#she also takes one look at him and is like oh big wet brown eyes??? well SOMEBODY decided to take inspiration from me 😏

[yesokayiknow]

also re clara and missy i honestly believe that clara's one of the few people who dhawan!master lets call him missy. like she runs into him one day and he's in all his purple nightmare glory with that madcap grin and those dead eyes and he opens his mouth and says one (1) word and she's like oh fuck. missy. and he's like yeah yknow what. sure

#clara: hey lemme get your pronouns before i foil your evil plan #dhawan!master: tbh i don't care. also stabbing you stabbing you stabbing you stabbing you #doctor who #clara oswald #the master #dhawan!master #she also takes one look at him and is like oh big wet brown eyes??? well SOMEBODY decided to take inspiration from me 😏 #this is why he stabs her

[anadiasmount]

something about dad!jude porfavorrrrr I need this in my life 😍😍😍 I feel like Jude would be such a good dad especially with a little girl. Aaaaaaa porfa haz esto

amorcito te quiero tanto, por eso te escribo este blurb para ti!! 😘 haven’t been okay since that pic with a little baby 😔💔

“look who it is ellie! it’s dada!” you say in a baby voice, jude walking in and immediately rushing to both of you. your daughter excitedly gasped and kicked her feet, anxious to be in her daddies hold. jude kisses her chubby cheeks and forehead, whispering just how much he missed her and you.

jude placed her on his side, his hand brushing your cheek and capturing your lips in an awaited kiss. just a couple days apart but it drive him crazy. he hated being away especially when the two of you were left alone. “how are you? was she okay?” he asked, walking into the kitchen hearing ellie blabbering.

“more than okay, she slept through all the nights, maybe woke up once or twice but overall she did so good,” you sighed, making a cup of tea for the two of you since it was late. you wore one of jude’s oversized tees and a pair of cookie monster oh shorts. jude finding it hard to be away, especially with his daughter along him.

he missed the two of you terribly. his thoughts constantly consumed at how you were doing? what you were up to? if you were okay? he was super protective and only wanted the best for his girls. “i missed you so much little one, tore my heart when i saw you crying when i left,” jude pouted before blowing raspberries in her neck and tummy, loud giggle taking over the room.

when jude had away games, he had to leave with his daughter clung into him, tears in her big brown eyes, repeatedly calling out for him as a sign to not go. it was always such a hard thing and he felt guilty leaving you with her in that state.

“did so good for mommy! that means i’ll buy you ice cream, new bows for your hair and a new toy,” he promises seeing her make an o shape with her mouth and looking at you in shock. the two of you copying her which made her squeal. “she is so big now,” jude said sadly, looking into his daughters eyes, ellie offering a toothy smile. “can you stay this tiny?”

you wrapped your hand around his bicep, kissing it before slowly rubbing away the food on ellie’s mouth, pushing her wet and already coated with products curls up. the night shower going to help her fall asleep, all through the night once again. ellie yawned, leaning her head on her daddies shoulder, tiny hand also coming up to lay beneath her her cheek.

jude rubbed his hand against her back, cooing her to sleep. he grabbed her milk and pouring into her disney princess themed bottle, also grabbing her binkie just incase. “you got it or want me to do it?” you ask him, also yawning due to how late it was. “i can do it, just wait for me in our room, i’ll be there soon,” he pecked your lips sealing the promise.

he walked into ellie’s room, turning on the air humidifier, and lamp in the corner of her room. changing her into a new diaper as she fought her sleep. jude sat on the rocking chair, ellie laying in his arms as he gave her the bottle and read a book quietly to her. it seemed like she wanted to stay up, but it was past her bedtime and she needed to sleep.

jude stood up after reading three books, rocking her gently and softly side to side, her binkie now in her mouth as she slowly fluttered her eyes to sleep. “you’re so beautiful ellie, i love you so much my sweet girl…” he sang and hummed the lullabies you sing to her when she was with you. kissing her cheeks and curls, once she finally fell asleep in his arms, grabbing the back of her head gently and placing her in the crib.

“shh, shh, shh, shh,” jude said softly, fixing her small pillow and covering her with a blanket, tucking her teddy bear next to her and the binkie as well. jude fixed the baby camera grabbing the charged screen and shutting the lights off. he put back the books and took the empty bottle with him as well. he closed the door to her room as quiet as possible, going downstairs to wash the bottle and coming back up immediately.

“i brought her a new one, just incase she does wake up at night,” jude said to you, placing the small bottle into the tiny fridge you had. “thank you handsome,” you spoke tiredly, wanting nothing more than to finally sleep. jude checked on ellie one more time through the baby monitor, seeing her sound asleep with her arms up.

“was she fussy?”

“nope not at all. she fought her sleep but that was all,” he said laying next to you, bringing yo to his side and kissing you deeply. “i want another baby,” jude pouted. you giggled, “i know you do… but i want to enjoy our time with ellie first, see her grow up and enjoy our time a bit before bringing another baby into our lives.”

“you’re such a good dad to her jude, she’s so lucky to have you, i’m so lucky to have you! but seeing you with our ellie it’s just so pure and a different love. you’re a natural, so loving, gentle, and you spoil her like crazy…” you whisper, making jude nervous and shy.

“a natural? really?”

“mhmm. it’s like you were made or were already ready for this dad life,” you nod kissing his jaw. “i love you y/n. i hope you know that making you my wife has been the most amazing decision ever. and make you a mommy as well,” jude teased, feeling the gently slap in his chest. “seriously, thank you for bringing and carrying my ellie to us…”

the next morning jude was up first, leaving a kiss on your head before grabbing the monitor and seeing ellie awake. jude smiled wide, making grabby hands at her when she grabbed onto the railings almost jumping in excitement. “good morning my sweet angel! how’d you sleep?” he kissed all over her face, pushing her coils back as she squealed loudly.

jude put the baby monitor to charge, walking downstairs to the kitchen and pouring her juice in a bottle. “let’s make you and mommy some breakfast okay?” jude said, still carrying her since she refused to be put down. he made coffee and cut up some fruit for ellie, siting her in her high chair.

he poured the coffee in the mugs, fixing the plate with eggs, fruit, utensils, syrup and small waffles in the breakfast stand. carding both his daughter and the food all the way upstairs. “go go go! go wake mommy up,” jude ushered, laughing at ellie crawling rapidly to you.

someone tugging on your hair woke you up, seeing your daughter clapping as she giggled. “hi good morning my silly ellie girl,” you kissed her head sitting up and rubbing your eyes. jude came to your side, rubbing your back with his hand and offering you coffee, “me and ellie made breakfast for you.”

“did you really? you helped daddy?” you praise her, ellie siting on your lap as you took a sip of coffee. jude say next to you, kissing you and whispering a good morning before feeding ellie some breakfast and her silly cup with juice.

“would exchange anything to spend my morning like this with my beautiful girls…”

#judey thoughts 5️⃣ #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham blurb

[stvharrngton]

kinktober: day two

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

kink: hands/fingers

warnings: smut, 19+ minors dni, fingering, finger sucking

word count: 0.7k

taglist: @inkluvs @dukesmebby @sweetbabygirlsworld @kennedy-brooke @gvf23 @nix-rose

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

You loved Steve’s hands.

The way they felt so big compared to yours, when his fingers were threaded through your own. How they curled around your thigh when he was driving, fingers digging into your flesh.

You also craved to have his hands on you in other ways, caressing your hips and waist, groping at your tits. Either wrapped around your throat or having them plunged deep inside you.

You loved how they felt against you, sometimes soft, other times rough. So when you woke one morning, still naked in Steve’s bed from the night before, the boy’s fingers headed south as his soft lips kissed on your shoulder, who were you to complain?

Steve teased you softly as he moved his kisses to your neck, fingers slipping through your pussy before they began to circle your clit. You hummed at the ministration, sleep still evident in your croaky voice.

Steve pecked featherlight kisses along your jaw before reaching that sweet little spot just below your ear. You keened below him, your fingers threading through his soft brown locks, tugging lightly at the strands.

He groaned in response, a low throaty hum at the sweet pinch. “Good morning,” he finally spoke as he nipped at your neck.

“Morning,” you replied, cheeks heating up as the pleasure began to roll through your body. Eyes fluttering closed again, thighs parting involuntarily for Steve.

The boy smirked at your response, fingers now circling your hole. Teasing and taunting as they gathered your slick, a moan rumbling in his chest as he felt how wet you were.

“Were you dreamin’ of me, honey?” He asked, innocently enough until he plunged his fingers inside you, “pussy’s so wet, looks like she can’t get enough of me, hm?”

You moaned loudly, Steve was always one for dirty talk and this morning was no different. You stuttered put a y-yes, not sure which part of the question you were actually responding to. 

He sped his fingers up now, pumping them in and out of your cunt with vigour, digits curling inside you, hitting that sweet little spot of yours. You wailed in response, hands grabbing and clawing at anything they could find.

Steve’s thumb came to rub at your clit in tandem with how his fingers were fucking in and out of you, making your back arch and your pussy flutter. Thumb rubbing softly but with just the right amount of pressure, causing you to exhale out a breathy moan.

The room filled with the sounds of your gasps and groans, with the sound of Steve’s fingers plunging in and out of you quickly, your slick leaking and coating Steve’s fingers. 

“Does that feel good, honey? You like when I fuck you with my fingers?” He asks, voice gravelly and low, sexy and sinful. You keened at the question, mustering everything you had in you so you could provide Steve with the answer that he wanted.

“Yeah, fuck,” you whined, hips bucking off the mattress to try and match the pace of Steve’s fingers, clenching around his thick digits.

“Oh,” he groaned, the feeling making all his blood rush south, “can feel you squeezing em’, shit,” Steve was overcome with lust, a lewd haze taking over him just at the sight of you below him. Your hair still a-mess with sleep, your eyes fluttering closed, your lips parted oh so prettily, “how ‘bout I let you cum all over them and then I’ll stick them in your mouth like the dirty little girl you are, hm?”

You mewled at the proposition, your pussy becoming wetter, the wet sound circling through your eardrums. You mustered a nod, followed by a strangled “Pleasepleaseplease.”

It wasn’t long until you were coming undone, your orgasm washing over you as the pleasure sparked throughout your body. Your back arched as your thighs shook, your nails raking over Steve’s bicep as the other clutched the sheets you lay on. You whined as Steve eventually pulled his fingers from you, the digits soaked in your own juices.

The boy licked his lips as he brought them to his sightline, his fingers glistening in the warm glow that peaked through the crack in the curtains. Your eyes blinked open, eyelashes fluttering up at your boyfriend as you parted your lips almost on command.

He smirked down at you as he placed his fingers flat on your tongue, watching with desire as you sucked them into your mouth, tongue swirling around his fingers, licking and sucking your own orgasm from them. 

Steve groaned at the feeling as you released his fingers with a pop, “Good girl.” he cooed.

#steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington oneshot #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things smut #k.fic #kinktober2023

[mncxbe]

Platonic Dazai x younger sister! Reader who's sassy

Oh yes this is so sweet I cannot. He would defo be such a sweet/ annoying brother tho. Also this takes place after the Ada finds out that Dazai worked with the Mafia. Enjoy♡♡

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𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff♡/ Kunikida's pov to enhance the silly

Kunikida entered the office that Monday morning only to find everyone gathered in a big circle around the couch.

"What the...?" he mumbled to himself as he approached his colleagues, half hoping that Dazai didn't have anything to do with whatever was going on.

But of course he did. The young detective brought you, his little sister, to work with him.

"Isn't she absolutely adorable?" cooed Dazai as he pinched your cheek, causing you to frown.

"What am I, twelve?" you replied in an annoyed voice, rolling your eyes.

Kunikida stopped right next to Dazai, shooting him a death glare.

"I wasn't aware it was 'bring your little sibling at work day', Dazai"

"Aww Kunikida san but she asked me to take her with me. She wanted to see you." he said with a wicked smile.

"I never said that, flat ass" you snapped, a pink blush tinting your cheeks. "I just need help with my Maths homework that's all."

"But I could've helped you"

"As if. You didn't even go to school" you said with a provoking smirk but your brother didn't reply, instead turning to Kunikida.

"So can you help her? I'd be most grateful"

Kunikida looked at you for a brief moment. You looked almost like Dazai: the same wavy chestnut hair and brown eyes, but you were a bit thinner and shorter and your arms weren't covered up by bandages.

"Sure. I guess I could. I have a small window in my schedule and-"

"See little one?" chimed Dazai in as he ruffled your hair "Told you he'd help"

"I'm 17, flat ass. I'm not little anymore" you cried out, causing Ranpo to chuckle.

"Hey my ass is not flat" said your brother in the same tone as yours.

"I'd agree with you but then we'd both be wrong"

"Wow she's a feisty one" spoke Yosano between chuckles "I like her."

Dazai's eyes narrowed playfully upon hearing your remark "Very well then, so be it. If you think you're such a big girl why don't you recite the 26th page of your diary? It's about your crush on-"

All the blood in your face drained when you heard your brother talk and you quickly jumped off the couch, covering his mouth with your hands.

"You wouldn't dare."

He smirked, removing your quivering fingers "Oh I would"

"Then I'll hide your bandages"

"Then I'll take your laptop for a day" he said back

"I'll pour soy sauce in your shoes and wet all your socks every morning" you pressed, a glimmer of mischief in your eyes.

"Then I'll tell your Physics teacher about how you cheated on your finals last year."

Your face contorted in a pained expression but you still wouldn't back away. "Then... I'll invite you know who (us, the readers, know it's Chuya👀) to dinner at our place."

Your brother opened his mouth to say something but then immediately closed it, a smile rising to his lips. "Alright smart ass, you won. Now go at my desk and do your homework ok?"

With a proud smirk on your face you nodded, taking your tote bag from the couch and languidly making your way to his desk. You opened your English books, turned on your headphones and began working on your assignments; from time to time, you tapped the sleeve of your mechanical pencil in the rhythm of the song you were listening to.

The others went on with their duties too, leaving only Dazai and Kunikida next to the couch.

"She sure is a lot like you, Dazai." said the latter as he arranged his glasses.

"Well, what can I say." replied Dazai. "I tried to keep her away from the Port Mafia as much as I could, you know. To actually give her a chance in life but I guess she did end up a lot like me in some ways." He sighed "I'm really proud of her tho."

Kunikida only chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You know, maybe that's not a bad thing. That's she a lot like you. Plus, despite you she's hardworking."

"Aww Kunukida san did you just compliment me?" With that, Dazai was back to his normal self and the other man frowned, turning on his heels and marching towards his desk.

"I'll help her later with the homework. Go take care of your missions now"

"Suuure Kunikida san" added the brunette. His eyes slid to you again; you'd already written half a page. When you looked up to meet his gaze, you mouthed a silent "What, flat ass?", which made him chuckle. Waving you off, he walked towards the door, his heart swelling with pride and love for you. Dazai never had much of a family, but he sure was happy that you wound up being his little sister.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd fluff #dazai osamu #bsd dazai #bsd headcanons #dazai bsd #dazai x reader #ada bsd #bsd kunikida #poor kunikida

[anthemof-gvf]

Naughty or Nice

Summary: It’s holiday season and your best friend is hosting a christmas sleepover! Oh, and her older brother will be there too ;).

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI!! oral (f!Recieving), f!ngering, unprotected sex, rough sex, dirty talk, choking, overstimulation, mentions of alcohol.

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Walking up the driveway to your best friends house, you were careful not to slip as your feet made contact with the icy pavement. A feeling of nostalgia overwhelmed you as you walked up the steps to the front porch, decorated in an array of colorful christmas lights.

Christmas music and conversation filled your ears as you knocked on the door. It only took a few seconds, but you knew Ronnie was coming by the sound of her bare feet hitting the ground. The door swung open and you were immediately engulfed in a big Ronnie bear hug.

“Y/n!” “Ronnie!”

Ronnie had been your best friend for as long as you could remember, and these sleepovers were something you did together annually. After moving away for college, you rarely spoke to Ronnie, so to say you were excited would be an understatement.

“It has been way too long, I was starting to think you forgot about me.”

She crossed her arms and gave you a sassy look. You couldnt help but laugh, always having adored her spunky personality.

“I’d never dream of it.”

You pulled her into another hug, unable to contain the excitement you were feeling, finally being reunited with your other half.

“Mhm, come on, the others are waiting.”

She grabbed you by your wrist and lead you inside. It looked and smelled exactly how you remembered it, and it warmed your heart.

Making your way to the kitchen, you were able to see a group of your old high school friends sitting around a table, entranced in their own little conversation.

“Guys, look who’s here!”

Ronnie announced. You exchanged a series of “hello’s”, “so good to see you’s”, and so on, before taking your respective seat next to Ronnie.

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Hours felt like minutes as you reminiced on your high school days with the girls. Angela, a friend of yours you’d known since 6th grade, was currently on the topic of her obsession with Jake.

Jake was one of Ronnie’s older brother’s and was totally gorgeous. You’d never admit it, but you’d secretly also had a crush on Jake during your adolecent years. How could you not? He was a rockstar babe, gorgeous brown hair and a smile that would make you melt on the spot.

Unfortunately for Angela and yourself, Jake always had a girlfriend. Not that you’d had a chance with him anyways. There was always this unspoken rule between Ronnie and her brother’s that each other’s friends were off limits, so you were forced to admire from the side.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by Ronnie’s gagging and wretching.

“If I have to hear one more thing about my brother I will throw up on all of you.”

You all laughed as she rolled her eyes and sipped at her empty budweiser.

“Y/n would you be a doll and get me another drink please?”

She bat her eyelashes at you and pouted.

“Why me?” You retaliated, crossing your arms.

“Because you love me, and this is basically your second home so it makes more sense for you to do it.”

You pretended to ponder, already set on doing it for her. You finally agreed, earning a slobbery wet kiss to the cheek.

“Thank you! Love you! You’re the best!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” You rolled your eyes at her playfully as you got up out of your seat and made your way to the garage, where the alcohol was stored.

Approaching the garage door, you could hear the soft melody of a guitar playing from the inside and you stopped dead in your tracks. ‘I didn’t know he was here.’ You thought to yourself.

You stood outside the door like a deer in the headlights. You considered turning around and telling Ronnie they were all out of beer, and you almost did until the sound of a raspy laugh interrupted your contemplating.

“Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna come in?”

You wanted nothing more than to disappear. You’d been caught. Awkwardly opening the door, you made eye contact with him. Jake Kiszka. The Jake Kiszka you were just daydreaming about a few minutes prior.

“Hi Jake, uh sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

You mentally cringed at yourself for feeling like a teenage girl all over again, but he was gorgeous. Even more so than before. He’d grown his hair out, so it reached his collarbones, and the shirt he was wearing left a good portion of his chest exposed. He looked older, he looked good, and you were practically drooling at the sight of him.

“Ronnie didn’t tell me you were coming.”

He wasn’t looking at you, but you knew he was talking to you because there was no one else in the room.

“Hm thats weird.” You responded as you made your way to the fridge.

You didn’t know how to act around him, and it was apparent in the way that your hands trembled while holding the fridge door open. He was staring at you, you could feel him.

You found the pack of budweisers resting on the bottom shelf and you bent down to retrieve them, arching your back ever so slightly. You stood up slowly and turned back around to face him, a smug look plastered on his face.

The way his eyes scanned every inch of your body sent shivers down your spine. He’d never looked at you like that before and you didn’t know how to proceed. You felt the need to say something, anything.

“So uh, how are things with Hannah?”

Stupid question. You wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. He watched you with a look you’d never seen before, and opened his mouth to speak.

“We broke up.”

The bluntness of his voice was like a strong gust of wind. You felt like a mouse in a snake cage with the way he was looking at you.

“I’m sorry”

You genuinely were. As much as you envied the girl, and spent hours on end daydreaming about being in her position, Jake seemed to really love her, and you could imagine the split having some sort of affect on him.

“I’m not, she was a bitch”

He shrugged and placed his guitar next to him on the couch. He stood up and began to approach you. You could practically see your heart beating out of your chest as he got closer. He made eye contact with you as he began to reach behind you to open the door.

“After you.”

He motioned for you to exit and you did, him following close behind. You made your way back to the house and he followed you, the only thing breaking the silence was the sound of feet hitting the snow that rested on the ground.

The door to get back into the house was a glass sliding door that liked to get stuck sometimes. Praying that this time would be different, you slipped your fingers into the handle and gently tugged. Your prayers went unanswered and the door didnt budge. You continued to tug in hopes of it giving in but it just wouldnt.

“Here let me help-“

Jake placed one of his calloused hands over yours and the other on the glass. You were boxed into him and your breath got caught in your throat. You tried not to think about how close he was as you continued to pull at the door, but the feeling of his breath on the back of your neck made it difficult.

He had to press up against you to get the door open, and you made your way inside with flushed cheeks and a burning sensation between your thighs. Walking back to the kitchen, you tried your best to compose yourself as the group of girls looked at you.

“Took you long enough” Ronnie complained as she took the pack of beers from your hands. She gave you a weird look as Jake entered from behind you. You averted your gaze, careful not to look at either Kiszka while the other girls giggled and whispered amongst themselves.

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You hadn’t seen Jake for the remainder of the night, and you honestly didnt want to. That didn’t stop you from thinking about the interaction you’d had with him though.

Laying on the floor of Ronnie’s bedroom, you found yourself unable to sleep. The room was filled with the sound of soft snores and shuffling around, but that wasn’t what was keeping you up.

Giving up on trying to sleep, you quietly got up from where you were laying and went to the kitchen, hoping a drink of water could calm your racing mind.

As you faced the sink, allowing yourself to ease into the feeling of the cool water rushing down your throat, you caught something in the corner of your eye. You turned to see Jake rummaging through the fridge for something and you jumped, sending yourself into a choking mess.

He watched and laughed at you as you tried to recollect yourself and you flipped him off in the process.

“Jesus Jake you scared the shit out of me”

You managed to get out in between coughs. He mumbled a quick apology, still smirking at you as he pulled a slice of cold pizza out from the fridge. He leaned against the counter next to the fridge, wearing nothing but sweatpants that hung low on his waist.

“What’re you doing up?” He questioned, taking a bite of his cold pizza.

“Couldn’t sleep, you?” You lifted yourself onto the counter opposite of him. Little did he know he was the reason sleep refused to come to you.

“Couldn’t sleep either.” He shrugged, chewing the last of his food before swallowing. You couldn’t help but stare at the way his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. He laughed, and you realized you’d been caught yet again. You laughed too, you mustve looked so ridiculous fawning over him like that.

“You’re cute, you know that?”

You started blushing profusedly. The boy you’ve wanted since you were a little girl just called you cute. You were internally screaming.

“I must be if it’s coming from you.”

You weren’t sure where your sudden confidence came from, but the near incoherent hum that escaped his lips let you know that he liked it. He approached you, placing his hands on either side of the counter where you were sitting.

You made eye contact with him, and he held it, a smirk threatening to form on his lips. He let his eyes flicker to yours, but only for a moment before looking back up. You couldn’t tell if you were dreaming, but if you were, you never wanted to wake up.

You don’t know who made the first move but before you knew it his lips were on yours. The kiss started slow and hesitant. This was new territory for the both of you and it was dangerous. You let your arms rest on his bare shoulders while his wrapped around your waist.

You deepened the kiss, parting your lips for him to enter. He wasted no time in exploring your mouth with his tongue, grunting into the kiss. He slid his hands up and down your thighs a few times before taking hold of your hips and pulling you into him.

Your bodies were flush against each other and you could feel his growing erection against your clothed core. You wrapped your legs around him, wanting to feel more of him, and he practically moaned. He pulled away from you, and struggled to catch his breath before he spoke.

“Fuck y/n, you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that”

His confession made you smile and you pressed your forehead against his, running your hands through his hair. He pecked your lips roughly before moving down to your jaw, and then your neck, making you moan softly.

“I need you Jakey.”

He moaned into your neck. It was as if he’d never heard anything so beautiful before. He swooped you up off of the counter and carried you up the stairs to his bedroom.

He quietly shut the door with his foot before placing you down gently onto his bed, climbing on top of you and caging you in between his arms, returning to his spot on your neck.

You were growing needier by the minute, and he was taking too long. You arched your back into him and moaned out of frustration.

“Needy are we?” He teased, as he placed wet kisses down your neck.

He toyed with the hem of your shirt and began to lift it before looking up at you, silently asking for permission. You nodded slightly, and he wasted no more time in yanking your shirt off and tossing it somewhere behind him.

He paused when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra, and if he’d allowed himself to stay frozen like that for one more second, you wouldve grown self concious. He didn’t though and instead dove down to explore the newly exposed skin.

He started lapping at your left nipple while using his calloused fingers to pinch and rub at the right one. As good as it felt, you needed him, and you couldnt wait much longer.

“Jakey please.” The desperation in your voice was pathetic, and under any other circumstance you’d be embarrassed. Tonight you didnt care though, you wanted him, and you wanted him badly.

“Tell me what you want baby, what do you want me to do?”

You could listen to him call you ‘baby’ forever. You whined as he continued to leave open mouthed kisses down your body, stopping at the waistband of your shorts.

“I- fuck Jake, just touch me, please.” You choked on your words. You were about to cry and he was starting to feel bad for you.

He pulled your shorts down to your ankles along with your underwear and groaned at the sight of your soaked pussy.

“Fuck y/n, you’re dripping.” He was in awe at the sight of you. Fully naked and soaked, sprawled out over his bed, eagerly waiting for him.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good baby. Gonna make you cum so hard you’ll forget your own name. You want that pretty girl?”

He began rubbing small circles over your clit and you cried out, finally getting some sort of friction.

“Answer me y/n. Is that what you want?” His motions started to slow and you began to panic, gripping his wrist to keep him there.

“Yes, Yes! Fuck yes Jake I want that, just please dont stop.”

He hummed, satisfied with your answer. He began running his middle and ring finger through your folds, collecting some of your wetness before sliding them into your entrance.

He pumped them in and out of you, gradually picking up the pace with every thrust as he placed gentle kisses over your swollen clit. You moaned softly trying your hardest not to wake your friends, who were completely unaware of what was going on.

He began sucking and licking at your clit while he quickly pumped his fingers in and out of you. It became harder and harder to control your moans as he quickened his pace. It didnt take long for a familiar knot to form in the pit of your stomach.

“Jake i-“

“I know baby, I know. Be a good girl and stay quiet for me yeah?” He cut you off before you could finish, and started pumping his fingers into you even faster than before. You had to cover your mouth with your hand to silence the ungodly sounds that were escaping you.

Your legs began to shake and you threw your head back as the long awaited orgasm washed over you. You expected him to slow down, or stop, but he didnt. He maintained his same pace and lapped at your clit more aggressively than he was before.

You started to squirm under him, and couldn’t hold back the loud moan that escaped you as he sent you immediately into your second orgasm.

He lifted his face up to look at you, his chin glisening in your release. He had a cocky smirk plastered across his face as he licked his lips.

“Sorry baby couldn’t help myself. You just taste so sweet, taste yourself.”

He removed his fingers from your throbbing pussy and placed them into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around his fingers, humming as the taste of your release hit your tastebuds.

He let out a shaky breath and chuckled. “Naughty girl, enjoying the taste of her own release.” He pulled his fingers from your mouth and put them into his own, sucking the mixture of your release and your saliva off of his fingers.

He kissed you roughly, his erection rubbing against the side of your thigh. You reached down and began to palm him through his sweats, causing him to moan into the kiss.

He was painfully hard and you wanted nothing more than to feel him inside you. You tugged at the waistband of his pants, signaling you wanted them off. He slid them down to his ankles, cock springing free and resting against his lower stomach. It was thick, tip swollen and leaking pre-cum.

He pumped himself a few times, then aligned himself with your entrance, running himself through your folds a few times.

“Are you sure you want this?”

You thought it was cute that he constantly asked for consent, even after he’d already been in you. You nodded, but it wasn’t enough.

“Words baby girl.”

‘Fuck, could he get any hotter?’ You thought to yourself.

“Yes Jakey, please”

That was all he needed to hear, and he began pushing himself into you. It stung a little, and you winced. He haulted immediately and searched your eyes for any indication that you wanted to stop, but there was none.

Once he was all the way in, he slowly thrusted in and out of you, allowing you to adjust to him before picking up the pace. You moaned silently, never taking your eyes off of him. Strands of hair were stuck to his forehead and he was flushed a bright red.

He pounded into you suddenly and roughly, causing you to let out a high pitched yelp. His hand immediately flew to cover your mouth, eyes wide and body stiff.

“I thought I told you to be quiet.” He was pissed, you were in for it now. He removed his hand from your mouth and wrapped it tightly around your throat. He started pounding into you rough and fast, using his free hand to rub vicious circles around your clit.

The sensation was too much, and if it werent for his hand wrapped around your throat youd’ve woken everyone in the house. You started to cry from overstimulation and you were becoming lightheaded due to the restriction of air.

“Aw is it too much for you? Shouldve thought of that before you tried to get us caught you little slut.”

His change in demeanor was unexpected to you. You’d never seen Jake so mean before, and you certainly didnt expect to like it as much as you did.

Your third orgasm came crashing into you like a wave from the north sea. Your vision went blurry and your brain forgot how to function, you’ve never came so hard in your life. You squeezed around him hard and his rhythm began to faulter, signaling his own approach.

“Fuck y/n, i’m close. Where do you want it?”

He was panting heavily, face scrunched and fully concentrated.

“Inside.” Was all you managed to get out, still coming down from your high.

Within seconds he was filling you up with his warm release, collapsing on top of you. You both were panting heavily, sweaty and high on sex. You ran your hands through his messy hair as he caressed your side.

It hit you then, you just fucked your best friends brother. Your childhood crush that you could’ve sworn you had no chance with, was laying on top of you with his cock still burried inbetween your legs.

Wet kisses on your collarbone pulled you out of your thoughts and you looked down at him. He was already staring up at you with a smirk on his face.

“What’re you thinking about?” He looked into your eyes, genuinely curious.

“You.” You brushed a strand of hair away from his face and he kissed your hand.

“What about me?”

The look in his eyes gave you the sense that he knew, but you decided to humor him anyways.

“Just that i’ve spent a good portion of my life convincing myself I’d never have a chance with you, but here you are.”

“Here I am, and i’m not going anywhere.” He smiled and kissed you, a silent reciprocation of feelings.

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The ray of sun shining across your face pulled you out of your sleep. You were still in Jake’s arms, and you looked up to see the peaceful boy still asleep. You’d gone another round after your confession, though it was much gentler the second time. To say you were sore was an understatement as you slipped out of his bed and gathered your clothes off of the floor.

You struggled but managed to get your clothes on and snuck out of his room. Tiptoeing your way down the stairs, you quietly opened the door to Ronnie’s bedroom.

You slipped into the covers of the bed you were supposed to stay the night in and let out a relieved sigh, no one knew a thing.

You heard the sound of shuffling coming from Ronnie’s bed and you shut your eyes, pretending to be asleep. The movement continued for only a moment and then it stopped. Pure silence took over the room.

“Whore.”

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A/N: Hey guys! This was my first fanfic ever, so i’m sorry if it sucks. I actually had so much fun writing this even though it’s my first smut so it’s probably bad. I love feedback so feel free to tell me anything I can change or do in the future :)) xoxo

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[sheeple]

Miracles don't exist | 6: Christmas is in the air

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): Nasty Ron / Soft Theodore [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

As you put the books you no longer need back onto their respective shelves, you feel a presence behind you. A silent groan escapes your lips as you turn around annoyed.

The yule ball is coming up and ─ after some awkward dancing lessons from Snape ─ everybody is hyperfocused on finding a date. Because Merlin forbids you turn up alone.

Draco has a shit-eating grin on his face as he leans against a bookshelf. "Guess who I just asked and said yes." 

You give him a glare, not caring about this subject at all. "Parkinson?"

"How did you know?", he asks bewildered. 

With a roll of your eyes, you turn towards him, "oh please, that girl has been giving you heart eyes since day one. If she didn't say yes, she'd be hexed."

Making your way back to your secluded corner of the library, you slump down into your chair and continue with the essay for potions. Draco, annoyingly, follows after you, taking place in the chair next to you. "I bet you also got a date." 

You scoff, "who the hell would ask me?"

"Uhm, many boys would? You're good-looking", he states like it's obvious.

"I want someone to take me because they like me, not because they think I am pretty." Your whispers get harsher with each word, and you feel Madam Pince gloom behind a shelf.

Draco huffs. "Like who? One of those Durmstrang blokes that you always seem to hang out with? What's his name, Gollum?"

"It's Gjol, thank you very much. And no." You feel your cheeks head up for no particular reason.

"You can't be serious. Are you seriously wanting that big dumb hunk to ask you out? Pathetic." Draco huffs. He leans back and slumps in the chair.

Slamming your book shut, you hastily pack your bag. "I am not going to be dealing with your temper tantrum, Malfoy." 

Hightailing out of the library, you ignore Madam Pince's scoldings and walk until you can't anymore. Your socks are wet as you stand to your ankles deep in snow. You run a frustrated hand over your face. 

Why can't you just be left alone? Why do all these people want something of you? Your mother is in Azkaban and your father is dead, what more would people want? You're literally a child.

"Are you okay?", someone asks while they lay a hand on your shoulder.

Not noticing Theodore followed after you when he saw you leaving the library in a hurry, you yell and with one easy swoop throw him over your shoulder.

Theodore groans as he lands on his back and snow soaks through his cloak. You gasp and slap a hand over your mouth. "Theodore! I am so sorry!"

You help the brown-haired boy up, brushing the snow off his shoulders. He holds his shoulder, rubbing the sore spot he landed on. "Where did you learn that?", he chuckles.

With an awkward chuckle of your own, you scratch behind your ear. "In the summer, I snuck off every Wednesday night to go to self-defence classes in the muggle village a couple miles away. I didn't feel safe at home anymore, and since we can't use our wands outside school grounds..."

Theodore's smile falls and his eyes fill with concern. "(Y/n)..."

"It's okay! Really! You know how it is. Doesn't matter. Why did you follow me in the first place?" You shake your head, trying to switch the subject.

Theodore's frown doesn't falter completely, but it gets replaced by something more nervous. "Well... I heard you talking- I was wondering─", the boy runs a frustrated hand through his hair, "do you want to go to the Yule Ball with me? As in a date, that is..."

You are speechless, looking rather sheepish at the boy. "Is this because of what happened over the summer? Please, don't feel obliged, Theodore."

"I am one hundred per cent genuine, (Y/n). One dance, that's all I ask. After that I'm content."

"One dance?", you question, still a bit unsure.

"One dance", he confirms. 

What harm can one dance do? "Okay, yeah I'll go with you."

A bright smile grows on Theodore's face. "Great. Thank you. See you in class?"

You wave as you watch him leave, and a deep breath leaves your lips in puffs of clouds. One dance can't do harm. But you don't have a dress... You told Aunt Cissy that it wasn't necessary to send one because you weren't going. But now that you have a date it's too late to send an owl home to ask for a dress.

Just as your eyes scan around the grounds, you spot a familiar trio going down to Hargit's hut. You can't believe you're doing this, but you know no other girl ─ or person at that ─ who would go dress shopping with you.

"Hermione wait up!"

While Hermione cruises the dresses at Gladrags Wizardwear, you are in the dressing room trying on all different kinds of dresses. It's a wonder she agreed to go with you, but after an encouraging nod from Harry, she agreed ─ reluctantly.

"So... who's your date actually?", she asks, pushing another dress into the fitting room.

You suck in a breath. "Theodore."

"Nott?!"

You slide open the thick velvet curtain, revealing the emerald green dress. "Yeah... he asked me. I declined at first, but he said that he only wanted one dance. That wouldn't hurt. Right?" You turn towards the Gryffindor girl, who has her arms folded over each other. "This isn't it."

"Isn't that also the guy you're supposed to marry?", she asks while you're back in the dressing room and putting on the next dress. You give a hum of confirmation.

You peek your head out of the curtain to nod. "Yup", you pop the 'p', "but he said it had nothing to do with that. What colour is your dress, by the way."

"Pink. I heard that the theme is white and silver, so I wanted something that fitted nicely with the theme."

You hum again, looking at all your options. Among the many green and black dresses, a beautiful purple iridescent flowy dress that's enchanted so that it looks like the fabric moves on its own. With a bright smile, you swing the curtains away and twirl around. "I think this is the one."

Rapping on the window makes the both of you turn around and Gjol waves excitedly at you. He enters the shop and exclaims something in his native tongue as he takes you in. Bjarne, who followed after him, chuckles and replies something back.

"Aren't you a vision? Please don't tell me you have a date for the ball."

You look at him guilty. "I'm sorry, Theodore asked me."

Gjol tsk's, shaking his head disapprovingly. "Lucky, lucky guy. Then promise me a dance."

A giggle escapes your lips as you look at Hermoine giddily. "Okay, I promise."

He excitedly kisses both of your heating-up cheeks before exiting the shop, tugging Bjarne after him and talking animatedly with his friend.

You clutch both of your cheeks, turning to Hermoine, "are all Durmstrang boys like that."

She comes close and giggles. "Yeah...", she sighs dreamily, "Victor and I- we don't really talk when we're together."

You smile brightly towards Hermione. A pang of sadness goes through your body. Even though you know it is for the best to stay away from people who aren't in your immediate circle, you miss this. Just a girlfriend to go shopping and do girly things with.

Pulling yourself away from her, you walk back towards the fitting room. "I'll get changed so I can pay and you can get back to your friends." You turn your head towards her, looking over your shoulder. "Thank you for coming with me, Hermione. You don't know how much it means to me."

You anxiously flatten any wrinkles from your dress as you walk up the stairs. Theodore came knocking at your door a while ago, asking if you were ready. But you told him to just wait for you before the Great Hall, that you were almost finished.

Daphne helped to put some stars in your hair, further adding to the ethereal look you were giving. At least, that's what she said. At first, you thought it was too much, way too formal for a school party. But Daphne, again the angel that she is, reassured you that it was the Yule Ball, for Merlin's sake!

You walk up the steps and see Theodore talking with Draco and Blaise, and when one of them points towards you. When you see the look in Theodore's eyes, you are glad you didn't chicken out. 

He looks like a fish searching for food with his mouth wide open, gaping at you. Blaise whistles as he stuffs his hands in the pockets of his robes.

"I like your dress robes", you say softly, feeling overwhelmed by all the stares of the people around you. They're nothing special, just black robes with a black blouse underneath and a black tie.

Finding his voice again, Theodore takes your hand and makes you spin. "Don't you just look absolutely divine? Like a Goddess descended from the heavens, gracing us humble peasants with her presence."

You feel your face heat up at his compliments and hand your face in your free hand, turning away from him to calm down your smile. Which person wouldn't like to be called so beautiful that he says you look like a Goddess?

Theodore holds out his arm and you wrap your hands around his bicep, letting him lead you into the Great Hall.

You never expected to have such fun with Theodore. He excitedly twirls you around, dipping you, and lifting you up to the music. One dance becomes two ─ with an intermission dance with Gjol ─ and before you know it, you've danced and partied hours with Theodore.

When Theodore has gone to grab the both of you drinks, you spot Harry and Ron and their dates sitting at one of the tables looking quite miserable. 

"Shouldn't you be dancing?", you ask with a smile, your hands clasped behind your back.

Both boys turn towards you, one with a smile and the other annoyed. Harry shoots from his stool, straightening out his robes. He stutters out your name, "yo-you look very pretty."

You giggle, looking down. "Thank you, Harry. You look quite handsome yourself. The both of you." You smile at Ron, which sends him off.

"Shut your filthy Death Eater mouth, Black."

Theodore appears out of nowhere with his wand drawn and pointed at Ron. "Say that again, blood traitor, and I'll hex you into tomorrow." A dark, and murderous glint is in his eyes as Theodore's knuckles turn white from how hard he is gripping his wand.

Gasping, you turn around and push against his chest. "Theo! Don't!" 

He glances down at you and when he sees the concerned look in your eyes, he drops his wand to his side, but not pocketing it. You grab his arm and pull him away, out of the Great Hall.

"Where are we going?", he asks as you lead him up a pair of stairs instead of to the dungeons. 

You answer with a small smile, "you'll see."

After climbing some stairs and unlocking some doors, you end up on a secluded rooftop with plants and benches around. You pull him towards the bench farthest away from the door and let yourself drop down on the stone bench.

Theodore follows your lead and looks out onto the valley that surrounds Hogwarts. Suddenly, a bubbling laugh escapes him and you turn around to him with raised brows.

"You called me 'Theo'."

Heat shoots up to your cheeks and you turn back around, realising your obvious mistake. Instead, you deflect the topic. "You shouldn't threaten someone with hexing them."

Theodore rolls his eyes. "Come on, he was asking for it. Weasely called you a Death Eater!"

The name makes you flinch. Theodore drops his rigid posture and shuffles closer to you. "I'm sorry", he whispers, grabbing your hand.

You let him, dropping your head to his shoulder and enjoying the cold nipping at your skin. And before you know it, you've fallen asleep against Theodore's hot-like-a-furnace body.

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[letsunity]

With Thunder Comes Lightning

Summery: Peter and MJ tried again, but the spark wasn't there; they stay as friends to raise their soon-to-be daughter. Everything was going great until evil goop and a spooky vampire guy fall out of an orange portal. Little does Peter know that the biggest pain in his ass and future mutant best friend has landed right at his feet.

art by darknessdearm

Chapter 3 - Society

"That's it?" MJ questioned, confused by the broken sphere on her coffee table. "This is how a super sinister snot has been killing entire universes?"

"Essentially," Peter answered, equally unimpressed. "He'll be hopping from body to body now, trying to find this."

"Another question. Why can't he do what Venom and Eddie do?"

"It's like a compatibility thing. Symbiotes need a host that fits them. Klyntarus is so toxic that people melt and burn."

"Oh, so Miguel's compatible?"

"What?"

"You said that he doesn't burn when Klyntarus touches him. That means he's compatible, right?"

Oh, shit.

She's right. Of course, MJ was right; under all that glowing ruby hair was a brilliant brain that could detect things Peter couldn't.

That explains why Klyntarus is so obsessive, at least. The fact that his fellow spider wasn't a puppet meant that there was something more to it, though.

Whatever made Klyntarus so toxic and unstable must alter how he takes over people that are compatible with him. There's a lot that Peter doesn't know about him, although he's aware that the beast is vindictive.

Who taunts someone over the death of their child? That's horrific, especially when they're the killer.

"This is why you're the brains between us."

"Alright, we destroy whatever this is and hunt the goopy bastard down. Is that about right?"

"Pretty much. The sooner he's gone, the sooner we can focus on the little one," he smiled, unable to look away from her bulging stomach. "Don't worry yourself, MJ. We got this. We always come out on top."

That's what Peter wants to believe, anyway.

He can't do anything against such a monster. At most, he can be a distraction. How do you fight something that you can't hit?

Fighting alone wasn't going to work. They needed to talk to the others.

He doubted that the Avengers would be open to Miguel; he's already stolen from Stark. The X-Men, however, are more open-minded.

Wolverine would be an annoying bastard as always, but with help from Professor X, they can kill this bug.

"You can't stay here." Jesus, how is such a big guy so quiet? "He'll be coming for you. Staying here isn't safe."

Their guest had taken a morning shower. Annoyingly, he also decided not to put a shirt on afterwards. It was his choice, of course; it was better than no pants.

The problem was that he looked good.

Without the bandages, burns and blood, he looked good. Great, broad shoulders with detailed muscle. His arms were thick, and his waist surprisingly slender.

Peter could see the V line of his hips disappearing into his pants.

His hair was still wet from the shower, making those dark brown locks frame his face perfectly. Those cheekbones could cut through paper. Beautiful red eyes, the same he regretfully punched at, didn't look nearly as menacing on him.

The scars, though...

They were so deep, long, ragged and twisted. Many of them stretched with age. What disturbed Peter the most were the clinical, surgical scars. Although it was probably from surgery due to being Spiderman - it's an injury-prone job - something told Peter there was more to it.

"About that. I was thinking - shock and horror, I know - we should go to the X-Men for some help."

"They won't be as helpful as you think."

"I mean, it's better than the two of us."

"They'll all go after him, Peter, and they'll all die. He'll hop from their bodies, trying to find the most stable and abuse their powers. I've seen what happens when Xavier loses control over his power - it's not pretty."

The idea of that was terrifying.

"What haven't you seen?" MJ asked, which was a good question.

"I haven't been to the universe where everybody is a zombie, so I technically haven't seen that."

"I wanna see that."

"No, MJ, you're not going to the super dangerous zombie universe," Peter sighed, wishing Miguel hadn't mentioned that.

"Don't be a buzzkill!"

The smartest of them wanted to go to zombie land. They're doomed.

"That entire universe is on lockdown; nobody can go to it."

That sentence confused him. What did he mean by that?

Quickly, the other spider regretted saying that.

MJ looked to Peter, seeking answers that he didn't have.

"Are there others with you?" she asked.

"I'm not talking about that," Miguel shot down, silently sinking away in the corridor.

Peter's not going to let him slither out of this.

"Miguel, do you have like a team or something? Is that what Klyntarus meant by "no backup"?" Peter pressed, but it only made the other spider close up more. "If there's help, we should ask for it."

MJ couldn't move quickly, but she wanted to know what happened.

He would get answers.

Peter followed. If he decided to leave the house, Peter might be unable to follow. Annoyingly, his fellow spider is adept at disappearing without a sound. It's a little creepy how little sound he made when he moved.

He heard the window open, and Peter shot his web, sticking Miguel's hand to the wall.

"¡Ay, coño!" he hissed, glaring at Peter. "Could you not web me?" the other spider growled, scratching the webbing away.

"You're not going to run. We're in this together, big guy. We're going to be open and communicate - alright?"

Miguel growled again, his fangs peaking. They do things that they shouldn't to Peter - did he have a vampire thing? That's awkwardly unhelpful and sudden.

His new friend was pacing, distressed and irritated. He sounded like an upset dog.

Peter crossed his arms, waiting.

They will talk about it, and Peter will chase him if he has to.

"You didn't mention that there are others," Peter stated, less than amused.

"You weren't supposed to know. That's obvious."

"Well, why?"

"That's not a rabbit hole you want to go down, Parker."

"A super evil snot killed my friends and nearly buried me alive. I'm down the hole already. I'm deep underground and tanning in the planet's core!"

Part of him felt bad for pushing his friend like this, given how malicious Klyntarus was, but it was necessary. They needed help, and badly.

If they can get any assistance, they need to take it.

"You're not going to like it."

"Oh, right, because the past two days have been joyous and sunshine and rainbows. Can't you see how happy I am? I'm glowing! I cracked my back; I'm shining like a glow stick," Peter huffed, hands on his waist.

He's getting more self-conscious over his weight for some reason. It's already something he hates about himself, but compared to Miguel, he appeared obese.

"Alright. Fine."

"Great."

"You're contaminated."

"And immediately, you've lost me."

"Earth-1610B. You and four others were pulled into that dimension. The Spiderman of that universe died and was replaced. I made my first autonomous universe jump a few hours afterwards. That entire universe is in quarantine now."

He's completely lost.

Miguel knew who Peter was the whole time. He's always known. He knew about the others, too.

"Alright, why's it in quarantine? Is Miles alright?"

"Miles is why it's in quarantine. The spider that bit him was never supposed to - it belonged to another universe now lacking a Spiderman. As soon as Miles got bit, that universe became unstable. Holes were torn in the multiverse, and people are falling through - we call them anomalies, and our job is to put them back where they belong. Miles is designated as the original anomaly."

"That's a whole lot of information."

"I said it's a rabbit hole!"

"There's a rabbit hole, and then there's an entire tunnel system. I mean, it's not Miles' fault that he got bit! It was those Alchemex idiots. He shouldn't be treated as some "anomaly" for that!"

"That's not the only reason. It's also because he might be... compatible."

"What? Compatible with what?"

Peter already knew the answer, but he didn't want it. Not the kid.

Miles was a good kid. He didn't deserve that level of burden on his shoulders. He's just a kid!

"If Klyntarus realises that there's someone else he can use, someone that can't fight him off, the kid won't stand a chance. He'll already know about the situation with you and the others. We... deliberately avoided you so he wouldn't catch on. All of your universes have been quarantined unless there's an anomaly."

"And the goop himself became an anomaly in my universe."

"I grabbed him as he tried to escape through one of the holes Earth-1610B tore. He's been much harder to track because of those holes. He's a slippery bastard."

"Your watch thingy is broken; you can't call anybody, but you were alone when you came through."

"I've been putting together a Spider Society - they voted on the name; I think it's stupid. Spiders from different universes support each other and provide help if Klyntarus or another anomaly shows up. And I came alone because... I wasn't going to repeat a mistake."

Miguel pressed his back against the wall and slid down, sitting awkwardly.

It felt like an interrogation, but Peter didn't mean that. He wanted answers about this utter clusterfuck.

How is he supposed to feel?

None of this is Miles' fault, of course. It's not fair. While he didn't know about the spider, it's still not Miles' fault. He hated that Miles had to be alone because of that vicious slime.

If it weren't for Klyntarus, so much would've never happened.

The idea of a spider society sounded incredible, and Peter wanted to dive headfirst into it. He hadn't been allowed to because of something nobody could've foreseen or controlled.

Except for Kingpin, obviously; that's his fault.

Peter sat beside the younger spider, feeling bad since it visibly weighed on him.

"I'm going to guess that you weren't alone last time," Peter said, keeping his tone soft and non-accusatory.

"It was early on. There wasn't a lot of us, only a small team. Ten spiders, including me. They all died," Miguel sighed, sounding a little detached, possibly a sign of disassociation. "I decided to bring them, and ten universes suffered; I wasn't going to let that happen again."

How many people has he lost to that evil slime? The stress of enduring all of that must be horrible.

How much has Klyntarus taken from him? All because he was compatible?

Peter couldn't imagine how lonely that was.

"You went after him on your own?"

It's not a question, though his voice made it sound like that. It didn't feel right for this to be happening. How can someone be carrying all of this on his shoulders alone?

That's how it is as a lone Spiderman, though. You're all alone, lost in a sea of web and tragedy.

The mere concept of a Spider Society was almost a glimmer of hope. It gave them a chance at community, to be with others like them. People that understood the burden that they carry.

"That's how it always is and how it should be. When people try to "help" me, they die, Parker. You and MJ are in danger now, and that'll never go away; he'll always wait to break you, no matter how far you think you are. And that's because I failed. Again."

Depression is a bitch to live with. It's a physical piece of you that doesn't go away, only going briefly dormant.

Peter spent a while dealing with it alone. He was isolated, depressed, miserable and tired of everything. Meeting Miles kicked him up the butt and made him feel alive again.

At least he had somebody.

"You don't want anyone to help because they'll die."

"They always do. I failed to kill him, and now all of you are in danger."

"You never intended on surviving that bomb."

"If it means killing him, I don't care."

Peter is picking up PTSD, depression and possible suicidal ideation. That's not great.

It's possible that Peter could repay what Miles did for him. Help somebody, offer a hand while they're drowning in nothingness.

His friend was alone, and Peter knew how suffocating that could be.

"I care."

"You shouldn't."

"Too bad, kid."

"Don't you dare start the age card with me!"

"My knees pop like bubble wrap. I earned my age card."

"If you call me a kid, I'll call you old man."

"Sounds like a deal."

"No!"

The mood was lightened; the true power of Spiderman!

"I'm already fat. Being called old is sprinkles on the ice cream."

"Estás obsesionado con la comida."

"It would've been great if I paid attention to Spanish in college."

He was busy falling asleep in class and swinging everywhere at night.

"At least you got to go to one."

"Motherfucker, you built a watch that takes you to other dimensions but never went to college?"

"Didn't go to any school. My "father" kept me locked in a basement for my childhood."

That explained a lot.

Everything about this guy was just miserable. His universe sucked.

"Fuck that guy."

"Yeah. Was it any good? College."

"Honestly? Waste of time."

"Good to know I didn't miss anything."

MJ opened the door, probably having been listening to them.

She came in and awkwardly shuffled beside Peter, laying her head against his shoulder.

They're in a messed-up situation. Somehow, they'll stop interdimensional splooge with as few casualties as possible. It sounded much easier than it was.

That sludge was infecting people, jumping like a virus to survive. They need to find him and burn him.

Also, they need to fix Miguel's funky watch. Despite his reservations, they need help.

"I shouldn't have sat down," MJ huffed, regretting her choice. "Can you boys help me?"

"Yeah, I'll carry you," Peter sighed, emotionally drained. "Don't stress yourself, MJ. We got this. Don't we, buddy?"

"You're overly optimistic."

"And you're a negative Nancy."

"My name isn't Nancy."

"It's a saying, dude."

"If it's because of the alliteration, it's a stupid saying."

"Both of you shove it before I take off my slippers," MJ chastised, annoyed.

MJ's the boss of the trio, as well as the mini-MJ.

Honestly, Peter wasn't confident about anything. He felt useless, regardless of his endeavour to help.

She wasn't safe in this house anymore, and that hurt. What father couldn't protect the mother of his child?

"We need to get you somewhere secure," Peter said, wrapping his arm around her. "It's gonna be dicey for a bit."

"We'll find something. I've got faith in you."

At least he has that.

#ao3 refugee #across the spider verse #atsv #miguel o'hara #peter b parker #peter b parker x miguel o'hara #spiderdads #bestie goals mj #oscar isaac is miguel o'hara #with thunder comes lightning #plague of the spiderverse series

[sstan-hoe]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒑

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — lloyd hansen x fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — you have to go on a work trip and leave Lloyd alone with your cat; Aramis

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — none! this is pure fluff, I do hope I did right here because on one hand I wanted everything to go on chaos but they're just so cute 😍

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — @georgiapeach30513, reblog and comment! follow @sstanhoe-updates to get notifications everytime I post!!!! from this universe

"Lloyd, it's only for a few days, I'll be back on Thursday!" You told him with an eye roll. Lloyd was behind you not being in the best mood while you packed a suitcase.

"But you can't leave me alone with that little shi–" "ah! What did I tell you about calling him names?" Lloyd was mad at you for going on a trip without him – which wasn't the problem – and he had to watch your cat Aramis. The cat he bought for you.

"Sunshine, why can't I go with you?" You already told him a hundred times why.

"Someone has to watch Aramis and I can't take you on a work trip with me," you stated, "and it's a great chance to work on your bond with him!"

Lloyd huffed, he didn't need to work on his bond with the cat. His eyes drifted to the orange fur ball who sat on the kitchen aisle. Aramis tilted his head at Lloyd before hopping down from the platform.

He elegantly walked over to you nudging his head against your leg, "aww I know baby. I won’t be gone for too long and you've got Lloyd to keep you company!"

Aramis' head turned to look up at Lloyd and then back to you as if to say 'are you serious?'. You giggled and shook your head. You got up on your tiptoes and pressed your lips to Lloyd's, "I love you and I made you a list with things you have to do while I'm gone – for Aramis. I know you know how to do laundry and clean a kitchen or bathroom."

You knelt down to Aramis, scratching his head, "I'm going to miss you so much, baby! But I will be back in three days and then we will cuddle and play, sleep whatever you like!" You kissed his head and gave him a light squeeze before scratching his throat – something he absolutely loved – one more time.

Lloyd helped you get your bag to the car even though it wasn't necessary.

With one last kiss, Lloyd watched you get in the car and drive away. He sighed before going back inside not thrilled to spend his time with Aramis.

The cat sat on his scratching tree, his eyes watching Lloyd's every move.

Lloyd went to the kitchen to read the list you have him. "I have to clean your toilet? Feed you every morning and night only dry, every two days wet. She's not even gone that long! Pet him…of course, clean the sleep from his eyes…what the hell? What sleep?"

He looked over to Aramis who lifted his paw and licked it, cleaning his left eye. Lloyd noticed a little brown thing in Aramis' eyes at the corner.

Taking a tissue he walked over to the Maine Coon. Gently He tried to remove the sleep but Aramis laid his paw on top of his hand. Lloyd never realized how big the caramel-coloured paws were or how big he actually was. And he was only two, Maine Coon's grew until they were four.

"I know you might not like it but mama said I have to." You made it a habit calling him daddy in front of Aramis as if he was his dad – which he kinda was – while you had already called him that in bed.

You also forced him to call you mama in front of him. Long story short; Lloyd didn't like it but you told him it was practice for your future child, which caused him to buckle in.

"She can be so lucky I love her, what I do for her! I mean look at me watching after you." Lloyd shook his head, eyes drifting over to Aramis who laid down on the scratching tree closing his eyes. "Oh, come on, don't ignore me! I cleaned your eyes for you, I didn’t have to do that." Aramis lifted his head in response and blinked at him, Lloyd scoffed and went back to the list.

"Change the water regularly," it was marked red, "play with him," and in all capitals, "interact with him."

He wondered what that was supposed to mean, like talk to him? If yes then he did that already, then he saw the examples beneath, playing with him, talking with him, watching his favorite Show with him – the big bang theory –, give him treats, cuddle with him. All sorts of these things.

Aramis meanwhile cleaned his caramel-coloured fur and even if Lloyd would beg to differ, Aramis liked him and enjoyed his presence. The assassin was always calm around you, a whole different person and the beautiful feline could see he needed you as well as listened to you which Aramis took as advantage.

"Okay, fine. I'm gonna go and check your water, food and then get some work done not that you'd care," Lloyd told the cat, for the fact that he found it weird to talk to him or like him, Lloyd talked rather often with him in the past ten minutes.

After checking the water and food, Lloyd took his computer to sit down on the couch. He started watching TV while he worked through reports, checked the financial status and more.

The cat however sat there and watched him as he typed on the keyboard as the TV turned to the big bang theory. Lloyd didn't even notice it, too deep in his work. Aramis jumped from the scratching tree and elegantly walked over to the couch, setting his paws on the furniture he pushed himself up with his back paws.

While Lloyd only registered as Aramis sitting down anywhere the cat had other things in mind. Strutting over to said man Aramis sat himself on his lap and half on the computer causing Lloyd to groan loudly in annoyance.

"Really, damn it I was working!" gently he tried to move the orange cat to the side but he would budge, "you're like your mama ya know? Can't fight ya," with that he just sat there and unwillingly patted the pet on his lap/computer.

Later that day Lloyd had given Aramis new water and feed as well as cleaned the litter box. Now he was happy to just lay in bed and either fall asleep or watch a show or movie.

Feeling lonely Aramis followed Lloyd into the bathroom where the man brushed his teeth and went to the toilet, just as he sat down he noticed the cat in the door frame.

"Ever heard of privacy?" Aramis tilted his head and blinked at him before lifting his paw to open the door further, "yeah got it," he muttered and finished all while Aramis watched him. After everything was done Lloyd finally got to the bed which felt too empty for his liking and that was when an caramel-coloured fur ball jumped up on the bed.

"You know I had more your mama's company in mind…," he trailed off as the feline cuddled himself against Lloyd's legs.

As if on cue his phone started ringing, your name popped up and the invitation to video chat. With a big smile your boyfriend answered, "hey there sunshine," "how are my two handsome boys?" you immediately asked with the same smile.

"Good, yeah, good. We watched big bang theory, I got some work done until he sat himself on my computer and then made him food and put new water in, then he watched me pee on the toilet and now we're just laying in bed." The news that the both of them went along with one another made butterflies erupt in your stomach.

You were nervous leaving the two of them alone but that all vanished as soon as you saw them both cuddling together in bed…and Lloyd had the audacity to say he didn't like him!

#my bitch lloyd 👀 #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x black reader #lloyd hansen x fem!reader #lloyd hansen x plus size reader #lloyd hansen imagine #lloyd hansen fanfiction #lloyd hansen fluff #lloyd hansen fic

[bibiwrld]

ANARCHY🎸⚡️| Hobie Brown

previous: –three.

–four.

THIRD PERSON POV

Hobie's lip ring grazed across Sasha's nipple, as he nipped at her small round breasts.

Sasha writhed underneath him, squeezing pillows and crying out so beautifully.

"Music to my fucking ears." Hobie's lips unclamped from her nipples. He pulled off his denim vest, revealing his tatted chest, nipple rings a belly ring.

Sasha's eyes were glued to him, unconsciously biting her bottom lip.

"See somethin' ya like, love?" A smug look on his face.

She slowly nodded and looked into his eyes.

Hobie grinned. "You're so honest." His head dipped into her neck, kissing and sucking on it.

His tongue ring tickled her sensitive neck.

"Hobie." She breathed out in pure ecstasy.

"Mmhmm." He hummed into her ear. His tongue traced the shape of it with his tongue, licking the lobe and biting down on it.

"Yes." She moaned out.

Hobie leaned up and kicked his boots off, then looked back at the damsel laying in front of him trying to catch her breath.

"Let's get rid of this, yeah?" He pulled the rest of her dress off, as he only pulled it down to her waist. He threw her dress somewhere and he admired her small and curvy figure. "Such a peng likkle ting."

Sasha had no idea what that meant, but she was too drunk to care.

He removed her shoes, then her bra, all that was left was her pink lace panties.

Hobie slowly ran his hand from the middle of her chest, to the waistband of her panties.

His hands were so big to her..hell, he was big in general.

She squirmed when a big slender finger dipped into her underwear. It toyed with her clit, her voice getting higher with pleasure.

Hobie was surprised by how loud she got, but he loved it. "That's what I love to hear." His finger went further down.

Sasha's eyes widened at the sudden action.

That big and slender finger rubbed up and down her slippery slit.

Hobie bit his bottom lip and stared at her. " 's so wet, love. You got this wet for me?"

She nodded vigorously. "Just for you."

He loved that. "Puttin' a finga in."

Sasha prepared herself, feeling the pressure, but it wasn't that bad.

"Oh my God, love, you're gonna tear it right off." Hobie moved his finger slowly. He loved how she clamped down on him.

"Oh fuck!"

Hobie used his elbow to balance himself as he leaned over to whisper into Sasha's ear."Yes, y-ya like that?"

"Y-yesss." She choked out.

Hobie smashed his lips onto hers, it was sloppier than the first one. Sasha moaned into his mouth, giving him the chance to slide his tongue in.

Hobie loved the taste of her and Sasha loved the taste of  him also.

Hobie pulled away, a long string of saliva keeping them attached.

" 'm puttin' in another finga." Hobie worked quick, but gently.

Sasha moaned at the cold feeling of his ring pressing against her second pair lips.

"You're such a mess." Hobie grinned while finger  fucking Sasha with his two long and slender fingers. "Oh, you're gonna cum, aren't ya love? I can feel your likkle cunt gettin' tighter 'round my fingers."

"Hooobbiieee!" She cried. She was close. This was gonna be her first orgasm by someone other than her.

"Yes love, let it out, cum all over my fingas." Hobie encouraged her. He was enjoying every second of this.

"Oh my God!" She turned her head, her hips bucking into the air.

She saw stars, she could barley breathe. Sweat rolled down her body.

He got sloppier with the movement of his fingers. "Yes, gimme all of it." He slowly pulled his two fingers out, they were coated with a thin, white and creamy substance.

He sucked his fingers clean and started to unbuckle his pants. His entire body was wet with sweat. He wiped his forehead and pulled out his dick, while slowly pumping it.

Sasha's never seen one so big, it was like the ones in porn.

"Ya ready to take this cock? Use my body as ya wish to forget that bloke." His head tilted, his wicks moving with him.

"Mhmm." She hummed.

"That's all I needed to hear."

He pulled her closer to him, by dragging her by her legs.

Sasha let out a small yelp.

He spread her legs, putting them over his shoulders and pressing down on her with a little bit of his weight. Their faces were inches apart, so he gave her a peck.

He positioned himself at her entrance and slowly entered.

"Ow.." Sasha almost forgot she was a fucking virgin.

"Are ya okay?" He looked at her face with worry, then down to see blood on the bed. "Oh fuck, you're a virgin."

"Well, not anymore." She spoke softly with a small smirk on her face. "You can keep going, I don't care."

Hobie matched her smirk. "I just don't want ya to regret this. I'll take my time."

He slowly pushed more into her, stretching her walls as they clamped down on him.

"It's so big." Her back arched.

"Fuck, ya so fuckin' tight." Hobie moaned out. "I got it all in, I'll move now."

Sasha breathed out and nodded.

Hobie began moving his hips slowly, his hand held her face, making her look at him and only him.

"Oh my God." She squeezed her eyes closed.

"Such a good girl takin' this cock. Takin' it so well." He rolled his hips so perfectly and gently, he was practically touching and reaching everything inside of her.

He looked down to see her stomach bulging from his dick. His finger pressed it, feeling himself move in and out of her.

Sasha wrapped her arms around Hobie, clawing at his back, leaving scratches.

"Yes, Sasha." It's as if he loved the sting the sweat gave the fresh cuts on his back.

She loved the way he said her name with that thick accent.

"I–" Sasha couldn't even speak. She was almost there.

"Ya what?" Hobie teased, speeding up his movements just a little bit. "Use words, love."

"Cum..I'm cumming." He could barely hear her.

"Hmm?" He turned his head and leaned forward so she speak into his ear.

"Cumming." She cried.

"You're gonna cum?" He moved his hips at a slow to fast, then back to slow rhythm.

"Yes Hobie!" Her legs wrapped around his waist.

Hobie leaned further down to hug her small frame. "Oh I can feel it, let it out."

Just as he said that, she released all over his dick.

She trembled beneath him, moaning pure gibberish. She was in paradise, still up high up in her orgasm.

Hobie kept going, not slowing down for a second, but his thrusts got sloppier now that he was nearing his orgasm. "I'm right behind ya, love."

He pulled out and pumped all of his hot cum on her belly. "Fuck..oh fuck." He breathed heavily.

He looked at Sasha who was passed out. He got up to get a wash rag and clean her off. After that, he climbed into the bed beside her, pulling her closer to him and covering both of them with the blanket.

He kissed her forehead and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Next part: –five.

#Spotify #my works💌🌷 #hobie brown smut #spider punk #spider verse #hobie brown fanfiction #hobie brown x oc #Hobie brown x black fem #hobie brown

[stationintern]

The Big Gay Road Trip Of 2002

Rated M for language and sexually suggestive content.

Draco and Harry take a road trip. Draco likes belt buckles and Stetsons. Harry also likes belt buckles and Stetsons. He really likes them. He might like Draco a bit, too.

Harry’s not blind.

He knows Draco is attractive– has known, probably for longer than the last two months they’ve spent in the United States of Adamant Stupidity, as Draco likes to call it. 

He hasn’t ignored it, hasn’t even been trying to, and Draco doesn’t seem to mind all that much. Still, they have three more months of this to get through, and Merlin knows how quickly becoming involved with one another could go south. 

“I’m gonna show you Brits how to drink the American way.” Violet slurs, tossing her violently pink hair behind one shoulder. Her dark skin is tinged purple and green under the fluorescent lights of the bar.

It’s a disgusting place, and Harry loves it. They’ve been in Dallas for a week, and Violet has said the same thing every night so far.

They picked her up at a dive bar on their first night here, and haven’t been able to shake her. Neither of them particularly mind. She makes for good company.

“And what does that entail?” Draco asks, dropping into the squeaky vinyl seat next to Harry and passing him a Modelo. Harry pushes the lime in with wonder, just as he has every other night. 

Harry’s not blind.

Draco looks stupid good. All buttoned up in a black shirt that's just a smidge too tight across his toned chest, straining against the lean muscle there. At some point during their stay, he’s acquired multiple novelty belt buckles, and is currently sporting one that says Truckers Only, embossed with an image of a woman in a thong bent over a semi. 

The newest addition to his outfit makes Harry’s mouth water, and he gulps, thankful for the loud music drowning out the noise.

“Where’d you get the hat?”

“Oh, this old thing?” Draco smirks, tipping the rich brown Stetson in a way that would make any other tourist look stupid. Harry wants to rip his eyes out. It stands out against the icy white of his hair, and over the course of the trip Draco has earned himself a beautiful golden tan, making his skin several shades darker.

God, Harry wants to eat him.

“Yeah. Where’d you get it?” Harry’s mouth goes from embarrassingly wet to a mortifying state of parched. His words come out in a croak.

“A very kind cowboy placed it on my head along with this.” Draco pulls a folded up piece of paper from the brim of the hat, revealing a phone number, “Reckon I’ll give it a go.”

Harry now wants to rip his eyes out and crawl in a hole.

See, the trip happened like this.

Draco wanted to fuck an American, so, naturally, Harry offered to join him on a five month trip across the United States in order to join in on the fun. They dubbed it The Big Gay Road Trip of 2002.

Things are not going as planned.

“You don’t even have a phone, Draco.”

“When has that ever stopped me?” Draco drawls, before turning to Violet, “Before I was so rudely interrupted by my traveling companion and his utter lack of manners, I believe I asked you what drinking like an American entails.”

Violet perks up, slowly recovering after going too hard, too fast at the beginning of the night, “Well, the American way of drinking usually ends in line-dancing. At least, that’s how it is here.”

“So, I drink enough to the point where I’m willing to line-dance in front of complete strangers for the first time?” Draco reclines in the booth, his knee knocking into Harry’s innocently.

It’s not like they haven’t touched. Occasionally, Draco will get too grabby on the dance floor of some club they stumble into in a town they’re too drunk to remember the name of. A few times, one of them has had to carry the other one back to the motel after having a few drinks too many, and will try to make a desperate move, but they’ve never given in.

Harry is so close to ruining everything, and finds that he’s starting to not care.

He’s had one too many Modelos.

“Mhm.” Violet swirls the remnants of her pint, staring at the bottom of the glass intently, “I reckon we keep drinkin’, and you tell me when you’re ready to hit the floor.”

Draco holds up a finger, before downing the entirety of his beer in a matter of seconds. He takes a deep breath, releasing the loudest burp in the history of mankind.

Harry still wants him.

“How would you feel if Stetson guy saw you do that just now?” Harry asks, feeling incredibly petty.

“Very cool, I’d imagine.” Draco shrugs, impossibly cool, squeaking out of the booth once again, “Onto the next!”

Once Draco is out of earshot, Violet leans in conspiratorially, “So, ya’ll gonna do it?”

Harry startles, feeling too exposed all of a sudden. He leans in as well, “Do what?”

“Screw. Fuck. Bang. Dirty Dance. Make lo-”

“No. Stop.” Harry holds up an authoritative hand with a grimace, “We’re not gonna… screw.”

“And why is that, darlin’?”

“Because it’s a bad idea.”

“Just because it’s a bad idea, doesn’t mean you don’t want to.”

Harry knows that, but he also knows it goes deeper, “Listen, Violet. If we… banged, I don’t think I’d be able to stop.”

“What, like it doesn’t wanna go down-”

“No, no. Not like that. I just-” God, this sounds so stupid. “I think I'd only want to… fuck Draco. Like, forever.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad. I mean, look at the guy.” Violet gestures to the dance floor, where Draco is currently grinding up against who he can only assume is Stetson man. He’s tall, dark and broad and everything Draco usually goes for when he’s looking to pull. She gets a pained look on her face, but the damage is already done, “Actually, maybe, probably, don’t look at the guy. Guys.”

“Really rubbing it in there.”

“Oops.” Violet shrugs, before pushing herself up from her seat, suddenly struck with inspiration, “Be right back.”

She hurries off toward the bar, and Harry has a few awful moments to himself, allowing him to stare at Draco and Stetson, twisting the knife further into his own heart with each second that passes. Draco spots him from the dance floor and shoots him a wink, and the knife penetrates deeper.

Violet returns from the bar with three shot glasses of clear liquid.

“Tequila.” She states, slamming them down on the greasy table, liquid sloshing out the sides, “Drink these. Then, go sweep that boy off his goddamn feet.”

“Absolutely no-”

“Absolutely yes.” Violet pushes the glasses closer, “He’s just doin’ this to rile you up. Classic move. He wants you to go out there and call his bluff.”

“But what if he doesn’t?”

“Then you go cry about it. Never know if you don’t try.” Violet pushes the glasses more, to where they’re at risk of sliding into Harry’s lap. “Now, drink up, Prince Charming. You’ve got a Princess to save.”

Harry takes a final glance at Draco and Stetson. Draco is rolling his hips devilishly and grinning the whole time, and Harry has well and truly had enough. Maybe this is the time to do it. Rip the band-aid off. See if any of those times Draco threw himself onto Harry the minute they’d stepped into the motel room meant anything. 

Harry downs the first shot, chasing it with another glimpse of Draco’s arse flush against Stetson’s crotch. The second. Then the third.

Violet pinches his cheek from across the table, and Harry gets a front-row ticket to the boob show, “Go get ‘em, tiger.”

Harry feels more like a kitten, but decides to do it anyway. He slides out of the booth, rubbing his sweaty hands on his dark wash jeans and mustering up any Gryffindor bravery he has left in his lust-and-sweat-soaked body.

The tequila hits, and the room turns into a tunnel, Draco shining bright at the end of it. 

Harry lets his feet do the thinking, and with each step his heart speeds up until he’s sure it’s going to explode. Draco stops dancing, and only then does Harry realize that he is mere inches away from him. Stetson man has quit dancing as well, simply doing a little shimmy off to the side. Harry shoots him a glare, and he shimmies to the left a bit more.

“Is there a problem, Potter?” Draco asks, more than a little confused. He looks beautiful like this. Covered in sweat and whatever else lives in this bar that hasn’t been cleaned since Voldemort was around the first time. 

Harry’s hands move for him, and soon he has Draco’s jaw cupped between his fingers, “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t go home with him.”

Draco looks dumbfounded, pressing his lips together in a firm line, the blood draining out of his face. 

In a rush of movement, he bats Harry’s hand away, grabbing him by the sides of his face and pulling their bodies so close they might as well be one being. 

“I’ve been waiting to hear you say that for a month.” He murmurs, before claiming Harry with his lips, wet and filthy and all-encompassing. His hands grasp at Harry’s waist, finding their way to his arse and kneading it possessively. 

Draco pulls away after what seems like forever and not nearly long enough, reaching a hand up to pluck the Stetson off his head, before placing it gently on Harry’s. 

He presses another dizzying kiss to Harry’s lips. He tastes of lime and honey.

“I reckon I’ll be going home with you, instead…. pardner.”

Harry pushes him away in an instant, trying his damndest not to laugh, “God, Draco, you ruined it.”

“C’mon, buckaroo, don’t you wanna buckado me?”

Harry does. He really, really does.

#so i wrote this tonight as well #draco and harry in america oh my #drarry #draco x harry #drarry shortfic

[darkstarerotica]

Heather had just started seeing a new guy. They had a great connection, and got along well, but more than all that she couldn't believe how well he fucked her. Their sex started out intense then he started to test the water with adding in kink elements. No one had ever fucked her like that.

She was talking to her friend Michaela about it. Saying how good the sex was and that he had a nice big cock too. Her friend was intrigued and asked for details. Heather explained in great detail how he'd make her cum. Using her body and all her holes till she was shaking.

"damn, that's so fucking hot" the friend responded. "My boyfriend hasn't gotten me off in years, I don't even remember what it's like"

A thought then dawned on Heather's mind. "Oh my god, I want you to fuck him and let me watch!"

"no, I could never do that" she responded.

"oh, come on it'll be so hot, I've never seen anyone having sex. I think it would totally turn me on too"

"let me think about it" Michaela finally said.

A couple days later Michaela called Heather up. "Ok I'm in. God my boyfriend sucks and we just had the worst sex, I'm so unfilled, oh my god I can't believe I want this" and she chuckled a little.

Heather worked out a time for her to come over. She told her lover to come over that night, mentioning she had a surprise gift for him. He readily agreed to meet her.

Michaela showed up early, dressed in her sexiest lingerie as directed. They drank a glass of wine and talked about the night. "I'm excited but so nervous" Michaela said. "There's just one thing" Heather instructed her "yes?" "You have to completely let him have his way with you, trust me you won't be disappointed". With some hesitation Michaela nodded. Feeling anxious and already excited she could feel herself getting wet in anticipation.

After he arrived he poured himself some whiskey, neat as he liked to drink it. "So what's my surprise?" Giving her a kiss. Heather didn't say a word just took him by the hand to the bedroom. She opened the door, showing him in. Michaela sat on the end of the bed. Her legs opened. She was in black lace panties and bra. With thigh high stockings on. Her hands rested on both her legs and she slowly caressed them.

He looked at Heather, as if to say "really?" She nodded back at him her big brown eyes staring intently at him. As she gestured to Michaela she whispered in his ear "I'm going to watch you fuck her like a dirty slut, she's all yours anything you want to do"

He felt his cock start to harden as he approached her. She also had brown hair with a tight body and ample breasts. He still had his whiskey in hand, taking a big sip he sighed in disbelief.

He let Michaela reach out to him as Heather sat in a chair behind them. Michaela's hands caressed his thighs and moved up to the top of his pants. She unbuttoned and then start to slowly unzip them as he took another sip of his whiskey looking down at her.

She loosened his pants a little and then placed her hand inside him. Feeling his already hard cock. "Oh my god" she thought. "He's so big". Her mouth started to water and she felt the wetness form inside her already anticipating the night. With both hands she pulled his pants down unveiling his hard cock standing to attention before her. He stepped out of his pants as she reached for his cock with both hands and started to caress it. With his free hand he touched her lightly in the head. Guiding her to her knees in front of him. He then moved her head forward. Her mouth sought him out as he drained the rest of his whiskey. He gestured to Heather who took the glass from him gently rubbing him on the ass.

Michaela's tongue flicked the head of his cock and then she licked him up and down. He let out a slight moan and then grabbed her head with both hands. "That's a good girl, now let's see what you can do with that mouth of yours". Heather had sat back down. She was already turned on, she slipped her panties off and kicked them to the floor. "I want to see you fuck her pretty little face" she said.

As he grabbed her head he slowly forced it down on himself. Her throat opening wide as his large cock filled her mouth. She got about 3/4 down his shaft and started to gag a little. "Be a good little girl.and take a bit more" he said she did her best and then pulled back choking a little. He grabbed her by the back of the head forcing her head still as he shoved his cock into her mouth. Only going in and out with the tip. She started to suck eagerly. As he thrust faster he started to go deeper. Michaela couldn't help but to make gurgling and smacking noises as he held her head going deeper and faster. "That's a good girl" he moaned. Finally he pushed her all the way down. She could barely breath and started to push away but he held her fast to him. Tears started to form and run down her cheeks. "My god that's so hot" Heather said behind them. She had started to play with herself, caressing her clit and circling her labia.

Letting Michaela up for a moment she gasped for air. "Damn" she said out loud. He then grabbed her again and uses her head like it was a sex toy. His cock was soaking wet and saliva and tears stained her cheeks..

Finally he couldn't take it any more. He pulled her to her feet and turned her around. Placing her hands on the bed. In a swift movement he pulled her panties to the floor and then smacked her hard on the ass. He reached down between her legs. She was soaking wet as he fingered her with one then two fingers. She moaned in pleasure at his touch.

Then he grabbed her by the hips and started to slide his hard cock on the outside of her pussy. It felt amazing, hard and engorged, rubbing against her. He placed the fingers he had had inside her into her mouth... "Lick me clean" he muttered as she grabbed his hands and started to move her tongue around them. She relished in the taste of herself.

He moved one hand to his cock and guided it into her. She was so wet it glided in easily. Michaela moaned without control as she felt him fill her up. Grasping her by the hips he started to thrust into her . First slowly then with more speed and force. Heather could barely take it and started to finger her pussy rubbing her clit with the other hand. All three moaning cacophonously. "Your pussy is so tight he said as his thighs and balls slapped against her. "Oh god" she muttered, "fuck me"

Pounding her deeply he reached around and started to caress her clit. She felt the orgasm start to rise in her eventually giving way as she fell forward on the bed. Shaking in pleasure. He flipped her over. "I'm not done with you yet" he uses his thumb to caress her swollen pussy feeling it's wetness. He then spat on his thumb and getting it wet moved it down to her ass. He circled her tight other hole as he played with her clit. It was wet from how much she came. He pushed it inside her as she let out a moan. "Oh god" she muttered, "that feels so good" he continued to fuck her tight little ass as he reached over and caressed his own cock. After he got her loosened up some he spat on his hand rubbing it up.and down his cock. Her eyes got big as he pushed her body upwards to expose her more easily. He placed his tip against her hole as he bore down his weight on her his cock slipped inside. Tightly gripping him . They both let out a deep moan. Heather then moved her other hand down to her own little ass. Inspired she started to finger both her holes as she watched him begin to pound into her. "Fuck!" Michaela screamed out... "Oh my god I'm going to cum again" he was relentless pounding into her deeply. Groaning as he did. "Oh my god you're such a good little slut letting me take your tight little asshole like this" the words were too much and she came deeply, then there was a gush between her legs and she realized she had squirted fully. "Fuck!" She screamed as she held him tight. He pulled out his throbbing cock and straddled Michaela. Sitting in her chest he stroked his still rock hard cock till he exploded all over her face "fuckkk" he uttered "my god". Michaela tasted the cum as it dropped down her face. Heather had been touching herself more vigorously and the sight of her friends face covered in his cum sent her over the edge. She moaned deeply as her body quivered into its own intense orgasm. She brought her fingers to her lips tasting herself while she gently played with her breasts.

He stood up off the bed. His cock still hard despite his intense orgasm. He gestured to Heather to come over and she slid out of the chair into her hands and knees crawling towards him like a hungry animal. "Clean me up like a good little girl?" He asked and Heather nodded as she took him in both hands. Sucking him deeply taking all of him in her mouth. The taste of his cum and her friends holes filling her with lust. She sucked harder and harder till she felt him tense. Hold her head down to the base of his cock and utter one more "oh god" as he quivered and came deeply down her throat. She could feel his hot load bounce against the back of her throat as he held her in place. Finally he eased his grip and grabbing his cock with her hands she licked him up and down, so as to not waste a drop.

"damn Yiu have the best surprises" he muttered falling back onto the bed.

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[tealeafgrimm]

Autumn Adventures

Dad!Sirius Black x Mom!Reader

Words: 1k

Summary: Your daughter is finding it hard to accept that summer is over. So you decide to show her that autumn can also have its good sides.

Sirius had been watching his daughter for several minutes now. Again and again the little girl ran to the window of the living room, pressed her hands and face against the glass, looked out for a few seconds and finally moved away again with a pout.

"Did we invite someone I don't know about?" he asked you as he went into the kitchen to make himself a coffee after a while. You were standing at the sideboard preparing lunch.

"No, why?" you asked irritated and turned to look at your husband.

"Y/D/N keeps looking out the window and seems disappointed, like she's waiting for something." You couldn't help laughing.

"Oh. I thought she'd given up on it. I tried to explain it to her yesterday. She's waiting for better weather. She wants summer to come back." Sirius scrunched his eyebrows together and looked at you incredulously.

"She's waiting for summer?" You nodded. "She doesn't understand that it's autumn now and she can't do all the things she could do a few weeks ago. She's dying to go swimming and see butterflies. And she wants it to stop raining. 'When you were at work yesterday, we had a long discussion about it,' you sighed. At just four years old, the concept of seasons had not yet sunk in with your daughter. And admittedly, autumn was not your favourite season either. It was often wet and cold and the time you could spend outside was clearly limited.

"I love autumn. Maybe I should show her that there are still things to do now. How about taking her outside after lunch? According to the weather forecast, it's supposed to stop raining later. Surely it would do us all good to get out of the house and into the fresh air for a bit?", Sirus finally suggested.

"If you can persuade her, I'd love to. I tried yesterday and I tell you, if looks could kill, I wouldn't be standing in front of you today." Your husband laughed, kissed you and then turned towards the living room where your daughter was once again standing in front of the window.

"Don't worry. I already have a plan in place."

~~~

And indeed, an hour later, Sirius had managed to persuade your daughter to go for a walk. The prospect of being able to put on her new wellies had appeased her and so together, all equipped with wellies and rain jackets, you finally set off.

"It's all wet and muddy," grumbled your daughter after only a few minutes of walking.

"And that's why we have wellies on," you replied to her, pushing the pouting girl in front of you.

"Besides, we couldn't do something like this if it hadn't been raining," Sirius added, heading for one of the large puddles on the path. Without a second's hesitation, he jumped into the water.

"Daddy!" your daughter giggled beside you, watching her father jump around in the puddle.

"I want to too," she finally shrieked and ran towards him. Laughing and shaking your head, you watched as the two of them, hand in hand, took a running jump into the churning water again and again.

"You see Y/D/N, rain doesn't have to be all bad. You can have fun too."

"Mummy, you too!" your daughter urged you.

"Another time perhaps darling, I'll have to get you the towels from the bathroom later, I need clean feet."

The defiant face only lasted for a few seconds and was gone as Sirius pulled her by the hand into the nearest puddle.

~~~

After about ten minutes of your husband and daughter, jumping from one puddle to the next, you continued on your way.

"Look Mummy! I've found a conker!" your daughter exclaimed, a few metres in front of you, holding a small brown ball in the air.

"There are lots of conkers over there. If you collect enough, we can make some little conker men tonight."

" Conker men? Really?" asked your daughter.

"Hmm. But we need a few more."

"Can you and Daddy help me collect some?", she asked with big puppy eyes. "Of course darling. Come on we need some in different sizes," Sirius replied and started picking up conkers and putting them in his jacket pocket.

It took barely five minutes and all three of you had filled your pockets to the brim.

"Look Mummy a super big one!" exclaimed your daughter excitedly.

" Awesome! But I think we've got enough now. Any more and my bags will burst," you laughed and took your daughter's conker to put it away safely.

"I think we should head back anyway. It looks like it won't be long before it rains," Sirius spoke, gesturing with his head towards the thick, grey clouds above your heads.

"Come on then! I think we could all do with something warm," you agreed, taking your daughter by the hand as you hooked up with your other to Sirius.

~~~

"You two wait here. Leave your shoes outside the door and I'll get you some towels," you said to your husband and daughter when you reached your house again.

"And was it so bad to go out today?" you could hear Sirius ask as you hurried into the bathroom. You couldn't hear your daughter's answer, but you knew that your little outing had definitely appeased her.

"What do you say you and Daddy put on some warm, dry clothes and I'll make us all some hot chocolate while you're at it?" you asked your daughter as you helped her take off her wet and dirty pants.

With an enthusiastic glow, she looked at you and nodded.

"And can we make our little men then?" she asked with an even bigger grin.

"Sure honey, I guess autumn isn't so bad after all, huh?"

"No, but I still like summer better," your daughter mumbled meekly, rolling her eyes playfully.

"You see. Yet we haven't even done the best thing today," Sirius said as he carried your daughter to her room.

"Like what?"

"Well, jump into a pile of leaves!" he replied to her enthusiastically.

"Can we do that tomorrow?!" you heard her ask as you took three cups out of the cupboard in the kitchen.

"Sure, but I think right now we have some hot chocolate waiting for us. If we don't hurry, mum will have drunk it all herself!"

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[romanarose]

Could you 👉🏼👈🏼 perhaps do a little fic where a plus size reader wants to share clothes with Marc but she can’t because he’s so small and his clothes don’t fit her? Maybe angsty that ends in fluff or hurt/comfort??

I love you by the way ;-;

I LOVE YOU TOO!!!! Whipped this up real quick, not proof read, too tired.

Marc Spector X plus size!Reader

Masterlist here

Warnings! body image, illusions to sex. Marc Spector typical stuff.

Imagine this is Marc and he’s eating soup for the fic

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“God-fucking-dammit!” You exclaim, spilling the soup on your PJ shirt you were wearing. You were already having a shitty day, but were looking forward to a cozy night in with Marc. Just you, him, Jurassic Park and chicken and gnocchi soup from work.

“Oh, shit, you okay, baby?” Marc took the bowl of hot soup from your hands to prevent more spilling. “Did it burn you?”

You stand up, walking over to the kitchen to clean your shirt and hide your tears from Marc. You were so, so frustrated and this was the last straw. “I’m fine.” You get a cool, wet wash clothe and try to clean off the creamy soup off, to no avail.

“Don’t worry about that,” He takes your hand, knowing you’re upset and need skin to skin contact. “Just wear one of my shirts tonight, I’ll wash this tomorrow.”

You scoff, perhaps more aggressively than you meant to, yanking your hand away to keep working. 

Marc moves to lean against the counter, trying to catch your eye. “What’s wrong?”

You are furiously trying to clean while keeping the shirt pulled away from your sensitive, burned skin. “I can’t-” Your voice wavers, and you take a deep breath. The grip on your shirt slips, and you accidentally scrub the shirt against your raw skin. “Fuck!”

He stood up straight, turning you towards him. “C’mon, hon. Let me see”

You pout, but drop your hands to allow him access. He unbuttoned your shirt to reveal the red burn. He winces, but tells you to stay still while he grabs his overzealous first aid kit that rivaled an ER room.

He takes out the burn cream, gently rubbing a thick layer over your chest, stomach and breasts. He was deep in thought, staring at your skin that really wasn’t that badly burned. “You can’t what?” He asks.

“Huh?” You forgot what you were talking about, distracted by his ever gentle touch. It was amazing how he could fuck you into the mattess, but bandage you up with the tender movement of a loving mother he never had. “Oh.” You remembered. “I can’t um… I can’t fit in your clothes Marc.” He tries to look up at you, but you quickly dodge his eyes.

Marc finished with the large burn, then faced you. You realized he probably never thought of that, but you thought of it all the goddamn time. Unlike other couples, you can't steal his sweaters or god-forbid, slip in his sweatpants. Not with his little bitty hips. 

He starts “I-”

“Why do you even like me?” You interrupt, your spiraling thoughts taking over.

Shock and confusion floods his face, before it softens. Marc pulls you into his arms. “I don’t just like you, honey. I love you.”

You accepted the hug and returned it, but you were unconvinced. “But why me? Look at you, you could have anyone and anything. You could be dating a supermodel” Marc scoffed at that, but you continued. “Layla is stunning. I don’t understand how you went from her to me.”

“Hey!” Marc pulled back, face fraught with concern. “Baby, where is this coming from?” All you do is shrug. “Honey, look at me.” Taking your chin in his hand, he guided your face to him. “Believe me when I tell you, you are sexy as hell” His big brown eyes looking at you without a bit of a lie. “I love the way you look” He glances down your body where your shirt is still open, when he looks back at your, there's the hint of desire in his eyes. “But also, you are kind, you are loving, you are gentle, you don’t put up with my bullshit but you also allow me to be broken when I need to be... I love you, every part.”

You finally allow yourself to melt into his touch. He meant it.

“I love you, Marc.” You kiss his stubble-covered beard.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” He kissed into your hair, the tone shifting more sensual. As his hands slide over your bare body (avoiding the burns) he nips  at your neck, sending shivers down your body before Marc whispers. “Now, what do you say we run this shirt through the wash, and I’ll keep you busy enough that you don’t have to worry about being clothed for a few hours.”

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[mylevisdontfitanymore]

i was thinking about those eating competition/contest videos on youtube, where people eat so much food in 30 mins or an hour, etc. then i thought of steve/bucky/nat and eating contests. maybe one of them is involved, maybe multiple.

they have always been into eating and these seem like a good way to finally be full. they start out slow, maybe once a month participating to avoid piling on weight. they are good and win some contests, and start doing more. once a week they have an eating challenge. to avoid getting fat, they eat healthy during the week. maybe large salads to avoid too many calories but keep their stomach capacity up.

they have to take a break from the contests and all is okay still, but they get bored of the healthy eating. they decide to have a cheat week and just eat whatever they want. the weight piles on, and they decide they like it (their partners like it too) and they keep gaining.

I've been holding onto this ask for forever 😫 so sorry!

The eating contest component immediately made me think of the fic "No Contest" by caloriebomb, which is literally just FAT STEVE and I-

It's good.

Anyway, you know what this made me think of-?

This made me think, what about an alternative universe in which Steve, Bucky, and Natasha meet as competitive eaters? Maybe they aren't, like, famous competitive eaters but are just casual enthusiasts. Local gods, perhaps.

Anyhow, they all meet at a competitive eating contest...

Natasha seeks out Steve and Bucky intentionally when she sees the newcomers at an annual contest she's been attending for a few years. Not only are they new, meaning they don't know about her crazy stomach capacity and stretchability, but they're also both very handsome, and she feels like seeing some handsome men eat their words, literally. She wonders if either of them with blush. That, or if either of them will willing admit that they're wrong when they end up being wrong about her... maybe they'll just say it. Maybe they'll squirm 😈

So, she elbows them, offering a bet while the announcer is, well, announcing the event. I bet I'll eat more than you. She makes sure to smile softly. She doesn't want to give away her plans just yet. She's having too much fun.

The slightly shorter man with dark hair immediately agrees with a charming grin of his own. He looks her up and down and then gestures to himself, inviting her to do the same to him, raising silent eyebrows. It speaks only of, are you sure? The blond haired, taller man only stares at her. She can tell he is trying not to panic, having a pretty girl talk to him - it's cute. Normally, she'd roll her eyes, but there's something about blondie. Something about the brunette, too.

She likes them 😏

The brown haired guy nods when blondie doesn't do anything and says, under the announcers excited tone, that he'll bet.

"What're we betting?"

"$100?"

"Shit, I can't resist that," he says, offering his hand for her to slap in agreement.

She does. "And you're friend?" She bats her eyelashes at him, blondie, and watches him open and close his mouth like a fish. She almost laughs out loud. He's a golden retriever. Cute.

"He's in, too. Trust me."

Oh, yeah, this will be fun, Natasha thinks, and she has to look away because she doesn't want to give them her "predatory" smile. Predatory as her friends have told her it looks. What? She can't help that she knows she's right. She's gonna win.

Natasha learns the boys' names as they're announced to go on. Bucky, the brown haired one. Steve, the blond haired one.

So, Natasha meets and greets and beats the the boys.

At this competition they're eating poutine. Not Natasha's favorite, especially considering that she didn't grow up with it. It being just fries with shit piled up on it, but it's still pretty good. Poutine is good for shoving down. Good for contests like this one. Soft and relatively wet with good flavor. It means that fistful after fistful can go down before she has to take a millisecond break for water or before she can tire of the taste.

Natasha empties her first tray, then her second and third and fourth and fifth and on and on and on.

She smashes through it. Her stomach filling and expanding but not full.

She can feel Steve's eyes when they stray to her every once in a while. Flicking. Not checking her out, but, just trying to figure out how she's going so fast. Her fingers are a blur. Lifting fries to mouth again and again and again, shoving it down, getting it inside her. The faster, the better. C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, she urges herself.

Suddenly, he opts to go whole hog, shoving her face into the fries and inhaling them.

She doesn't look at Steve.

She's not looking at anything but her prize, looking through the poutine servings just like a runner doesn't stare at the finish line, they look through the finish line that way they'll go the whole way with full power. She's going full power. She can see poutine when she shuts her eyes to chew harder, getting more into it. She is in the zone. So much so that she hardly feels the stretch of her flexible stomach muscles. Rounding out. Convexity created by the weight, the mass, of the poutine. No, she doesn't feel the stretch. She just feels the fire under her ass. She knows she can beat any beginner, but she wants to do her best. She doesn't wanna win a little. What's even the point in that?

She wants to win by a landslide.

A landslide that was slid right down her throat and into her gut. All that rock and earth heavy and full, making her massive. For anyone who didn't see her figure prior to the event starting when she gets uo, they're gonna question who let a pregnant lady join an eating contest.

She's still packing it in.

And, God, she must be massive with how those fries and toppings slide right doooown.

Down her throat.

She's getting heavier.

It has to be almost over.

It's been so long.

But-

She's not going to stop until the buzzer hits. She's not even going to look at the clock. No distractions. Not even the handsome boys to her right.

She hammers down more. She's almost done with this tray.

Another. Get is down. C'mon, you have this.

BZZZZZZ!

There!

Yes!

It's over!

Natasha finally lifts her head, "wooo," she huffs, feeling how her head buzzes with the rush of sensations. Now that the heat of the moment is done, it's all coming back. Woof. She's stuffed. She can feel the grease and fat going straight to her veins. She can feel the heavy, solidness of fullness. Wonderful. And-

"Holy shit!"

She can feel pure satisfaction at knowing she's won. Easily. She's a cat that's got the cream. A whole gallon.

She looks over to her new favorites. They're both sweating with messy mouths.

New heat stabs Natasha when she sets her eyes on the pretty gape of Steve's grease-slick, shiny lips. It's multiplied by the grin growing over Bucky's own lips. Equally shiny but not as plump. Steve's bottom lip takes the cake on that. And, my, my, my could it be cake. It looks soft. Natasha would like to sink her teeth into it. Into them both.

Natasha wins the eating competition and $200 extra from her new companions.

As they stand to waddle heavily off stage, Nat notes that Bucky has managed to do well. She can see the bloat of his belly. It looks nice and firm but still soft. He would be good to touch she bets. He had more padding than she initially thought, strong but still soft. Steve, however... Steve is not fairing well. He's probably eaten just as much as Bucky, perhaps even more than him, but he was not padded. He's all hard muscle with pounds of poutine attached to him.

Woof.

His new gut sticks out like a beer gut. Through his tight shirt that's been forced to expand enough to expose a few inches of pale, strained skin, she can tell that his abs are not happy with him. They're stretched taut. She licks her lip, picturing how pink his freckled skin must be, those muscles struggling to keep his belly attached to him.

That time, they part ways.

The next time they meet up, it's another competition. Bucky strolls up to her, Steve behind him like a trailing puppy, and confesses he's been training, patting his belly with a charming grin. She laughs, oh, really? You think you can beat me?

He does.

They end up betting again. Steve stays out of it this time, clearly the smarter of the two, Natasha teases.

Because-

Natasha wins again.

Bucky may have been training, but he's been training with water. Water is different from food. It goes down easier. It might be heavier than food, and it might stretch you out like food, but it isn't the same. Natasha blows him out of the water, pun intended.

She ends up with her gut sticking out past her tits, breathing hard and heavy and caressing the sides of her gut with her fingernails while Steve looks on, trying and failing to hide his interest. He's blushing now worse than he was immediately after eating.

Steve's muscles may not want to stretch, too used to being tight and perfectly sculpted, but he's stubborn, and he packs a lot down. Bucky, too. He's having an easier time, but he burps something crazy. Steve hisses out little moans and gasps. They're both delicious in their own ways.

They meet more and more and more.

They exchange numbers and constantly are texting and sending photos. Talking about training exercises and sometimes even showing exactly what they mean. Boasting about wins (Natasha) or near wins (Steve and Bucky) from competitions they all don't attend. Showing off photos of their guts post-contest then showing the subsequent damage days after they get stuffed full for contests. Their own and others entertainment.

It becomes routine to crash into an Uber on the way back from a contest, all together, making the car sink that much closer to the ground as a result of their combined weight. They go back to either Bucky's and Steve's apartment or Natasha's apartment to spread out on couches and floors and beds. Anywhere they can starfish out to digest. Sometimes separate. Sometimes, in one huge bloated pile.

After contests, Bucky burps and pats his belly hard like he doesn't mind how tender his gut must be. Steve, meanwhile, moans and gasps and complains about how much he ate, how he should stop, or how he can't believe he did it again, and he has the loudest gurgles. He can hardly seem to touch his own belly. It's too much. Post stuffing, Natasha would purr if she could, feathering her fingers over her stretched belly and taking the time to massage lotion into her skin. She'd purr because of the feeling of her own body along with the feelings of the bodies around her. Two big, big guys squishing her, confessing that they still don't get how she can just do that.

It's a gift. Her capacity and her boys.

Her boys because... aomewhere along the lines, they start becoming more and more intimate.

Steve begins letting Natasha rub his belly with lotion and moans like she's wrapped his dick up her in lotion-slick hand. If not her, otherwise he won't touch himself and will actively lift his heavy body up and away, groaning as he moves like it's the most difficult thing he's ever done, from Bucky. He does not want his gut slapped or prodded. He will burp when his body wants him to, thank you very much.

Bucky begins pinching her hip and telling her how nice she always looks but blushes when she does it back to him. Bucky starts unbuckling his belt and letting his pants drop after pushing up his shirt. Crashing hard and getting comfortable. He also gropes his gut in front of them both. Nat catches an eyeful of his dick getting interested in his rough touching more than once. Steve takes off his shirt but leaves his pants off. She isn't so thrilled about it though, she's curious if he's like Bucky. Truly into this. And she's slightly concerned those pants are going to cut him in half one day.

Soon after those developments, Natasha allows herself to slip out of her bra more often than not when they're crashing after contests. Bucky both jokingly and sincerely confesses that it's crazy hot that she can stuff herself so much that the band of her bra becomes too tight. It gives her enough confidence to slip out of her pants, too. Leaving her to join Bucky in just a t-shirt and underwear.

They begin to see each other at times other than post-competition, too.

Eventually, they're more often together than not. And one day, Steve blurts randomly, "are we dating?"

Bucky bursts out laughing, shaking his head, "when I left it to you to figure that out, I- I didn't! Think you'd!!-" he slaps his knees, laughing harder.

Natasha looks between them, crossing her arms, "so you've talked about this together. Without me."

They both stumble and stutter.

She relaxes, allowing herself to grin, "good. You're both on the same page then."

Steve mumbles about having a heart attack. Bucky smacks his shoulder, "serves you right."

"So..."

They stop behaving like children and snap to attention. Starting at her.

"Do you want to date?"

They both nod eagerly.

"Good. We'll keep doing what we're doing then."

And that settles it. They keep living in each other's pockets, and they keep going to eating contests. It's the same. Just as good. Until... something breaks.

Steve stops working out. Like that.

It's so sudden.

He shrugs and claims he just doesn't feel like it. He'd rather be home with them or out eating with them. He doesn't want to waste time at the gym. He's full of love. He doesn't need to obsess over a hobby to fulfill him any longer. Bucky and Natasha cuddle him extra tight that night. And night by night... Steve gets softer and softer. His abs fade fast. His trim waist widens a little. And. It breaks them. Natasha and Bucky become even more obsessed with Steve. There's more of him.

If they all also gave up their obsessions of eating healthy and being active during the week when they don't have eating contests... there would be more of all of them.

And they can't go back once they realize that.

More. There could be more of them all. More love. More to touch and hold and-

Okay. Yes.

With the ending of their self-imposed rules about healthy eating and exercising and the continued entering of eating contests, they all start feeling the brunt of those calories near immediately.

Steve changes the most rapidly because of his sudden dropping, cold turkey, of working out. His poor body. It doesn’t know what to do with continued heavy calories that aren’t protein; his body could work off the cheat meals of competitive eating contests and put it towards more muscle, bulking, but his body can’t deal with cheat meals every day. Stuffing himself every day. Moaning about it. Loving it. As a result, Steve’s waist actually gets wider. His abs are gone impressively fast, and he starts to look puffy. Thick like frosting. (Natasha certainly thinks he’s as good as frosting - he’s sweet and pale white, and she could spend hours and hours licking and tasting him). His waist as well as everything else. His hips and thighs and ass. His chest and arms. And his jaw. Oh my god. His face starts filling out, those model cheekbones filling in. It’s cute.

He looks so good.

The frame of a liftaholic, gym rat is still under his new weight, but it’s buried, leaving him wide and fluffy looking. It’s only when you press your fingers into his new fluff that you can feel those hard-earned muscles underneath, holding up his new bulk.

And as much as Steve’s chin begins to get a twin it’s worse for Bucky.

Bucky already was holding onto a lot of puppy fat, youthful with a soft, smooth belly and face. So, as his gain creeps up on him - gaining slower than Steve - his face is chubby. Full cheeks and a soft jawline that both Natasha and Steve are obsessed with kissing. Natasha has a thing for biting it. When they don’t have to go anywhere for the weekend or the rare alignment of their schedules off work, she’ll leave marks on his double chin and press on it with her thumb every chance she gets, admiring her handy work and feeling all the weight Bucky has gained. It’s not just his face, though. Bucky gets nice and wide, too. His shoulders widen, his back starts to arch and forms little rolls, his legs begin to soften, and his chest gets hit. But it’s really his gut. He gets a great, full gut. Along with his swollen gut come chunky thighs and an impressive ass. Steve looks like he’s been inflated like he’ll pop if you poke his constantly stuffed ball of a gut while Bucky looks like he’s been hitting beers too heavily for too long. Bucky is relaxed and carries himself with a jiggling, heavy swagger. Steve is seemingly in pain, in the best way. He’s moaning and working around his gut. He doesn’t know how to carry himself. His mind can’t keep up with his body.

Natasha gains right along with her boys, of course. Her tits get bigger - she gets stretch marks on the sides of them, right around her underarms - and for a while, unless she’s stuffed, you can’t tell her belly is getting soft compared to her chest because of the size of her chest. But. Her gut catches up eventually. Suddenly. Her body gains weight in her thighs and hips and chest until, bam! Overnight, she suddenly has more than a soft little curve to her belly.

Bucky goes from burying his face in her tits or between her thick thighs whenever possible to pressing his face against her tummy. It’s kinda the best thing he’s ever seen. Nice and round and balancing her top and bottom half. Connecting her curves with an even larger, more irresistible curve.

Steve is never as brash as Bucky. He is less shy than he once was, but he still blushes and still is shy, curling in on himself whenever he’s turned on and has the chance to touch Natasha or Bucky. It’s adorable. It brings out the sadist in her, wanting to force him to beg or wanting to encourage him, grabbing his wrists and making him grab her tits or belly or ass. It's her game to make Steve call her fat. His good boy manners and society’s conditioning leave him tongue-tied until he’s really, really strung out. She can sometimes make him stutter it after a good, long week of stringing together eating contests day after day until they might as well roll themselves home after the last one or after Bucky and her have spent the day winding Steve up. Stuffing themselves and complaining about how full they are, obscenely eating food. Touching each other or even straight-up having sex in front of Steve without inviting him in. Anything. Everything. Teasing Steve until he’s willing to admit she’s fat. Nice and round and plump. Whatever naughty, big word she can get from him, she cherishes.

She also cherishes all of Bucky’s words, but Bucky’s mouth is filthy. She needn’t encourage him to call her names that should make her upset but instead make her hot. She doesn’t have to do anything before honey is dripping from his mouth, and he’s making himself and Steve blush. And they all love it. Natasha often jokes that they have turned their lives into an orgy of gluttony. Bucky kisses her right on the mouth and wonders out loud if three is really an orgy. Steve just groans. The two of them together is too much and he’s had too much - his body is still the most sensitive, he’s gained the most weight, and they both seem to favor shoving food at him the most, so he’s never not stuffed full, lying back under his pale, mountainous gut. Steve is their bloated playground. They tease him. They mess with him. Stuffing immobilizes him. He doesn’t have enough self-control to stop until they stop him, so while they can crawl all over him and all over each other… Steve lies back. Panting. Moaning. Weakly shifting as his gut burbles and they kiss on top of him, pressing their guts together. Natasha will often ride him while Bucky fucks his mouth or fucks Natasha’s ass, struggling to get close enough to her now that they’re all so fat.

It’s a good life.

Big fat partners 🫠😵‍💫😵‍💫❤️

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[confessionsofafuckingpervert]

Confession #25: handcuffs and other hotness.

This happened back during the first year after high school. I remember it so well.

It was a party at a friend’s house, my best friend’s girlfriend’s friend. We were all mates, but I was mostly friends with them by association with him. I was kind of the outcast back then, so I didn’t really hang out with them regularly. This was before I moved to the city. Anyway, it was this girl named Kat’s 19th birthday. She had a little party, her friends were all there, one of them had been trying to get with me all senior year, but I just wasn’t into her. There was another girl there I had been into since the 4th grade, named Courtney. 

The party was fucking lame, to be honest. There was about 10 people there, and the music sucked, and my mate and his gf broke up that night. He and I were the only 2 guys, and he left early (more on that later).

At some point I had asked Kat if she got any cool gifts. They were all laughing and joking and I remember feeling like I wasn’t in on the joke. She had got some fluffy handcuffs from someone, I remember that, but can’t remember the details on how it was told to me, and she kept saying coyly that she now has a lock on her bedroom door. More on that later also.

It was a cold night and I was wearing gloves. And at one point I had gone outside. Courtney and I were drinking and smoking outside and she wanted to wear my gloves. She was trying to be all Domme with me and demanding I give them to her. But I was like no, and why? Then she changed it up and started asking what I wanted for them. I said “nothing, I don’t want to give them to you”. She said “I’ll give you anything”. I said, “define anything” and I'll never forget the look she gave me, when she was like, “Anything”.

We looked into each other’s eyes for a moment. I stepped closer to her, there was a hot moment of tension. My hand held her waist, the other running slowly through her long brown hair as I pressed against her. She breathed in deeply and loudly, like a slow motion gasp as I whispered in her ear, “If you suck my cock and I'll let you wear them”. She exhaled with a breathy “fuck yes”. I gripped her hair. Our lips touched. She grabbed at my dick. I began to take off my gloves and said, “I want them back at the end of the night”. She said, “No, I get to keep them”. Gripping her hair again, and kissing her, I then whispered, “then I get to keep you”.

I put the gloves in her hand and kissed her. She had one hand on my dick, the other clutching the gloves. I gripped her hair tightly as we kissed, and popped open her jeans and reached inside. Kissing her neck, I slid into her panties and found her clit, caressing it gently with my fingers, her free hand groping at my now hard cock through my pants. She moaned as we made out. I could feel her getting wet...

This was when my friend and his gf had their big fight and broke up. They erupted into the yard, screaming at each other, throwing shit. He pulled a knife and threatened to cut his wrists on the spot before running off into the night. Needless to say, it killed the mood.

Anyway, I had to chase my mate down and talk him off the ledge, so to speak. It was hours. Eventually I got him home, which was only 5 minutes walking distance from the party, and had taken the knife from him. I went back to the party to see what was up, but it had been hours and I wasn’t sure if anything was still happening.

There was still a few people there, but it had died off as a party. I put everyone’s concerns to rest and had another drink. Kat was like, “hey I need to show you something”. “What is it?” I asked. “It’s in my room” she said. And got up to direct me to her room.

Courtney got up and said something like “oh yeah you have to see this”, and followed us. We got into her room and Kat walked around behind her bed and picked up this big bag. I was standing near the bed, and Courtney said “hey, check it out, Kat has a lock on her door now”. I turned to look and saw Courtney locking the door. Then she turned back to me. For a second she stood close to me and I could feel a return of the tension from earlier, and then without warning, she pushed me backwards. I fell back onto the bed, and Kat grabbed my arms. They both laughed and I laughed too, although I was surprised, and there was a playful, half serious struggle. Then I felt it. “Click”, the fluffy but hard sensation of the handcuff closing on my wrist. I looked up and “click” Kat had closed the second one around my wrist and handcuffed me to the bedhead. They laughed and laughed. I had no idea what to think of feel. There was an anticipation I’d never felt before.

They danced around the bed for a second laughing. Then Kat got up on the bed and started dancing over me. Courtney grabbed my ankles. I could feel her pulling my shoes off. Kat was twerking, and shaking her ass right above me. She was jiggling the key to the handcuffs infant of my face. She kept squatting down and a few times bounced her butt on my chest and it hit me in the face a couple times. I could see her cute lace panties up her skirt, which she kept hiking up to give me a better view. My shoes were now off, and Courtney’s hands were sliding up and down my thighs. 

Then I saw Courtney come around and look at me, maybe to gauge my reaction. The look on her face was like pure sex. Kat had got down and was straddling my chest, twerking right in front of my face and bouncing her butt inches from it. She had pulled up her skirt all the way. They had started talking dirty to me, random but dirty shit, calling me a little pervert, asking me if I liked what I saw... Then when Kat bounced her butt back at me, she rubbed her pussy against my nose. She had the biggest meatiest pussy lips and the hottest fucking cameltoe. It pressed against my face and I could smell it. She seemed surprised, like she hadn’t meant to do it. And she laughed again. And said, “Ooh, I think he likes that”. Then she did it again, but this time I put my tongue out and licked at her pussy through her panties.  She let me for a split second, then pulled away gasping. “oh Naughty boy!!!”

She climbed off me, and turned around.  “You can’t do that” she said, gripping my face with one hand. She lifted her skirt with the other, and then put her fingers inside her panties. “You wanna taste it?”  I nodded. She took her finger and wiped it on my lips. It was wet, and I moaned, licking up her wetness. I could feel Courtney’s hands on my cock. She was undoing my pants and pulling them off. Kat gripped my hair, and said “Do you want to lick my pussy?” I nodded again, and she climbed up on my face, pulling my head forward and sliding her panties off to the side as she straddled me. She started grinding her wet pussy against my mouth, and i licked at her clit as enthusiastically as I could. At that same moment, I felt Courtney take my cock into her wet mouth. Her tongue moving all over me. I moaned so loud. “Oh he likes it” Kat said, and she turned around, climbing off me for a second. I could see Courtney between my legs, naked, gagging on my dick. Kat quickly undressed and then climbed back on to my face, this time facing the opposite direction. She sat over my mouth as I licked her. 

“Share it with me” She said.

Then I felt Kat take my cock in her mouth as Courtney licked my nuts.

I couldn’t hold on. I came so quick. Right in Kat’s mouth.

She was shocked at first, then gave me a sexy look, slurped it up and swallowed and then asked: “Is that it?” 

They both seemed disappointed.

I apologised. They laughed.

“You have to make us both cum if you want to us to let you go.”

I nodded. Kat climbed back on my face and I ate her pussy as she violently gripped my hair and smothered my face. She kept saying “fucking make me cum you fucking pervert”. The, cumming hard, bucking like a bronco, she started rubbing her wetness all over my face. Courtney sat next to me on the bed and spread her legs. They undid the handcuffs and I got between her legs and ate her out. Kat was gripping my hair and pushing me into Courtney’s pussy. She tasted so good. She moaned loud and Kat started spanking me, telling me to lick, telling me to make her cum. I licked like my life depended on it. She moaned louder and louder. And eventually she came too. Kat made me keep licking until Courtney couldn’t take it anymore.

They both sat next to me, gasping and sighing and I was totally fucking in over my head. Hands started going everywhere. Kat started kissing me. My dick was so fucking hard again. Kat turns to Courtney and says “do you think we should keep him?”

“Let’s see how he fucks”, Courtney replied as she gripped my hard dick and began to stroke it up and down. Kat grabbed a condom and slid it on and then Courtney climbed on top of me and looked me dead in the eye, “Is this what you want?” “Fuck yes” I said. “Ride my fucking dick.”

Courtney rode my cock, and Kat sat inches away watching and stroking and fingering her meaty cunt. I don’t know how, but I was able to go for ages this time. We fucked, she came on my cock. I lifted her up and flipped her on her back and fucked her harder. Kat made herself cum, then sat up and put her fingers in my mouth. She kissed me while I fucked Courtney. She teased Courtney’s clit while I fucked her and made her cum again. I took charge and grabbed Kat around the throat and choked her, grabbing her by the pussy with the other hand and rubbing her clit. She grabbed at me and I got up and threw her on the bed, grabbed her legs and pulled her up to the edge of the bed, and entered her. Her feet were around my neck, and I gripped her around the throat and pulled her up to kiss me as I pounded her little chubby cunt, squeezing her throat. Courtney sat behind Kat, holding her in place as I fucked her hard as I could. My legs started to shake and almost gave way beneath me. Both girls were looking right at me. 

“Fuck her” said Courtney. 

“Fuck me” screamed Kat.

“Fuck her harder”, demanded Courtney.

“Fuck me harder”, screamed Kat.

My legs couldn’t hold me anymore. I pulled out, collapsed on the bed, laid back and Kat climbed on top and rode me. Courtney climbed up onto my face and rubbed her clit inches away from my mouth. Kat came on my dick. Courtney rubbed her wetness all over my face. Kat fell to the floor and pulled the condom off my cock and started sucking me off. Courtney lent forward and deepthroated my whole shaft and Kat started licking my nuts. I gripped Courtney’s big round ass and focused on her cunt. Lapping at her clit, drinking up her wetness. Their mouths, lips, tongues dancing around my shaft, their wet throats engulfing me, I tried to distract myself with pussy but...

That was it, again. I sprayed cum everywhere. Courtney gripped me and jerked me off hard and fast and Kat licked my taint, her nose rubbing against my balls. I sprayed cum into the air everywhere as they laughed and cheered.

We all collapsed, and began to catch our breath, it was hot. I was exhausted.

Kat and Courtney were giggling and then said, “I guess we should let him stay.”

They started getting half dressed. Then they said, we should check on the party. It was like 2 or 3am, and there was nobody at the house.

I spent the night, and in the morning, I woke up rock hard, we all got naked and fucked again. I got the girls to make out with each other while they were sharing my dick, but that was as much as they were down to do with each other, so it was all on me to get them off. I went back to my mates place later to check on him. He was sad but ok.

I didn’t hook up with either Courtney or Kat again, and Courtney did end up with my gloves forever after that night.

[fandomizer]

Salvatøre

Angst, Songfic, Fluff a bit? AU

Captain America x daughter! Reader

Iron Man x teen! Reader

Male! Oc x Reader

TW: Character death, Swearing

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                    𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌: Salvatore

                        [Subject: Achlys]      

                 03:18 ——◦———— 04:37

                            ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

                ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

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"Catch me if you can!"

...

Only thing the young-looking-man was feeling was guilt as he walked down the hall of big mansion. If only he didn't brush her off. If only he didn't blame her. If only she wasn't born. He would stop thinking like that.

---

"Cap, the kid's not from them. Why can't you see it? Why won't you see it?"

"She's on something and I'm going to prove it."

"₵₳₮₵Ⱨ ₥Ɇ ł₣ ɎØɄ ₵₳₦!?"

"What are you doing?" the authoriative voice of his was blended so well, like no other thing could, with disgust and suspicion.

"Working on my tan? Can't you fucking see I'm reading or at least trying to, get a life and leave me alone old man! Like you always do." old teen said, last part coming out like a mumble.

...

Cap could feel other's eyes burning holes into him. Looks of scorn. Looks of 'we told you so' and such. They wouldn't make him feel bad, not even one bit, if his eyes didn't happen to catch two pair of eyes. Two blue, two brown.

"Good fucking job 'America's Golden Boy' we didn't bring it but you created a monster." with that the, genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropis, was off the sight.

Then Captain looked at his best friend with a metal arm, searching for some understanding in his blue eyes. Only to not find it.

"Buck, you know I am right. I was always right about her. She's one of t̸̙́̓̎͠h̴̢̲̜̠̹͓̪͐̀̚ͅͅë̷͓͗̍̓̈̊̿m̵̧̪̟̱̣͇̗̑̂."

"I was once one of t̸̙́̓̎͠h̴̢̲̜̠̹͓̪͐̀̚ͅͅë̷͓͗̍̓̈̊̿m̵̧̪̟̱̣͇̗̑̂ too but you never stopped believe in your ol' friend Bucky."

---

"Who is this?"

"Salvatore. Uhm, my boyfriend."

"Oh! How great! So now you also bring your boyfriend here. As if you weren't a great burden enough."

...

He had always seen her as a mission. A mission, to take care of. A mission, which was put into await to be accomplished. A mission, he did everything to mess up.

They were right when they said he created the monster. In the end she was his daughter but would the greatest great Captain accept it? Of course not. That thing was everything but his child, in his logic. She was a mistake or maybe not even that because to Captain she was a creature, a toy, a new weapon of Hydra. Something that made him look bad.

A little something that painted him as a traitor.

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Dying by the hand

It was going great until a new group got in to game. Gorgon.

"Who are this people?"

"Gorgon. I think they are here for me.”

"You think or know?!” her father yelled to coms.

“What the fuck is your problem with me? Huh! I did nothing expect exist!”

With that a gunshot was heard all around the base. The girl looked down, hands cupping the bloody wound, eyes widening with shock and pain. The boy’s eyes who had shot the girl was teary. He didn’t know how that happened nor did he want to. The girl fell down. Knees first.

Of a foreigh man

“NO?!”

The boy ran towards his love as soon as he broke out of his daze. He threw himself to ground, next to (Y/N). He took her weakening hands off of the wound, only to put his. 

“It’s not your fault.”  (Y/N) said with a sad smile drawing up her lips.

“No. No you can’t. You can’t leave me.Please, don’t. Please!” he was sobbing when he had said it.

...

“Go to your room!”

“Happily!”

Bang!

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“It hurts, Salvatore.”

“Shh, everything’s gonna be okay.”

The girl shook her head, stopping when it made her headache worse. The boy looked so broken. Tears all over his face.  (Y/N) brought her right hand up to her lover’s face to wipe some of his tears. Passing the half dried blood on her hand to his face.

“Sing me something?”

Salvatore nodded, rubbing off the remaining wetness with his hoodie’s sleave.

“Calling out my name, in the summer rain- Ciao amore.”

“A dopo amore.” she said, the same time with the boy’s last sayings.

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“He is not staying here! We got to do something.”

“I think, Salvatore can wait, Capsicle.”

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“Hey kid, something’s wrong?” Stark asked to thirteen year old.

“No i-it’s fine. Was just thinking.” (Y/N) whispered thoughtfully.

“’Bout what kid?” taking out a big ice cream tub from the fridge.

“I- Nothing. Just nothing.”

“Oh come on now Poison Ivy, don’t pull that trick on me.” a smile broke into the girl’s face with the mention of her nickname, given by Tony Stark himself. A real one in a very long time. She debeated in her mind before taking a deep breath and start talking her thoughts out.

“Why does he hate me, Uncle Tony?”

After a long halt Tony began to talk “He doesn’t hate you kid. It’s just... how he is.” he looked at her face to find some emotion or a sign that showed him he said the right thing. “Now, it’s time to eat soft ice cream. Would you do the honor Ivy?”

...

“’Cacciatore’ what does that mean?” Steve asked with so much concern in his voice.

“Means: Hunter in Italian.” red head said showing off her knowledge on different languages. 

“Is this what this person calls themselves?”

“Yes, it’s possible... S-”

“-Boss, you should see this.”

“What is it FRIDAY?”

Limousines

“𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝. 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐧: 𝐀 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬. 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬?... 𝐔𝐡! 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐂𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥. 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬. ���𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨? 𝐎𝐮𝐫 ‘𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥’ 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲’𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨. 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲’𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥, 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐯, 𝐛𝐥𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡-” the reporter’s profanity was unheard.

“Shit.”

“I told you there was something wrong wi-”

“Not now Brooklyn!”

Ciao amore

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They all turned to compound that night with so little knowledge of what was gonna happen. It was two fourty-four. The last time Omíchlē Kómpos had been held by the safest safety, Nick Fury’s secret chamber. The Omíchlē Kómpos was busy with being stolen whilst Tony Stark, compound’s owner, was trying to get high.

When Hemera had rose from the underground, Tartarus, did Tony Stark came into kitchen, with a killer headache. Only thing he wanted was to have a cup of black coffe. So he got into motion. Taking a cup from the shelf. Without realizing the note on it, put it on counter then filled himself a cup of hot-black-coffe. He opened his phone, four familiar faces showing up after he did so. Him, Peter, Salvator and Subject Achlys, also known as (Y/N). One year, it was not much but still managed to hurt the arogant man. And the fact that today was her birthday didn’t heip at all. She would have turned fifteen if she were still alive, this was what caught the greatest Stark off guard. But she wasn’t and the man wanted to blame someone for her dead. Even though he knew nothing could have been done that day.

He had finished his coffe right before seeing the sticky note. It read.

‘𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒮ℴ𝒻𝓉 ℐ𝒸ℯ 𝒞𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂 :)’

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Translations

Ciao amore: Hi love

A dopo amore: See you later, honey/love

Cacciatore: Hunter

𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫: Savior

Omíchlē: Mist

Kómpos: Knot

𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐬: Messenger of the Olympian gods.

Hemera: Goddess of Day

Achlys: Goddess of misery and sadness also may be goddess of deadly poisons.

𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐬: Deepest region of the world, the lower of the two parts of the underworld, where the gods locked up their enemies.

𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐧: Any of three snake-haired sisters in Greek mythology whose appearance turns the beholder to stone.

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Thanks for reading :)

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