just came shining through. Just as Katie McGrath's did.

Him getting up into her face like he did, and her flinching. Here is what I tweeted about it: "Listen, I've been in an IPV relationship. I can't speak for victims of family abuse and if they grow up in the same way, but the way Lena flinched in this scene. That was me when my ex did what Lex did. That was real.

Katie McGrath's shone in tonight's episode."

Katie just completely nailed it. This is when I wish I could just stand there and tell her just how amazing that scene was. The same for Jon.

Those who have denied time and again Lena wasn't a victim of abuse, or it didn't excuse her for her actions in how Lex manipulates her, this is why we spoke about it. This is the victim of abuse. If she wasn't expecting that to escalate into a violent reaction, then that scene wouldn't have happened like it did. She was expecting the blow. That whole scene was visceral. I'm still trying to get to grips with how once again, the acting just brings through a depth so often lacking. So please spare me the excuses of she isn't a victim of abuse. That scene is canon now to the story. Between Lex last season, and this leaves no room for doubt, and if you do - you're not doing it for any other reason than to simply hate on Lena.

That last scene with Kara and Lena. Fucking finally! It's only taken 18 episodes to get there. Again I am still frustrated Kara is being so defensive against Lena, but I also do kind of understand it. She is also feeling hurt and no doubt worried. Is Lena trying to trick her again, like she had earlier in the season. Will she get her heart ripped out if Lena is presenting her with an act. Trust goes both ways, and both of them have found it difficult to reestablish it. I get that. I really do. Again though I just wish it hadn't taken until 5.18 for any kind of resolution between them to begin. Even if it had gone to the 20 episode season as planned, we couldn't get time to really get this sorted. Kara needs to let Lena explain why Lena did what she did with more than that speech. She needs to understand just how abusive the relationship is between Lex and Lena, and why to some degree Lena fell back into old habits like she did. Much like we had Lena and Andrea get that backstory, to really help show why Lena has trust issues, Kara and Lena now need to lay those cards out on the table in a similar way. No more hiding. Sadly I doubt we will get anything of that depth, and we certainly won't this season. But it is a start and that's more than I could've hoped for before the episode began.

Lastly, William getting black bagged by Eve. I wonder if her anger at Lex will make her use William as a pawn to gain revenge? Or will she let William know Lex was the one who has fed William those details, or activated him? Still a weird ass way to describe it by the way. But we will see. Honestly, William as a whole holds absolutely no interest for me. So I didn't even find myself reacting to what happened. It was ... meh.

And that's it for now. I've almost certainly forgotten something, but it was a lot to take in this episode.

Overall, I felt this episode was far better than some of what we've seen so far this season, particularly in 5b. It certainly leaves me looking forward to 5.19 with less dread than of late.

#supergirl #kara danvers #lgbtq #chyler leigh #alex danvers #azie tesfai #katie mcgrath #lena luthor #nia nal #nicole maines #kelly olsen #lex luthor #jon cryer #j'onn j'onzz #m'gann m'orzz #melissa benoist

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strayficks · 5 years

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Can I request a Mark Lee smut? It can be anything so long as there’s lots of cum play. Spit play too if that’s possible. Thank you in advance

SHAWTY GIMME WHIP- WHIPLASH, please tell me what you think cus it took me 4 days to finish :0, also! I didnt include spit play, i tried writing it but it didnt come out the way i wanted it to.. sorry 🥴

"Mark.. come on, pay attention to me!" You huffed in frustration as you rested your chin on top of his knee. His gaze was focused on the tv screen, fingers vigourously tapping on his controller as he bit his lip, looking down at you for a split second before bringing his eyes back to where it was.

"One more round. One more round and i'm all yours, baby." He said, getting more and more engrossed in his game. A pout ghosted your lips as you whined. An idea came to mind as you danced your fingers on his thigh, crawling up to his groin as you palmed him. A satisfied smile came upon your lips as he squirmed on his seat, his cock only separated by a thin layer of sweatpants. You kneaded his cock with slow strokes, Mark still hasnt budged aside from the occasional stirring in his seat.

"Feels good doesn't it, mark?" You asked him, a hint of taunt as you looked up to him from behind your lashes. He quickly gets rid of your hand and rested it on the armchair. You huffed. Time for a plan B.

You lifted up your- well, Mark's shirt over your head. Revealing your flimsy champagne colored lace bra. You felt a breeze as the air hits your skin, creeping onto your bare legs only clad in your comfy shorts. Who can blame you? This was supposed to be a day off where you both can spend time with eachother, instead, mark chose his precious game console over you. You quickly took off your shorts, leaving you in only your matching lace set. Mark quickly noticed and gave you a stern look.

"Be patient baby. Dont tempt me." You had nothing better to do that twiddle your thumbs, so why not twiddle something else instead? You would technically still be using your fingers if you thought about it. You looked up at mark, still focused more than ever. His loss right? Not even a second later, you were practically whimpering in frustration. It wasn't working again. You pumped your fingers in and out of yourself,

"Mark.. please." You tried to lean back on the floor, propping one hand behind you for stability as you imagine... imagine that it wasn't your own fingers, but somebody else's. A certain some else's.

Mark looked down at you, his eyes widened a little as he saw you, legs spread and touching yourself while calling his name. He moved so quickly, you didn't even get a chance to register what he actually did. He had you pinned against the floor in a flash, one leg pushed between yours, chest pressed against your breasts. Your breath shot out as his hand locked around your throat, but not in a hard way, more in a dominant way that told you not to even fucking dare defy him right now.

"Youre so fucking desperate, aren't you?"

He hissed into your face, his eyes like thunderbolts "You are sopping wet, but you're too damn proud to admit it."

"I am proud," you barked back, but you couldn't focus, not with his thundering eyes and his body pressed up against yours like that. His thumb was stroking my jawline, jerking my head up to meet his

"The hell you are," He said, stepping closer. "You are so wet, your pussy is soaking my pants, not even hiding the fact that you want me to fuck you docile."

Mark mashed his lips roughly against yours in the manner of which you had fantasied about. The pure act of that fantasy coming true had you letting out a docile moan as he molded himself against you. Gripping onto his strong shoulders, you begun tugging back at his shirt, yanking at it as you felt him lift you up, clinging onto him as you both reached the bedroom. In the meantime your lower half was shamelessly rubbing itself against his lower stomach, craving that friction you had needed since he last fucked you. But to your displeasure, Mark harshly pulled back and grasped your hands so you couldn't touch him.

"No."

Letting out a sound of frustration, you met his chilly eyes. "What?!" His jaw squared and you saw a note of ice flash through his eyes.

"I want you to beg me for it, Unless you beg me, I'm not fucking you." You let out an exasperated sigh as you sat in the foot of the bed. Mark just casually standing over you, waiting with his arms crossed.

"Please, i want you. Fuck me right this goddamm second or i'll kick your ass back to Canada."

His lips twitched into a smirk, the cheeky, cocky one you remembered.

"There's the good girl I know."

"Oh, go to-Jesus!" You nearly screamed when he pounded you up against the bed, setting You on the edge. His hands found your sopping wet pussy.

"Oh God, Mark!" He pushed two long fingers inside you and had almost crossing your eyes from the instant pain and the pleasure all at once. You moaned at the tightening sensation, that sweet, blissful feeling of pleasure ripping through your body.

You gripped on to his shoulders as he pumped his fingers in and out of your weeping pussy, all the while his lips found your throat and started leaving hot trails up and down your jugular. Your fingernails dug into his shirt, and he pumped faster; teased your pussy and stretched it until You were shaking and barely breathing.

You were on the edge of exploding when he then pulled his fingers out and left you on the edge again. Precisely like you had predicted. But not seconds later, he had removed his shirt and unbuckled his pants and gripped his rigid cock, aligning it with your throbbing entrance. You didn't get a chance to prepare yourself before he slammed into you in one thrust and drew a scream from your lips. He filled you up completely and hit you so deep as he had reminded you that he bruised your cervix.

"Oh, fuck!" Your legs were numb but they couldn't stop shaking.

"Hang on to me," Mark told you as he grabbed the back of your knees and then pushed them up to your chest, throwing your calves over his shoulders. Next moment, he was gripping your ass again, just as you curled your hands behind his neck in collision with his second thrust

"Ah, Mark!" You cried as he plowed inside you again, your pussy taking him to the hilt. You clenched around him with your inner walls as mindblowing pleasure roared through you. "Oooh, Mark, God..."

He was rough. It was your style. He took you with brutal force and you liked it. No, you loved it.

"Ah!" You cried and threw your head back when Mark rammed inside you, releasing a groan. His fingers were digging into your ass which he pushed to meet his violent thrusts, each time so that he empaled you and made you see double from the pleasure. "Oh, fuck me, Mark...!"

"Look at this," He suddenly said and dropped the tempo until it came to a complete halt. You had been on the border of another orgasm, so with swimming eyes, you followed where he was looking.

That place turned out to be where the shining head of his dick was pressed just against your dripping wet pussylips. A low moan ripped from you as he then slowly pushed his head inside you, both of you watching as your pussy expanded to accommodate his girth and then swallowed him inch by inch as he pushed deeper

"See that?" He said and squeezed your ass even more. "Do you like it?"

"Yes.." you moaned, shaking out again, nudged your clit with his crown. He pushed back inside.

"It's good... fuck, it's so good..."

"Say it louder," He growled in your ear. "Say it so I can hear it. Say it so our neighbor can hear it."

"Fuck, it's good!" You cried as he shoved himself brutally into you again, now bringing back the force and the heat. "Fuck, it's good, it's good!

"Aaah, Mark!" He repeatedly slammed inside you, going balls deep so he entered your womb. Clamping down around him with your inner muscles, you felt myself begin to convulse with the orgasm that was combusting deep within you.

"Scream, baby" He huskily whispered in your ear, and that did it for you.

You screamed and threw your head back,squeezing your eyelids shut as your orgasm roared through you like a starved lioness going for the slay. Your nails clawed down his back and nearly ripping through his skin as he pounded into you, fucking you through your ogasm until you had no more left to give. Your juices coated his thick length, and he leisurely sank into you, drew back, then rammed into You again. You were completely liquified in his arms, almost slipping off the bed if it hadn't been for his arms holding you up.

"On your knees, look at me." Came his order. You did as he told, legs still weak from your orgasm, but you managed to settle yourself in front of him, looking at him trough your lashes as you put both your hands on top of your thighs, sitting like an obedient school girl.

"Open your pretty mouth for me." You opened your mouth as you watched him pump his cock, his tip right in front of your mouth as it splurts hot cum, landing on your tounge as Mark's rythym slowed. He took you by your chin, admiring his masterpiece as his cum decorated your face.

Your mouth was still open, giving him the full view of his seeds dripping down your chin and landing on your chest, you spread it around as you brought your fingers to your mouth, licking it clean as you swallowed the warm liquid. Mark watched the way your throat moves as you swallowed, a smile etched on his face as he swiped a finger across your chin.

"So pretty."

Author's note: dont hate me for that Canada joke, i was in the moment. Also, confess or request whenever u like! 💥✌✊

#mark lee #mark lee smut #nct #nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct imagines #nct 127 #nct dream #nct u

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eternalstann · 5 years

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Foot Massage

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Warnings: Smut; Mature content [2360 words].

Summary: Bucky gives you a foot massage after a night out with the girls. Except, it turns into a lot more than a foot massage.

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You tried to subdue yourself from your fit of giggles as you walked through the doors of the compound. Natasha bent forward grabbing her knees, doubled over from laughter. "Wait, spin around for me again" she choked out whilst looking up at you. You broke when you started to twirl and she smacked your ass. "Natasha!" you exclaimed swatting her hands away. "I definitely see why those guys couldn't keep their eyes off of you tonight, cause your ass is literally a work of art" she spoke cupping your ass in her hands and jiggling it. "You're beyond drunk Nat" you whisper, remembering that it was going on four a.m.

You were about to head to the kitchen when the light from the living room flicked on revealing almost all of the guys sitting on the couch. "Could you be any louder?" Steve asked with a half smile on his face and you were surprised he wasn't upset at you all for being out so late. He truly did act 100 sometimes. "You guys definitely had a good night, hey Y/N, if anything happens between you and Nat tonight come get me first" Sam snickered from his spot on the recliner adjacent to Steve. You just rolled your eyes, typical Sam. You loved him to death, you just didn't have those type of feelings for him. Even though his flirty banter was a nice confidence boost every now and then.

Maybe you could have those feelings for Sam one day; he was handsome, smart, funny and strong. But right now you only had eyes for Bucky Barnes. You bit your lip as your eyes fell to him sitting next to Steve on the couch. There was something about the quiet man that you were just so drawn to. His eyes met yours for a moment before he turned to face Carol who had plopped down in the open seat next to him. A pang of jealousy coarsed through you as she handed him a beer and placed her feet up onto the table in front of them. You mentally kicked yourself for not beating her over there. He was wearing a tight fitting navy blue t-shirt. His chest and shoulders filled it out so completely you were positive if he breathed too deeply it'd rip off him. A pair of gray basketball shorts and socks finished his look and you couldn't help but stare at his muscular thighs. Your thoughts were about to take a turn towards the R-rated when you felt a pair of small but strong arms wrap around your waist.

"I love youuuu!" Natasha quipped rocking you back and forth. "I love you too Nat" you replied placing your hands over hers. She always got really touchy when she was drunk but usually you didn't have as much of an audience. The red headed (and sometimes blonde) woman was truly your closest friend. She kissed your cheek before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the love seat. "Hey Tony and Bucky! Peter isn't it past your bedtime?" You joked. "Haha you're so funny Y/N, you're only a few years older then me so relax!" He laughed. "Where are Clint and Bruce?" Natasha asked noticing the two of them were missing from the bunch. "Bruce went to bed a while ago and Clint went home for the weekend. I'm Surprised you were even able to deduct they weren't here as drunk as you are Nat" Tony spoke pulling laughs from the guys.

"Where's Wanda?" Steve asked with a raised eyebrow. "You know where she is" Carol responded before taking a sip of her beer. "Okay Wanda, I knew she was a freak! It's always the quiet ones!" Sam just wouldn't stop tonight. "At least someones getting some, this job is horrible for my sex life" Nat deadpanned. "No seriously, I haven't had sex in so long I think my virginity is growing back" You were joked. Though you were getting crucially horny. Everyone laughed but you felt butterflies watching Bucky laugh, it was a rare occurrence so you tried your best to take it in. "I'm sure anyone here would love to help you with your problem Y/N, including Nat" Carol looked at you. "Wow Carol so you wouldn't?" "Oh, girl especially me" She laughed and you could feel your neck get hot. "Well right now my biggest problem is how bad my feet hurt" You reached down to pull off your strappy black heels.

"I'll give you a foot massage" Bucky shrugged and your head shot up so fast you almost got whiplash. "Don't let me block your blessing girl" and Carol got up switching seats with you. You weren't even fully seated when he grabbed your legs and pulled your feet into his lap. You shivered at the feel of his cold metal hand and then the warmth of his flesh one. It was probably odd to be receiving a foot rub in front of the team but you couldn't find it in you to care. Bucky's big hands used just the right amount of pressure on your sore soles and it took all of your effort not to let out a moan. His metal hand lifted your leg up and his other one squeezed your calf, rubbing up and down. You felt your nipples harden and you took a deep breathe to try and keep your composure. He was barely doing anything and you were falling apart.

He was smiling at you, an innocent smile but the sight of it made your pussy wet. You felt like those blues eyes were staring right through you. "Is this good?" he whispered to you, trying not to draw the attention of the others a they had all begun watching whatever was on T.V. "You're perfect Buck" you sighed, pushing back your hair and letting your head fall onto the arm rest of the couch.

The way you were sprawled out, legs on his lap with your back arched slightly he felt his shorts grow tighter. He could see your hard nipples through your thin black dress and he closed his eyes to imagine your bare breasts. You were gorgeous, watching Nat all over you made him both turned on and jealous at once. It was his idea for him and the guys to stay up having a movie night because you were going out with the girls. He wanted to make sure you were safe, even though you could more then handle yourself. Your legs were so smooth and soft, he wished he could feel the rest of you.

After about fifteen minutes you yawned and his heart dropped, fearing it was the end of your interaction. "I'm gonna go lay down" you spoke sitting up and putting your hand on his arm. "Thank you Bucky, I'll have to return the favor sometime" you smiled before getting up and padding barefoot to your room. You weren't really tired but you needed some relief. You stripped your dress off as soon as you made it to your room. You lay on your bed and ran your hands down your body, remembering the feeling of Bucky’s touch. Your core throbbed at just the thought of him, an ache deep within you that only he could fix.

Bucky got up as soon as he'd noticed you'd forgotten your shoes. A perfect excuse to see you again. He was gonna knock but he stopped in his tracks when he saw your door was still cracked open. "Y/N you left your shoes-" His breathe caught in his throat at the sight in front of him. There you were- splayed out on your bed, legs open with one hand between them touching yourself. Your head had been against the pillows but rose in shock at the sound of his voice. "Bucky- I..." you exclaimed but you couldn't find words. "I'm so sorry..I should've knocked" Bucky spoke, barely above a whisper and unable to take his eyes off of you.

"Bucky can I tell you something..?" you didn't know where this confidence came from but you hoped it would see you through. "...I'm really fucking horny". Your eyes focused on the bulge in his shorts. "And I could use your help". Bucky was across the room in seconds, "then let me help you baby girl".

As soon as he was in reach you pulled his face to yours. The kiss was dirty and sensual, the kind that made your brain turn to static. Your fingers found their way to his hair, holding onto him like he would disappear if you let go. His were around your waist pulling you so close a sheet of paper wouldn't fit between the two of you. His mouth tasted like your new favorite thing and his scent was intoxicating. "Bucky get naked" you whined tugging at at the hem of his shirt. He obliged pulling his top over his head. He had scars littered across his broad chest, you leaned forwards and licked down his sternum. "These shorts need to go too.." you drawled, tugging them down.

You took a moment to take in his length, you had no doubt he'd be well endowed but you were almost nervous at how big he was. You took him in your mouth, bobbing your head a few times before looking up at him. His pupils were blown, mouth in a small 'o' at the sight of you. You bobbed faster, swirling your tongue around the head and placing your hands on his thighs to steady yourself. "Holy shit baby girl, don't stop" he moaned, his flesh hand falling to the back of your head.

You kept going, obscene noises of your sucking echoed through the room. "Fuck" you heard Bucky mutter under his breath and you knew he was close. You hummed around him and that was it, you felt his hot load shoot into your mouth and you did you best to swallow it all. You pulled back and tried to catch your breath but Bucky pulled you up and bent you over the bed. He spread your legs and rubbed your sex, "you ready for me baby girl?". You couldn't even speak, you just nodded your head; but that wasn't enough for Bucky. His hand came down on your ass and you jumped at the sting. "Talk to me Y/N". He smacked you again and you let out a whimper, "Yes Bucky please, I'm ready!". Your jaw dropped when you felt his tongue against your pussy. He didn't waste any time, licking and tasting you. He ate you like you were his last meal.

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum" you cried, as that pleasant burn began to form in the pit of your stomach. He picked up the pace, encouraged by your words. He began sucking on your clit. You nearly screamed his name as you reached your peak. He used his mouth to ride you through your orgasm. You let your face fall flat against the bed when he was finished. You felt like you were floating. “Get on the bed babygirl” he commanded and you obeyed.

You lay flat on your back, staring at the beautiful man hovering over you. Bucky shook his head and disbelief, still not able to believe he was finally having you this way. “You’re so gorgeous” he spoke, leaning down to kiss you again. “Please Buck, I need you” you were pining at this point. Bucky held himself up, his arms in either side of you, before pushing into you. The feeling made both of you breathless. “So wet for me..” Bucky mumbled, letting his forehead rest against yours. He pulled out almost completely before entering you again. You were certain you’d never felt this full before.

You arched your back as he began to thrust into you faster, your breast pressed against his chest and legs wrapped around his waist. You wished the two of you could stay in this moment forever. “You feel so good baby” you groaned letting your nails dig into back. Bucky liked the pain and picked up the pace even more, slamming into you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” you chanted like a mantra feeling your high approaching again. “You gonna come for me sweetheart?” Bucky asked, placing a hand around your throat and squeezing. All you could do was nod. His hips rubbed just right against your clit each time he delved into you.

Bucky’s thrusts got quicker and you clenched around him. “Cum for me Y/N!” Bucky muttered through gritted teeth and you did. He fucked you through you high, still chasing his own. You pulled his head down to yours rough, by his hair and Bucky grunted at the feeling finally finding his release and cumming inside of you. “Shit babygirl” he spoke before collapsing on top of you.

You let your fingers trace shapes on to the now sweaty skin of his back, just enjoying the moment. Laying in the dark, next to the man you’d been dreaming of for months. Until a stream of light came in from the doorway and you heard Natasha’s loud voice, “YOU GUYS THEY HAD SEX, I TOLD YOU!”

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I never know how to end these omg 😭 but hey I’m a new blog! This is my first piece about a member of the avengers/cast so I hope you enjoyed it! Feel free to send in requests or just chat! Sending you love. (P.S sorry I was so excited to post this I didn’t even proof read😭)

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Chapter Six

"Dammit! This one won't start either!"

Charlie gritted his teeth together as he roughly twisted the car key to an abandoned jeep in its ignition. Of the five cars they found discarded at a ransacked convenience store, three were deemed useless. Not only was their search for transportation fruitless, but the small shop had been wiped clean of everything. Food. Water. The only medicine it carried, if one would call it that, were vitamin supplements. But even those were tempered with, their tops left open. After days of traveling, the glimmer of hope each party member felt when coming across such a place were crushed deep into very ground. There was absolutely nothing.

"There's no gas in any of the tanks," Chloe sighed as she walked away from a van. "It's all been siphoned out."

"Fan-fucking-tastic," Nate hissed, throwing his arms up into the air. "So we're back to square one! We have zero supplies! At this point, we should all just draw straws and decide who we eat first!"

"I can assure you Father frowns upon cannibalism," Lucifer smirked coldly. "But seeing as you're already going where you are, it won't make much of a difference."

"What the hell is that supposed to me?" The other man took a step towards the Devil, his stance tense as if he anticipated an oncoming brawl. "Are you trying to piss me off? I may be damn well starving, but I still have enough energy to kick your ass!"

"Ah, an invitation to duel," Lucifer grinned. "Well, if you really insist, then-"

"Lucifer, that's enough!" Chloe exclaimed, moving to put herself in between the two men. "We're all hungry. And irritable," she met Lucifer's gaze, expression firm. "We've gotten this far and we still have food. The farther we walk, the more likely we'll get somewhere. We're still on track to get up North right, Kate?"

"If we continue with the pace we're going by foot," the younger woman replied quietly. "Then yes." For a brief moment, she paused as if questioning her next words. "I don't think we should be out here in the open. We need to be back in the woods like before."

Charlie squatted down, leaning against one of the cars. With a long sigh, he wiped the sweat away from his forehead, his hand leaving a grease stain in its wake. Ruth moved to his side and bent down, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. The man looked to his wife and gave her a weak smile, placing his own hand over hers. Silence fell over the group until Ruth's own voice broke the long pause.

"Maybe we can stay here for the night and sleep in the cars?" She suggested, her eyes meeting Chloe's in a clear attempt to persuade the other woman into agreeing. "Just for tonight. We can wake up early and get back on our path. It's been so long and I know car seats aren't that comfortable, but anything is better than the ground." Her eyes flickered to the others. "Please, just for the night. For a few hours."

"I really don't think it's a good idea," Kate spoke up once more. "We really shouldn't-"

"For once, I agree with the old lady," Nate butted in. "It's one damn night," he glared at the college student. "This isn't some horror film where the monster suddenly pops out of the woods and attacks us."

Once more, as they always seemed to do, all eyes fell on the detective. Oh, how lucky she always was. Giving the final say in a decision that could either save them or bite them in the ass. She looked over to Kate, a pang of guilt sprouting in her at the look of desperation and fear in the girl's eyes. She may be quiet, but Kate was smart. Maybe even wiser than all of them. But the thought of sleeping on something that wasn't covered in rocks and roots was attempting. Too tempting.

"We'll stay," Chloe exhaled. "But we leave before sunrise and we'll take shifts to make sure we're safe." She tried to catch Kate's attention, but the young woman looked away. "I'll do first shift."

"I'll join you, Detective," Lucifer offered. "Two makes good company, and anyway, we are partners."

The detective gave the Devil a small smile. "And since you're so adamant about the idea, Nate, you'll take second."

"Hold on a minute," the man interjected. "Who gave you the right-"

"You'll take second." Chloe's response was abrupt as she emphasized each word. "Or you don't get a car to sleep in. Are we at an understanding?"

Nate muttered something under his breath that she couldn't make out. Then, to her surprise and his clear disgust, the man nodded. "Fine," he muttered. "Have it your damn way."

Chloe inhaled slowly, taking in the air around her. "Then it's settled," she stated. "Ruth, Charlie, and Kate, you can have the van. Lucifer, Nate, and I will sleep in the jeep."

"Detective! I am certainly most not sleeping with that!" He jabbed a finger towards Nate who looked eager to bark back a response before Chloe cut in.

"You're more than welcome to sleep outside too, Lucifer."

And with that, the Devil fell silent. Time passed as everyone settled into the respective places, Nate stretching obnoxiously in the back snoring as Chloe and Lucifer sat up front. The sun was down and for the first time in awhile, the stars were relatively visible. Chloe couldn't remember the last time she had a moment to gaze up at the sky. The trees obscured most of their view making it seem darker than it really was.

She couldn't help but think of Trixie. Once, when she was three, she and Dan had taken her camping up in the mountains. There was a meteor shower and, little Trixie being who she was, ran back and forth in the open field trying to catch the falling stars. Ultimately, her ex husband found a random rock and gave it to her claiming he had caught one.

Chloe could still remember the excitement and joy in the girl's eyes as she held her prized star. It was one of many happy memories she treasured. And as she sat there, looking up, she tried to picture that Trixie was doing the same. Healthy. Alive. Safe. A lump formed in her throat and she tried to swallow it back down.

"Are you alright, Detective?"

It was almost like memory whiplash when Lucifer's question pulled her back to reality. She looked to her partner who eyed her with obvious concern. Swallowing again, this time harder, she nodded her head trying to compose herself.

"Mhm," she replied, rubbing her eyes hoping it'd appear that she was just tired. "Yeah, just thinking about getting back on the road. Nothing important."

Lucifer placed his hand over hers, his skin cool and soothing to the touch. She let out a shaky sigh, turning her head to meet his eyes. When she looked at him, she felt relaxed. Safe. That everything in the end was going to be okay. Their fingers interlocked and she shivered, but not out of cold.

"We'll find her, you know," the Devil spoke gently. "Your spawn is resilient and dare I say, brave? Perhaps even frighteningly so?" His smile was genuine, unlike the grins he gave whenever he was being cocky. "Trust me, Trixie is okay. A Devil never lies."

The detective yawned softly, moving to rest her head on Lucifer's shoulder. She felt his arm around her, his grip firm yet gentle. "Never change, Lucifer Morningstar," she murmured.

"Tired?" He asked softly.

Chloe could only nod in response, a small smile gracing her lips. She was long gone, pulled into the depths of sleep when Lucifer startled Nate awake. She didn't hear the argument that ensued until the other man reluctantly gave into his duty. Unconsciousness had claimed her and she did not fight it.

"SHIT!"

The sound of a bullet embedding itself into the thick metal of a car door ripped Chloe from her sleep. She looked around startled as yet another bullet apparently whizzed by her shattering a window. Blinking back sleep, she could make out figures shielding themselves around the other unoccupied vehicles, guns raised.

"You bastard!" Lucifer cried out. "You bloody fell asleep!"

"It was an accident!" Nate screamed. "I didn't mean-"

"Get your heads down!" The detective yelled, finally wide awake. "We can point fingers later!"

Doing her best to stay out of range, Chloe peered over the broken window of the jeep. It was hard to tell how many men there were, at least three, but her main concern was the van. Charlie. Katie. Ruth. If something happened to them, she'd never forgive herself. Dammit, they should've listen to Kate.

"We need to get over to the van!" Chloe shouted over the shooting. "Lucifer, I need you to cover me!"

"Are you crazy?!" The man replied, looking at her in disbelief. "If anyone should be used as a target, it's him!"

They both looked to Nate whose breathing was erratic. He was going to have a panic attack. But before either of the two could stop him, the man leaped out of the car intending to disappear into the woods. His second leg didn't hit the ground for the bullet embedded itself in his shoulder.

Lucifer couldn't help but think of mirages in deserts when he and Chloe came upon the house. But unlike those tricks of the imagination, this one was real. With almost too much anticipation, still supporting much of Chloe's weight, he twisted the door knob. Unlocked. It was almost too good to be true. A fact that his mind didn't exactly consider as he rushed the detective inside.

The interior of the home was simple. From the front door, you could see the entrance to the kitchen that also acted as a small dining room, a small hallway that led to what the Devil could only assume was the living room and two doors-probably leading to a bathroom and bedroom. Quaint and anything far from complaining about.

"Let's get you off your feet, Detective, and I'll have a look see, yes?"

Chloe let out a quiet hum in response as Lucifer walked to one of the two doors. Hesitantly, his mind now returning to a state of alertness, turned the knob slowly. With his elbow, he gingerly pushed it open, half expecting someone to either jump out or be met with the stench of a dead body. Instead, he was greeted by an empty bedroom that seemed, except for the unmade bed, completely untouched. Lucifer let out a long sigh he hadn't realized he'd been holding as he moved over to the mattress.

"Just lay here in rest," he instructed Chloe. "I'll find us some water and something to eat."

A part of him was afraid to leave the room. Afraid to turn away from Chloe and move out of her sight. It was a strange feeling. A worry that if he did, she'd disappear. Deep down he knew that wouldn't be the case, but still he felt it. So he watched her for a minute, making sure she was still before he reluctantly retreated to kitchen in the hopes of finding something. Anything.

He went for the cub boards first, digging through the various plates and glasses that filled the top shelves. The fridge too was empty, not that anything in there would be edible by that point. It wasn't until he went to the pantry that he found them. Preserves. Peaches, pickles, olives, peppers-things that he would have avoided in the past, but now were as desired as a meal from a Michelin Star restaurant. He began to unload them onto the counter, the number of jars coming to twelve. It was then, when all the containers were cleared out, that he saw the most amazing sight of all. A single gallon jug of unopened spring water. Never had Lucifer grinned more widely in his life.

"Detective!"

Chloe blinked wearily from her spot on the bed. She was at that point from exhaustion where she teetered between consciousness and unconsciousness. However, when Lucifer pressed the cool glass of water to her dry lips, she nearly snatched it from him.

"Easy," he said, holding the cup steady as she drained it within seconds. "You'll make yourself sick. And," he smiled. "You don't want that to happen, especially when I've discovered food! I've got a jar of peaches with your name on it!"

He was out of the room and back before Chloe could reply. The jar of fruit was shoved into her hands before she had a moment to react, fork already inserted into the topless container. Propping herself up, she looked over to Lucifer who was grinning with a jar of pickles. With an ever big smile, he held his cup towards hers.

"Cheers, Detective," he smiled. "To our home away from home!"

A day passed. Then two. Then three before Chloe had regained her strength again. Empty mason jars were discarded on the counter, the water jug nearly empty of its contents. Lucifer sat on the couch while Chloe watched out the window, her arms folded over her chest.

"We should leave tomorrow morning," she said, turning to look at her partner. "We've spent too much time here."

"Are you sure we aren't rushing things?" The Devil countered. "You still aren't completely-"

"I'm fine," she interjected. "And I'll feel a lot better once we are back on our trail. We can take some of the jars and the jug and fill them up if we come across a river or something." Chloe could see the concern in the Devil's features so she offered what she could. A small smile. "We'll be fine."

Lucifer was quiet for the rest of the day, uncharacteristically so, and Chloe felt guilty about it. She knew he wanted to stay. That in his view, this was a safe haven. That here they were together. But she knew that he too knew they had to move on. So that night, after the last jar of apricots was finished between the two, Chloe grabbed his hand. When his eyes locked on hers, a look of confusion on his face, she smiled.

"Come, I've found something."

Lucifer stood up and let Chloe lead him to the living room. There, on a side table, was a battered record player that looked like it had seen some rough times. She let go of his hand and moved over to the object, eyeing it proudly.

"I found it in one of the closets," the detective explained. "I'm not sure if it works. But I thought if it does, maybe you could do me the honor of giving me a dance?"

The Devil stared at the vinyl in the record player-"In the Summertime" by Mungo Jerry. Quite an odd choice in music, not something he would've picked, but when he looked at Chloe, marveled at her smile, it was physically impossible to say no.

"It would be my pleasure, Detective," he grinned, holding out his hand.

When the beat of the music started, the scratchy sound of the disc fading, the rest of the world's problems seem to fade with it. Right now, in that moment, it was just Chloe and him. Not as they had been for months, but in a different place than the trials they faced daily. He held her close, enjoying the sound of her laughter when he spun her. And when she leaned forward, her lips meeting his, he melted into her embrace.

They moved to the music, faster now as the made their way down the hallway and into the bedroom. Her warm fingers slid underneath his shirt, running down his chest. He helped her pull of his shirt as his own hands began to explore her body. The music was distant now, his blood thrumming in his ears as they collided onto the bed. She was straddling him now, her breath heavy and her eyes full of lust. It was then, while he gazed deeply, that he realized how he truly wanted nothing more in his life.

"I love you." He said through a shuddering breath.

"Then show me."

XXX

When the bright rays of sun cascaded down upon Chloe's face, the detective squinted and blinked back sleep. She looked over and saw Lucifer was still fast asleep. She took him in for a moment, smiling softly as she let her fingers trail down his jawline.

Yawning, she slid out of bed looking around the room for her clothes that had been scattered during the previous night's activity. After gathering them up and getting dressed, she decided to let Lucifer sleep a little longer. Chloe moved through the house and to the front door. Perhaps she could take in everything one last time before moving on. But just as she stepped out the door, something cold and hard pressed against her temple.

"Don't scream," the stranger hissed. "Or I'll blow your damn brains out."

So much for a nice morning.

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