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[springdandelixn]

Playing Favorites - Part I

Professor!Vision x F!Reader

Summary: You’re failing your class and your professor is offering you a helping hand.

Warnings: flirting, age gap, forbidden relations

A/N: This is a prequel to Among the Stacks and Lunch Break. Basically how Professor Vision and his kitten started their campus romance. Victor Shade is Vision’s human name.

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You stare at the images displayed on the laptop before you and scribble down important points in your notebook as Professor Shade discusses the lecture he did earlier that day. With the failing mark you got on your quiz last week, he’s offered to tutor you in private, opting for a more hands-on approach for you to better absorb the lessons instead of struggling in a room with other students. 

You’re on a scholarship and another failing mark would see to it that you’d lose it. And you can’t, for the scholarship was more than a means to get into a university that you cannot afford, but more of an escape from the abusive home you’ve come to know; your father’s drunken rage and strong hand along with your mother’s eyes full of regret for even bringing you into this world. 

You can’t go back. You never want to. So, you took his offer for one-on-one lectures, thinking that this would be what’s best for you.

But god, you’re terribly wrong. 

You try your best to focus on what Professor Shade is saying, trying your best in listening to his thorough explanation about the Trojan War as his smooth voice reverberates against his office walls.

But you can’t find it in you to focus, your eyes darting down at your notes and then up at him, only for it to be taken by his strong forearms, bare with his sleeves rolled up. His tie is gone as well and the top two buttons of his powder blue shirt are undone and his blond hair is slightly unruly and falling over his eyes, that’s framed with his glasses, as he repeatedly runs his fingers through them while continuing with his lesson. 

You know Professor Shade to be an attractive man. You’re not blind and neither are your classmates. How they openly gush over him when he enters the lecture hall and once hearing Miranda saying something about wanting to wake up to the sound of his voice. They would even purposely make a ruckus that would prompt Professor Shade to call their attention, the group of girls swooning at the action instead of getting flustered like how you would.

You don’t doubt that he’s got an array of admirers, students, and faculty alike. That there must be some invisible line to garner his attention that you never found yourself in. 

Until now. 

“Are you still with me?” Professor Shade comes up close and you blink away your thoughts, leaning back to look up at him. But you regret doing so almost instantly as the light of his office cascades down on him, accentuating his chiseled jaw and his stubble. 

He asks his question once more and you nod in response, looking down in embarrassment for staring. A frown then forms on your lips when you see your notes far behind the slide on the screen. You trailed off and it’s because you can’t keep your focus intact.

“Maybe it’s time for a break.” He announces and walks over to his desk, a sigh leaving your lips as you place your notebook down on the low table in front of you. “Any preference?” He asks from your side. 

“Water is fine. Thank you.” You mumble as you glance at him then look back down at your hands.

You must have looked like a complete idiot in front of him for spacing out because all that’s running through your head is how handsome he looks. He must think that he’s wasting his time staying after office hours just to teach you when you’re not even listening. 

You hear some glasses clinking at your side and you glance up to see him pour water into a blue mug and some hot water from his electric kettle in a yellow one. The rip of a paper fills your ears and you watch him dunk the tea bag in one before taking both mugs and walking back to you on the couch. 

“Was I going too fast?” He asks, giving you your water before placing his tea on the table and taking a seat beside you. An unexpected wave of disappointment washes over you when he keeps a good distance from where you’re seated. “You know you can tell me if I am. This whole arrangement is to cater to your needs.”

“I know, professor.” You mutter and take a welcome sip of your drink, the cool liquid drenching your seemingly parched throat. “I guess I just feel a bit overwhelmed about this.” You confess as the anxiety you feel over the whole ordeal finally sinks in. 

What would your classmates think if they found out that you and the history professor have this arrangement? What would they even say? You can already imagine them looking at you with judgment, could already hear the lies they would concoct between the two of you because of your inability to pass and his willingness to help. And worst of all, you don’t even want to think how it would impact him and his career if such falsity reached the faculty or the dean. 

No! You cannot put his job on the line! He may be doing such as an act of kindness but you know the world, especially the students, to be brutal. Scholarship or not, it would be unfair to him.

“I think this is wrong.” You blurt out. And the way Professor Shade looks at you, eyes laced with worry and brows knitted in concern, makes you want to retract your words. 

“Why? Is it not helping?” He asks and you can sense the sadness that surrounds him. “Are my teaching methods ineffective or would you like us to try something else?”

“I just—I’m worried.”

“About?” He prompts.

“What would the other students say if they found out you’re giving me this..this special treatment?” You question, your spunk taking you by surprise. “No offense, sir,” You clear your throat before pushing on. “But I don’t even understand why you’re wasting your time on me. I failed your test, shouldn’t you be angry or have me do some extra credit work?” You’re rambling, your anxiety level and your emotions piqued and you can’t find it in you to stop. “And if the other students see, they’ll take and say you’re playing favorites and—”

“So, what if I am?” You blink in surprise at his question, eyes wide as you look at him, your string of words gone. 

“I’m sorry. What?” You ask in disbelief.

He chuckles as he leans back against the couch. “What if I’m playing favorites? What does it matter to them?”

“I—” You’re flustered by his admission. Is he really doing such a thing? You dare not ask but are you his favorite among the lot of students in his class? You feel a shyness run up your spine that makes you fold yourself small on the couch, looking down at the mug of water clasped in your hands. “Then that’s—t-that’s unfair to them, isn’t it?” You stutter.

“How so? How is it unfair for a teacher to help a struggling student?” His question comes a little strong but you sense no hostility from him. He pushes. “What’s unfair is if I don’t give you a chance to pass my class and you don’t give me a chance to help you.” You feel the couch dip from his weight and startle when he takes the mug from you, setting it beside his. You look up at him in surprise when he wraps his fingers around your hand after. “You are on a scholarship, yes?”

You don’t know how he knows that but you nod nonetheless.

“And maintaining a certain grade will help you keep the status?”

You nod once again. 

“I want to help you keep it. To help you finish university with your scholarship intact.” He thrums, feeling your cheeks heat up when his thumb gently caresses your knuckles. “But you seem hesitant for me to do so. Why?”

You sigh. “People talk.” It’s all you can say because it’s simply the truth. 

No one ever wants to be found in the center of a scandal. It was already proven to be something dreadful after that one girl freshman got into one with the engineering professor.  

“You’re worried people would gossip?”

Another nod.

He hums at your response and you look down once more at your joined hands. You notice how big his is, how it almost swallows yours whole.  But most of all, you somehow feel a sense of safety in his hold, in his presence overall. That your thoughts and worries seem frivolous when he’s around. 

But you shake your head. That’s the crush talking. The crush pushing you towards him and making you decide to keep the arrangement. To not think of the ‘what ifs’ and ‘buts’, instead having you relish on the fact that he’s given you his time and effort to see that you’re taken cared of, that your education doesn’t perish.  

“If the arrangement makes you uncomfortable,” he starts. “We can try different methods. Video calls perhaps? Or meet at the library?” He suggests. “That would be more public and there are study rooms that would give us enough privacy.”

He still wants to pull through even after you’ve given him several good reasons why he shouldn’t. He doesn’t look dumb, far from it. He doesn’t even seem to be that dense to not know how university students function; how barbaric they can get and easily turn anything innocent into something malicious.

Curiosity takes the better of you so you ask, “Why are you doing this, sir?”

“You’re one of my best students,” He admits without hesitation, almost with glee, and you feel the blush creep up your neck, bleeding to your cheeks. “You’re punctual and attentive, not like the others who intentionally cause a ruckus for attention.” He praises. “And, if I’m being quite honest, that’s a breath of fresh air. You, darling, are a breath of fresh air.”

Darling? A pet name? You dare not think it but is he flirting with you? You’ve never once heard him call any other student by that name. 

You avoid his gaze and pull your hand free from his hold, yet you already miss the warmth of it, opting to twiddle your fingers against your lap if only to distract you from his flowery words. 

“What I mean is—” he clears his throat. “You deserve to pass my class. My best student does.”

-

You pack your things and wait by Professor Shade’s door, watching him stow away his things into his messenger bag and take his jacket that hangs at the back of his office chair. His eyes meet yours when he stands in front of you, a smile on his face before he opens the door and gestures you leave first, turning off the lights of his office and following suit, locking the door. 

The corridor of his floor is dark except for the light at the end of the hall, making the building look somewhat eerie despite its modern architecture and decor. 

“Would you like a ride to your dorm?” He asks, breaking the silence between you as you head to the elevators. “I’ve kept you quite a while and I’d want to be sure you make it back safe.”

“It’s only a short walk from here, Professor.” You smile at his kindness. “Thank you though.”

“Alright. You’ll also tell me what method would work for you best?” Another question and the elevator doors part, Professor Shade holding the doors back as you take a step inside. “The video call or the library?” He clarifies. 

“I will.” You agree. “But so far, the library seems like the better option. I have a roommate and she can be quite a nuisance,” You don’t tell him that she likes to bring random boys into your dorm and can hear them through the thin walls. “I might not be able to focus on our lessons.”

“Very well.” The lift descends after he presses the button for the lobby and you end up staring at his reflection through the metal barrier. “I can book one of the study rooms in advance though would the same time still be feasible for you?”

“Mhmm, though I wouldn’t want to take too much of your time, professor.”

“Nonsense.” He chuckles. “I have nowhere else to be nor anyone to go home to.” 

The ding of the elevator signals your arrival and you step outside, Professor Shade catching up with your stride before going ahead, his swiftness taking you by surprise when he opens the door for you. 

“You’ll message me when you’ve decided?” He asks again as you both stand in front of the building, wrapping your arms around yourself to shield yourself from the chill. And for a moment, you feel a bit disoriented by his question. He chuckles, probably from seeing your confusion. “About the meeting place. The library or my office again?”

“Oh right.” You give an awkward smile. “I will.” 

“You have my number, right?” You nod. “And my email?” Another nod. “Perfect. I’ll see you next week then, or around campus.” He says as he takes a step closer, your body shivering when the evening wind blows. 

He seems to notice your discomfort. He puts down his bag on the concrete steps and to your surprise, drapes his coat over your shoulders. Your face is hot and you look down at your feet to avoid his eyes as his hands tug gently on the lapels of the jacket, pulling it snug around you. 

“Are you sure you don’t want a ride to your dorm, darling? It’s really no trouble.” 

You shake your head fast, knowing all too well that your face has already turned red from the pet name and his actions. Not trusting that you won’t make a fool out of yourself when you dare meet his eyes. 

“I’m fine. Really.” You mumble and blink when his thumb and forefinger pinch your chin, tipping your head up to face him. 

“Very well.” His voice is soft and you feel yourself being hypnotized by the way his eyes stare at you, how the glow of the moon makes his sapphires shine. “But let me tell you a secret before we part ways.”

“W-what is i-it?” You stammer. 

He takes a deep breath and releases your chin, his hands taking hold of the coat once more. “I wouldn’t do this for anyone else. All this tutoring and whatnot.” 

You can feel your heart pounding wildly in your chest as he inches closer, feeling the tips of his shoes brush against yours.

“What do you m-mean?”

“I’m only doing this for you.” He breathes. “Just you.”

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[springlibrary]

The Shade of Darkness Masterlist

Dark!Librarian!Vision x F!Student!Reader

Summary: Life in university is what you expected it to be until one night, you receive a visit from someone unexpected.

Warnings: noncon/dubcon elements, 18+ content, Minors DNI, power imbalance, age gap, reader is of age

Part I

Finale

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[finnicks]

( fic ) don't leave me here

don't leave me here

what if...? (+wandavision) | zombie!wanda, wanda/vision + cameos; mature; 11,544 words

"I want to stay with you," Wanda said, cupping the nape of his neck. "Please. Just for a moment."

"You can stay with me for as long as you like, darling," Vision smiled. "Anything you want, anything you desire—I will give it to you."

She smiled and lowered her head toward his. "Good," she murmured against his lips. "You’re not allowed to leave me."

"Then I suppose I shan't," he chuckled.

—

Wanda refuses to accept Vision is dead.

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[trivia-yandere]

visions

you’re convinced by your friends to go to a party and let go of the memories of your ex just for one night. unfortunately for you, jungkook doesn’t want to be let go.

@momnomnom @darkuni63 @sweetempathprunetree writer: quay (explicit-tae)

word count: 5.186

warning: yandere themes, smut, dark themes, cursing, manipulation, toxic relationships, non-con, reader is drugged, impregnation kink, spitting, nipple sucking, biting, dirty talking, blood, neck slitting,

Your eyes snap open when the loud and ringing noise of your alarm. You’re quick to yawn, body stretching before grasping your phone off the bedside table. The alarm is titled “work” and you silenced it with a groan.

Your eyes catch the day of the week. Friday. The time was 8 a.m - an hour before you had to be at work. You contemplated calling off, but understood that it would cause nothing but your boss to be petty and write you off the schedule for the next few days - so you decided against it. Your feet kick the covers off of your body and swing to touch the cold, wooden floor. You winced at the impact, sending shivers up your spine.

Your phone sounds suddenly. You furrow a brow and go to grab it, color draining for your face. You bite your lip at the unknown number displayed on the screen.

Hesitantly, you decline the call and quickly block the number. Unknowingly, you begin to feel uneasy as you make your way to your bathroom to wash up. You’re trembling as you wash your face and when you brush your teeth, you can feel just how terrified you are.

It’s only been a month, you note. You had no doubt in your mind that Jungkook was behind the phone call - he’s called nearly every morning since you broke up with him and quickly signed a restraining order. It was only a temporary one until the two of you went to court, but it was necessary to do so.

You met Jungkook nearly a year ago. You recall the way the man has entered your job - the one you had prior to having to quit because of a scene he caused - and smiling brightly at you. He asked various questions about the countless sweets and desserts you had displayed behind the glass and you answered the best you could.

Each day Jungkook returned, buying desserts such as iced cream, candy, cookies - anything. He would munch on it a bit while the both of you talked and laughed and before he left, he assured he’d leave a tip for you at the counter.

Day by day, you expected Jungkook’s arrival. It made your job less boring and you also found yourself willing to come to work more dolled up. You’d coat your lips with gloss that you knew Jungkook liked (he’d always flicker his eyes to them when you’d talk) and style your hair differently each time.

Your first date with Jungkook was at the very same shop you worked at. You came in on an off day to pick up something you forgot and just as you were leaving, Jungkook was entering. His eyes were wide upon witnessing you face to face  - this time you in casual clothing instead of a work uniform. 

By the third date, you and Jungkook were officially dating - him asking you once the movie you two watched at the cinema was over - you agreed without a thought.

By the second month of dating, you noticed a shift. Jungkook was sweet, sure. Caring. He offered you rides everywhere you needed to go, and when he couldn't he’d never felt comfortable with you going alone. You brushed it off with Jungkook just being a cautious person.

Month three was when he became vocal in how you dressed. He didn’t appreciate the way other men looked at you - his words exactly - and you were giving said men a show by wearing shorts or skirts that were too short. He changed your wardrobe with clothing that he deemed was “outside clothes” and some that were “indoor for his eyes only”. Again, you brushed it off. Jungkook was your boyfriend now and his opinions mattered.

By the sixth month, Jungkook began to isolate you from your friends. “Why do you always hang with them on the weekends?” he’d ask when you were invited to a gathering. “Why can’t I go? Are other guys going to be there?” he’d asked once, eyes glaring at you. “Your friends are single. You aren’t. Why do you need to go to a club where other single men would be at?!” he had hissed, hands in his hair as if he was seconds from pulling it out.

Jungkook was amazing at comforting you - or so you thought. “I know how men are, baby.” he murmured while stroking your hair in his embrace. “If able, they’ll take advantage of you. Your friends cannot protect you from a man willing to do you harm.”

But the man that had harmed you was Jungkook himself. 

Jungkook was never physically abusive. Sex with him was rough, yes, but you enjoyed it. 

Jungkook’s abuse was manipulative - often pinning you against your friends that you were no longer invited to places they’d be because you would either bring Jungkook, or the man would come unbeknownst to you. Jungkook would call you countless times until you picked up and asked when you’d be home - and if the answer wasn’t good enough for him, he’d insist on picking you up himself. “Why can’t I come?” Jungkook asked when you were hastily walking out the door to meet your friends. “You’re not going to see your friends. You’re cheating on me!” he’d hiss, eyes blown wide and neck veins pulsing. 

Last month, marking the eighth month, you decided to break up with Jungkook. You were nervous to say the least. You thought of several ways to break up with the man - you decided that in a public place would be best. You had more respect for him than to end the relationship over the phone. However, you also could not trust what he would do if you allowed him into your home. 

You invited Jungkook to meet you in a public area - a park where you and he walked hand in hand many times. You were a bunch of nerves, especially when Jungkook was strolling towards you with a wide grin and in his hands, sunflowers.

Your heart flutters when he offers them to you, and awkwardly, you take them in your hands. You and Jungkook sat at a bench and he talked about how much he missed you, peppering kisses along your cheeks before you managed to push yourself away.

“You’re…leaving me…?” Jungkook's voice was dangerously low and calm,  but his eyes were glaring daggers at you. You placed the flowers onto his lap and managed to get out of his embrace. His eyes are following you as you - slowly, so slowly - walk backwards, eyes apologizing while you remain silent.

The following week was Jungkook aggressively knocking at your door until you threatened to call the police. He would call nonstop and send multiple messages that you had to change your number to get him to stop - even if it never did, only slowed him down until he somehow found your number again. You had to change jobs more than once when he would show up at random times - you had no choice but to file a restraining order. You thought that maybe this would stop him - and for a moment it did.

Until today.

The unknown number calling you was no doubt Jungkook. You never answered any number that wasn’t familiar to you and instead blocked them. They left no voicemail after calling and each time, it was a different number displayed. 

You walk out of your bathroom and down the hall to your small kitchen. You didn’t have time to eat anything for breakfast outside of a quick muffin. You would be late if you cooked or even made coffee.

Your muffin jolts out of your hand when you hear sudden knocking at your door. Your blood runs cold at how powerful and rapid they’re coming. Your mind is on one person.

“Open the door, Y/N.”

Jungkook was behind the door.

Jungkook didn’t care for whatever petty restraining order you had against him. The constant calls told you so.

“I can hear you moving.”

You stiffen at his words. You didn’t know what to do. 

You weren’t once afraid of Jungkook - he has never hit you. But he was like another person when he was angered. He wasn’t the same man with the sweet smile and the soft eyes - it was as if a switch flipped and he was a completely different man.

“I just want…closure.”

Jungkook's words crack as he speaks and your heart betrays you. You were beginning to feel guilty for putting him through this. Your friends told you that it wasn’t your fault, that Jungkook was good at manipulating you. 

“Please, Y/N…baby.”

Your hand was on the door handle before you knew it and you cracked the door open. 

Jungkook’s eyes are wide when you do and he gives you a dazzling smile. He steps closer but stops himself from entering when you don’t open the door wider for him.

Jungkook’s smile falters. “You’re…”

“You can’t be here, Jungkook.” you manage to say without stuttering.

“You…are serious?”

You knit your brows. 

Were you serious?

You changed your number multiple times in a span of a month that it was insane. You blocked multiple numbers when changing yours became tiring. You got a restraining order against him.

Did Jungkook think this was just a simple misunderstanding and you needed to be “alone” before coming back to him?

“Yes. I’m serious, Jungkook. Please leave.” 

Jungkook doesn’t move. His eyes are searching yours for any hint that you were hesitant - but he found nothing.

You were serious.

You wanted nothing to do with him, Jungkook grunts.

You were willing to throw everything he offered you out the window because of what? A few disagreements? Arguments? Your single friends?

“So there’s nothing that is going to bring you back to me?” Jungkook tries one last time. He doesn’t want to blow up and demand you stop being the dumb bitch you were acting like now. He didn’t want to raise his voice and break down your door - because you would be frightened and close yourself off once more. He was trying but you were too selfish to see it.

“No.”

Jungkook’s heart shatters and he doesn’t say anything when you close your door. He hears you lock it but he decides that if you couldn’t allow yourself to accept his love - then others wouldn’t either. He was done with being nice to you - you didn’t deserve his kindness. If you were going to act like the damsel in distress, then he was going to give you something to be distressed about.

The music was far too loud to hear anyone who wasn’t speaking directly into your ear. The air was muggy and humid. It smelt of cheap cologne/perfume and several different types of alcohol - but you were just happy to be here. 

Well, as happy as you could be standing alone in the corner of the home while others danced, laughed and drank. You were invited by your friends to come to “let loose” and “get your mind off of your crazy ex”. You agreed - but now you were left to your own devices while they mingled elsewhere.

Speaking of your “crazy ex”, you haven’t heard from Jungkook in nearly two months. It was a sigh of relief, truly. You assumed he wanted closure in seeing you once last time to confirm that the relationship has indeed ended. There weren’t any random pops up at your home or work, no random phone calls or text messages from random numbers. Slowly, you were beginning to be less afraid of seeing the man out and about. 

“First time at a party?”

Your head whips around to a tall figure beside you. You can smell the alcohol in the cup he’s holding. He’s offering a small smile as he towers beside you/ He’s close to you just so he could speak loud enough for you to hear. 

“First time in a while.” you respond to him. You give a small smile in return. 

“Are you here alone?” the guy takes a sip of his drink. 

“No. My friends are…”

“...Around here somewhere?” the guy nods in agreement. “So are mine. Haven’t seen them in an hour.”

You laughed.

You and the tall guy - who’s name you learned was Dean - hit it off quickly. You and him stood together and talked the majority of the night - your friends and his never returning, but you aren’t surprised. You weren’t as outgoing and friendly as your friends were. You’re positive they’re playing a game of beer pong (and losing). 

As another hour rolls around, you were seated on a large leather couch that you’re surprised was vacant with Dean, your head began to hurt. You feel hot and stuffy and your vision is blurring. 

“Are you okay?” you hear Dean say. “Do you need some water?”

You nod your head, allowing Dean to pass you a bottle of water.

Jungkook - on the other hand - was livid. The nerve of you to break up with him just to come to a party and look for another man. And not just that - but to get drugged by said man and not even notice it. Jungkook lingered deep into the side lines that you would never see him - but luckily he was there watching over you. He witnessed Dean put a small pill into your drink while you were busy laughing at something he said - Jungkook clenched his fists. 

Jungkook isn’t far behind when you are being escorted out of the large sitting room, a sea of people not bothering to stop and see what Dean is doing with a groggily woman.

Jungkook’s breathing becomes heavy when you are pushed into a vacant room, the door closing behind them. 

Jungkook blamed your friends for leaving you alone in an environment that you didn’t belong to. No matter how hard he tried to tell you that you didn’t belong to a friend group such as this, you never listened. Now look - you were drugged by a man you didn’t know and about to get raped.

But luckily, Jungkook was here to save you.

Jungkook knocks aggressively onto the door, not stopping until the door swings open and an annoyed Dean surfaces. Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to draw back his fist and plant it right between the man's eyes.

And again.

And again.

And a few more times until Dean is a bloody mess, squirming away and out of the room. 

Jungkook shakes his head and closes the door, locking it behind him. You aren’t completely unconscious, but he’s positive you will be soon. Your shirt is off already, Dean wasting no time.

Your bra - a red lace - looks amazing against your skin. It makes his heart swell and a smile forms onto his lips. It was a gift from him that you kept.

“Y/N, baby.” Jungkook coos, hovering above you. He wraps his arms around your body, you groaning low when he does. “I missed you so much.”

Jungkook sends kisses down your neck, arms never wanting to leave you. Your smell is tainted with alcohol, but his nose catches on the faint smell of vanilla he adores on you. 

“I told you not to have such horrible friends.” Jungkook tsks. You are yet to be fully unconscious. You moan out an inaudible response and Jungkook only coos again.

“You’re so beautiful, baby.” Jungkook presses himself into you, hard length at the center of your clothed core. “Do you miss me as much as I missed you?”

You do, Jungkook concludes. He dips his hands beneath your jeans and finds how wet you truly are for him. Jungkook removes his hands and pops it into his mouth, shuddering at your taste. It’s been so long - too long. He’s angered that you went too far away from the relationship. A restraining order? Far too dramatic for his taste. But he’ll let it slide and choose to forgive you because here you lay, beautiful as ever. Wet for him and him only.

Jungkook doesn’t waste any more unnecessary time. He needs to feel your warm essence around him. He pulls your jeans down along with your underwear, eyes widening at the beauty that was your wet pussy. He feels the bulge in his own pants begin to tighten and he just cannot wait any longer.

Foreplay was your favorite when it came to Jungkook, he knows this. You would cum so hard against his tongue, squirming and begging for him to stop because of just how overstimulated you were, but Jungkook wouldn’t. He would let you cum over and over on his tongue, fingers, thigh - wherever you wanted to.

However, now he could not console himself. The need to be inside you was far greater than anything. Once you and he were back together than he would allow you to sit on his face where you belong.

Jungkook pumps his cock as he inches closer to you. He rubs the tip of it against your swollen clit and shudders once more. Goosebumps litter his arm and he can’t hold back anymore. He enters you with a high pitched groan, hands going to place themselves on your hips.

Jungkook hears your moans as he sinks in and out of you, the sound of his skin slapping echoing off the walls. You were so wet and tight that he’s proud - proud that you haven’t let another man touch what was his. That even when you were upset and the both of you went through this break, that you understood your role in the end.

“Fuck, baby.” Jungkook snaps his hips into you harder, left hand going to toy with your clit. It’s sensitive as he remembers it to be. His right hand snatches the lacy bra down so he could watch the way your breast bounce for him. “So beautiful and all mine.” he hisses, leaning down to suck a nipple into his mouth. 

Jungkook sucks onto it until it’s swollen and throbbing, and he proceeds to the next one. He could never get enough of you, littering bite marks around your breast and collar bone.

“Your pussy’s milking my cock so good, baby.” Jungkook grunts, his thrust becoming sloppy. You were so wet, pussy clenching around him while your juices ruined the sheets. 

Jungkook snaps his eyes shut, groaning loudly. A free hand slaps down harshly on your stomach as he pounds into you. He recalls the few times the two of you spoke of the future - of getting married and having children. He declared that he desired them to look exactly like you - you were just so perfect in his eyes. “I’m going to put a baby in you.” Jungkook feels himself about to cum. His hands don't remove from your stomach. It was soft and it drove him crazy just thinking about you round with his child - your breast enlarging with breast milk to feed his child. You would be an amazing mother and he would enjoy nothing more than for you to be at home while he provided for you and the child you both shared.

Jungkook cums inside of you, twitching. He’s humming slowly, trying to regain his breath. He places a deep kiss upon your lips, sweaty forehead placed against your own.

Your head is pounding. Your throat is sore and dry and your body aches. You try to rake your mind about what the hell is going on and what has happened to lead up to this. You blink your eyes open, hissing how bright the light shines above you.

Your wrist is aching and when you attempt to move, you notice you cannot. Your wrist appears to be detained and when your mind registers this, you begin to whimper. Your vision is blurry with tears, but you blink them away to attempt to see what the hell is going on.

“Baby!”

Your thrashing stiffens at the familiar voice. Your blood runs cold and your mind is screaming alarm bells.

“You’re awake.”

You blink away your tears rapidly to regain your vision. It takes you a few moments, but when you do you’re crying all over again.

Jungkook was before you, but it wasn’t just him before you that had you screaming and crying. It was the man, tall and smiling warmly, covered in blood. The irony smells hit your nostrils and your stomach churns. Your head whips around to your surroundings, unsure of just where the hell you’re at. Your wrist is bound behind you. You’re sitting on a wooden chair in a room unknown to you.

“I didn’t want you to see this but…” Jungkook sighs, trailing off. He steps away to show you what was behind him and the reason why he’s covered in blood. 

Your throat releases a horrified whimper, eyes wide with tears.

“I had to do it, baby.” Jungkook says with a shake of his head. “They weren’t real friends. They left you alone at a party where you were drugged!”

The lifeless body of both of your friends laid flat against the ground, blood covering their skin even more than it did Jungkook’s. You want to vomit at the horrifying scene but somehow manage not to.

“P-Please-”

“Don’t start with your shit!” Jungkook raises a bloody hand to silence you. “Listen to me.”

You flinch when Jungkook takes a step towards you, eyes closing ready for him to deliver the same fate as your friends.

Jungkooks eyes widen at the sight of you cowering before him.

“You think I would harm you?” Jungkook scoffs in disbelief. “Everything I have done has been…for you. For us.” Each word that releases from Jungkook’s mouth is a hiss. His eyes are wide and he appears utterly insane. “I saved you from being raped by that bastard! I got rid of the trash you call friends!” 

You jump when you hear banging coming from Jungkook, but you open your eyes to look. 

“You left me for what, Y/N? To be left alone at a party and drugged? These weren’t your friends.” Jungkook scoffs. He goes as far as to spit on the two girls you dare to call your friends. “You got a restraining order against me just for me to not be the bad guy.”

You scream when you feel a hand on your jaw. Jungkook shakes your head to force your eyes open. His hands feel wet and sticky, obviously with the blood of your friends. 

“I love you, Y/N.” Jungkook voice cracks as if he was the one that is hurting - as if you weren’t the one that had to witness the deceased body of your friends and an ex boyfriend declaring he did it for you. “Say it back….” Jungkook’s lips are soft when they kiss your cheeks. Your salty tears are warm against his lips. “...Say it back….” Jungkook continues.

“Fuck you!” you scream. You’re thrashing, kicking your feet to get Jungkook away from you. Your wrists are burning with your arms attempting to release them.

“Already did.” Jungkook laughs gleefully. He isn’t upset at your outburst. You’re a pure soul and he’s saddened that you had to see this - death of fake friends and learning the realization of your (almost) assault. “How could you not remember the way we made love, baby?”

Jungkook trails a hand on your covered stomach. You stopped your struggle at his words, eyes wide and tearful. 

“You were so wet for me, baby. You missed me just as much as I missed you.” Jungkook taps your stomach gently. “Soon the product of our love is going to grow.”

Jungkook’s eyes are shining with love - to you it was psychotic. Jungkook was insane. This wasn’t love - you heard him admit to raping you; there was no way you could consent while drugged. 

“No…” you shake your head at Jungkook’s words, but the man only nods. “...I hate you.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I hate you.” you repeat.

“Stop.” Jungkook hisses, eyebrows knitting. “How could you say that after-” “I hate you!” you scream in his face - and you repeat it again, again and again. You repeat it until Jungkook’s hand tangles into your hair and yanks it back. 

“Say you love me, Y/N.” Jungkook demands. “Say you’ll stay with me.”

Jungkook was crazy - there was no well in hell you would remain with a murderer. If you thought Jungkook was bad before, your thoughts on him have worsened now.

“I’ll never love you.”

Jungkook's heart thumps rapidly. Your words make his heart ache.

“You don’t mean that.” Jungkook shakes his head. His hand tightens itself in your hair. “You’re just upset. This is my fault. I should’ve taken you home.”

“I’ll never love you!” you hiss at him. 

Jungkook’s heart thumps again. His eyes stare into your own. 

You weren’t lying.

You hated him.

You feared him.

Your eyes weren’t lying, nor were the words coming from your mouth.

“I see.” Jungkook murmurs, dropping his hand from your hair. He takes a step back, tilting his head at you. “You’ll never love me again.” he states, more to himself than you. “If I cannot have your love, Y/N, then there is no reason for either of us to live.”

Your breathing increases at Jungkook’s words. He reaches into his jacket pocket, removing a pocket knife.

“I love you.” Jungkook’s crying now as he speaks. “Everything I did was for you!”

“Jungkook-”

“Don’t speak now.” Jungkook interrupts, pointing the knife at your throat. “You’ll never love me and I’ve accepted that.” Jungkook drops to his knee. He leans down to your face. You’re whimpering - and even now, Jungkook thinks you’re beautiful. It saddens him that this is what you chose. “Maybe…if we’re reborn…you and I can raise the child we spoke about.”

“Jung-”

Jungkook places his lips on yours - a final kiss he tells himself. He places the pocket knife onto your throat and slits it. It’s deep and he feels the blood rush out and squirts onto him. You cough into the kiss, and Jungkook isn’t far behind. He slits his own throat just as deep. He’s coughing, placing his head onto your lap, desiring to be just as close to you in death as he desired in life.

Your eyes snap open and a scream erupts from your lungs right when the loud and ringing noise of your alarm. Your hands grip your neck, heart pumping outside your chest. 

You’re in your room.

A shaky hand grabs your phone that was laid on the bedside table and turn off the alarm. It was titled “work”.

Your eyes watch as your phone displays the day of the week.

Friday.

8 A.M.

An hour before you had to be at work.

Was everything that happened to you…

“A dream?” your voice is hoarse and low. There’s goosebumps littering your skin and you’re visibly shaking.

You were having deja vu.

No, you did this already - you’re sure of it. 

Your dream began with you waking up just as you were now. Friday at 8 A.M.

Your feet kick the covers off of your body and swing to touch the cold, wooden floor. You winced at the impact, sending shivers up your spine. You didn’t need to think what was going to happen next. 

Your phone sounds suddenly. Color drained from your face. You knew who was calling you without having to look at the screen. You were reliving your dream. Could you call it a dream or vision?

Were you given a second chance at life?

You recall the way you declined the unknown number and proceed in getting ready for work. Jungkook was knocking at your door. You recalled the party you were invited to, your friends, Dean.

You scurry down the hall to your bathroom just as your stomach churns. You release the vomit into the toilet, clenching the side of it.

“What’s going on…” you murmur to yourself, flushing the toilet. There was no way you were reliving what you had dreamt.

You began to brush your teeth and wash your face, hands trembling.

You don’t go to the kitchen like you would usually when you wake up. If your dream was correct, Jungkook would be-

A sudden knock makes you yelp. You’re stiff in your spot, eyes wide.

In your dream, you told Jungkook that you wanted nothing to do with him. That the relationship was over.

You told Jungkook you hated him as he stands before you, covered in blood.

You could feel the way the knife rips through your throat, unable to breath or help yourself.

“Open the door Y/N.”

Jungkook’s voice frightens you.

Your breathing becomes heavy.

Your dream was becoming a reality - if it was ever a dream. 

‘Maybe…if we’re reborn…you and I can raise the child we spoke about.’

Jungkook’s last words replay in your head while the hair on your skin raises. 

Before your mind thinks, your feet are moving. You slam the door open, eyes wide at Jungkook. He stands straighter at seeing you after a month.

“Y/N…are you okay?” Jungkook wants to hug you. You appear to be seconds away from crying and it causes his heart to thump.

“Jungkook…” you trail off, voice cracking.

“Y/N…baby…” Jungkook takes a step closer.

You wrap your arms around Jungkook, crashing into his chest. 

Jungkook’s distraught, but he doesn’t push you away. He wraps his arms around you and presses his nose into your hair, inhaling your sweet scent. 

Your hands clench his shirt, trembling. 

You didn’t want to die.

You didn’t want your friends to die.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook murmurs after a sweet moment of having you in his arms. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.” you sob.

 Your mind is screaming at you to run. To push him away. There was a possibility that you could do things right - not go to a party and meet Dean. You can just go to work and home.

However, you’re tired. You’re tired of the phone calls and having to constantly look over your shoulder. There was a possibility that you could face the same fate as the dream.

“P-Please s-stay with me.” you stutter out.

Jungkook's heart pounds with excitement. “Really?” he gently pushes you back to look at your face. You’re crying, tears streaming down your puffy cheeks. “Don’t cry, baby. I love you.” he wipes your tears, a small smile on your lips. 

You nod your head at him. You step back and allow him to follow you in. 

Jungkook closes the door behind him. He leans down to kiss your lips. 

Jungkook sighs into the kiss. He missed your soft lips.

“I promise, baby, I’ll be better.” Jungkook murmurs against your lips. “I don’t want to lose you.”

You swallow the lump in your throat. “I don’t want to lose you.” you murmur to him.

You’re unsure if this decision was the correct one, but you were far too frightened to see what an angered Jungkook would do to you in this reality if you denied him.

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Winning you

Story: It's Wanda's birthday and Y/N is trying to win her over Vision… ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV It's Wanda's birthday today and Y/N's been super excited for it. She's planned a lot of things for the day and plans to finally confess her feelings for the witch at the end of it.

Y/N has a huge crush on Wanda ever since she met her. She's been wanting to tell her for a long time, but every time she's tried something happened, so hopefully she'll finally tell her tonight.

But Y/N is not the only one who has a crush on Wanda. There's also Vision who always happens to somehow drag Wanda away when her and Y/N are spending time together.

According to Y/N's plan, she starts with making breakfast for the birthday girl. She makes some pancakes, knowing Wanda loves them.

And once everything's ready, she picks everything up and starts walking upstairs to Wanda's room, meeting Vision half way through and receiving a not very nice look from him.

Y/N couldn't care less though. She's determined to win Wanda over for good.

As quietly as possible, she sets everything up on Wanda's desk, adding a little sweet note for Wanda when she wakes up.

Leaving Wanda's room again, she makes her way over to her own room to get ready for the day.

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Holding the first gift for Wanda, Y/N makes her way back to the kitchen. Wanda should hopefully be there soon.

"Someone's in a good mood today" Natasha teases, seeing her best friend walk into the kitchen.

"Mhm. You know well why, so stop teasing. The day needs to be perfect" Y/N states, taking a seat on the barstool to wait for Wanda to come.

"Wanda will have the perfect day with me, don't worry" Vision interrupts, a smug smile on his face.

Before Y/N can respond, Wanda steps into the kitchen, a bright smile on her face, making Y/N's worries go away immediately as she gets lost in Wanda's beauty.

"Yeah, sure" Wanda's sweet voice gets Y/N back to reality, her eyes widening when she sees Vision talking to her and handing the brunette a bouquet of roses.

Vision's quick to send Y/N a smirk when he turns around to walk aside. Y/N shakes it off, making her way over to Wanda, a warm smile on her face.

"Happy birthday, Wands!"

"Thank you" Wanda smiles, her cheeks turning red a little bit. "And thank you for the breakfast. It was delicious"

"That was nothing. I-I got you something" Y/N says, nervousness taking over her as she hands Wanda the box she's been holding.

She watches nervously as Wanda opens the box and gasps when she finds inside an entire The Dick Van Dyke Show sitcom collection.

"How… how did you know?" Wanda asks, trying to stop the tears that are filling her eyes as this sitcom reminds her of her childhood.

"You mentioned you used to watch it with your family when you were small, so I thought you might like it" Y/N explains, immediately getting pulled into a tight hug by the brunette.

"Thank you so much, Y/N/N" Wanda nearly whispers, giving Y/N a warm smile which Y/N returns.

"I. Hm. I-I was hoping that maybe you and I could have lunch together? I-I have planned something and-"

"Sorry to ruin that for you, but Wanda's already going out for lunch with me" Vision jumps in, cutting Y/N's sentence off.

"Oh… well, maybe when you come back we could spend some time together?"

"We'll go straight to Tony's party" Vision answers for Wanda who was about to say something. "Go get ready, darling. We should head out soon"

Vision rushes Wanda out of the kitchen, Wanda only having time to shoot Y/N an apologetic look.

Cursing under her breath Y/N watches as Vision disappears along with Wanda.

"He ruined everything, I planned a picnic for Wanda and he just needs to ruin it" Y/N sighs, looking at Natasha. "Why would he even take her out on lunch? He doesn't even eat food… Calm down, Y/N. You still can do it. Surely you'll have a chance to dance with her on the party. Then you'll take her on the balcony and give her the bracelet" Y/N takes a deep breath, calming herself down before turning around and going to her room, leaving an absolutely confused Natasha in the kitchen.

———

Spotting Wanda dancing with Vision Y/N heads straight to the bar, ordering a drink and taking a seat, watching the pair having fun.

But when two hours pass and Wanda is still with Vision, either dancing on sitting on the couch and sipping a drink, she stands up, deciding she needs some fresh air.

Tears fill her eyes as she sits down on the balcony, taking out of her purse the bracelet she bought for Wanda.

Wanda's always looked at this exact piece of jewelry every time they were passing the jewelry store and Y/N's been super excited to see Wanda's reaction once she would give it to her.

Thinking she completely lost her chance and Vision won Wanda's heart, the sweet voice speaks up behind her.

"There you are, I've been looking for you" Wanda says, taking a seat next to Y/N on which Y/N's quick to wipe away her tears. "What are you doing here all alone?"

"Just thinking" Y/N mumbles out, looking down on the ground to avoid any possible eye-contact with the witch. "Why are you here? It looked like you're having a good time with Vision"

"Well, having a good time is not how I would describe it" Wanda sighs.

"I… I have one more gift here for you. Can you close your eyes?" Y/N mumbles out a requests.

And just like Y/N wanted, Wanda closes her eyes, so Y/N takes Wanda's hand in hers, putting on the bracelet.

"Y/N" Wanda sighs. "This is too much. It's really beautiful and I really wanted it, but I know the price. I can't take it"

"Wanda, I'm not going to return it. I know how much you liked it and I want you to have it… I like the green gemstone in it, matches your beautiful eyes" Y/N smiles, noticing the pink color on Wanda's cheeks.

Instead of getting a verbal response, Wanda connects her lips with Y/N's. She's been wanting to do this for as long as Y/N has and today only proved her right… that Y/N feels the same way.

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY WANDA!!! <33

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[heavenlyvision]

Home

Pairing: Syzoth (Reptile) x afab!reader

Wc: 1.6k

I got horny for the lizard man, sorryyyyyyyy <333 there is far too little content of him and i thought i would fix it :3 ENJOY !!!

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, pwp, established relationship, minor somnophilia (consensual), cunnilingus, p in v penetration, creampie, who taught the lizard man the c word, no use of y/n or pronouns, that’s all !!

MDNI | SMUT UNDER THE CUT

It has been a long few days, you’ve been waiting for Syzoth to come visit you. He spends most of his days in outworld but ever since you started dating, he makes regular trips here and stays with you in your apartment for days at a time. You even gave him his own key, so he can come and go as he pleases, you tell him often to think of it as his second home, but you don’t know if he sees it that way.

He had promised to be back tonight, or at least he promised he would try to be back tonight but it’s getting late, and you don’t know how much longer you can stay up waiting. You’ve already had a coffee, but it didn’t do much, you’re far too run down from work. You really miss him though and you’re actively fighting against your own body, eyes slipping shut before you jolt awake suddenly.

When your eyes slip shut for the tenth time, you realise you aren’t going to be able to stay awake for him. So, you get up from the lounge and tuck into bed, carefully listening for the sounds of him coming home. You don’t last long awake though, drifting to sleep almost as soon as your head hits your pillow.  

While you sleep, you feel… good. You’re thinking about Syzoth, of how nicely he fills you, how strong his arms are while he holds you down. It feels so real, the pleasure, it’s creeping up your spine and you shock yourself awake when you moan. You’re flat on your back and it takes you a few moments to register Syzoth between your thighs with his mouth on your pussy. He groans into you when he realises you’ve woken up, the vibrations run through your core and your cunt flutters around his tongue.

His arms are wrapped around your thighs and holding you open, his face pushed into your cunt, his tongue so far inside you that you’re seeing stars. You’re so sleepy and so wet, your pussy making obscene noises with how he laps at you. Your head rolls back along with your eyes, gasped whines leave your lips, your head swimming with the pleasure he’s giving you.

“I –hah– I missssed you,” you manage to huff out.

He only growls into you, not willing to part from your cunt. He’s too consumed by how wet you are, how good you smell, he would pull away to share the same sentiments, but he can’t, not until you cum in his mouth. He needs it, bad.

Your hand slides into his short hair, not pulling, just resting on his head, wanting to feel that he’s real. It feels like he pushes your legs apart more, bending you, stuffing his face into your cunt more. Animalistic sounds exiting him as he fucks his tongue into you, his nose pressed into your clit.

He eats you messily, your slick getting everywhere, on his face, down his chin, it’s running down your ass and onto the sheet of your bed. It’s starting to feel so good that you try to pull away from him, but his grip is tight and the groan he lets out tells you he’s displeased with your attempts to wiggle away.

Your breaths come harder and faster, your thighs twitch by his head and he makes a noise of excitement, incredibly ready for you to cum into his mouth, on his tongue. His tongue, it’s going to kill you, he’s ravenous for you and the way he’s fucking into you is going to have you seeing God early.

Your hands move to the headboard above you, pushing yourself down into him, he spreads you wider at it, raising himself up a bit, your waist bends with it. Your hips wiggle into him, trying to grind into his face, he slurps at your cunt, and you flush at the noises. He’s moaning into you, licking into your hole desperately, knowing you’re so close to cumming.

You gasp suddenly as your orgasm rips through you, his name choked out with the sounds you make. Syzoth growls into you happily, drinking down your cum, his arms holding you as open as he can get you. He pulls back but only to lick at your skin, he licks your slick from your inner thighs, from everywhere it leaked. When he stops, he still doesn’t pull away, he rests your lower half back on the bed properly but then lays his head against your inner thigh, nuzzling into you.

He presses a soft kiss to your thigh, his tongue licking at you lightly as he pulls away, “I missed you too.”

You’re still slightly dazed from your orgasm, blood pumping in your ears, you feel far away “When’d you get back?”

“Not long before you woke up,” he hums at you, his nose pressing into your skin and sniffing.

Your laugh is airy, “And you thought to give me head first?”

“Could smell you as soon as I walked inside,” he presses another kiss to your skin, “Couldn’t help myself…” He trails his lips up your body, pressing a full kiss to your lips when he reaches your face, “You smelled so good, needed to have you cumming in my mouth.”

You gasp at his words, heat flushing your skin, he takes the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth. His lips pulling the air from your lungs, your head dizzy. Your arms loop around his neck, pulling him to you, your legs wrap around his hips. His erection presses into your core, and you moan into the kiss.

He doesn’t part from your mouth, too lost in your kiss but he does move a hand to his pants, shimmying them down enough to free his cock. You’re so focused on how he’s kissing you that you don’t take any notice until he’s pressing the head of his dick into you. A keening moan leaves you as he slowly pushes inside. The stretch a lot, your cunt grips him tight, the only thing easing the glide is how wet and messy you are.

You pull back from his mouth, panted moans are huffed against his lips, his own growls leaving him as he slides home. His pelvis presses to yours and the primal sound he makes has your cunt clenching on him, your stomach fluttering with arousal.

He leans down onto his forearms, pressing into you as tightly as he can get, his mouth right by your ear. All the sounds he makes are crystal clear, they send shockwaves through you, your pussy dripping for him. He pulls back minutely before slamming back into you, his cock filling you so perfectly, you’ve been wishing he were here since he left, so needy for him.

“I was only gonna –ngh– gonna smell you, but when I pressed my face into your cunt, you –nghh– you moaned and I couldn’t ­­–mmph– help myself,” he admits to you.

Your fingers claw at his upper back, “It’s –hah– fine, I l–liked it –ngh–”

His body is pressed as tight as he can get to you, his hips piston into you, his thrusts shallow but harsh. The strength behind them earth shattering, your pussy quivers around him, your eyes crossing as you moan out his name.

He’s desperate, normally he’d fuck you fully, he’d fuck you with the intention of pulling you apart for him but tonight he can’t think straight. He was shocked by the complete need that overwhelmed him when he walked into your apartment. The scent of you sending him into a frenzy, his cock almost immediately hard at it.

“Shouldn’t have left –hah– should’ve been here –mmph– should’ve been between your legs –nghh–” his words are spoken between thrusts; his cock is devastating you.

Your stomach turns in on itself, your mind shattering with how close you are, “Sy–” you try warning him but are cut off by a whine.

“I know, you’re good, I’ve got you,” he presses a wet kiss to your cheek while he keeps fucking into you, his fat cock pulling you apart by your very being.

Your nails dig into the fabric of his shirt and pitiful whines leave you as you cum, sounds that Syzoth loves, he moans every time he hears them, his cock jerking inside you. Your cunt grips him tight, and he chokes, growled sounds leaving him as he cums with you.

His cock is twitching, emptying his cum into you, “Love how well you take me –mmph– how good you look full of my cum –nngh–” He pushes his cock into you completely, keeping you full of him, his hips grind into you to ride out your highs.

His hips slow but he can’t help but jerk into you every now and again, every time he does, your pussy spasms on him and he sighs a moan at it. He slumps into you slightly, breathing heavily into your neck, you feel so light and heavy at the same time, you can’t even think about moving right now.

As much as you love having him on you, he’s starting to get heavy, “Could you roll off me, please?”

He rumbles out his disagreement, “No. Need to keep my cum inside you.”

Your reaction is visceral, your cunt clenches on him against your will, your heart rate raising. Syzoth hums into your skin, you can feel his smile against you. His hips start to lazily grind into you, his cock hardening again.

His tongue licks up the length of your neck, “Let’s see just how full of my cum you can get, mmm?”

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#visions blurb #mk1 smut #smut #fanfic #syzoth x reader #syzoth x you #syzoth x reader smut #syzoth x you smut #syzoth mk #syzoth smut #mk1 reptile

[seriouslycalamitous]

Pac better be moronsexual otherwise my favorite cube is done for. No way he brought up the WEATHER.

We were so worried about Fit bringing in angst that we forgot to consider the possibility of a skill issue.

#the WEATHER #ARE YOU KIDDING ME #Pac needs to be so moronsexual to overlook that #I need Pac to be the type of cube to tunnel vision only hear the important shit #fit: yeah the weather’s great and your outfits are great and i’m in love with you and the temperature outside is great and #pac: YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH ME? #i’m writing a fanfic in these tags atp #qsmp #hideduo #fitpac #qsmp fitmc #qsmp pactw

[aurae-rori]

I HAD AN AVENTIO VISION

imagine aventurine driving recklessly in a speedy car and ratio holding on for dear fucking life shouting "OH MY FUCKING GOD" as they drive away from the police because aventurine did something SO fucking illegal. GAS GAS GAS I'M GONNA STEP ON THE GAS-

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[teapartyprincess4two]

Arranged- M. Sturniolo

pairing: Queen!Reader x King!Matt

classification: Royal AU- angst, smut, fluff

series warnings: 18+, MDNI, literal sex, no use of y/n, arranged marriage, mention of deceased parents, arguing

series summary: Two completely different kingdoms, separated by nothing but the ocean, are about to be permanently joined as their two leaders are forced into an arranged marriage.

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Teaser

I. Inheritance

II. Powerful

III. Arrival

IV. Engagement

V. Illusion

VI. Knowledge

VII. Consequences

VIII. Regret

IX. Deliver

X. Undeniable

Epilogue

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A/n: *subject to change*

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[springdandelixn]

One for Two

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42863505

Vision x F!Reader x Loki

Summary: Childhood Best Friends, Vision and Loki, share everything. Even you.

Warnings: 18+ content, smut, double penetration, double creampie, threesome, tell me if I missed any. Heed the warnings, my loves

Yooooooo! I have entered the realm of no return HAHAHA! Vision and Loki are two of my main boys and damn things just got spicy. I do ask you to be kind because I’ve never written threesomes before and this is un-betad so I do think this would be sloppy.

Although this is just a drabble, your comments and likes are highly appreciated. Though re-blogging would help this story flourish even further. Shoutout to @mochie85​​, an unhinged writer who encouraged another unhinged writer hahaha! Anyway, I hope you enjoy! 💛💚

Your fingers curl against Vision’s chest as you slowly impale yourself on his cock, moaning softly, your breath hitching with the way your walls stretch from his size. He’s very much blessed, thick and long, and your body seems to not have gotten used to it, making each time painful yet pleasurable. 

He sits himself in you to the hilt and you bow your head, closing your eyes as you allow yourself to adjust. He hums and you let out a small smile when you feel his hand caress your side, fingers tickling your back in the process before pulling you down to have you rest against his chest. 

“Are you feeling alright, Darling?” He asks and you nod, your eyes fluttering open to face him, taking in his handsome features; disheveled blond hair, bright blue eyes, thin lips that are etched with worry, having you lean forward to press a chaste kiss against them. 

“Yes.” You respond. “You’re just really big—” You blush from the way he chuckles, his hand moving away from your back to cup your face, pulling you into a soft kiss. 

Your hands move to grab his shoulders when he begins to rock his hips, in and out, moving at an easy rhythm, and you can’t help the moan you breathe into his mouth at how wonderful you feel each time he’s inside of you. 

His pace gradually increases, his hands grabbing your hips, keeping you pressed against him and you feel him bending his knees as he thrusts faster, his low groans filling your ears that mix with your moans and the sound of your skins slapping against each other. 

“Started without me?” You hear Loki call from behind, turning your head to face him before shutting your eyes tight when Vision’s cock probes against your sweet spot. “Traitors.” He adds but you know he’s teasing. 

“You were taking too long.” Vision grunts from underneath you, his hips unrelenting despite Loki’s interruption. 

Loki chuckles and you push yourself up to sit on Vision, bouncing against him instead and gasping when you feel him sink deeper, your hooded eyes meeting the mischievous ones of Loki’s before leaning over when he kneels beside you and kisses your lips. 

You moan into Loki’s mouth when Vision’s hands cup your breasts, squeezing them, thumbs rolling against your taut nipples as you move against him, relishing in the feel of his hands on your body and Loki’s lips devouring you. You then gasp when Vision gives you a hard thrust, pulling away from Loki and pressing your hands against Vision’s chest as you feel your body weaken. 

Loki is gone when you turn back to him but then you feel his hand rest on your back, pushing you down to Vision’s chest once more, the space behind you on the bed dipping from his weight, and you hum when you feel his hot and heavy cock press against the small of your back, moaning soon after when he teases your ass with his tip. 

You’re panting hard and release a strangled groan as Loki slowly pushes himself through your ass, inch by torturous inch, your hands clenching against Vision’s chest from the fullness of having both their cocks in you. 

“S-so full—” You whine. 

“You can take it, Love,” Loki whispers against your skin. 

“You’re so good at taking us both.” Vision adds and you yelp when his hand slaps against your ass, Loki laughing after, copying Vision and slapping your other cheek.

You feel Loki trace kisses down your spine and gasp when he pushes himself fully within, a whine leaving your lips when he slowly pulls back only to ram himself back and begin thrusting in you with hunger. 

Both men take you, thrusting in sync, claiming you as theirs and you succumb to the pleasure they deliver, taking it with open arms and pressing it to your skin, to your soul, your walls on both sides clenching hard against their cocks that they moan in unison and you bask in the feeling of having them at your mercy while they have you in theirs. 

Loki’s mouth latches between your shoulder blades, sucking harshly on the skin as he fucks you hard and fast, moaning loudly as his tip slides deeper within while Vision claims your lips, devouring you with his mouth in a passionate kiss, your pussy a soaking mess as he relentlessly thrusts in you, walls clenching around him as you feel your muscles tighten.

They both turn feral, hands grabbing your body, fingers digging into your skin that you know would have bruises the next day but you don’t care, you love the way your body bares their marks. You love seeing it in the mirror and you love how they look at you in satisfaction with their work of how they both wrecked you.  

Loki’s lips detach from your skin and you gasp when he squeezes your ass before spreading them apart, his cock stilling and you feel the moisture of his spit rim around your hole, pulling away from Vision’s kiss as your head throws back when Loki resumes his pace, pounding himself harder that your body jolts against Vision’s chest. 

“You feel so good, love,” Loki murmurs against your spine. “You take us so well.”

His hands grab at your shoulders as he rocks you against him, Vision’s hands clamping down on your waist as he thrust up in you, your body tightening deliciously even further, feeling the coil within you tighten more and more, your heart jumping in your throat as you try to move against them, seeking more friction as you seek for your release. 

“C-close—” You mutter, burying your face in Vision’s neck, his hand resting on the base of your head, whispering your name against your ear. 

“So perfect,” 

Their pace syncs once more, their cocks rubbing you perfectly, hitting you at just the right angle, just the right spot. Loki groans lowly and you feel his hair tickle your back, hands pressed on both sides of Vision’s head. They both then thrust hard at once, burying themself deep within and the dam within you finally breaks, turning into a moaning mess as you come hard, your body shaking as your climax consumes you, filling you in ecstasy. 

They come at the same time as you, their low groans filling the room, filling your ears as they fill you with their seeds, making you feel fuller as their essence stain your walls, your own coating Vision’s, who begins chanting your name like a prayer, a goddess that he worships.

You rest your head against his shoulder, panting hard, ass and cunt hugging their cocks as your body eases down from your high. A sated smile graces your lips when you feel Vision press a kiss on your hair, his hand caressing your sides gently and you turn your head when you feel Loki’s chest on your back, smiling back at him, a sex-hazed grin on his lips before leaning over to kiss it. 

“So perfect,” Loki echoes Vision’s words when he pulls away. “Our perfect girl.”

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[hellfire--cult]

Eddie Munson x Cosplayer!Fem!Reader

18+ MDNI sexual tension and possible smutty filthy part 2 for this

I just needed to show my nerdyness with all of you and I can assure you that Eddie would get fixated with a cosplayer, and much more if she dresses of the stuff he likes.

I will link pictures of the stuff I mention that you people might not know of, but I put descriptive information to the outfits and cosplays.

Plot: Eddie hates conventions, never went to one even, but a certain cosplayer changes his idea of it.

remember to reblog pls thank u.

Cosplay for me

Eddie Munson was never a person to go to conventions.

He never went to one before, in his life. He was never interested in them, but it was because he believed it was too crowded and he was told many times that there is always a putrid smell from sweat. Of course, there’s also memes about it online, so he always thought conventions were dirty, and he decided to never go to one.

That is until Mike Wheeler falls sick and Dustin has an extra ticket for Indiana Comic-Con. Dustin knew there was absolutely no chance with Steve, and Mike was the only one of the bunch that had his license. Eddie always cursed at Dustin for not having a driving license at the ripe age of 18, but the younger man always says he doesn’t really like the idea of driving. 

So he makes everyone chaperone him around.

That’s why Eddie was now in line to go into the building with a very excited Dustin Henderson next to him.

“There’s so much DnD stuff in here Eddie… There are limited editions of stuff too, like figurines with lots of discounts on anything you like!” Eddie just rolls his eyes at his friend, wanting anything but to look at stuff in the stands. 

“You told me that already…” He looked around to see the different types of crowds. You had kids, adults, teenagers and even elderly. He was surprised to see a couple dressed up as Leia and Han Solo and that’s when he noticed the amount of cosplayers that were there. Some of them you could guess it was their first one, and some were extremely detailed, surprising Eddie completely. 

When they finally got inside, Eddie tilted his head with confusion as he thought everything was going to be crowded, but it was very spacious and there were many areas of the different stands, people actually having some respect to not push through to look at stuff. He looked at Dustin who was mesmerized as he looked all around and then his eyes widened as he spotted the sponsor he wanted to show Eddie.

“Look Eds!” Eddie looked at where Dustin was pointing at and his eyes widened as he looked at the stand that was filled with DnD figurines, dice, boards, and everything you could possibly get for the game to be even more thrilling. He was magnetized towards it and he had to hold himself back as he looked all over the merchandise. He settled for a squishy 20 dice that looked cool with all the red and black swirls and then for a resin one that had liquid inside and a moving ball with sparkles in the middle.

“Fucking sick…” Dustin smiled at his friend as they kept walking to the other stands. Eddie was not that excited for the rest of the things his younger friend was showing him, but he couldn’t deny that the small businesses made stuff that official merchandise doesn’t have. He looked towards the Netflix sponsor that was in the crowdest part of the building, frowning at it.

“What are you looking at?” Dustin asked as he followed Eddie’s gaze to see what he was staring at.

“I don’t know, something about a new show being aired soon. Didn’t catch its name. Something about things.” He shrugged as he kept walking and Dustin followed right behind. The next part Dustin was excited to see was the gaming area. 

Eddie didn’t have enough money to get a nice gaming pc, but it was decent enough, so he didn’t mind going into that area to look at the new releases and the many components you could buy for your PC. His eyes caught onto a large mousepad that had the eye of Sauron in the middle of it and he didn’t even hesitate when he purchased it. Dustin bought a new gaming mouse for himself and they left the area contently.

“You still hate conventions?” Dustin asks with a wiggle of eyebrows as they head outside for Eddie to have a smoke. The metalhead rolls his eyes as he puts down his bags to get a cigarette in between his lips and light it up, blowing the smoke into the open air.

“It does smell weird Dustin… One time is enough for me.” Eddie says and Dustin could only sigh at how hopeless his friend was. He really thought Eddie would like going to a convention with him because Eddie was into all of this stuff. 

“Really? Nothing appealed to you?”

“It’s the same sh–” And his eyes caught sight of something white that was walking through the crowd. His heart got caught in his throat as he saw the most beautiful thing he’s seen this whole day and nothing could beat it. The long white hair falling down her back, the elf ears picking out of it on the sides, the elf silver crown over her head, the white dress falling down her body as she kept walking.

Galadriel. From Lord of The Rings.

“Eddie?” Dustin followed his gaze until it finally landed on the Galadriel cosplayer, making him smile proudly. “Oh, that’s actually a famous cosplayer.” 

“What?” Eddie snaps his head towards Dustin and the younger boy keeps nodding and he finally says your real name. 

“She is very good with her fantasy themed cosplays. Here, I’ll give you her instagram.” Eddie didn’t even doubt it for a second as he handed Dustin his phone in order to look you up. His eyes bulged out of his skull as he browsed over your profile. 

There were armor cosplays, DnD cosplays, Legend of Zelda cosplays, some a little more explicit than the others, but it wasn’t bad. He gulped as he stared at one of your League of Legends cosplay. You were dressed as Miss Fortune, and your cleavage was making your breasts really pop out from the edges. He was almost drooling and he remembered he was with Dustin, hitting the follow button and remembering to keep stalking your profile later on. 

You were taking pictures with people and Eddie noticed how you were acting exactly like the character you were cosplaying as. Graceful and calm. Dustin laughed when a group of men, dressed as hobbits, ran over to you to take a picture and Eddie couldn’t help but smile as you all stood in character for the picture. He was amazed at the dedication which was even more than just putting a costume on. 

“Does she always go to conventions?” Eddie asks his friend and Dustin caught onto it, knowing Eddie had finally found something that interests him in the event. 

“She’s always invited. I said she was famous. She has a stand most likely if you want to go meet her and get a picture…” Dustin tries and Eddie immediately shakes his head, taking a puff out of his cigarette. 

“Nah, I’m good.”

He probably spent a good hour stalking all of your photoshoot pictures when he got home. 

He noticed that you also cosplayed stuff from many games and movies, and he almost died when he saw you in a Tomb Raider costume. You had over 52k followers on Instagram, and now he understood why Dustin said you were famous. You were a Cosplay Influencer, but you seemed genuine in your stories, and he couldn’t help but smile as you reposted many stories of people that took a picture with you as Galadriel. 

He kind of cursed at himself for not being able to be brave enough to get a picture with you. He didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of Dustin… Though he kind of knew that his younger friend realized that he had hearts eyes for you the moment you walked out in the court. 

He wondered if he would ever have the chance to meet you, maybe even help you in a way. That’s when he saw the donation button in your Instagram page. It said that you were grateful for everyone’s collaboration and that every penny goes into her cosplays and into the fundraiser for Kids with Epilepsy she donates to. Eddie wondered if that was indeed true, because many influencers lie about that stuff.

For some reason though, he really did believe you had a kind soul.

So he donated what he could afford, which was only five dollars– but it was something.

He didn’t have to wonder if you were a kind soul for long. There was an Anime Convention being held in a couple of weeks, and you posted in your feed that you were invited and was going to have a stand to sell prints of your pictures and get to know everyone that wanted to take a picture with her. 

It was a coincidence that Dustin had another free ticket this time saying that he thought Mike liked anime, but it turns out that he didn’t and now he didn’t know what to do with that extra ticket. Eddie wasn’t going to pass the chance and took it without a second thought in mind.

He wasn’t a fan of anime, but the amount of ass and tits that he saw as he entered the building was insane. He knew there were very explicit animes out there, but what he didn’t know was that people dared to cosplay them in public. He almost wanted to cover Dustin’s eyes, often forgetting that his friend is no longer fourteen years old. 

“Holy fuck…” Eddie mumbles out as his eyes went from breasts, to asses, to another pair of breasts–

“Yeah, this is what you’ve been missing out on all these years. I told Steve to come so many times because trust me, I know he would love it.” Dustin chuckles as Eddie follows suit. He knew that Steve was a flirt, and yes, he was stupid for saying no to Dustin. Screw him now because Eddie was the one to always second Dustin to conventions now.

“I don’t know anything about what they’re dressed as…” He points at a few girls that are dressed with very tiny strings and underwear with a lot of plastic armor around them. “But fuck that’s hot.”

“That’s Kill la Kill.” 

“Dustin… I don’t care…” Dustin couldn’t help but laugh, nodding at Eddie to keep moving. He kept walking as his eyes couldn’t stop looking all over the place, not looking at where he was going, only for him to run into someone, plastic crashing onto his chin as he yelped in pain and stepped back in order to hold it. 

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” A muffled voice says, and he looks at the person he ran into, only to see a girl dressed in a black tight motorbike suit that fits her body like a glove. The zipper on her chest was pulled down slightly for her cleavage to show and he almost kept his stare there, but he snapped out as the girl moved and his eyes looked up to see her wearing a yellow cat bike helmet, a very black visor at front and the cat ears pointing up. Eddie can pretty much guess that’s what hit his chin.

“Yeah, don’t– Don’t worry about it.” Dustin immediately got in between them both and handed his phone to Eddie.

“Holy shit, your Celty cosplay is so perfect! Can I have a picture with you?” A muffled giggle was heard behind the helmet and she nodded. Eddie got the camera app out on Dustin’s phone as the girl and him got in position for the picture and Eddie almost laughed at how Dustin was taking his tongue out as she poked his cheek with her black latex glove. Eddie took the picture and handed the phone to Dustin.

“Thank you! And sorry again pretty boy!” She says to Eddie and he was taken aback by how straightforward she was as she skipped away. 

“I love that character, and her cosplay was fucking spot on.” Dustin looked at the picture with a smile to his face and put his phone back into his pocket. Eddie believed that taking pictures with cosplayers that were just minding their own business as they walked was a little bit embarrassing, but they didn’t seem to mind, but kind of seemed delighted by it. Dustin explained to him that cosplayers don’t have to be bothered if seen eating or resting, or if you see them heading for a bathroom. 

Eddie nodded in acknowledgement at that as they kept walking, and he watched Dustin purchase many figurines from animes he liked, and Eddie wasn’t going to lie but there was a particular figure he found interest in. It was a demon looking guy with big black wings, an apple in one hand and he was hunched over.

“Who’s this?”

“That’s Ryuk, he’s from Death Note. I told you to watch that one, you will like it.” Eddie hums in approval, and he acknowledges Dustin’s recommendation noting to watch that later. 

When he finally reaches the cosplayer gallery… His jaw almost drops to the floor. 

There stood that Celty cosplay girl only this time, her helmet was off. 

You were smiling as you signed pictures of yourself as people purchased them from your stand. He cursed at himself for not knowing it was you the person he ran into an hour ago because if he knew, he would have gotten a picture with you as well. 

“Wanna go say hi to her?” Dustin asks as he smirks up at his friend and Eddie just scoffs, shaking his head.

“No. She is just your typical internet influencer, asking for donations for–” He blinked in surprise when he saw a few people walking over to you with shirts that said something in the back. You were smiling wildly as you excitedly talked to all of them. All of these people were grown adults, a few elderly ones, and when he squinted his eyes he could see what the shirts said in the back.

‘Epilepsy Foundation’

They were all purchasing prints for you as you tried to decline it, not wanting these people to buy stuff from you as you shook your head. They all still purchased a picture for you, and then when they all got together for a picture that another cosplayer helped take for all of you, he saw these people with bands over their foreheads that said your name. Eddie’s heart warmed immediately as he saw you wiping a tear away as these people clapped for you. There wasn’t a camera on sight to catch that moment, making it more intimate and more genuine.

“Dustin… I think I fell in love.”

Eddie became a fan.

He knew it and he didn’t care. You were kind, amazing, beautiful and selfless. He was waiting for the next convention to happen in town knowing there were a few ones that were small, just for the people around the area. He also donated any time he could, even if it were two dollars, or three, maybe sometimes ten, but it was always something. 

He was now laying on his bed, scrolling through tik tok and that’s when he got the notification of you going live on Instagram. His eyes almost bulged out of his skull and he immediately, desperately, pressed onto the notification, directing it straight to your live. He almost sighed out in happiness as he saw your face coming onto the screen. There was little to nothing of makeup on your face and he was just mesmerized as you greeted everyone.

He deliberated if to say hi to you or not. He gulped as he typed out a small ‘Hey’ and a smiley face which made him cringe and delete it. Would it be too cold? He wasn’t believing that you would see it anyways, so he just sent it like that. You were still greeting people and your eyes perked up suddenly.

“Oh, hi Eddie! Thank you for donating all this time, I am grateful for that!” 

He couldn’t believe it as he quickly sat up on his bed. His heart was in his throat as he stared at the screen completely speechless. You acknowledged him. You noticed his username is the same one he uses for the donation app. You know about him and… Fuck did he have cringey photos in his instagram feed? He knows he has one with Steve and then one with Dustin but he doesn’t know if–

What makes him think you stalked his instagram page? He shook his head at the thought and took a deep breath in as he typed in another message. You were talking about your upcoming events and he pressed send to his message.

‘Hopefully I have the balls to ask for your picture this time.’

Another message he doesn’t think you will see with over five hundred people watching your live, and that thought was proved wrong once more when you giggled as you fake gasped with a hand over your chest.

“Am I that scary? Also, how’s your chin?” 

Eddie’s jaw fell open, instantly. Holy fucking shit. Holy flying fuck. You remembered him. You remembered him from when he ran into you with Dustin a month ago… You stalked his instagram profile. You did. You obviously fucking did. It seems that you noticed your mistake because he saw how your face flushed as you tried changing subject back to the next event you will be attending. 

He was speechless right now. He was sure that there were many people donating hundreds, way more money than he was able to give out, yet you noticed him for some reason? What does it mean? Why does he feel hopeful? What for? He gulped as he looked at the screen, and confidence rose up in his chest as he wrote the following message.

‘You forgot to kiss it better.’

And his confidence only grew when you responded to him again with a smile to your face.

“Well, remind me of that at the next con.”

He was pissed. 

He was extremely pissed. 

He was being dragged here and there at the convention because it wasn’t just Dustin this time. Mike and Will came along and he didn’t want to leave them alone because they were acting like little kids all over again, going from stand to stand, from game to game, and all Eddie wanted to do was to rush towards the Cosplayer Alley to be able to meet you. 

“I am hungry.” Mike voices out as he doesn’t even ask for the group’s approval as he walks out to the food court that was outside. Eddie groans heavily as his anger just keeps raising up, and he gets the cigarettes out of his pocket and tells Dustin to just stay put at the hot dog stand. He walked away from the tables people were sitting at eating just to be respectful for the smoke and then, when he was about to light up his cigarette, a small voice was heard from behind him.

“Hey… Can I have a smoke?” 

He turned around to clash eyes with colored lenses that were in a blue tone. White hair dripped down again, but this time a half braid was around the head and towards the back. A white dress that had black dragon wings at the torso that held a white cape over her shoulders. 

“Well shit, I can’t believe Daenerys Targaryen is asking for a smoke.” Eddie was surprised he could make a joke as you finally giggle, a smile spreading over your lips, walking closer to him. His hands were shaking as he held onto his pack and opened it for you to take one stick out. You put it on your lips and he raised the lighter up as you leaned forward to light the cigarette up. After a long inhale, you finally let it out, a curtain of smoke filling the air above you.

“Yeah… This costume is… doing something today and I needed to relax a bit.” You say shyly as you look down towards the floor. Eddie’s heart was beating out of his throat, taking a drag out of his own cigarette this time as he looked at you. He looked behind him to see a beverage stand, licking his lips as he squinted his eyes and then back at you.

“You want a beer?” He didn’t even know if you liked beer, but he felt cupid shooting another arrow towards his chest when you looked up at him excitedly with a nod. 

“I would like that…” You both walk to the stand to get a can of beer each, and you giggle as you guide Eddie to move to the back of the stand so that no one could see you in your cosplay having alcohol and smoking.

“So secretive.” Eddie says and he didn’t even care if the others couldn’t find him anymore. Hell, they can get lost and he will most definitely ditch them if it meant to have a moment with you alone. You giggle as you squinted slightly at his face, biting your bottom lip in thought.

“What’s… your name?” You asked it with a hint of doubt behind it but Eddie didn’t notice it, or didn’t think too much of it.

“I’m Eddie–”

“I KNEW IT!” Eddie's heart jumped out of his mouth at your scream, his eyes widening as he looked at you who was looking at him with the brightest of smiles. “I knew it was you! You are Eddie!”

“I mean, I am Eddie…” His confidence was skyrocketing again. You remembered him, definitely, from his face to his hair, and you even recognized him from just instagram pictures, which only led Eddie to wonder… How many times have you looked at them?

“The guy who doesn’t dare to take a picture with me.” You smirk as you take a sip of your beer while looking at him. He scoffs as he rolls his eyes at you, but happiness was just blossoming inside of him as he looked at you.

“I do dare, I just don’t do this convention shit so I was embarrassed at first.” You hum at his words, taking a drag out of the cigarette. 

“If you don’t like them, why do you attend?” You ask him with a tilt of your head, completely confused by his response. He was speechless, his worst stumbling out of his mouth as he thought of an excuse other than just blurting out ‘Because of you’.

“M-My buddy always needs someone to accompany him… For support.” At that you made an ‘Oh’ sound, giving him a nod in understanding.

“The guy that I took a picture with when I smashed your chin?” You ask with a giggle and he felt like dying at the sound of your lovely voice. He chuckles, nodding down at you as he takes a sip of his beer.

“Yep.”  You seemed like you wanted to say something to him but you held back, taking a sip out of your beer and Eddie could feel you ogling him over your cup. He wanted to ask the gods above if this was a trick of theirs, a stupid joke or a trial he had to go through because it wasn’t possible that a girl like you was looking at him with desire. It was impossible.

“Really… Then why did you come here if your friend… is with friends?” You were smirking now as he snapped out of his trance and you gave him a nod towards his back, making him turn around only to see Dustin laughing along with Mike and Will as they sat on a table eating their corn dogs. He winced in embarrassment as he turned to face you again.

“I am their ride.” He lied. He offered to be the ride. Mike told him there was no need, but Eddie refused. 

“And you are drinking?” 

“One beer isn’t going to kill me.” Eddie replies back and you were now looking at him, a small smile on your lips and Eddie had one thought only at that moment. One that he never thought of having. A thought that just came to him and now he realizes it has been a fantasy ever since he saw you.

He wants to fuck you in one of your cosplays.

“Oh… thought you were coming to finally ask to take a picture with me.” You say in a sultry tone as you took a drag out of your cigarette and Eddie immediately felt the tension growing between the two of you. He licked the inside of his bottom lip as he looked down at you. A smirk spread on his lips and he noticed how you straightened up, a small step forward going towards him. 

You were pure in his eyes, doing all this cosplay stuff, doing charity, being incredible with the people that followed you, but he never thought you would ever look at someone like him like this. He never thought you would be this willing at the first interaction you had with him… But if he was reading the signs right, and if he was daring enough, he might get to fuck Daenerys Targaryen. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, but someday. So might as well–

“I actually came here to ask you for your picture… and a date.” 

And Eddie’s heart was taken away once more as you smirked at him, taking another step closer to him and you responded in a low and seductive tone that sent shivers down his spine and adrenaline started rushing inside of him. 

“I’m free after the event.” He took another step closer to you, and he noticed the intake of breath you took in, making him grin widely.

“Yeah, I think you promised to kiss it better… Didn’t you sweet girl?”

idk man, i just couldn't stop writing this, acknowledgement to all my cosplay girlies out there.

Smutty part 2? Let's hear at what Eddie should fuck her in.

#this came out of a vision #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #eddie munson fics #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #fanfiction #eddie munson smut #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x female reader #eddie x you #eddie x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson one shot #cosplay!reader

[miserable-sarah]

I Hate You.

18+

Pairings: Bucky x Reader Warnings: TW: Crash (Jet), language, shooting, fighting, mentions of smut, implied sex, mentions of blood. Summary: You and Bucky are stuck on a mission together. (enemies to lovers)

~

"Wanda and Vision, Nat and Clint, Bucky and Y/n" You hear a loud groan that cuts Tony off. He shoots a look at Bucky before continuing "Steve and Sam, Bruce you're here with me. I will fly out if needed and only if we absolutely need Hulk he will be there." Tony looks around and claps his hands together "Any questions?"

"Uh yeah" You raise your hand "Why am I with metal arm?" you nod your head towards Bucky, he rolls his eyes at you.

"She's going to get me killed" Bucky mumbles, you laugh.

"No, you'll get me killed. You are so impulsive. You don't care if you die-"

"Enough!" Steve cuts you off. You look at him and sigh. "We have our assignments now follow them" He says sternly looking between you and Bucky. You and Bucky both look at each other, he gives you a dirty look and leaves the room taking the report. You stand up and put your hand to your forhead

"Yes captain" you sarcastically say before leaving.

"Tony why would you put those two together?" Wanda asks sincerely worried.

"They actually work well together" He shrugs.

"We'll see" Wanda huffs.

~

You get on the jet because you see Bucky get on. He gets everything ready and you sit in the back with the report. It's an easy mission. Shut down a factory, make sure no weapons leave the area.

"Seems easy enough" You mumble yourself. You look at Bucky who is just focused on driving. Bucky bothers you, he was mean to you as soon as you 'joined' the avengers. He never took the time to meet you or even talk to you, he always rolled his eyes at you, and you have no idea why. Why does he have to be such a prick.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer" Bucky scoffs at you walking by. Your eyes widen and you look away. You hold up the report even though you already read it. Bucky sits across from you, you can feel him staring, you open your mouth to mock Bucky and say the same thing he did to you but he stops you. "You really have to go over that again?" He chuckles.

"No." You say and put it down. You cross your legs and stare at him. "I'll get the south entrance" you say

"No, you get the roof." He says leaning back in his chair never taking his eyes off you.

"No, you get the roof. I get south side. I'm faster" He scoffs at you.

"You're faster" He laughs "I'm faster, I'm a better shot, I'm just better." He smiles at you, his ego is so big you're surprised his head isn't exploding.

"Right." you roll your eyes. "I'll take the roof." You just agree not wanting to fight with Bucky. He stands up and pats you on the head.

"Good girl" He smiles going back to the front of the ship. You sigh heavily trying not to freak the fuck out. Why would he pat your head. It instantly pissed you off.

"I hate you." Bucky shoots you a glare. his eyebrows furrow.

"I hate you." He spits back.

You decide to let it go and just stay calm and focus on the mission. After a while of flying, you and Bucky fly over the site you need to shut down. You go to the front and sit in the seat ready to land. You look over the mountains and see armed missiles pointed right at you.

"James!" You yell frantic, worry laces your voice.

"I know" Bucky says trying to maneuver the jet so it doesn't get hit. One of the wings gets hit and a whole bunch of sirens go off. "We're going down hard. Hold on to something." You grip the arm of your chair. Bucky takes your hand, your other wing gets hit. You both look into each other's eyes. The jet hits, you watch as Bucky flings around in his seat. It feels like everything is in slow motion, you feel your body being tugged in all different directions.

~ You wake up to Bucky shaking you.

"Y/n, get up. Y/n we have to go." He helps you up and you just stare at him confused. He groans out loud and picks you up holding bridal style, he runs with you taking cover. You can't hear right everything is muffled. You can see Bucky's mouth moving but you can't understand him. You hear muffled shots so you know something is shooting at you. You point to your ears.

"I-I" You stutter shaking your head. You see Bucky close his eyes and shake his head. You know he's pissed, he points to the sky. You look up and see jets flying. Fuck, the ones you need to shoot down. You nod your head at him, he tries to hold you back but you escape his grip. You run getting the attention of the jets, there's two of them. You draw out a plan in your head. You need to get to the building. Bucky will have time to get in without being chased.

You get in the building untuched, which you're thankful for. You sneak behind large wooden crates. You look at your wrist to see if your mic is still on, it is.

"2 men in the North, I got 2 I'll take down. Should be more somewhere." You say quietly, you're not sure if Bucky can hear you or not." You see a metal arm and a man goes down. You shake your head and smile. The other two, your two go after him. You trip them and fight them until they can't move. You're not big on killing people. You look at Bucky, he holds up the explosive, you sigh in relief. He points to his ears you shake your head no, still not able to hear anything. He points to the roof and you nod, he tosses you one of the explosives. You get up to the roof and plant it.

"Planted. Set them off." You say jumping off the roof taking cover. You watch the building waiting. You start to get worried. You stand up and go towards the building, it explodes. OF COURSE. You get flown back, the same ringing in your ears intensifies. You hold your head and scream. You feel yourself being lifted, you look up. It's Bucky.

"It's okay" you read his lips. You can't believe Bucky is being so caring, you would've taken for the type to just leave for dead. You kind of get what Steve sees in him now. You look around your body trying to see if you see any visible wounds. You're feeling really weak and don't know why.

"Bucky, I'm getting tired" You say weakly. Your arms drop from his neck.

"It's okay, you're okay" You read his lips. Fuck something must be wrong. You bring your hand up to your head, it's bleeding.

"Is it bad?" You ask, he closes his eyes tight and nods. "Dying, bad?"

"No!" He has tears in his eyes. You sigh, damnit this was supposed to be the last mission for S.H.I.E.L.D. you wanted to live a normal life after this, only get called when absolutely needed. You close your eyes and let a tear fall. Bucky slaps your cheek, making you open your eyes. "No" He shakes his head.

"Bucky, it's okay" he looks at you confused. "I can't stay awake. It's okay." you say softly. You reach up and touch his face. "Thank you" You smile. He's still running, you don't know where. He says something but you can't hear. He has tears in his eyes, you fade to black.

~ You wake up in a bed. You wince as soon as you try to sit up. You touch your head it's wrapped.

"James?" You call out. Bucky comes around the corner.

"Hi" He smiles

"I can hear you!" You smile. He smiles back.

"That's great" He sits on the bed. "You're going to be okay, like I said" He laughs. Flashbacks to you almost dying flood your mind. The crash, the explosion.

"Oh" you look at him "What happened?"

"I took you somewhere to heal."

"Why?" you ask "I thought you hated me" you chuckle.

"Please" he looks away "I don't hate you. I never have."

"Then why are you always so mad?"

"Honestly?"

"Well, that would be the best idea" You joke.

"That's why" He looks at you "You are so sunshine and rainbows all the time. It irks me because I'm so dark. I wish I could be happy like that."

"I'm not sunshine and rainbows, I make jokes out of serious situations so people don't go dark, Bucky. This job is hard, this job will ruin you and I refuse to let it get to me."

"I wish I could do that." He sighs

"You can. Trust me it's not all dark in there." You smile putting a hand on his shoulder. "Thank you for saving me Bucky." you lean over and kiss his cheek. He blushes and looks down.

"You know" You say leaning back in the bed "I always thought you were so hot, but such a dick" you smile at him. He laughs at you.

"See, how do you do that" He lightly hits your leg. You smile at him and shrug, a comfortable silence falls.

"So, hot huh?" He looks at you, you laugh.

"Yeah, hot" you smirk.

"Good to know" Bucky stands up walking out of the room you're in. You bite your lip trying to hide your smile. You can't believe this is happening right now.

~ weeks after ~

You and Bucky were finally found, rescued by the avengers.

"So this is it?" Bucky leans up against your door frame. You just finished packing your bags.

"Yeah" You exhale. "I'll be called in only if I am 100% needed. Other than that, I'll be living my life."

"You're just going to leave me?"

"Bucky, I asked you to come with me. You want to stay, I can't anymore."

"Am I ever going to see you again?" He comes closer to you, you can smell him.

"Whenever you want."

"Because you're mine right?" He asks seducive. His hands rub up and down your shoulders.

"Yes" Your lips ghost his. Flashbacks of Bucky holding you down on the bed, fucking you so hard you can't even think straight, Bucky telling you, your his and only his. You agree saying that you're only his. The way he felt, the way he was.

"I'm going to miss you." He says in your ear kissing your neck.

"I'm going to miss you too." He looks you in the eyes and pulls you in for a deep kiss. You groan into the kiss. "Don't keep me waiting long" You smirk at him, "You know where to find me." He nods his head at you. He walks you downstairs where everyone was to send you off.

Everyone said their goodbyes and gave you hugs.

"No offense but I hope I don't have to see you guys for a long time. And if I do it better be for something good."

"Like your wedding" Tony fake coughs. You laugh at him.

"Sure." You roll your eyes. "Thank you. All of you." You smile at them one last time, your eyes go directly to Bucky. He smirks at you nodding his head. You walk out the door and close it behind you. It takes you a moment before you could move down to the taxi waiting for you.

You get to your new place, hidden in the mountains. You place your bags down in the living room. You walk up the stairs to the bedroom Bucky first kissed you, where Bucky first told you he loved you. Where you told him he was hot. You smile to yourself and sit on the bed.

"Hey" You open your eyes wide.

"James?" You ask confused "Why, what are you doing here?"

"You said not to keep you waiting long." He jokes, dropping his bag on the floor.

"Are you-"

"Yeah if you'll have me" He smiles at you. You smile wide pulling him for a kiss.

"I love you." You smile resting your forehead on his

"I love you."

#bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky barns imagine #bucky barnes smut #winter soldier #steve rodgers #Tony stark #wanda marvel #Vision #marvel mcu #the avengers #the winter solider x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #james barnes fluff

[superbat-love]

Dick: Alright, now that everyone’s settled in, we can start the movie! Hey B, do you want the Skittles? We can share.

Bruce: I’ll share them with Clark.

Dick: But he’s got the popcorn.

Bruce: I only eat Skittles with Clark.

Dick: O-kay… That’s oddly specific, but here you go.

Clark: [whispers] It’s okay Bruce, you can have the purple ones.

#movie night #clark’s night vision is useful for picking out the purple ones #and sorting them out for bruce #dc headcanon #batfamily headcanons #incorrect dc quotes #incorrect batfamily quotes #batfam incorrect quotes #batfam shenanigans #dc fanfic #drabble #text post #dc #superbat #batfam #batfamily #batfam headcanons #batkids #batdad #superman x batman #batman x superman #batman/superman #superman/batman #superman #batman #clark kent #bruce wayne #nightwing #dick grayson #robin

[eddiesghxst]

thinking about ex-boyfriend!rockstar!eddie x lawyer!reader

you and eddie dated in high school, and after eddie’s second time failing his senior year you decided it was time to move on so he could focus on his own shit. you moved away for college and later on landed a job all the way in New York as a family attorney.

eddie finally graduated and then went on to chase his rockstar dreams in LA with the rest of Corroded Coffin. The year Corroded Coffin goes big, Eddie falls into the stereotypical rock and roll storyline and marries a woman he meets on a crazy night out. it takes about 6 months before the honeymoon phase dies out and they file for a divorce.

unbeknownst to Eddie, you’ve just moved to LA and started working for a new law firm. and what happens when you end up being eddie’s divorce attorney?👁️👁️

#this could go one of two ways guys #you could either be eddie’s lawyer OR you could be eddie’s WIFE’S lawyer #DO U YALL SEE THE VISION WITH THE SECOND OPTION ??! #I THINK IM LEANING TOWARDS THE SECOND IDK IDK #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #drabble #eddie x reader #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson au #rockstar!eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson smut

[dragonbe-writing]

i am a firm believer that the second you are pregnant, John Price either retires or starts working a desk job.

and if you feel bad about it, try saying how much he loves his job, he’ll just put his finger to your lips and say “I love you more, sweetheart.”

because he’s getting old anyway, and he’s getting tired of the death and destruction. truth be told, he thought he’d be dead by this point.

and he doesn’t want to miss a single thing. one of his friends tells him that he missed his kids first word, and john decides that’s completely unacceptable.

he just loves his family too much to leave again.

#cod mw22 #captain price #john price #call of duty #captain john price #cod fanfic #cod #i think of him too often #he gets tunnel vision for sure #someone even tries to deploy him when his wife is pregnant? #he straight up laughs in their face #kate obviously supports him entirely and helps set up his little stay at home office job #he is determined not to miss a single moment