#i was thinking this takes place before infinity war

[rowrory]

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Fandoms include: jjk, bnha, haikyuu, aot, marvel, tvd

GOJO SATORU

Intrinsic Warmth — thatdesklamp (ao3)

Summary: “So stay with me. Forever.”

You make a weak stab at a joke. “For Infinity, you mean?”

“Yeah.” Satoru turns to look at you and your heart jumps at the clear expression on his face. There’s not a hint of humour: for once, he’s fully and completely serious. “For the rest of my life, and for all the lives after.”

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You meet Satoru on 7th September, 1996.

Some time later, you realise you love him.

Notes: HOLY FUCK I LOVED THIS SO MUCH!?!?!??! THE ANGST?!?!? THE PINING?!?!?!? I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS!!!!!!!! THE AUTHOR WASN'T FUCKING AROUND WHEN SHE WROTE THIS!!!

gods, monsters, monkeys — yuzudrops (ao3)

Summary: A grossly under-qualified graduate of Jujutsu High is hired to teach a class of Special Grades. They learn there is more to strength than power. It doesn't end well.

Notes: chefs kisses, literally one of THE best gojo fics out there

Keep a Place For Me — alkhale (ao3)

Summary: A quiet story that takes place a little before Gojo Satoru was born to be the greatest shaman of this era, his youth, triumphs, losses, and his inherent rise to a place unknown by anyone else.

And the one person who bore witness to it all.

Notes: IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THIS YET, YOU ARE SERIOUSLY MISSING OUT

take me down (to the depths of your depravity) — Innka (ao3)

Summary: The story starts with you standing in the pouring rain. All you remember are your orders.

Gojo Satoru. Look for the white hair and the baby blues.

"This will be easy," they said. "White hair and baby blues, eyes like the sky. Pull him in, fatten him up and send him to the devil. In and out, one and done."

"You can do this with your eyes closed," they said.

"This will be easy," they said.

They were wrong.

Notes: Read trigger warnings first

watermelon sugar why — Innka (ao3)

Summary: You had marched into his office, looking like your life was in his hands. You held out an excursion request. For a beach trip, of all things. By the time Gojo finished reading it, he had wanted to do exactly three things: sign the paper, laugh in your face, and bend you over on his desk to fuck you until you were screaming his name. 

Not necessarily in that order. 

Notes: this is a one shot but i live for pining satoru so

all that is solid melts into air — GrilledTandooriSmoke (ao3)

Summary: Curse user.

The words weigh heavy like lead on your tongue. Something that needs to be swished around before it's spat back out like the black gunk it is. Evil and vile jujutsu sorcerers who would dare turn on humanity in the never-ending war against curses.

And it just so happens you come from a family of them.

Alternatively: political machinations have you attending Jujutsu Tech at the same time as Gojo Satoru.

Notes: in love with this

among dawn flowers (the face of god) — unolvrs (ao3)

Summary: Your grandmother calls the young master of the Gojō Clan a boy-god, and you, his destined bride who will further the cause of the All-Seeing Eyes.

—or, you are raised to be Satoru’s bride and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. (Everything is.)

Notes: i love angst

the witches' brew — orphan_account (ao3)

Summary: You are the co-owner of a small café in a small, eccentric district in Tokyo that is notorious for bizarre murders and supernatural occurrences.

You think you’ve seen it all, but it turns out that nothing comes close to the man wearing a bad Kakashi cosplay who terrorizes you with his increasingly complicated and awful drink orders.

Notes: im devastated i didn't get to see who actually wrote this

5 + 1 — script_nef (orphan_account) (ao3)

Summary: 5 times Gojou had a date with you and 1 time you realised it was a date.

Alt title: Watch Gojou be really obvious about his crush but it goes completely over your head every time. Well, nearly every time.

Notes: kicked my feet a couple times while reading this

Ripverse — seoafin (ao3)

Summary: “You don't need to worry about anything like dying. I won't let anything happen to you," he says quietly, and it sounds like a promise.

You wait for the punchline. The part where he laughs it off as a joke, and then tells you to snap yourself out of it in a way you would’ve expected from him in the past. But he’s dead serious.

Notes: This is a series of one shots in the same univ with the same character, i just used the summary for the very first part

FUSHIGURO TOJI

(and your love is) standing next to me — shidouryusei (ao3)

Summary: “I wanna meet your son.”

You regret what you’ve said the second the words leave your lips.

“Why the hell do you wanna meet my kid?”

Notes: holy hell is this one of the best toji fics out there

BAKUGO KATSUKI

what heroes do — sugiwa (ao3)

Summary: Shouto didn't know much about his twin sister. She was an Edgeshot fan, had a raging collection of manga, and liked Natsuo the best.

She also wasn't supposed to be at U.A., but he sure as hell wasn't telling their father about it.

Notes: i am not kidding when i say that even tho this thing has almost 600k words (it's a monster!!), i have reread this so many times it's not even funny anymore

MIYA ATSUMU

WHITE NOISE — 1keshi (ao3)

Summary: you’ve always loved atsumu— that was the problem.

(alternatively, you force a therapist to listen to the story of how you fell in love with your childhood friend, because what else are you supposed to do?)

Notes: lovelovelove

You Found Me — Amy_Stark117 (ao3)

Summary: Miya Atsumu had his life goals set - volleyball, fame, and success. Nothing could stand in his way.

You threw all that out the window, simply by sitting next to him in class.

Life is really funny like that, isn't it?

Notes: 10/10

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

premonition of love — peacchy (ao3)

Summary: A day after the freak quick duo sneaks into Shiratorizawa campus grounds, Ushijima gets summoned by his school’s student disciplinary committee.

Rule breached?

Assisted Trespassing.

While he steps out of the office with more than just a case under his name, you (unknowingly) step into the affluent stratum of Miyagi’s controlled elite.

In a world of either-or’s, you’re caught in between.

And possibly something more.

Notes: yall listen before this, i was NOT an ushijima girlie. now, i am ;)) this ff also has a love triangle in it (ushijima x reader x sakusa) with alternative endings (though it's not completed yet)

Shoot the Ball — alkhale (ao3)

Summary: As captain of the dying Shiratorizawa Kyudo Club, you're sick and tired of the biased favoritism that goes to the showier sports. Especially the worst of them all—the boy's volleyball team.

You're determined to show the entire school how great archery is, get the funding your club deserves, and by the end of it all, make the entire school a fan of your archery.

You just didn't know you already had a fan from the start.

And he may or may not be captain of the one team on campus you have a personal vendetta against.

Notes: i love alkhale so much

LEVI ACKERMAN

1,000 Steps — BaddieCurlsXo (ao3)

Summary: You're being torn away to another world every new moon, unable to connect the dots or find any real meaning in your travels. That is, until one night you stumble upon a man with grey eyes and a green cape, who asks you, rather suspiciously, "what are you doing outside the walls?"

Notes: lovette

Death's Door — SongsOfApollo (ao3)

Summary: You spent years of your life under the guidance of Dr. Helfen, the greatest physician inside Wall Sina. Now a physician yourself, you work alongside him with pride: stitching up wounds, nursing the sick, and helping to save the lives of many. But after the Battle of Trost, rapid changes begin to take place, starting with an inquiry from none other than Commander Erwin Smith and Captain Levi of the Survey Corps.

You have heard many tales from surviving Survey Corps soldiers on what it’s like on the outside: to face a Titan, to feel overwhelming dread, to watch your fellow man perish in such an insulting, gruesome way. You’ve witnessed the effects of Titans on the people you’ve doctored. Now you are to experience the horror firsthand.

You are to join the Scout Regiment as their field surgeon, and you will do so under the direct command of Captain Levi.

Notes: one of my fav fics of levi

BUCKY BARNES

Vacant Mirrors — pilotisms (ao3)

Summary: Dr. Hart shares an office with Dr. Raynor.

You share a waiting room with Bucky Barnes.

Notes: felt like crying even tho the ending wasn't angsty

Safe with me — bitsandbobsandstuff (ao3)

Summary: When an unknown threat enters your life, protection is offered at the highest level. As Bucky Barnes comes into your life, the game changes, and you realise falling for the man tasked with keeping you safe is the last thing you expected.

Notes: Holy freaking heck was this beautiful. The plot? Chefs kisses. The writing? Chefs kisses. Reader's personality? Chefs kisses. The romance between reader and bucky? CHEFS FUCKING KISSESSSSS.

In The Shadow Of Your Wings — emmagnetised (ao3)

Summary: Margaret Stark is five years old when the Winter Soldier comes for her and her parents. But she survives the attack and is returned to her brother, though she's left broken and traumatised. She grows with a promise she made to herself on the night of the car crash. A mission.

This is the story of Maggie forging herself into her own hero, into something that no one expects: The Wyvern.

Notes: if you're a delulu marvel stan and haven't read anything by emmagnetised yet, are you even a delulu marvel stan?? p.s there is also an alternative for this story, go check it out on the author's acc on ao3 if you're interested!

STEVE ROGERS

The Siren — emmagnetised (ao3)

Summary: Austrian-born Alice Moser is new to Brooklyn when she meets and befriends a small blonde kid called Steve Rogers. Years later tragedy puts an ocean between them. When they meet again everything is different - Steve is about to go to war, and Alice is going to make the SSR an offer they can't refuse: her services as an undercover agent within the very heart of Nazi Germany.

The path is already written. The whole world knows the stories of Captain America and the Siren. Or do they?

Notes: ISTG IF U DON'T GO READ THIS MASTERPIECE RN

LOKI

A Twist of Marvel — GeneralofLoki (wattpad)

Summary: Naomi Swanson is fresh out of college, working as an assistant in a small paper supply company and inhaling coffee by the gallons. When an accident knocked her out, Naomi woke up in a world she had only seen through screens.

Armed only with her phone and a questionable data plan, Naomi attempts not to be killed as she comes face-to-face with the Avengers, and so much more.

Notes: do not and i repeat do NOT underestimate this just because it's a wattpad story ;)) it's literally the best girl goes to alternative dimension story in the mcu universe out there!!

KLAUS MIKAELSON

descent — tothelakes (wattpad)

Summary (since the summary on this one is a little long I'll be giving a brief description instead): Rory, the twin sister of Elena, unknowingly dates Klaus, the terrifying hybrid determined to sacrifice her sister. When the Mystic Falls events start, cue the beginning of their tumultuous journey as secrets are revealed and feelings come to light.

Notes: this is probably the best klaus fic to ever grace the world of fanfictions.

#jjk #gojou satoru x reader #gojo saturo #jujutsu kaisen #bnha #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katuski x reader #haikyuu!! #miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #attack on titan #aot #levi ackerman x reader #marvel #avengers #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x oc #steve rogers x oc #loki x oc #klaus mikaelson x oc #tvd #the vampire diaries #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x oc #bakugo katsuki x oc #ao3fic

[iam93percentstardust]

one of the things that really bothers me about modern franchises, and in particular over the last 5 years or so, is their refusal to commit. what i mean here when i say this is that it's not uncommon for a major franchise to make a decision, whether about the plot or the characters, that should have had huge, world-changing consequences... and then just never address that again or worse, immediately go back and undo it. and i'm gonna pick on star wars and the mcu here because those are the two big franchises i'm into at the moment (and i think they're kind of the worst at this), but i don't want you to walk away from this thinking that this is solely a disney thing. i've seen this happen with game of thrones and supernatural and plenty of other non-disney franchises. spoilers ahead, you've been warned:

in ant-man & the wasp quantumania, scott and hope make the life-altering decision to stay behind in the quantum realm and defeat kang instead of going through the portal to return to their world. this should have been a huge meta decision for the mcu, and when i first saw it in theaters, my immediate thought was wow, what is this going to mean for the mcu going forward? are we going to get a movie/miniseries about scott and hope helping to rebuild the quantum realm? how are cassie, janet, and hank going to react to the losses of their loved ones (in some cases, for the second time)? is cassie going to become the "first" young avenger because she has to take her father's place among the team lineup (and i only say first because as of this moment, none of the other young avengers introduced to the franchise are official avengers yet)? except nope, because less than 2 minutes later, cassie had fixed the portal that had broken way back at the beginning of the movie and brought scott and hope back.

and it felt like such a cheat. i was so disappointed in that theater, not as someone who was invested in these characters on a personal level (because yay, cassie gets her dad back!), but as someone who has spent years investing themselves in the story of the mcu. what was the point of wasting screentime on scott and hope accepting their new lives in the quantum realm if it was just going to immediately be undone? the entire scene could have been cut to scott and hope making it back bare seconds before the portal closed and it would have had the same emotional impact. there was nothing added by making scott and hope (and us) think that there was no way back only to rip the rug out from under us and go "gotcha! you really thought we were gonna give this movie a sad ending? haha! you're so dumb!"

and this isn't the first time the mcu has done this. one of the biggest complaints about endgame was the decision to set it five years in the future with no consideration for how that would actually change the setting of the mcu. characters were brought back to the exact place they disappeared from with no consideration for how things might have changed in the interim five years (like planes that weren't in the air anymore, buildings no longer standing, even just something as simple as a chair being unoccupied). and then the mcu didn't even really have the courage to address how this would have shaped the world other than a few jokes and making the bad guys in the falcon and the winter soldier people who cared about how the world had screwed them over during the blip.

and things like this happen over and over and over again. the accords are put into place in civil war, but by the time we get to she-hulk, they're gone with no explanation because, as best as i can tell, the writers didn't want to have to deal with the worldbuilding that went into the accords. gamora is killed in infinity war, but heaven forbid quill not have an emotional investment in a film he appears for maybe 10 minutes in so now she's back in endgame. steve got to go live in the past with his ex-girlfriend (which is in itself a refusal to commit after the mcu both gave her a different husband and had the woman herself tell him to move on) but we need to establish that messing with timelines is bad because that's what the entire next phase hinges on so actually his ending was predestined and it's only everyone else who can't change time. whoever took this entire town and also wanda hostage and forced them to live out a sitcom fantasy is bad and needs to be stopped but wait, it's actually wanda and she can't be the bad guy yet, we need her for doctor strange 2, so actually everyone's going to defend her now and say that no one else could ever possibly understand her grief. thor has decided to accept responsibility as king of asgard, but we can't use him for any more movies if he's stuck in asgard, so actually he's decided to pass it on to someone whose entire leadership capability is developed offscreen. i could list more examples but this is making me angry, so let's move on to star wars instead.

with star wars, i look at first the oft-quoted meme, "somehow palpatine has returned." yeah, i shouldn't really need to go into detail on how that counts as a refusal to commit but. the last jedi was a study in how johnson refused to commit to anything that abrams had laid down in the force awakens, but rise of skywalker was almost like abrams had looked at the franchise and said "screw you for taking it away from me, i'm going to come up with the most bullshit stuff just to spite you for doing that in the first place. and i'm going to start by undoing the most important plot point of the first trilogy: the emperor dies." and yeah, disney's kind of tried to salvage this by dropping hints into the bad batch and the mandalorian about cloning, but that only really works if you're watching the franchise chronologically and not considering that both of those series came out after rise of skywalker.

and then there's the mandalorian, my sweet summer child, who is, in my opinion, the worst at backtracking their plot points. i'm not entirely convinced that any of the higher ups for this show really knew what they were doing when they started working on it and i'm not convinced that they know what they're doing now. yeah, there's the tie-in to the last season of clone wars, but the mandalorian has managed to walk back pretty much every single major plot point it's had. din is this legendary warrior who can't be beat, but no one will watch this show if he defeats everyone too early, so he's constantly getting beat up (tbf, sometimes some of the fights he loses makes sense like the krayt dragon and the mudhorn, but a lot of them don't. at all). moff gideon is dead, no wait no he's not, now he's imprisoned, no wait no he's not, now he's definitely dead, you can totally believe us this time guys. grogu can use the force and must be placed with the jedi, but wait, the only person still actively teaching the way of the jedi is luke and all of his students will be brutally murdered ten years from now, and we can't have that, everyone will be mad at us for killing off such a cute character and no one will buy baby yoda dolls (and also we have to set up luke's character degradation from hopeful, believes-in-love cinnamon roll to "i'm going to kill my nephew") so in between seasons let's have grogu decide to go back to din (and don't even get me started on how frustrating it is that a casual mandalorian watcher also had to watch book of boba fett to understand why grogu is back). din has the darksaber now which makes him king of mandalore, that's totally going to be important and what the entire series has been building up to, right? wrong! he might have spent the first two seasons making connections, learning about the world outside his sheltered upbringing, and demonstrating the various qualities that would make for a good leader, but the entire third season will be about din realizing that actually he's super unworthy and the darksaber should actually go to someone who... saw an animal in the water.

and it's really, really frustrating as a viewer! because how am i supposed to get invested in any of these plot decisions when they almost always get reversed? why should i care that mj and ned have forgotten peter when ant-man 3 has shown me that they'll remember him the next time they're all on screen together? why should i care that tech is dead when half of the last season of clone wars was about how echo was actually alive? if none of these decisions have any permanence, then where are the emotional stakes? why should i watch your movie if all you're going to tell me is that nothing matters?

#and also i want to make a point that the early mcu did permanent stakes really well #iron man 1 ends with tony announcing that he's iron man and that's something that still resonated years later #the entire second film hinged on that one moment #loki falling into the bifrost is what leads him to the chitauri which is what kickstarted the avengers #steve is woken from the ice and the first organization who presents themselves as someone to trust is shield #which sets up the betrayal he feels in the winter soldier #these moments resonate throughout the first two stages and the decisions the characters made MATTERED #so you can't help but get invested because what if it's the wrong decision??? #anyway i'm frustrated with the state of franchises #alle talks #long post

[tonyspank]

CHAPTER SEVEN | GET ME

Jenna Ortega x G!P Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, even more cheating, jacob, and i think that's all

Words: 4.1k

A/N: i dont know what to say

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You toss Eli the Gatorade, sitting down on the bench behind you. He catches it with one hand and takes a swig, savoring the taste. He looks at you and immediately notices the anger on your face.

He raises an eyebrow and says "What's wrong?" You take a deep breath, "Jenna's dickhead husband is what's wrong."

Eli looks concerned. "What did he do?" he asks. "He's staying at my house. For an entire week," you reply, your voice full of rage. Eli stares at you for a moment, contemplating the situation. "Your parents were fine with this?" he asks, and you nod in response, putting your shoes on.

Eli shakes his head and lets out a deep sigh. "I don't know what to say. How do you feel?" You look up at him, your jaw clenched, and say, "I feel upset. A part of me is upset that Jenna is so okay with living this double life, and the other part of me is upset that Jacob thinks he can run in and out of her life whenever he wants."

Eli puts a hand on your shoulder and says, "I understand. It's not easy to accept, but you gotta understand. That's her husband, they have depth and you guys only shared a kiss."

You stare at him in response and his face begins to change, "Oh my god. No—y'all... YALL HAD SEX?" You turn away from him, your face burning with embarrassment.

You can feel his gaze on you and finally, he speaks. "I don't know what's happening... Mr. Stark. I don't feel so good." He jokes, repeating Peter Parker's lines from Infinity War.

He then drops to the ground, reaching out for you. You try to hold back a laugh as he grabs your hand, shaking his body. "Cooper! Off the ground!" Your coach yells.

You help Eli up and he sheepishly apologizes to the coach. The coach gives him a stern warning and then turns to you with a smile, patting you on the shoulder. "Anyway... I don't know if I should feel proud or upset."

You just smile and shrug, handing Eli his Gatorade. Eli gives you a grateful smile, "Can you come to my place tonight? Jacob made a stupid group chat with the three of us saying he's preparing dinner."

Eli nods in agreement, "Sure, what time?" You respond, "6 PM." He gives you a nod and you pat his back, heading to your team's huddle up.

"It smells like sex in here," Eli says as you hold the front door open for him. "Shut the fuck up." It didn't even smell like sex, it smelled like some sort of meat cooking. You give him a stern look and he apologizes, but you can tell he's still trying to contain his laughter.

You step inside the house and the smell is even stronger. You realize it's coming from the kitchen and dread the thought of what Jacob has been cooking.

You make your way to the kitchen and find Jacob standing in front of the stove. He turns around with a wide grin on his face and says, "Hey! You're home!"

His eyes move to Eli, "And you've bought a friend... nice." Jacob takes a step forward and motions for Eli to come closer. He extends a hand, "It's nice to meet you. I'm Jacob. What's your name?"

You can sense the fake smile on Eli's face. "I'm Eli." He says, roughly shaking Jacob's hand. Jacob winces quietly, letting go of your best friend's hand and mumbling, "You kids and your tight grip." Eli just grins, a little too toothy. Jacob then pats Eli's shoulder and says, "It's alright, mate. No hard feelings."

Jenna walks into the kitchen and you swear you could see her face light up when you two lock eyes. "Hi, Eli. Hey, Y/N." You smile at the shorter girl, bringing her into a hug. She wraps her arms around your neck, and you can feel the tension in her body relaxing. Yeah, fuck you, Jacob.

She steps back, her hands on your shoulders. "How was practice?" You smile and shrug, glad that she seemed genuinely happy to see you. "It was fine. I'm going to take a quick shower before dinner."

She nods and smiles. "Okay, let me take your bag." She says, motioning to the gym back on your shoulder. You graciously accept and hand her the bag. She takes it and steps away, heading upstairs and you follow behind leaving Eli and Jacob alone in the kitchen.

"Doesn't it seem like she likes her?" Jacobs says to Eli, turning around slightly from the stove. Eli shrugs, not wanting to make any assumptions. Jacob just laughs and shakes his head, turning back to the stove and starting to stir the food.

Jenna sets your bag down in your room and you smile at her, "Thanks. You didn't—" She brings you into a passionate kiss, her hands gripping your hoodie tightly. You break away, your heart racing. She grins and says, "I know. I just wanted a kiss." She leans in for one last kiss before walking out of the room.

You stand there, stunned, for a moment before finally processing what just happened. You can't help but smile as you watch her walk away. You shake your head and sigh, feeling the butterflies in your stomach.

You came back downstairs after taking your shower and the dining room table was already set. You glance at the plates confused. "Chicken?" Jacob nods from his seat, already with a fork in his hand. You laugh sarcastically, "Jenna doesn't eat chicken, remember? She's pescatarian."

Jacob groans, "Oh yeah, I forgot." He glances at Jenna who's eating her salad quietly, "I didn't know you were still doing that diet thing." Jenna rolls her eyes, "It's not a diet thing, it's a lifestyle choice." She takes a bite of her salad and continues, "It's not that hard to remember." Jacob apologizes letting out a sigh. "Well, you still have your salad."

You sit down beside Eli, shaking your head in disbelief. Eli glances between the three of you before leaning into your ear. "Just say the word and we can jump him." He jokes a jolly smile on his face.

Your face breaks out into a smile as you start cutting up your chicken. Jacob clears his throat, "So, uh... Y/N." You look up from your plate at look at the bearded man in front of you. "You play basketball?"

You nod and set your knife and fork down. "Yeah, I've been playing since I was a kid. Why do you ask?" Jacob's face is unreadable as he replies, "Just curious."

Jenna takes a sip of her wine while watching the exchange between you two. Jacob stares at you for a moment before he nods. "Interesting," he says before turning back to his dinner. Jenna takes another sip of her wine, wondering if she should break the awkward silence or just keep drinking.

"How's Emma doing?" Eli asks, breaking the silence. Jenna smiles, relieved that the tension has been broken. "She's doing great," she answers. "She was just asking me about you, actually."

A huge grin appears on Eli's face, "Oh, really?" Jenna laughs, nodding her head. "Yes, she's been asking about you a lot lately. I think she misses you." Eli's smile grows wider as he looks away, feeling happier than ever. You breathe out a laugh.

"Wait you still talk to Emma?" Jacob says, finishing a bite of his chicken. Jenna nods, "Yeah...she's a good friend." He scoffs in response, "No, no she's not. She doesn't know her place." Jenna looks back at Jacob, her face growing stern. "You don't get to decide who my friends are," she says. "Just because you don't like her doesn't mean I can't."

"I don't like her because she keeps telling my wife—" You interrupt him, "Fiancée." Jacob stares at you and Jenna for a few moments, before turning away. He mutters something under his breath before speaking again. "Fiancée. About leaving me."

"Maybe because you're a bad fiancée," Eli says, his mouth half full of food. Jacob's face turns red and he opens his mouth to respond, but before he can say anything Eli interrupts him. "I mean she wouldn't be telling Jenna to leave you if Jenna was truly happy, right?"

Jacob stares at the table, clearly frustrated. Jacob clenches his jaw and takes a deep breath before slowly standing up. He pushes in his chair and looks at Eli, his eyes narrowed. Without a word, he turns and walks out of the room.

Eli watches him go, a smile creeping up on his face as he looks at you. You watch Jacob go, feeling a slight sense of relief. Eli's smile widens as he sees your reaction while Jenna slowly stands up and follows Jacob out of the room. Eli's eyes twinkle as he looks back at you, a mischievous glint in them.

"Am I not the biggest drama starter or what?" You chuckle, shaking your head. "Yes, yes you are." You say, smiling back. He grins, satisfied, and you can't help but admire his ability to lighten up the situation.

"Jacob, wait," Jenna calls out after the man stomping up the steps. He makes it to the guest room, turning around to face her. "You just fucking embarrassed me."

He stares at her, his face a mask of anger. Jenna's eyebrows furrow in confusion, "You embarrassed yourself! You're the one who treats me like shit."

Jacob steps forward, his fists clenched. Jenna takes a step back, her heart pounding. He stares at her for a moment until his phone starts ringing. He glances at the phone and takes a deep breath.

He steps back and turns away from her. "We'll talk about this later," he says, before grabbing the phone off the nightstand and answering it.

Jenna exhales in relief, her heart still pounding. She watches as Jacob walks away, still on the phone. She takes a few moments to gather her thoughts before leaving the room. Jenna takes a deep breath and slowly releases it, trying to steady her nerves.

She takes a few moments to gather her thoughts before leaving the room. Jenna takes a deep breath and slowly releases it, trying to steady her nerves.

Two hours have passed and Jenna is downstairs, sipping on a glass of wine. She can feel the tension in her body start to ease, and her mind starts to clear. What are you doing now? Jacob out of her mind and you in it, along with a glass of wine...she was starting to feel horny.

Jenna got up from her chair and started to make her way to your bedroom. She was starting to untie her robe, walking closer and closer to your bedroom door before opening it and locking it behind her.

You rise from your bed, taking Jenna in. She smiled and walked towards you, her robe falling to the ground as she climbed into your bed.

You pulled her close, and ran your fingers through her hair, kissing her deeply, feeling her warmth and desire. She returned the kiss, her body pressing against yours. You felt your heart race as you savored every moment of her presence. You both melted into each other, content in the moment.

She pulls away, stripping you of your tank top and shorts, caressing your body with her hands. You lay back on the bed, her body hovering over yours, "Stay here." She leans closer, her lips lightly brushing against yours. She whispers in your ear, "Trust me." You nod and lay back. Jenna returns with her robe's tie, smiling.

She begins to slowly bind your hands with the tie, her fingers running lightly over your skin. You can feel her breath on your face as she ties the knot, and when she's done she leans in to kiss you.

She whispers again, "Close your eyes." You do as she says, and you feel her lips press against yours. You feel her hair brush against your face, and you can smell the faint scent of her perfume. She pulls away, and you open your eyes to find her looking at you with a mischievous smile.

"Beg. Beg for me to touch you." You take a deep breath, and whisper back, "Please, touch me." She laughs and her fingers trace a line down your neck, sending shivers through your body. She pulls you closer, and you feel her warm breath on your skin. "You're so needy, baby."

She smiles and kisses your neck softly, her hands exploring every inch of your body. You feel a wave of pleasure wash over you, and you let out a satisfied sigh. You know you're in her hands now. Her lips trail from your neck to your chest, to your stomach, and then to the waistband of your boxers.

She slides your boxers off and moves down. "I love sucking your cock." She presses a kiss onto your reddened tip, and you sigh out. She wraps her lips around your shaft and teases it with her tongue.

She begins to move her head up and down, her mouth tantalizing your most sensitive areas. You begin pulling on the tie, letting out a loud moan as you buck your hips up. Jenna releases you. "You have to be quiet."

You nod and bite your lip, but Jenna stands up on the bed, pulling down her panties and stuffing them into your mouth. "There," she whispers. "You won't make another sound." She kneels in on the bed, her hands gripping your shaft as she starts to stroke you with her expert touch.

You close your eyes in pleasure, biting down on the panties stuffed in your mouth. She leans in, her breath hot against your skin as she takes you back in her mouth. You can't help but groan in pleasure despite the panties muffling the sound.

She moves her head up and down, her hands gripping you tightly. Your pleasure builds and builds until you can't take it anymore. But before you can cum, she stops. She looks you in the eyes with a mischievous grin and says, "Not yet." She stands up on the bed again, taking her underwear out of your mouth.

She then proceeds to lower herself on your face, pushing your face between her legs and grinding against it. You can feel her heat and the intensity of her pleasure as she rides your face. Your tongue dances around her clitoris, sending her passionate waves of pleasure. She moans in pleasure, slapping a hand over her mouth to quiet herself down.

"Fuck. You're making me feel so good, Y/N." She grabs your head and pushes it up against her, grinding her hips against your face. You feel her quivering around your tongue and she lets out a loud moan.

She wraps her legs tightly around your head, her breathing becoming faster and faster as she comes closer and closer to her climax. Finally, she shudders and cries out in pleasure as she reaches her peak, gripping your headboard.

She relaxes, letting her legs loosen around your head. You give her a satisfied smile and she returns it, relieved and content. She leans down and gives you a passionate kiss. She whispers softly in your ear, telling you how good it felt and how happy she is. She pulls away and gets up, untying you.

She offers her hand and helps you sit at the edge of the bed. She brushes her fingers across your cheek and smiles standing in front of you, "You can touch me now." You smile, your hands subconsciously finding her waist and pulling her into a lip-bruising kiss.

She wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you closer, her lips soft and inviting. You brush a few strands of hair from her face, and she leans in, her lips softly pressing against yours again.

You pull away to catch your breath and she smiles, her eyes filled with wonder. She leans in and kisses your forehead before turning around, "I wanna ride you."

Your eyes widen in shock. "Reversed?"

She hums in response, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to support herself as she lowers down on your cock. You gasp as she takes you in, her tightness pushing you toward the edge. She begins to move, her hips rolling and rotating in an exquisite rhythm. "Mmm.."

You moan, unable to contain your pleasure. She responds with a sultry laugh, her body shaking with delight. She pulls you into a kiss, her hips never stopping their movement.

You're close to the edge, and she knows it. She increases her pace, her body pressing against yours. "I'm going to cum, Y/N." She rasps out, biting your shoulder. You hiss in pain, nodding at her words. She digs her nails into your bicep and lets out a scream into your shoulder as her orgasm rocks her body.

You feel her muscles contract around you and just as you're about to reach your own climax, she speaks. "Hold it, baby." You take a deep breath and hold back, gritting your teeth in the pleasure.

She kisses your neck and slows her movements, her breathing gradually evening out. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and rest your forehead against hers.

She smiles and kisses you gently before rolling off you. You lay there, heart pounding in your chest, and look up at staring at the woman in front of you. "Stand up," she says, her voice soft and gentle. You stand up, and she kneels in front of you, stroking your cock.

She takes you in her mouth, and you feel your knees buckle. She looks up at you with a mischievous grin and begins to suck. Your body tenses with pleasure and you can't help but moan. You raise your hand to your mouth and bite on it.

You feel your pleasure rising and you can't help but grab a fistful of her hair. You let out a deep moan as your pleasure intensifies, she releases you with a pop. "Fuck my throat."

Oh my goodness.

She smiles and takes you back in, her tongue working its way around your shaft. You start moving your hips, thrusting into her throat. Her hand reaches up and grips your butt as she takes you deeper. "Fuck, Jenna... please let me cum."

She pulls away and looks up at you with a naughty smile. You feel her hand wrap around your shaft and start to stroke you as she looks into your eyes. "You wanna cum?" She teases and you quickly nod your head, "Yes. Please, shit."

She moves her hand faster and faster, her grip getting tighter with each stroke. "Yeah? You want me to make you feel better baby?" She whispers and you whimper back, nodding.

She moves her mouth back onto you and you thrust your hips faster than before, chasing your high. You can feel her throat tightening around you and her tongue working faster and harder.

You come undone, your orgasm shaking your entire body. She swallows you down, her eyes never leaving yours. Your legs shake, your breathing is labored. She rises from the floor and you kiss her, savoring the taste of you on her lips.

"I'm still so horny." She whispers against your lips. You feel yourself rising at her words. Your hands wrap around her waist, pulling her into a breathless kiss, your tongues battling for dominance. She lets out a soft moan, her breath coming in short gasps as you deepen the kiss.

Her legs wrap around your waist and you lay her down on the bed, not breaking the kiss. You break away, breathing heavily, your eyes never leaving hers. Your hand reaches down between her legs, and she gasps as your fingers brush against her wet heat. "Gosh, you're so wet."

You mumble, teasing her as she buckles beneath you. You stroke yourself a few times, lining yourself up with her entrance. You push forward, both of you sighing in pleasure when you bottom out inside her. "You're so deep," she gasps, biting her lip.

Your hips jerk as you thrust into her, pushing her legs behind her head. You grab her thighs, pulling her closer. Her nails dig into her own thighs as she helps you fill her up even deeper.

You feel her heat and tightness around you as you keep thrusting. She looks up at you with a mixture of pleasure and pain, and you can't help but moan in response. "FUCK! Oh my god, Y/N." Your hand slaps over her mouth. "You have to be quiet." You say, repeating the same words she said to you.

She nods, her eyes rolling to the back of her skull. You remove your hand, a smirk on your lips. "I thought you were supposed to be the one in charge, huh? Does me fucking you while your husband is in the next room turn you on?"

She gasps and then moans, her eyes still rolling back in pleasure. She grabs your hand and pulls it back to her body, her breathing becoming more and more rapid. "I'm about to cum—"

A force pushes back against your thrusts, and her body goes rigid as she squirts, a clear liquid shooting everywhere. She shudders and relaxes, and you feel her inner walls clenching around nothing. "Did–did you just squirt?" You ask Jenna, a big smile on your face.

Jenna looks up at you with a satisfied smile and nods. She takes a deep breath, her body still trembling from the pleasure. "That's so hot." You give her a long, passionate kiss which she returns straight away.

You lay back on the bed, and Jenna sits up slightly her hand wrapping around your hard cock. "Let me finish you off. You've done so well."

You groan in pleasure as her hand expertly strokes you. Her hand moves faster and you feel yourself close to the edge. You grab the sheets below you, lowering your face to hers.

You kiss her deeply and passionately as you let go, your body shaking with pleasure. "Shit!" She holds you close as you catch your breath, her lips still lightly touching yours. You slowly relax, a smile growing on your face.

She looks into your eyes with a satisfied smile, her lips still lightly brushing against yours. You pull her closer, your hands stroking her back as you kiss her again. You lay in her arms, your breathing slowly returning to normal.

-

"I got you these," Jacob says to Jenna, smiling as he holds up a bouquet of roses. Jenna smiles, "Thank you." He waves her off, "I just wanted to apologize for how I acted last night." You roll your eyes at him, picking up your hoodie from the kitchen island.

You would go to school in your black tank top but it was against the dress code, so you had to bring your hoodie to school with you. Jenna shakes her head, "It's okay. I understand." Jacob reaches out and takes her hand, "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have acted like that." She smiles, nodding.

Jacob pulls into a heated kiss and you can see his tongue entering her mouth. You almost vomit at the sight, but you keep your composure and turn away. Jenna pulls away eyes wide as Jacob smiles at you, "Enjoy your day at school kid." Who does this guy think he is?

You seethe with anger, but you don't say anything. You can't believe this guy has the audacity to kiss Jenna in front of you.

You take a deep breath and his smile changes to a face of concern, "Woah, who bit you?" He says, pointing at the bite mark on your left shoulder.

Your wife, bitch.

"Eli. He plays too much." You say, a fake laugh coming from your mouth. He looks at you confused before nodding, "Uh, okay..." Jenna walks to your side, "We're going to get going now."

Jacobs nods at her words, "Hurry back. I miss you already." You clench your jaw, balling up your fist. Jenna notices this, placing a hand on your back, and rubbing it gently. "You're too much, Jacob." She says, laughing.

You take a deep breath, calming your nerves. You and Jenna say your last goodbyes before exiting the house, relieved to be out of the same room as him. As you get into the car Jenna immediately looks at you, "Eli? Really?"

You shrug, your lips curling into a smile. "No one told you to bite my shoulder!" Jenna laughed and shook her head. You started the car and drove away, feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders. Your heart was still pounding, but the feeling of Jenna's laugh ringing in your ears made it easier to breathe.

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[ironstrange1991]

You Are My Home

Pairing: Stephen!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Stephen is happy to get home and have you there waiting for him.

Word Count: 1,5k

Warnings: Very lovely p n v sex, basically just fluff.

A/N: Wrote this yesterday afternoon and decided to post it while the sex pollen fic isn't ready yet. Hope you like it.

Stephen used to be a man of exquisite tastes, who wanted to own the best car, impress as many women as possible, draw the most attention to himself at all times. This was Stephen before the accident, then there was Stephen after the accident, the one who lost everything he owned, who stopped looking after himself because he just couldn't make his hands obey him, the one who found purpose in the mystical arts and which ended up being dragged into the infinity war and blipped for five years.

Today Stephen was a third type of man. Less arrogant, more wise, he liked to think. Neither rich nor poor, but a comfortable thing between those two, somewhat eccentric in style for his old self's eyes, but most important of all: Stephen had you now. The woman he met after returning from the blip, with whom he had been together for three years and who had now agreed to live with him permanently in the Sanctum. Stephen was for all intents and purposes married now, although the papers still hadn't been signed and he still hadn't slipped a ring on your finger.

He never thought it could make him so happy. Of course, you made him happy enough just by loving him, but there was something special about knowing that every time he came home you were there to welcome him. It made him feel that everything he fought for, sometimes such abstract concepts as reality, the universe, now had a form and a name. You.

That night when Stephen opened a portal to the Sanctum after returning from an extremely long mission, he felt lots of feelings welling up in his chest. Satisfaction and a sense of accomplishment for having succeeded in yet another mission, relief for finally being home and knowing that he could take a shower and give his tired body the much-deserved rest, and a much stronger feeling, one that dominated all the others: gratitude for you being the first thing he saw when he got home.

You laid lazily under a blanket in the sofa of the living room, distracted by whatever it was you were watching. Your face lit only by the brightness that came from the tv once all the lights were off and just for being there, Stephen thought, you made the Sanctum Sanctorum really feel like home.

The loud sound of the tv and the horrendous screams and a horrifying music were enough reasons for you not to notice his presence, which made Stephen smirk to himself and close the portal behind him. He walked slowly towards you, his boots making the floor under his feet squeak and finally you looked up at him with a beautiful smile and promptly sat down crisscrossed on the couch.

"Hey, you're here. I had already given up hope that you would come back today." You said stretching out your hand for him to hold and pulling him closer.

"I confess it took me longer than I expected this time, but in the end you know I always come back to you." He said snapping his fingers and turning on the living room lamps, which made you squint behind the lenses of your glasses. You examined him closely, running your hands down his arms and chest and then letting out a small sigh of relief.

"No injuries this time, a real miracle."

"Sometimes it happens." Stephen chuckled, reaching his hands up to the sides of your glasses and carefully taking them off. He placed them on top of the coffee table. "Now I want a welcome kiss."

With those words, Cloaky let go of his shoulders and flew up the stairs as if it knew the two of you deserved a few moments alone after everything Stephen had been through the last few days.

"Hm, I think I want to give you more than just a kiss." You replied letting yourself be pulled to his lips. Stephen wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you off the couch like you weighed nothing. He sat up and helped you straddle him and as soon as you settled into his lap you pulled him to your lips again, your hand holding him around the back of his neck, the other running aimlessly down his chest, your hips gridding on him until you managed to get a moan from his lips. Moan that you smothered with your kisses full of saliva, teeth, and desire.

Now this feels like home. Stephen thought.

"I missed you, Stephen." You breathed right under his ear, making his skin tingle and an electrical current run down his spine towards his cock, making him throb beneath you.

"I missed you too, Sweetheart."

Unable to contain the desire he felt for you, Stephen grabbed your hips and forced you down, grinding you on his cock and closing his eyes, lolling his head back and letting you continue with your kisses and nibbles on his lips, chin and neck. It all felt too good to be true. He had won one more mission, he was home and you were there in his lap.

He exhaled deeply cupping your face between his hands. "Let's go upstairs, I need a shower first, I'm all sweaty and dirty."

But you were eager to deny his suggestion, grabbing a handful of his hair in the back of his head and placing your other hand flat on his chest to hold him in place.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck and inhaled deeply, "I like it. It's very masculine."

Stephen couldn't help but giggle, but shortly after he let out a loud moan when you rolled your hips on top of his cock in such a way that he saw stars. After 12 days away from home, he was climbing the walls, begging for some relief and you were more than willing to torture him with all that tease.

"You smell good actually. Makes me horny." You confessed. Stephen loved that about you. You were always so open about everything with him, especially in bed.

"May I?" You asked taking your hands to his belts and glancing at him through your lashes.

He nodded and you were quick to unbuckle all the belts. After years of doing that you could tell you were used to dealing with Stephen's robes, and an instant later you had his cock out of his pants. You pumped him slowly and then stopped for a second just to spit in your hand and bring the saliva to the tip of his cock. You lifted yourself up enough to pull the pajama shorts you were wearing to the side and direct him inside you.

"Fuck" Stephen groaned when you let yourself sink on his length. His head tilting back, eyes closing.

You kissed him passionately, but instead of starting to move you just stood there, still, feeling him pulsing inside you. That was like heaven for you.

When you finally moved, you did it slowly, not necessarily searching for a release, but taking your time, enjoying the feeling of having the man you loved between your legs.

He didn't thrust up, instead he pulled you to his mouth, placing kisses on your lips, on your chin, down to your neck, rubbing his goatee there and smirking at the prickling of your skin. He loved that.

You kept that slow motion pace for what seemed like a long time, neither of you willing to change a thing about it, reveling in that intimacy of making love instead of fucking that you knew was so rare.

When your release came it wasn't like an explosion, but like a flowing river, strong but calm, long but silent. You buried your face in his neck, moaning softly and breathing hard, your body trembling on top of his.

He tightened his grip on your hips, moving you back and forth on his cock, prolonging your climax and you felt his cock pulsing harder inside you, his breathing getting harder. You cupped his face in your hands and rested your forehead against his, your eyes locked, but neither of you said anything, not with words at least.

When his release came, he kissed you passionately and your bodies movements stopped completely, you could feel his cock pulsing and spurting his warm cum inside you. It felt right, it felt like home.

Stephen doubted he would ever get used to coming inside you. Not because of the act itself, but because of the sensation, the consummation of a love so great that it went far beyond sex, but that somehow was enshrined in that gesture. He was sure there was something sacred about the way you made him feel when he came on you.

You stayed a few minutes without exchanging a word. You dropped your body weight on top of his and he wrapped his arms around you keeping the two of you connected and the silence never felt more comfortable. Just your soft breath against his chest and his on the top of your head. Outside Stephen could hear the sound of cars passing in the street, but inside the Sanctum the complicit silence prevailed.

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[pahtoosh]

baker's convention

[image ID: a gif from infinity war of steve hugging bucky. /.end ID]

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18+

wc: 1900 words

warnings: food. reader gets picked up by steve. i kinda gave our baba anxiety(sorry)

a/n: i am SO proud of this! i hope you all love it! and i am very happy to expand the chef/baker universe! i sprinkled in a hint at a future fic with baker!nat, but let me know if you guys have any suggestions for our other friends!

pairing: chef!daddy!bucky x gn!little!reader

summary: bucky takes you to a baker's convention and you get to try new creations from his closest friends. special appearances from natasha, sam, and steve!

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Bucky helped you put on your lanyard and nametag at the convention center’s entrance. He knew you could do it yourself, but he was stalling and needed something to occupy his shaky hands. He straightened out your shirt, another nervous habit of his. 

“Are you excited, bubba?”

“Yes! So excited, Daddy.” 

“Good, good. Daddy’s excited too.”

He kept fiddling with your clothes and tried not to think about how nervous he was for today. You’d met his baker buddies before, but never all at once, in one day. And never in such a crowded place. 

He wasn’t worried because of you; he was worried about all the things beyond his control. What if the convention was too overwhelming? What if you two got separated? What if a stranger was mean to you? Breathe, Bucky. Breathe. 

“Daddy?”

“Y-yeah?”

“I can have all the sweets I want today, right?”

Bucky laughed, taken aback by your question.

“Our minds are in two different places, honeybun.” He stopped messing with your clothes and kissed your forehead. “Yes, you can have all the sweets you want if you remember your manners–and if you give me a big hug right now.”

You squealed and wrapped your arms around Bucky, squeezing him with all your might. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

Bucky was starting to feel a bit better. As usual, you were able to calm his nerves and remind him that he had nothing to worry about. He was a good caregiver. If you got overwhelmed, he would know the signs and how to help you. If you got lost, he had plenty of friends and colleagues who knew you, loved you, and would do anything to help. If a stranger tried ruining your day, he was more concerned with what you could do to them than what they could do to you. 

While you were hugging Bucky as hard as you could, you were also helping slow down his heart rate and the other physical signs of his stress. He was finally prepared to go in.

“Are you ready, baby?”

“Yes! Yes! I’m so ready!” 

You swung your interlocked hands back and forth as you and Bucky walked through the doors and down the long hallway that led to the convention center.

The sight of the many vendors and their stalls selling baked goods stopped you in your tracks. There were more than you could count. It seemed as if there were endless rows of cookies, cupcakes, pies, and happy people enjoying the art of baking. 

Bucky noticed a friend giving you a slight wave to get your attention. He gently tugged your hand. 

“Do you wanna go over there, honey? That booth looks good.”

You looked at the booth and gasped, then walked as fast as you could to get there, tugging Bucky along behind you. You were by no means as gentle with Bucky as he had been with you earlier. He laughed good-naturedly as you practically pulled his arm out of its socket. 

“Natty!”

“Hey there, firecracker.” 

Bucky greeted her with a nod. “Natalia.”

“Buchanan.” She turned to face you again. “I saw you pulling your Daddy back there. I could teach you this trick if you re-”

Bucky covered your ears with his hands and gave his friend a bewildered look. “You’re not teaching them that,” he whisper shouted. 

Natasha stifled a laugh while Bucky took his hands away from your ears and tried to redirect your attention. “Which of these treats do you wanna try first, bun?”

“Can I have one of the cakes, please?”

“Comin’ right up.” She handed you a small plate with a square piece of cake and two forks. Bucky motioned for you to take the first bite. Your eyes widened in delight. The cake was so delicate and soaked in a sweet milk. The cake itself was sightly sour, but the sweet milk and ganache topping balanced the whole dessert. 

“What is this?”

“It’s bird’s milk cake. Do you like it?”

“Mhm!” You went in for another bite. 

“I have something else for you to try too.” Natasha reached beside her and handed you and Bucky another plate with two small, potato-like objects. “This is called kartosha.”

You tried pronouncing this new word before taking a bite. Once again, you were struck by how beautifully simple and balanced the dessert was. Bittersweet cookie crumbles were combined with sweet, sticky condensed milk.

“It’s so good!”

“I’m glad you think so.” Natasha looked like she was going to say more, but then a special someone caught her eye. She leaned over to whisper in your ear. “I think someone’s been stealing looks and wondering when you’re going to visit their booth.”

You whipped your head around and saw Sam look quickly in the other direction, as if he was pretending that he hadn’t been looking at you earlier. He had a mischievous smile on his face though, and his eyes wandered to you for a second before darting back. He rocked back and forth on his heels and even began to whistle a little. You giggled at his attempts to look casual.

You turned to Bucky. “Daddy, can we go to Sammy’s booth?”

“Sure can, let’s say bye to Nat first.”

“Bye, Natty! Thank you for the cake and kartosha!”

“You’re welcome.” She walked around the booth to give you a goodbye hug. “You have to come visit the cafe soon, okay? The kitties miss you and I need some help from my little decorator.”

“I will!” You waved goodbye and then skipped to Sam’s booth. 

He was still putting on his oblivious act. 

“Sammy, hi!”

“Oh, hey! I didn’t even see you there!”

You laughed and shook your head. “Nuh uh, I saw you looking!”

“Alright, alright, ya caught me. But once you see the show I’ve got planned for you, you’ll understand.”

“A show?” you asked, bouncing excitedly.

“Yup. A whole show. Tell me something, do you like caramel?” He took a step to where his burner stove was.

“Yeah!” 

“Okay well this isn’t exactly caramel, but if you like caramel, you’ll like this.” He put a small pan on the stove and turned on the heat. “We’ll start off with a little butter, some cinnamon, and brown sugar.” Sam effortlessly dropped and sprinkled the ingredients into the pan as he listed them off. He gave the mixture a stir, shaking the pan at the same time like a pro.

“Now I don’t know if you like bananas. But if you don’t, you’ll like them after this.” He put a small handful of slices into the pan and coated them in the sauce. He turned off the stove. 

“Alright, here’s the real show. I need y’all to take one step back so you’re behind that red tape on the floor.”

You and Bucky did as he said. 

“Perfect, thank you. Now these bananas just need a little more juice.” He poured a small amount of clear amber liquid into the pan. “And they could also use a little more heat.” He flicked a lighter just to the side of the pan, setting all of the amber liquid aflame. He shook the pan back and forth, flipping the bananas in the flaming sauce. You watched the fire, absolutely mesmerized by how it shifted and how Sam had so much control over the volatile force. He kept the whole thing moving, like it was a choreographed dance between him and the flaming pan where he was the leader. Slowly, the flames died down and the bananas were left in a glistening sauce.

“THAT WAS THE COOLEST THING EVER!” you screamed, clapping your hands and jumping up and down. “How did you do that?!”

“A lot of practice, okay? Don’t ever try this at home.”

You nodded. “I’ll just watch you do it every day.”

Sam laughed. “If you boost my ego like this every time, I’ll do this whenever you want. You ready to try the bananas now?”

“Yes please!”

“Alright, and one more very important question.” He halted and looked at you seriously. “Do you want ice cream?”

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Sam gave you and Bucky two beautiful bowls of bananas foster, he called it. He grinned from ear to ear as you asked him endless questions. You wanted to talk more(and ask for another serving), but a crowd full of people wanting to see Sam’s show had formed. You thanked him profusely and waved goodbye nearly your entire walk to the next booth, until you had to turn the corner and could no longer see your friend. Luckily, Bucky was holding your other hand and leading the way to make sure you didn’t bump into anyone or get lost.

You were about to mourn the end of the best time of your life, when you saw another friend waving to you excitedly.

“Stevie!”

You skipped to his booth and he met you in the middle, picking you up for a bone-crushing hug. 

“I missed you, bug!”

“Easy, Rogers. Bubba’s full of sweets and ice cream.”

Steve set you down gently and fixed your clothes that he had messed up. “Sorry, bubba, sorry. Wait–you had ice cream already?”

“Uh huh! We went to Sam’s booth!”

“Aw, you went to Sam’s booth before mine? That’s not fair!” he whined. He put a hand over his chest. “You’re breakin’ my heart, bubba.”

“And he gave me a fire show.”

“And he gave you a fire show?” Steve pretended to cry, putting his head in his hands and allowing sobs to run through his body. 

“Stevieee, c’mon!” You wrapped your arms around him and patted his back. “Do you know what Sammy didn’t give to me?”

“What?” Steve asked, still pouting. 

“Two hugs!”

Steve stopped his crocodile tears and returned your embrace, swinging you side to side to hear your giggles. 

“I guess the hugs make up for me not having any fire. And I’m the best hugger you know, right?”

“I-”

“Let’s go see the sweets I have for you!” he said, cutting you off. He carried you on his hip for the short walk to his booth and set you down at the front of it, because only vendors were allowed in the behind area.

Steve stepped behind the display and fixed his apron. Before he spoke, he puffed out his chest and held out his hands in a theatrical manner.

“Welcome to a slice of paradise! We have every pie you can think of! Apple, pumpkin, pecan, key lime, cherry, strawberry–every American classic! And for the non-pie lovers, I have cheesecakes, tarts, and the best rice krispie treats made with my Ma’s secret recipe.” He ended his speech with a wink.

“Wow! There’s so many! I don’t know which one to choose.” You looked at Bucky for assistance. 

“Lucky for you, my little bug, I have a sampler platter!” Steve presented you with a plate of many small squares of everything he was selling, all with different colored toothpicks. “You can try these out and when you decide the one you want, let me know and I’ll serve you a whole slice.”

You giddily took the sampler plate and tried all the samples with Bucky, giving Steve feedback after each bite. When you finished trying all of the sweets, you couldn’t pick just one to have a full slice of.

“Stevie?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I have another sample plate, please?”

“Sure, but don’t you want a whole slice of your favorite one?”

“I can’t choose a favorite! They’re all so good.”

Steve smiled proudly. “Alright, one more sampler platter for the charmer with the grouchy daddy.”

Bucky grunted while you giggled. “I have one more question.”

Steve nodded while he arranged your next plate. “What’s up?”

“Can I have a scoop of ice cream too? I need to try all of them with it, for science.”

#bucky x little!reader #daddy!bucky #daddy!bucky x little!reader #gn!little!reader #oneshot #fluff #sfw regression #agere fic #littlespace fics #chef!bucky #baker!nat #baker!sam #baker!steve #baker's convention #bakers convention #bakers-convention #little being carried #marvel agere #toosh writes

[marvelettesassemblenow]

Under my Umbrella

Pairing: Steve Rogers x female Reader  

Summary: On your vacation in Edinburgh you spot a lonely man sitting in the rain on a bench. You decide to give him a hot beverage 

Word Count:  ~1.8k

Warnings: none I think 

A/N: This takes place before Infinity War and Endgame didn’t happen as did certain things in IW because who knows me, knows I only write fluff. So Steve stays and gets his happy ending. 

The sun had just been shining, but now the first drops of rain were landing on the fabric of your jacket. You struggled with the mechanism of your umbrella before you finally managed to open it and even more droplets had found their way onto your skin in the meantime.  

When you were more secured under the protecting fabric, you continued walking towards the pavilion that was selling hot beverages. While you were waiting in line you spotted a man sitting on a bench. He was staring at the castle (as most of the people in Edinburgh were) and didn’t seem bothered by the changed weather. His baseball cap protected his face from the rain, but that was about it. He wasn’t even dressed like most of the tourists with rain jackets and walking boots. 

“Don’t mind him, he’s been here for a few days now. He’s harmless,” the vendor ripped you out of your thoughts and you realized that it was your turn to order. You ordered two hot beverages and struggled to hold the hot containers and the umbrella at the same time. You managed to arrive at the bench the man sat at with only one shoulder slightly more wet. 

“Um hi, I thought you might want something to drink to warm you up. I’ve got tea or hot chocolate if you want.” Blue eyes started into yours and you almost let the paper cups slip. Wet pieces of hair came out under the cap, his beard also had some droplets of water in it, but his blue eyes were what caught your attention. “Don’t feel pressured, I just saw you sitting here in the rain and thought you’d might like something.” 

“That was very thoughtful of you. I’d like the hot chocolate if that’s okay with you.” His voice was raspy as if he hadn’t used it in a while. 

“Of course, I offered, right?” You tried to hold out the right cup, but lost the grip on the umbrella you had with your arm. 

“Let me,” he said and when he reached out to take the umbrella and hold it over your head he was very gentle. 

“Would it be okay for me to sit here and drink my tea?” you asked and he nodded and told you to wait before you sat down. He took a t-shirt out of a backpack that you hadn’t spotted under his legs and swiped the bench dry with it. You offered to share the umbrella and the man agreed under the premise that he would hold it. 

It was quiet for a while until he said: “Do you know that over two million people visit the castle every year?” 

“Wow, that’s a lot. But I get it, I haven’t seen something like this before. And the people here are so nice!” 

This was a start of a discussion for the two of you. He provided more facts about the city and you learned that he wasn’t originally form Edinburgh too. You talked for almost an hour and the cups were empty when you had to leave. 

“Thank you for the hot chocolate and the companionship,” he said when you stood up and he got up with you – still holding the umbrella. 

“You’re welcome. Thank you for the nice conversation -” you stopped and noticed that you haven’t gotten his name. 

“My name is Steve,” he provided. 

“Farewell, Steve,” you said and took your umbrella. When you looked back you saw him sitting again in the rain and you weren’t sure if he really had a small smile on his lips or if it was your imagination. 

The next day you found yourself back in princess street garden. There were a few reasons for that: 1. The castle was like a magnet, as you could see it from almost every point in town. 2. The garden was such a beautiful place! It was so green and clean, you felt relaxed walking through it. And the 3. reason was something that you had to admit was Steve. You just hoped to see him again. 

Was he living there? The vendor had said he had been there for days, but he hadn't smelled or anything. On the other hand he had a backpack with clothes in it. Maybe he was an unfortunate traveler that had been stranded here? Maybe he wasn’t even there anymore and you had come for nothing. Well not nothing as you had clearly come for the view of the castle and the tea. Maybe you’d try the hot chocolate today as Steve had seemed to enjoy it. 

And why on earth was your mind always going back to Steve? A guy you had talked to for not even an hour? And were your feet also carrying you faster when you saw the shade of a man with a baseball hat on a bench? You stopped by the pavilion again and ordered two hot chocolates this time. 

“I’m trading a hot chocolate for a fun fact about the castle,” you said and held the cup in front of Steves face. This time you were sure there was a smile on his face as you saw it clearly. 

“Above a door in the royal palace are the initials MAH engraved. They did this when Mary, queen of the Scots, gave birth to King James IV.” 

“Definitely worth a cup of hot chocolate,” you held out the cup and he took it and patted the seat next to him. This time you didn’t have an excuse to sit as closely to him as it wasn’t raining. You were in the middle of a sip when a touch on your leg startled you. You looked over to Steve who pointed a finger towards the grass where a small squirrel was, before it continued its way towards the two of you. It nibbled shortly on your shoelaces before it decided it wasn’t a snack and went back to its next target. 

“Did you see that?” you asked full of glee. 

“I did!” he confirmed. It did seem like he just noticed that his hand was still slightly touching your leg and he removed it. “You want to take a walk with me?” he asked and you agreed. 

Visiting Steve was like an unspoken rule. Just like you never asked why he was always sitting on that bench. Time with him flew and one hour turned into two. He made you laugh, he was very attentive and, on the day, when it rained again, he held the umbrella so you wouldn’t get wet while he had to duck his head. 

“This is my last day here. I should be packing, but I rather saw you for the last time.” You couldn’t believe that you told him that. But there was nothing to lose, this was the last time you saw him. 

“I think I have to stay a little longer, but at least I’ve got to know you.” You had reached the end of the park and looked at each. Steves skin was tinted red from the reflection of the umbrella and you had never seen someone more beautiful! 

“I’ll miss our daily dates,” you almost whispered. 

“I’ll miss you,” was Steves simple response. He bent forward and suddenly he pressed his lips against yours. It was gentle at first but then he put more pressure in it when you didn’t pull away. His hand was touching your face softly and his finger stroked your cheek when he put some distance between your faces. 

“Stay safe, sunshine” 

A few years later 

“I can’t believe that we took the hard way. No one else here is out of breath!” you complained when you let yourself fall on the grass and watched the people walking the paved path while you and Steve had walked the hard way to the top of Arthurs seat to enjoy the view of Edinburgh. 

“Have I told you that you look even more beautiful than the day I first saw you, sunshine?” Steve sat down so close to you, so he could put his arm behind you and you could lean against it. 

“You tell me that every day,” you laughed and put your head on his shoulder. 

“It’s the truth! When I saw you struggling holding all three items in your hand and the rain falling down your umbrella, a small slip of sun came through and illuminated you. I don’t call you sunshine for no reason.” 

“You are a charmer. I can’t believe we’ve met that way!” 

It had been two days after your farewell when you saw the news about Captain America destroying a train station in Edinburgh. It only took a few seconds of the footage until you realized that the homeless/ stranded man you had seen daily was actually Captain America who had been on the run. Months later there had been a letter in your postbox. It had been from Steve who figured out where you lived and wanted to give you the option if you wanted to see him or not. 

Of course you had wanted to see him and after a lot of dates, that didn’t include a bench in the park, you moved in together and finally decided to visit the place again where it had all begun. 

“It is a nice story. But I think we could leave out the part where you thought I was homeless,” he laughed and pressed a kiss to your side of the head. He was very affectionate since the two of you began dating and you were loving it. When the two of you met again in person, he had told you that he had been searching for Wanda. And while he had be sitting in the park, he had heard about all the stuff people said about the castle, so he could provide the facts he told you in exchange for the hot chocolate. 

“I will never leave out that part. It is one of the best parts.” it was your favorite part because it made everyone laugh. 

“My favorite part was meeting you,” he pulled you towards him until you both fell back onto the ground and kissed you. Never in your life would you have thought that you’d meet your future husband on your vacation. Not that Steve knew about your upcoming proposal. The only other person who knew was the vendor in princess street garden who would make sure that your bench wouldn’t be occupied tomorrow. But for now you would enjoy being in Steves arm. 

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#steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #captain america x you #steve rogers x you #steve x you #captain america oneshot #fluff #marvel fanfiction

[mytheoristavenue]

GOTG Rocket x Reader 🍋 - Heatwaves

Summary: Long from home, the ship's air conditioner breaks, resulting in hallucination-inducing heat. Your obvious crush on Rocket doesn't make things any better.

Warnings: Inspired by a series of TMNT fics I did a while back, sexual innuendo, dirty talk, degradation, praise, illness from excessive heat, daydreaming/hallucinating, suggestive situations, sexual tension, judgment impaired by arousal, fem!reader, non specified species!reader, humanoid/anthro!reader, takes place between vol. 2 and infinity war

You were so dizzy, melting into the sofa, sprawled out with no regard for anyone else's comfort. Your head rested against Mantis's leg, while your legs invaded Drax's bubble, not that he minded. His people didn't really understand the concepts of personal space anyhow. You were all in this boat though, Gamora splayed out on the floor as it was the coolest surface in the ship. With this heat, all there was to do to bear it was strip down to the littlest clothing possible before becoming indecent and napping to make the time pass quicker.

"C'mon, you guys, cheer up," Peter forced a cheerful tone from the cockpit. "Rocket said he should be finished with the repairs on the AC tomorrow."

"Thank God," you groaned, pinching the fabric of your tanktop to unstick it from your chest. "I can't take this shit anymore."

"Yeah, I'm so sweaty, it feels like I showered in my clothes." Mantis agreed from above you, doing the same and wiggling all over to have her shirt sit right.

"But you didn't," Drax gave her a lead-poisoned stare. "I have been watching you for hours and you haven't moved, let alone gone to shower." The empath's head very slowly turned towards him, her glare and pursed lips screaming that she was done with his nonsense.

"Ya know," the captain called again. "If you're hot, just think how Rocket feels. It's probably way hotter down there in the boiler, plus he's covered in fur."

"I am Groot." The sapling said, raising his head off Gamora's chest as she nodded, agreeing with him.

"I don't care that fur is like insulation, if you're hot, he's hot. And I don't see any of you trying to help him, so stop whining." Peter's light reprimand, admittedly had pulled on your heartstrings a bit. It was awfully nice of Rocket to fix the AC all by himself, even if he was the only one with the know-how to do it.

"He's right," you sighed, begrudgingly tearing yourself off the sofa, your exposed skin having stuck to it. Finally separated from the mound of leather and flesh, you stumbled over to the kitchenette and threw open the fridge before grabbing a few bottles of water. "Rocket might need some help, I'll go check on him."

-----

You had never been in this part of the ship before, slinking through halls and around protruding pipes and fixtures. It was much hotter down here, closer to the water heating systems. You had to halt for a moment, pressing your hand to the wall for stability as you hunched a bit. If you were already feeling faint, you couldn't imagine how Rocket was feeling. For all you knew, he could have passed out and nobody would have known.

Suddenly you began to make out a distant, distorted racket that echoed and reverberated against every surface. It sounded almost...melodic? Following as it became louder, it led you to a warm light that streamed out from beyond a closed door. You halted for a moment, now being able to separate the noise, which you now recognized as a voice, singing lazily. Rocket never sang in front of people and you almost felt perverted as you listened to his rendition of Silver's 'Wham Bam Shang-A-Lang'. "Now that it's said and we both understand," he softly crooned, voice carrying to far reaches. "Let's say our goodbyes before it gets out of hand."

Inhaling sharply, you finally found it in you to grip the door handle and let yourself in. Orange light flooded out of the small room and the music became as clear as it was going to get, loud enough to conceal the sound of the door opening. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him.

Everyone had always been able to tell you were sweet on Rocket, and you'd never done much to hide the fact but seeing him now, bathed in marigold neon, laid flat on his back up underneath a large fixture...shirtless- it was too much for you. His fur was slicked against his chest from sweat and his jumpsuit was tied loosely on his hips, revealing much more of him than you ever could have been prepared to see. Adding to that his admittedly lovely, gruff singing voice, the scene was a recipe for an upset tummy.

Deciding you couldn't handle this, you silently tried to back out of the room, eyes trained on him like a deer in headlights. You may have gotten away with it, had one of the water bottles not fallen from the crook of your elbow, alerting him to your presence. Instantly, he rolled out from under the machine, set down his tools, and sat up, staring at you. "(Y/N), what are you doing down here?"

Now that you could see his face, you were in even worse shape. The white stripes on his cheeks were smeared with grease, whiskers crumpled, and fur unkempt. He looked incredibly rugged- more so than usual. "Hello? Knowwhere to (Y/N)?" he croaked again and waved a hand in front of him, voice hoarse from unrestricted use. "You okay?"

At last, you shook out of your trance, flustered to hell and back, and eagerly swooped down to grab the bottle. "Y-Yeah, I'm great! You're just really hot!" Rocket stared at you for a second, waiting for you to correct yourself before owning the compliment and mocking you for it. Obviously, you didn't take the hint, so that was his cue.

"Well thanks, dollface," he smirked, standing up and sauntering over to the doorway, taking the dropped bottle from you before popping off the cap and chugging it. About halfway through, he stopped with a deep, relieved sigh. "I always thought I was pretty hot but it's still nice to hear it from someone else." That's when your stomach dropped, realizing what you'd said. Time to backtrack.

"Oh my God, no!" you gasped, once again dropping what you were holding to slap your hands to your face. "I don't think you're hot!" Rocket looked at you quizzically, hand on hip. "I-I mean I do think you're attractive, b-but not in a weird way! More like a friend way!"

"Uh-huh," he teased, crossing his arms and leaning on the doorframe. "Friend attraction's the best kind, ya know? And don't sweat it, Quill says I'm hot all the time."

"Rocket, please..." you finally gave in, physically crumbling. "I meant like- you're probably getting hot down here and I wanted to bring you something to drink."

"I know, dollface, I'm just yankin' your chain." he laughed, pushing off the wall and walking back farther into the room to sit on a bucket. "I needed a break anyway, thanks princess."

"Princess...?"

"What?"

"N-Nothing!" You finally let out a sigh of relief, following a bit closer and sitting on the floor. "So how's it coming?" you asked, uncapping your own bottle after passing him the last one.

"Well, I've identified the problem, but I don't got the right parts to fix it. Good news is, I think I was able to work up a temporary replacement that should at least get us back to Knowwhere. I know if we can just get home, I can get a brand new part for cheap-" You weren't sure when, but at some point, you'd stopped listening, mind and eyes wandering.

" Ah, fuck, (Y/N), easy! Yeah, j-just like that, keep movin' just like that for me princess..."

"Are you even listening?" Rocket's annoyed tone brought you out of your daydream. You must have zoned out without realizing it, how embarrassing. "Jeez, you're hopeless, ya know that?" He chided, standing up and grabbing a rag to wipe his hands on.

"Sorry..." you slumped shamefully before trailing him as he got back into position. "H-Hey, is there anything I can do to help you out?"

"Hmm," he paused, laying back down on the creeper, ready to roll back under the unit. "I guess you can keep me company, hand me tools," he proposed, disappearing under the machine. Suddenly his voice dropped an octave, words echoed against metallic surfaces that made you freeze. "I know my girl is very good with my tools."

You squeaked at his sudden turn in demeanor, falling on your behind and scrambling away from him. "W-What?!"

Rocket rolled back out, propping up on an elbow, eyeing you with concern. "What, what'd I say?" he asked frantically. "What's up with you?"

"Y-You said-" you stammered, not even comfortable with repeating what you heard. "Y-You said...I'm g-good with your tools!"

He looked at you like you were the biggest moron he'd ever met. "Well, yeah?" he chastised. "You help me in my shop all the time, so I know you know which ones are which. You're good at knowing which ones to hand me." Your chest heaved as he once again returned to his position, reaching his hand out. His small fingers curled, a sign for you to hand something over. "Gimme that ratchet." Quickly, you placed it in his hand, before clicking open the socket set.

"What size socket?"

"Twelve millimeter." He answered, settling the tool on his stomach to use both hands for whatever he was doing. Scanning the set, you plucked out the shallow twelve millimeter piece and set it on his chest, waiting for him to grab it. He did and growled in dismay, giving it back.

"No, princess," he corrected, gasping through clenched teeth. "Need it deep."

"You...w-what?" you carefully asked, feeling incredibly dizzy and unable to discern truth from hallucination.

"I need the deep twelve millimeter, not the shallow one." Rocket scolded, giving a frustrated sigh as he listened to you scramble for the correct piece, profusely apologizing all the while. Finally, you found the right one, presenting it to him just in time for him to roll out from under the fixture again. "Okay, dollface," he titled his head, worried. "What's your deal?"

"Deal? There's no deal!" you played dumb, laughing nervously, hoping he'd just drop it. "I'm fine, really!"

You went rigid, watching him silently creep closer to you, unsure if this was real or not. Finally, he placed a paw against your cheek and whispered in close: "You're burnin' up, baby."

"Rocket, I don't feel good." you stated abruptly. "I-I think something's wrong with me."

"I'll say," he cooed, dragging his knuckles down the side of your face. "How about you let me change that, hmm?" The world around you began to blur, and all you could make out were his words. You understood that his hands were on you, but you couldn't say where; you couldn't feel it, you couldn't even see clearly. "Yeah, baby just lay down, lemme do all the work." He soothed seductively. "Let daddy take care of you, 'kay, (Y/N)?"

That last word, it was your name, right? He kept repeating it, like a broken record, and suddenly all the gruffness left his voice. You listened as intently as you could, hearing it morph from lustful to monotone, and then increasingly more worried- desperate even. "(Y/N)!" There it was again.

Slowly, as his voice became more clear, the cloudiness in your vision dissipated and your senses began to return. Your cheek burned against hot metal, and you could feel patting on your face. A figure hovered over you, close enough to breathe on you. "Goddamnit, (Y/N), wake up!"

"R-Rocket...?" you stuttered, recognizing the figure. "What's going on...?"

"Nevermind that," he hushed. "Lay back down," Suddenly, he turned away from you, yelling out the door, presumably to the oncoming footsteps stampeding down the hall. "In here!" Your eyelids began to get heavy as the world began to fall away again. The last thing you remember was being lifted into the air by a second, hulking figure, then nothing.

-----

You awoke in your bunk, arctic air breezing by your face. What had happened, how did you get here? Where was Rocket? Your fingers twitched, sore from lack of use and the tips of them caught the sensation of something foreign. Multiple fibers connected to one source, soft in mass but wirey when you singled one out. Letting your hand travel up the organism, you froze, realizing you'd answered one of your questions. Glancing down, you found Rocket, curled in a ball at your side. That was odd, you did share a room, but Rocket never slept in your bunk.

Your movements must have roused him as he stirred under your touch, slowly unfurling himself and stretching out. "You're up," he noted, smiling a bit. "You'll be happy to know the AC is fixed."

Now that you took notice of it, the room was cooler, cold even. "Wow," you yawned, smiling back sleepily. "How long was I out for?"

"About eight hours," he copied, yawning as a reaction to seeing you do the same. You halted a moment, confused.

"Wait, I thought you said it'd take you another day to fix it?" you rubbed sleep from your eye waiting for his explaination.

"Nothin' an all nighter couldn't fix." He laughed exhaustedly, curling back up into your side. You'd usually question his sudden cuddliness, but it made your bed that much cozier. "Honestly, your little heatstroke..." his voice softened a bit. "It scared me a little. I was worried about ya."

"Heatstroke..." you repeated. "That makes so much sense," At least now you had an explanation for all those hallucinations from earlier. Though you were glad to be well again, Rocket's attention was nice, even if it was all in your head. "That explains me hearing and seeing things that weren't there down in the boiler. Sorry for acting so weird.." you confessed sheepishly.

"Don't be sorry," he chuckled cockily, eyes peacefully resting. "We'll definitely be having a lengthy, private conversation about all that after I catch up on some sleep." Your stomach dropped at that, imagining all the terrible outcomes that could result from said conversation. "And for the record, dollface, I do think you're very good at handling my tools, ya know," he smirked, nuzzling your ear. "When you follow directions."

Your stomach did flips as your head began to feel heavy again. "I-I must still be hallucinating...I swear I just heard you say-"

"Did I fuckin' stutter?"

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[ladychota]

I Missed You

Pairing - Loki x Female Reader

Warnings - Crying Loki, freaking Thanos dusting half the universe, grief (lmk if you want me to add anything)

Summary - The Avengers leave for a mission, leaving you and Loki alone in the compound to do whatever you want... but something unexpected happens.

Word Count - 850

A/N - This takes place at the end of Infinity War to near the end of Endgame, but Loki survived Thanos and his neck-crushing hands

Masterlist

"I'm glad they didn't let you go on that mission," You say, stroking Loki's hair as he lies on your chest.

"Oh really?" He replies. "And why's that?"

"Because it means we can spend time together. I missed you when you went to Asgard with Thor,"

You feel him smile against your stomach. "I missed you too, my love. So much. When Thanos came for us, I honestly thought it was the end. I thought I'd never get to hold you ever again,"

You hum in sad acknowledgement. "I started to get worried after the first few weeks of no contact. I was so scared that something had happened and I wasn't there to save you..."

You feel his hand stroke your face lovingly. "Well, we're here together now. That's all that matters, darling,"

"I agree," You smile. "In fact, why don't we do something? We should make use of this alone time,"

Loki sits up just enough so he can see your face, then leans forwards and presses a kiss to your lips. "I'd like that,"

You both get up and stretch, planning what you could do together.

"We could do some baking," You suggest. "Or reading,"

"Hmm... we could make those little fairy cakes you like," Loki pulls you towards him, a grin playing on his lips.

"Yes! They're my fav-" Your sentence is cut off by an odd pull in your chest. The smile is wiped from your face.

Something isn't right.

"Are you okay, my love?" Loki asks, concern lacing his every word. "We don't have to do it,"

You look up into his worried green eyes, your breathing becoming short.

"S-something's happened," You say shakily, feeling your body weakening.

"What do you mean?" Loki's grip tightens on your arms.

Something black begins to swirl around you... ashes, perhaps?

"Wait... wait Y/n! No!" His panicked voice fades away; his body disappears. You stumble forwards at the lack of contact. 

The ashes that were once floating around seem to sink into your skin. You look around at the once beautiful room as it slowly transforms. The wallpaper starts to peel and discolour, the furniture overturns and breaks itself, the light in the room disappears as the curtains are drawn.

You freeze, looking around the room as your heart is gripped by fear.

"What the fuck..."

What just happened? Where did Loki go? You feel your strength returning, but that feeling of weakness is quickly replaced by terror.

"Y/n!?" You hear a shout and fast feet down the corridor outside. "Y/n!!"

"Loki!?" He bursts through the door and freezes as you run a stressed hand through your hair. "I don't know what the hell just ha-"

You stop speaking as you notice him walking towards you slowly; timidly; his eyes filling with tears.

"Are you alright?" You ask, your voice breaking slightly with worry.

His hands cup your face, caressing your cheeks so gently it's as if he's worried about breaking you.

"Are you really here?" His voice is a hoarse whisper.

"Yes...?" You whisper in return. "Why wouldn't I be?"

His bottom lip trembles as the welling tears finally spill and trickle down his face. To think you were speaking of making fairy cakes only a moment ago...

"Y/n... my love, it's been five years,"

Your brow furrows in confusion. "Five years? Since what?"

He lets out a shuddering breath. "We lost, Y/n. That mission the others were sent on? They lost. Thanos snapped. He killed half of the universe, in-including... you,"

Your heart fills with dread, Loki's teary eyes only making it worse. "But then... how am I here?"

A small, sad smile graces his face before it disappears only a moment later. "We got the stones back. Bruce snapped and... and... you're here,"

His arms wrap around you as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, sobs wracking through his body. He's holding you so tightly it hurts, but you don't care.

"I'm here, Loki..." You murmur, trying to reassure him as tears spring to your own eyes.

He pulls away after a few minutes, attempting to steady his breathing as he looks down at you.

"I missed your beauty," He whispers. You notice how tired he looks, how the spark in his eyes seems to have died. "I missed your laugh and your jokes. I missed your voice, the twinkle in your eye, the lines you get on your face when you smile," He gives you a small, wobbly smile; you're both on the verge of tears once more as he continues:

"I missed the happiness and love you brought me. I missed the way you fiddle with your hair or my hand when you're nervous, the way you snuggle into my chest when you're tired, the way you try anything and everything to make sure I'm comfortable and happy..." He takes a deep breath.

"I missed you, Y/n,"

You feel your heart break slightly upon hearing his words, a single tear slipping down your cheek. You move onto your tip toes, leaning up to kiss him in silent gratitude, his words meaning more to you than you could ever express.

But your lips never meet.

Instead you're met with the blinding light of the world exploding around you.

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[zylice]

Tom Hiddleston always gets the short end of the stick when it comes to ‘Loki.’

- His show didn’t have showrunners that actually knew about or cared about his character

- The original script he was given was blacklisted in 2018

- Michael Waldron the show ‘creator’ is a ‘phile’ and a sicko overall.

- Kate Herron said that they ‘made things up as they went along.’

- They wanted to ‘knock Tom down a notch’ in order to let Sylvie shine. I recall Taika saying a similar thing in relation to Ragnarok and even Feige removed him from Age of Ultron due to his ‘insane acting skills.’ 🙄

- Apparently Chris Hemsworth is ‘sick of Loki’ and said that he’s like a “clingy ex-girlfriend who can’t take the hint that it’s done, it’s over.”

- Taika Waititi said that Loki outshined Thor before so he wanted to stop that from happening.

- Taika wanted to put Loki in a porta potty:

- Taika wanted Tom to get pregnant with a horse implying bestial r*pe!!

- Most of his scenes from the movies were deleted

- Michael Waldron and Kate Herron said that they wanted to ‘knock Tom down a few pegs’ in order to give Sylvie a chance to shine

- He had to film the show during COVID which stuffed a lot of things

- He couldn’t promote the second season due to the SAG AFTRA strikes.

- He’s never featured in the Marvel opening title sequence

- He is still one of the ‘lowest paid Marvel actors.’

- He goes out of his way to promote Infinity War even though he’s only in it for 2 minutes!

- His series didn’t get the ‘spotlight treatment’ or have and show runners who KNEW anything about Marvel or Loki! Tom spent FOUR days showing them PowerPoint presentations showing them all about aloki and the MCU at the infamous ‘Loki Lectures’ but “SCREW YOU TOM AND YOUR CHARACTER! WE CARE MORE ABOUT KANG AND THE TVA, YOUR ‘CHARACTER’ IS JUST A PLACE HOLDER NOW!”

- They made him look older and less appealing in the show than he does irl. Look at him in some shots in the show then see him behind the scenes! The makeup, lighting and angles were unflattering at times! They even managed to remove that sparkle in his eye in the show but it was there behind the scenes!

- The director of S1, Kate Herron said that it was wanted Sophia/Sylvie to ‘knock Tom Hiddleston down a notch.’

The director of S2, Aaron Moorhead said ‘Why don’t you just go away?’

What we could have had… 😪 Poor guy. I wonder how he feels being bullied, exploited and sidelined all the time. 😢💔

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[ellethespaceunicorn]

Don’t Take My Sunshine Away, Part I

Title: Don’t Take My Sunshine Away, Part I

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Reader (Sunshine)

Fandom: The Gray Man

Word Count: 2.5K

Series Summary: You lived your life on a schedule. Everything is planned out from sunrise to sunset. But what happens when you go out on a limb and out of your comfort zone? Will it have dire consequences?

Chapter Summary: You’d agreed to meet someone from the internet and you find yourself tied up in a basement. 

Warnings: dark fic!, attempted mugging, drugging, abduction, suspension bondage, Murder Daddy™️, oral sex (m receiving), dub-con, non-con, unprotected p-in-v sex, knife play, biting, blood play

A/N: I had an idea about Lloyd Hansen. Here is that idea. I haven’t written for Chris Evans’ character since Steve Rogers pre-Infinity War so this was an exercise and a half! Also, many many many thanks to @peyton-warren and @raccoon-eyed-rebel for helping me entertain Lloyd and for helping me to not lose my mind whilst writing this. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best. 

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics 

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Cover Art: by me

Spotify Playlist is here. 

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It’s just your luck, honestly.

You were in the wrong place at the wrong time. The place was a dark street. The time was 9:03 pm.

Well, technically you could blame your Tinder date for this. He didn’t fucking show up and he didn’t respond to your texts or calls. Like he just disappeared off the face of the Earth. You ended up waiting for an hour and decided to just pay for your third cup of coffee and leave.

Luckily for you, the buses were still running and there was a stop just across the street from the diner. You climb off your stool at the counter and exit through a particularly noisy door. It alerts some guys down the street and they turn to look at you before turning back to each other. Your sigh of relief is reversed when you get across the street and hear one of them shouting at you before moving closer.

You check the bus schedule that hangs in the bus shelter. You only have to wait for five minutes for safety. 

What could go wrong?

“Hey baby, can I have your number?” The overwhelmingly strong skunky smell of bad weed hits your nasal passage and you gag. “Oh, what? I’m disgusting to you? Stuck up, bitch!”

“Look, I’m just trying to get home. I don’t want any trouble.” Your hand went to your pocket where you had your safety keychain on your keyring.

“Too fucking bad because you just landed yourself in trouble, cunt,” Three long strides and he has you in his grip, pulling you behind the bus shelter into the empty alleyway. He pushes you onto the wet pavement and is on top of you in seconds. He watches as you open your mouth to scream and he clamps a hand around your throat, cutting you off. “Who do you think is coming for you, unlucky bi–”

“What the fuck…hey!” A voice is coming from the street and getting closer.

Your attacker is being pulled off of you and it’s so dark in the alley that you can’t fully see who grabbed him. You see a dark blur and you hear sounds of a struggle before a strong pair of hands is helping you up. 

“Are you ok, Miss?” You’re being ushered down the alley to the only lit streetlight. The more you walk under its glow, you notice the man who saved you. Your eyes are drawn to the push broom on his lip first, then to his slicked-back hair, and finally to his dramatically-patterned polo and pastel chino pants.

“Yeah, I’m fine…I think. Thanks.” You reach out your hand to touch his where it lingers on your arm. He doesn’t attempt to remove his hand, even after you squeeze it with yours quickly.

“No problem, why don’t I take you home? My car’s just around the corner here.” He does attempt to pull you towards the street. You know better than to let anyone take you to a second location, so you put your hand up with a smile.

“That’s quite alright. I’ll just wait for the bus if you don’t mind.” You try and remove your arm from his hand but his grip on you gets tighter.

“Let me at least walk you back to the bus stop?”

“I’ll be fine, I promise.” You try to turn away and he pulls you closer to him.

“Why did you have to make this difficult, Sunshine?” His angry growl is quiet but no less intimidating.

“I’m sorry, wha–” You don’t get to finish as you feel a sharp prick in your bicep. Looking down, you see a syringe sticking out of your skin. You go to pull out the needle but darkness fades into your eyesight and you slip off into the void.

You awake to a pounding in your head. Your arms are sore. Your legs are numb. And you can feel the stiff presence of duct tape over your mouth. Opening your eyes, you try to raise your hand to shield your eyes from the sudden brightness but you realize your arms and legs have been immobilized.

Looking around, you see that you’re suspended about three feet above the ground in some pretty elaborate rope bindings. Your wrists are crossed against your bare chest. Your left leg is being held up straight, while your right leg is only supported by two lengths of rope on your thigh, leaving your foot to dangle which means your pussy is on full display. 

You hear a door open and two sets of footsteps walk down the stairs. As the steps get closer, you hear two voices as well. 

“...didn’t have to punch me so fucking hard!”

“Yeah? Well maybe if you didn’t have your slimy hands all over my things, I wouldn’t have had to bruise your fucking spleen. Don’t be such a pussy, Dougherty!”

 “Fuck you, Hansen.”

“Don’t be sad I have a new plaything and you don’t.”

“Yeah. Just don’t wreck this one like that last girl.”

You struggle in the ropes and try and grunt loudly through the duct tape and the metal anchor that holds the rope loudly jostles. You pick your head up and look to your right as the men come into view.

As you recognize the man who had you on the ground, you couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw the geometric-patterned polo-wearing man who tried to “save” you. 

“I’m so glad you’re awake. I know you must have a lot of questions. But, you’re gonna listen first,” He walks until he can grab onto the ropes that hold you up. Looking down at you, he smiles sweetly. He begins to swing you toward him, letting go and watching as you swing back and forth, “Now, my name is Lloyd Hansen, but you are to call me Sir. You now belong to me. From every thought you have to every step you take. I own all of it. You may be wondering why I chose you of all people. Well, it had to be you, Sunshine. You’re the one.”

You are at his mercy as his hands grope at your tits and he pinches your nipples. You turn your head to look away but he just grabs you by the chin and makes you look at him.

“Now, Sunshine, you take what Sir gives you and you are appreciative. Trust me, this will all make sense later. But for now, I think it’s time I claim what’s mine.” He stalks over to your legs, standing between them. He places a kiss on your left ankle as he grabs at your right thigh. Pulling your core flush with his clothed hardness, you can feel exactly how excited he is to own you.

“I’d hate to interrupt, but–”

“But yet, you are interrupting. What?” Lloyd says as he trails kisses down your calf, his mustache tickling you as he moves.

“Well, I just…you said you would pay me. And I don’t really wanna stay around for whatever this is, honestly.” 

Lloyd finally turns his head to the other man in the room before patting your leg, “I’ll be right back, Sunshine. Don’t you go anywhere, ok?”

Fucking asshole.

Pulling out a wad of cash from his pocket, Lloyd starts counting bills, “So what do you say to…a hundred bucks?”

“I say fuck you if you think I’m taking less than half a yard. Shit, I didn’t even get to fu–”

The pop of a gunshot cuts through not only his sentence but also his left eye. You watch as Lloyd pockets the money and turns back to you with a smile.

“Fuck, ok. I didn’t plan on shooting him in front of you. But…well, I did,” He caresses your cheek before ripping off the tape from your mouth. He tilts his head and raises his eyebrows, expectantly waiting for you to speak.

“What do you want from me?” Your wrists hurt from struggling against the ropes.

“Oh, Sunshine. I want everything from you…eventually. But for now, I want to use your mouth.” He unbuttons and unzips his pants, “Those fucking lips of yours look so delectable.” He traces your bottom lip with his thumb and you debate biting it. Then, you remember the dead guy in the room.

Just comply. He won’t have to hurt you if you comply.

You clear your throat to get Lloyd to look at you. “Um…S-Sir?”

“Look at you calling me Sir already like a good girl,” He beams, looking down at you and holding your face in his murderous hand, “What do you want to ask me?”

“Are you going to kill me, Sir?” You couldn’t stop the fat tears from falling as you blink up at his face. You watched as his smile fell and he crouches to bring his face to your eye level.

“I would love to tell you that I won’t kill you, Sunshine. But it really all depends on you. If you don’t give me a reason to kill you, I won’t kill you. It’s as simple as that, Sunshine.”

You feel your eyes glaze over as you thought about what Lloyd had said. You didn’t want to give him a reason to kill you. You also know that there was no one coming to save you. You had no family, no friends, no roommates. You had lived a solitary life. 

The sound of Lloyd clearing his throat brought you back to reality.

“Use my mouth, Sir.” 

No sooner does the half-sultry half-terrified sentence leave your mouth, than Lloyd is reaching into his chinos to pull out his fat dick as he walks around you. You tilt your head back and are met with his impressive package. Eight inches of veiny length in your face suddenly is a lot to handle. As he strokes himself, he makes sure to keep it just out of reach. You hate yourself for licking your lips and following his hand with your eyes.

He positions his dick slightly over your mouth and squeezes his length from base to tip so that a dribble of pre-cum hits your lips. You snake your tongue out to taste him, the salty bitter taste you expect turns out to be almost sweet. Why couldn’t he just taste terrible?

“Open up, Sunshine.” He steps closer to you as you part your lips. He doesn’t stop pushing in until you feel his balls touch your nose. You close your lips around him and breathe through your nostrils. 

Inhaling deeply, you’re hit with the familiar scent of sweetness mixed with musk—sort of Earthy. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say it was African black soap. You knew the smell very well, you used the body wash every day.

“Fuuuuck, baby. Gonna fuck this throat.” He wraps his large hands around your throat as he pulls out slowly, leaving just the tip before he slams back in making you gag. 

He starts a steady rhythm and soon his balls are slapping you in the face. You can deny it all you want, but the way he fits perfectly in your mouth is obvious. The way your hands clench into fists and unclench denotes the urge to grab him and pull him deeper. 

One of his hands moves from your throat to your tits. Pinching your nipples and groping the soft flesh must not be enough because soon he is slapping at your breasts, getting you to grunt around his dick. The groan that leaves him is so sinful, you wish you could squeeze your thighs together.

But you don’t have time to worry about that because Lloyd is pulling out of your mouth. A string of saliva connects you until he steps back. You try to follow him with your mouth but he’s out of reach too soon.

“Sir?” You don’t like the air of desperation in your voice when you speak. You watch as he moves to the other end of your body and you soon feel his hand roam from your thigh to your pussy.

In one swift motion, Lloyd is inside your cunt. With the grip his hands have on your hips, you know it’s going to hurt tomorrow. But, that’s a later problem because Sir is fucking you like he hates you. You should hate this, but you don’t. At least not yet.

“Fuck, Sunshine…knew your pussy was gonna feel good but DAMN!” 

You can’t help the slew of sounds that escapes your mouth as he fucks you. The last of which sort of sounded like “Hnnnngg”. You feel as if you are going to explode at any minute but a spike of fear hits you as you think about where Lloyd is going to finish. You’re not on birth control. The speed of his thrusts picks up and you can feel him swell inside you. Fuck it.

“Sir, cum with me!”

“Fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuuuuuck…” Lloyd latches onto your stretched left leg with his teeth, leaving behind deep and angry bite marks as he empties inside you. Pulling out, he watches his spend leak from you, righting his pants.

You are in a state of bliss so deep that you barely register as Lloyd bites into your right thigh enough to break the skin in a few places. But you can feel the sting of his butterfly knife as it moves over your skin.  The letters “LH” well with blood on your leg as silent fat tears roll down your face.  

“Now you can wear my bite mark like the badge of honor that it is. And when that fades, you’ll still have my initials so you can be returned to me if you are ever lost. I don’t plan on losing you, so you better not plan on getting lost, Sunshine.”

“I don’t want to get lost, Sir. I like it here with you.” The tremble in your voice doesn’t hide your fear, and part of you doesn’t want it to. You want him to know he doesn’t have to worry about losing you somehow.

“Think you can behave for a bath and a meal? I’ll have to supervise the bath, of course. And we’d be eating together. Unless you like being hungry, in your own filth with my cum dripping out of you all night. What do you say?” Lloyd offers, the fingers of one hand ghosting over his initials on your thigh.

“Would I still have to be tied up, Sir?” So many questions you could have asked, but you picked this one. 

Maybe if your hands were free, you could…do what? Fight him? Pick a lock? 

No, just comply. You can do this. 

“You won’t be tied up, but I do have a gift for you upstairs. But you can only have it if you’re a good girl. Are you gonna be a good girl, Sunshine?” While he spoke, he dragged a fingernail from your thigh to your upper torso as he walked around your body to your head.

“I’ll be a good girl for you, Sir. I promise.” The words on your tongue felt both foreign and familiar. Almost like you weren’t afraid for him to hurt you. 

You were afraid that he wouldn’t. And that scared you more than anything. 

Part II

A/N: There will be more of this. I’ve never written for Lloyd before but I enjoyed him as the little devil on my shoulder.

@raccoon-eyed-rebel @peyton-warren

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[imyourbratzdoll]

hiya love, a request for nomad/infinity war!steve and witchcraft/wanda inspired powers!reader! 💌

you’re both on the battlegrounds, before headin there; you and steve are somewhere on private ground/room together on wakanda, steve decides to help your practice your abilities once more before fighting. steve being completely in love with you, your abilities, how you look, act and say when using your powers & him kissing her hands, cause he’s not afraid of them! (totally not basing that off of wanda and vision🤭). being a dime helping you with your abilities, guiding you, him showing how you can use you power and his shield together, etc! lastly, steve has a special name for you to bring out your witchcraft abilities. you two being the most powerful mcu couple :)

hello, I hope you like this. I've made her powers a mix between jean grey and wanda.

the gif and links aren’t mine, divider by @newlips

Y/n and Steve walk to an open but private field, Steve dressed in his worn-out Captain America suit, his beard nice and bushy and hair slicked back from the length. At the same time, the short woman beside him who walks with power wears a tight black corset with tight black pants, her hair in a messy ponytail. Their friends watch as they go off to train, smiles gracing their faces as they feel the love radiating off the couple.

When they reach a secluded area, they turn to each other and smile. Steve takes a step closer, looking down at his girl, “you ready?” Y/n nods, her eyes closing slowly as Steve’s hand comes up and cups her cheek before leaning down and kissing her gently. A flow of gold rushes out of her and surrounds them. Steve slowly pulls back as Y/n begins to hover.

The magic wraps around her small form as it transforms her clothing into a golden dress, butterflies covering some parts as her skin gives off a glow, her hair down in waves and her feet become bare. After her transformation, she slowly lowers to the ground and looks toward her husband, and his eyes are lit with love and admiration as he gives her a dopey smile. 

“Wow, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how beautiful you look every time that happens.” Y/n’s golden eyes fill with love as his words enter her before they get into position. 

“Okay, show me what you got, my love.” He steps back, watching Y/n lift her hands slightly. A misty gold ball forms before she puts her hand forward, causing her magic to hit a tree, the ball turning into strings as it begins to wrap around the trunk and branches, slowly beginning to squeeze until the tree explodes. Steve quickly goes to stand in front of his wife with his shield held in front but grows confused when nothing hits. His head comes up and looks over his shield, seeing the shards of bark frozen, and his gaze turns to Y/n, watching as golden veins make their way up her face.

She casts a quick gaze on her husband with a soft smile before focusing on the bark again with a wave of her hand. The broken pieces form together again. Steve stares wide-eyed as he watches in amazement, his eyes flickering between Y/n and watching the tree slowly become itself again. 

“You underestimated me, handsome.” She chuckles when Steve’s pretty blue eyes lock with her golden ones, “now throw me the shield. We are a team, are we not?” Steve stands straighter, and a light chuckle leaves him as he shakes his head. 

“I’d say be careful, but I just watched you stop us from being impaled.” He gets into his position and throws his shield. The sound of it fizzing through the air fills their ears as Y/n lifts a hand, her magic wrapping around it softly before directing it into the tree and back to her husband. They continue manipulating the elements around them to see what would work with the shield and what wouldn’t.

When they finished, Steve walked over to Y/n and lifted her hands to his lips. His eyes locked on hers as he placed soft kisses along her fingers, on the back of her hand and turned them over to kiss her palms. “You’re beautiful and powerful, and I love you. Never forget that.” Y/n smiles softly, nodding as she whispers that she loves him too.

They both agreed only to say her other name when absolutely necessary, knowing that her magic would become too powerful and they’d rather leave that for the enemies to deal with.

part 2

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[mamayan]

OK BUT what about sub Muzans daughter , Dom Genya..

Since I have so many requests for this…

Genya Shinazugawa x Muzan’s Daughter Reader!

cw: NSFW • Clichè Aphrodisiac Troupe • Consenting Blood Drinking • PIV Sex • Slightly Dom! Genya (more switch) • Dacryphilia (M) • Fem! Reader • Praise/Fluff • Oral (F) • Sugary Sweetness • Breeding Kink

“I expect nothing less than perfection. You’ve done well, child.”

“Thank you, my Lord, it is my honor and duty to uphold your expectations.”

Low.

You’re bowed low to the ground. Forehead nearly touching, so close it’s nearly indistinguishable from pressing your skin to the ground.

You don’t. Can’t. Even if death is threatened.

The aura surrounding him would make any lesser demon fawn and fall to their knees, but it only drove you wild. A call to your soul to destroy him and take his place. You hated him. The man who should’ve peacefully allowed you to marry off into a pristine family and be given a true chance as a human with happiness and children ruined when he turned you. Had you attacked and nearly slaughtered before acting as if he was bestowing a mercy and not a curse.

Your face betrays nothing. Sweet and serene as always because of your true emotions showed all your hard work would be for naught. You thought of your loyal servant Tamayo, her breakthrough and discovery which could change the tide of this cursed war. Then without your permission his face appeared.

You can’t think of him.

Despite not having a heart which worked as one should in a human, it still pained your chest to remember his face and the distance between you both.

Patience.

You must be patient and stay low, no matter how it irritated your pride like a nail in your soul.

You left, moving through the infinity castle with confidence none else beside yourself and Kokushibo possessed in this space. You kept Nakime in your peripheral, the disturbed demon not to your taste despite her blood art providing much assistance in your plans.

That woman cared little for loyalty. She just liked havoc.

“Ah~♡ The lovely lady is here? Akaza-dono, you didn’t tell me we’d be graced with her ladyships presence!” Your cool gaze slid over the upper rank two demon, Doma, who now stood before you and blocked your path. His dazzling rainbow eyes trained on you with a worship similar to how he looked at your father. You shared the same addicting blood after all.

“Lady,” Akaza was as formal as ever as he leapt from a high shifting platform, landing smoothly before you to bow slightly. You returned the polite gesture before looking back at Doma with a small smile.

“Doma-san,”

“Yes! My lady?”

“Do you like being beheaded? You must be a masochist I presume, since you continue to block my path.”

“Ah… right.” He swiftly moved, created a hole for you to move through, kimono dragging lightly on the ground as you passed with your smile in tact. The blonde male irritated you as well, his loyalty questionable a from all angles.

You left, being taken out to your previous location, a spacious estate given as a gift some thirty or so years ago.

Tomoya was present, her gentle smile and irritable little assistant all in tact which made you breathe an inner sigh of relief. Your father wants her dead, and you’re harboring her in secret. Your carefully placed house of leaves can be blown apart any moment, one wrong step could destroy you and all your plans.

It could destroy him.

“Ubuyashiki contacted me… mentioned a young slayer you’ve had… correspondence with is assigned a mission near the base of the mountains.” Tomoya was always soft spoken, gentle atmosphere a layer plastered to hide the true nature she kept swaddled. Her rage. She glance over as she works, a multitude more of glass beakers filled with liquids you didn’t question.

“Hn.”

“Not going?”

“No.”

“…May I ask why?”

“You may not.”

“I see.”

Your mouth twitched before you sighed, knowing she wouldn’t give up so easily. It was obvious how you doted on him, so there was little use pretending he meant nothing.

“I’ll check, nothing more.”

“Hn.” Her smile grew but you didn’t point it out, scoffing as you left in more of a hurry than you cared to think on.

He’s going to die.

This demon isn’t dying no matter how he blows its head off or slices it to pieces.

He’s been fighting for nearly two days straight, exhausted and fatigued to a point he may not survive if it continues any longer. He’s requested backup, but it may not come, and this demon’s blood is only making him more sluggish and it comes back for another swing at his jugular.

“Fucker—! Die!” He doesn’t stop though, because if he’s going to die then he’s taking this piece of shit out with him.

“Genya?!”

“Huh?” He turns at the wrong moment, and that’s his mistake.

He watches in amazement as you move swiftly, the demon he struggled to defeat lit to flames as if the sun was out and on it directly. His eyes look up, the sky covered by a thick blanket of clouds preventing even a tiny fraction of light through.

“Genya no!” He’s bleeding. Badly.

“Oh no, no it’s my fault, no sweet boy, look at me. Genya!” You look different. Less confident yet still beautiful. Are you crying? Can demons cry? He wonders briefly, eyes looking down but unable to move his body as you cradle him to your chest, blood is everywhere.

He’s going to die.

“No my love, look at me. Stay with me, okay?” He wants to speak, but his mouth feels wet and cemented shut.

You’re trembling. Or is it him?

“Okay. Let me think… okay, we’ll fix this, just stay with me alright?”

He wants to reassure you, tell you in all honesty he doesn’t regret dying in your arms, but his vision is getting fuzzy.

“I won’t let you die.”

He’s glad he gets to hear your voice in the end.

He’s burning.

Genya’s eyes shoot open, breathing picking up as he feels a building fire in his core, specifically his cock.

“Fuck—ah,” he groans, muscles twitching as he rolls to his side and looks around. He’s in an inn it appears, the silence thick as he surveys his body to check to for injuries.

None.

He’s still himself though, which means you must’ve fed him your flesh.

He’s never felt this before though, after consuming a demon.

“Good, you’re awake. How’re you feeling?” A cool hand on his forehead jolts him from his thoughts, dark purple eyes looking up to your face as you smile so sweetly down at him, and the disgusting thoughts swirling inside him begin to bubble over.

“You see feverish still.” You murmur, forehead wrinkling as you lean in closer and Genya has to breathe through his mouth when he catches a whiff of something floral and sweet on you.

“Master…” he’s dying in a different way now, mind fogging over as he looks up and sees you.

It’s been months. How could you be here? Why do you smell so good? He’s itching to run out of his own skin, teeth aching because he wants to sink them into you, eyes watering as he realizes he’s going out of control.

“Genya? Sweetheart you don’t seem alright, what’s going on—oh?” He knows you allow it, your strength and power nothing to dismiss for even the strongest demon or slayer, but still you allow him to grip your shoulders and pull you into a tight hug. He’s nearly sobbing when you hug him back, arms wrapping around him and pulling him impossibly closer.

“Ma-Master I need—please, I need—,” you’re nodding with understanding as you lean back, smile still so sweet and caring as you look him over with complete adoration. He’s melting for it, gritting his teeth because the moment feels ruined but his straining cock isn’t listening to anything right now.

“I knew there’d be some kind of side effect, I just didn’t imagine it’d affect you like this.” He’s not listening, head hazy and eyes clouding over as he leans forward and kisses you, soft lips desperate for entrance into your mouth which he’s gratefully granted.

His hands are everywhere now, shaky and jerky as he yanks awkwardly at your kimono and his own clothing, trying to tear it from you both as his hips hump the air at nothing.

He needs to taste you. Needs you on his tongue with desperation he’s never felt. He might truly perish this time if he’s denied.

You’re soft in his arms, and for the first time he realizes you’re smaller than he thought. Sweet and caring despite how you’ve fucked him senseless, and remembering only drives him more crazy.

“Please—fuck, let me taste you.” Tears are already welling up in his eyes, features languid as his reddened face struggles to stay still, even as he shakes and clutches onto your robes.

“Okay, sweet boy, whatever you want.”

Whatever you want—

He gives up on his disheveled clothing in favor of pushing up your kimono only halfway opened, burying his face in your crotch much like the dog you enjoy calling him, lips immediately seeking out your warm heat. He moans at your taste, hands gripping your hips and pulling you closer with the intention of suffocating himself as he dry humps the futon, pre-cum wetting and staining his yukata placed on him. His hot mouth open and tongue flicking at the hidden pearl which has you moaning.

Your noises drive him more wild, eating you like a man starved. His nails digging into the fat of your hips, only leaving marks for a second before you heal.

“So good, fuck—,” he’s delirious and gone to the heat and haze of your blood and slick. He’d happily die only consuming the two for the rest of his life. He’s chanting your name as he slurps and messily swallows your slick, and he groans low in his throat when you tangle your fingers into the soft tuft of hair atop his head and yank him closer to grind on his face.

“Such a good boy, yes—you’re going to make me cum.” Your words only push him to work harder, tongue lapping and lavishing your clit while your orgasm washes over you.

He only stops when you force his head up, slick covered red face almost offended it’d been stopped.

“Enough. Don’t you want to feel better? Come here Genya.”

“Y-yes—,” he’s nearly falling over himself as he sits up and crawls over you, clothes tangled awkwardly around his legs but it hardly mattered since his cock was free and ready.

He came the moment he felt his tip glide through your soaked folds, body nearly seizing up as he struggled to breathe through such an intense release.

“It’s alright, you’re doing so good.” He whines as you brush the sweat soaked hair off his forehead, blurry eyes only briefly focusing on you before dropping down to his still hard cock.

It hurt. He wanted to cry because it hurt to physically not be inside you. You seemed to know though, encouraging him with soft words and gentle hands guiding him forward as he finally pressed forward and felt the tip of his cock breach the tight ring of muscle to your pussy. “C-cuming—ah, fuck, please let me cum, please—,”

“Cum for me sweet boy,” you kiss him.

He comes again, but you gasp in pleasure and delight when he merely surges forward to completely fill you, Genya’s fucked out expression lewdly on display as he ruts into you with an unset rhythm. His libido won’t tire it appeared.

He moans loudly when you clamp down around him, tightening up to watch his eyes roll back and drool slide down his chin. He cries though when you try to slow him, shush him quiet as he pumps his poor meat rod into your gummy walls with a more coordinated roll of his hips. Pretty tears glistening in his eyes despite the animalistic way he’s pounding into your body, trying to mold your inner walls into the shape of him.

“I l-love you—,” he’s not even in his right mind but he’s confessing. It amuses and warms you, only making you draw him in closer as he pants and whines losing himself inside you.

“You feel so good, Master, Y/N, I’m going crazy,” he’s slurring his speech, mindlessly fucking you until he’s begging to fill you again and again.

If you were human it might’ve been too much.

You aren’t though, and he’s still hard despite it all, only making a frothy mess of cum continuously being pumped into your pussy and spilling out over the sides when he stretches you out again.

“Go crazy then, fuck me harder.” He does, pressing forward and folding you up into a mating press where he pounds straight against your womb which he babbles about filling, panting and moaning like a dog in heat as he makes you cum before painting your insides once again.

He wakes the next morning with something akin to a headache, but alive nonetheless.

His eyes widen though when they catch you, naked beside him and gazing at him fondly.

“Did you have fun, pet?”

He feels something ominous in your words but he can’t quite pick it out.

“Y-yes…?”

“That’s good, because I’m very curious of the biological response you had to my blood. I’d like to run some more tests.”

Despite the almost polite way you spoke, he knew you weren’t really asking.

Dividers/@cafekitsune

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[meetmymouth]

three’s company, ii.

pairing: harry styles x florence pugh x reader warnings: polyamory relationship, mature themes, oral (m/f receiving), minors dni wc: 6k+

part one.

“Hey, I’m Harry Styles,” Harry smiles at the camera. He turns to you, sitting in the middle of him and Florence.

“I’m Y/N… Y/L/N.”

“And I’m Florence…” she looks at you, mimicking your pause. “Pugh.”

The crew member nods from next to the camera man, and Harry takes it over.

“And this is our autocomplete interview!” Jazz hands.

Florence rolls her eyes while you wink at the camera, and in a few minutes, Florence is being given a cardboard that has your name on it, the questions asked covered in white tape.

Does Y/N Y/L/N…

“Does Y/N Y/L/N…” Florence starts, pursing her plump lips which you have to stop staring at. “Drive?” She finishes, turning to you and Harry copies her, then lets out a laugh.

You turn to him, hitting his chest. “I do– can drive, thank you very much.”

“Yeah, very badly,” he adds, leaning his head on your shoulder. “Very– very badly.”

“Hey!”

“I think she’s fine,” Florence shrugs, the air shifting in the room for some reason.

Harry is not having any of it. “Maybe it’s because you drive just as badly, Florence.”

They decide to stop filming whilst you all argue and bicker back and forth, making the crew members laugh and smile at the interaction.

When the camera is back on, the blonde takes off yet another strip of tape.

“Does Y/N Y/L/N have a boyfriend– ooh!”

“I don’t!” It comes easy to you.

Harry, feeling comfortable and lucky enough, brings his right foot next to yours as your shoes touch, away from all the eyes and the cameras, and you smile.

“Next one, then,” Florence removes another tape. “Does Y/N Y/L/N cry on set– ha! These are good.”

Harry laughs. “Take it away, Y/N.”

“Um,” you clear your throat. “I did– once! And for some reason, Harry Styles thought it would be funny to post it on his Twitter.”

Florence places her hand on your thigh, though due to the amount of people in the room, you shake your leg, and her hand falls.

She doesn’t say or do anything.

“You were trending,” Harry says, and that’s that.

Does Harry Styles…

“Harry Styles…” you read, removing the tape. “Fall.”

Harry slaps his forehead, and you both laugh. “Not the best moment of my career,” the crew laughs along with you girls on either side of him. “Which is why I have a song called Falling.”

“We get it,” Florence rolls. “You sing.”

“Okay,” removing another tape. “Harry Styles… girlfriends, or boyfriends?” You add to the question, turning to him with wiggled eyebrows. “How many have you got, mate?”

A beat of silence. “None, I’m afraid. No partners.”

“Hm,” Florence shrugs. “That wasn’t exciting, at all.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You’re boring,” she turns to you. “Next.”

You nod, hands going up to remove yet-another-strip. “Harry Styles… movies– oh! I know this one!”

Florence laughs. “You sound excited.”

“Dunkirk,” you start, counting your fingers. Harry places his fingers over yours, and helps you count, nodding. “My Policeman, and Don’t Worry Darling.”

“You forgot Infinity War,” Florence chimes in.

“Well,” Harry shrugs. “It was a small part, anyway.”

You laugh. “An Avengers film nonetheless. I guess I’m the only one here who hasn’t worked with Marvel,” you shrug, making an act of wiping an imaginary tear as Harry lets out a cackle.

He places his hand on your thigh and squeezes a very brief moment before letting go. “It’s okay, maybe you’re meant for something bigger, Y/L/N.”

You shake your head, and place your head on his shoulder. “It’s Marvel.”

You guys move on, adjusting the cardboard in your hand.

Florence reaches to remove another strip. “What a satisfying noise, by the way.”

You nod. “Agreed.”

She clears her throat, and you’re sure the camera pans into Harry’s nervous face.

“What… Harry Styles… wait–” Florence furrows her brows, and you can’t help but look at her pouty lips that come with it. You shake it off, and smile at the camera as Harry chuckles beside you. “What are Harry Styles fans called?” Florence reads the question fully, and throws the strip over her head, making both of you watch the little paper disappear.

“Hmm,” Harry hums.

“Aren’t they called Directioners?” You say with a dead serious look in your face.

It takes everyone a moment before everyone bursts into laughter.

“Good one,” Florence extends her fist, and you both fistbump before Harry moves from next to you, and swats both your hands away.

“This is about me,” he says, looking at you pointedly, but the smile on his face says otherwise. “They’re– I guess they call themselves ‘Harries’.”

“So wait,” you say. “If your fans are called ‘Harries’, what are Niall Horan’s fans called?”

Harry rolls his eyes, knowing the on-going joke of you and having a platonic crush on Niall Horan.

“Let’s not,” Florence mutters, and Harry nods, completely ignoring you for the sake of the cameras.

She rips out another strip of paper.

“Is Harry Styles… American?” Florence reads, and everybody in the studio laughs.

Harry groans. “Who– why?”

“Just in case his weird accent hasn’t given him away,” you nod to the camera. “He’s from England.”

“To be fair,” Florence purses her lips, and crosses one leg over the other. You look up at her face. “You don’t have a strong English accent.”

“Neither do you!” Harry argues back.

They did do that a lot, bicker back and forth, and it always made you laugh.

In this case, you couldn’t do the thing you did whenever they argued because of the cameras. Instead, you place your hands on both their chests to stop their bickering.

“Guys– guys,” you laugh. “We have a job to do.”

“I can’t believe you made fun of my accent,” Harry mutters under his breath.

Florence looks up from the little board in your hands, and gives him a smirk before ripping yet-another one. “How was Harry Styles… discovered?”

“Hm,” Harry nods, flicking his hair back. “I was on the X Factor. I guess… that’s what happened.”

“That’s it?” You look to your side, giving him a puzzled look. “You sure do love talking.”

“So, I was on the X Factor. They made me change two songs because some other contestant was going to sing the ones I initially chose–”

Florence gasps. “–You weren’t singing ‘Isn’t She Lovely’ initially?”

“Nope.”

“What were your first choices?”

“Well– they make you choose a couple. Mine was ‘Isn’t She Lovely’, of course, and I can’t remember the other two but I guess one was a Billy Joel song.”

Does Florence Pugh…

Harry lets out a whistle when they hand him Florence’s board. You turn more towards him so that you can peel the strips off.

Florence coughs into her fist. “I’m nervous– why am I nervous?”

You turn your face to where she’s seated next to you, and send her a smile, almost forgetting where you are when she looks you in the eye with the same look she gives you whenever you three are on your own.

“Why?” You say, still smiling.

“I don’t know. Just–” she nods. “–Let’s start.”

“Does Florence Pugh… have a twin?” You read, and Harry lets out a chuckle.

“I do not have a twin,” Florence says, looking at the camera. “But people on Instagram apparently created this meme of blonde me and ginger-haired me where they think the ginger one is my… more vibrant twin.”

“I remember seeing one!” You laugh.

“But yeah,” she nods. “I don’t have a twin. I have three siblings.”

“Okay,” you clear your throat, and remove another strip, looking at Harry for him to read the question.

He gets the memo.

“Does Florence Pugh and Zach Braff friend? Wow, that’s a sentence,” Harry clears his throat, clearly nervous and uncomfortable with the name being mentioned.

You turn to him, and move your foot closer to him, and he gives you a small nod before you start talking, not waiting for Florence to respond to the question.

“First of all,” you say, flipping your hair back. “Grammar.”

Florence looks at you. “What’s second?”

“I didn’t think that far ahead– take it away, Flo.”

“Okay, well,��� she gives you a look, and you know she’s as uncomfortable as both of you. “Zach and I are friends, yes.”

“O-kay!” Harry chirps. “Let’s keep going. Does Florence Pugh… cook?”

She smiles, clearly happy that the attention has shifted onto something else. “I do!”

“She’s the best cook I know,” you nod, smiling down at her.

“What about me?”

You turn to Harry, and look him up and down. “You never cooked for me, Harry.”

“When did Florence cook for you?” Harry presses, knowing full-well when and how she cooked for the both of you.

You shrug. “Sorry,” you say. “I’m not allowed to disclose any more information at this time.”

He moves onto another question as you rip the strip. “Does Florence Pugh… like Y/N Y/L/N? Hah!” Harry lets out a cackle, and you both turn to him with puzzled expressions as the people around you laugh.

“Uh,” Florence laughs, though you know it’s a nervous one. “I do like Y/N Y/L/N, she’s awesome.”

You turn to her, and smile. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” she whispers, and it feels as though the time has stopped, and it’s just the two of you gazing at one another.

“I like Y/N Y/L/N, too,” Harry interrupts the moment, and you turn to him with a smile.

“Thanks, I like you, too. Sometimes.”

You leave the studio with Florence and Harry following behind, your stylists and managers walking close behind as the driver opens the door to the SUV and you all get in, and you watch as the others get into a different SUV parked behind yours.

You sniff, suddenly feeling too cold and tired, and your hand goes up to your hair, itching the product away before Harry reaches for your hand, and places a water bottle between your fingers.

You smile, and take a sip before extending the bottle so that Florence can take a sip, too, like she normally would. But, instead, she shakes her head, and takes her headphones from her tote, and puts them on, clearly not in the mood to deal with the two of you. You raise your eyebrows, and turn to Harry, seeing the same look on his face.

He shrugs, and takes a bottle for himself. “That was fun,” he says, closing the lid before turning to his manager who sits on his right.

You sigh, and lean back in your seat, but can’t help but steal glances at Florence, seeing her close her eyes as soon as you turn to her.

It hurts, and you can’t help but take it personally.

So, knowing you can trust Harry’s manager and your stylist, you place your hand on her bare knee, stroking the cold skin with your thumb, but she does something that makes you frown even harder.

She moves her knee, crosses one leg over the other, and your hand falls.

You take out your phone, and find her contact, knowing she won’t talk to you at the moment.

What’s going on?

I’m tired.

??? You’re ignoring me.

Sorry not everything is about you. Just tired.

You don’t respond to that. Instead, you look through Instagram, like a few photos, then move onto Twitter. You smile at a few tweets mentioning you and Florence’s ‘friendship’, though can’t help the heavy feeling in your chest when you remember how cold she has been. You try to think back to the day, trying to come up with something you have said, or done to cause the change in her attitude towards you. You wonder if she felt the same anger towards Harry, or if you could even call it ‘anger’, seeing how she insisted on calling it exhaustion.

You arrive back at the hotel, where everyone’s supposed to pack their bags and go home for the night before tomorrow’s busy schedule. You walk beside Harry, despite waiting a few seconds after getting out of the car for Florence to catch up to you, but she never does. She takes her time, and with her headphones still on head, she waits for you to walk ahead before following. You shrug, and catch up to Harry before bidding ‘see you’s to your and his manager, and you walk into the lift, pressing the button so that it waits for Florence as well.

It’s just the three of you now, and the silence, you’re sure, is killing both yourself, and Harry.

Harry's the first one to break.

He reaches, and takes Florence’s headphones off of her, and Florence startles before frowning, an angry look following close behind.

“What the fuck?” She fixes her hair, and places a strand behind her ear. “Give it back.”

“No.”

“Harry,” she mutters, though it’s enough for you to reach for the headphones in Harry’s hand.

You try to take it, and give it to her, but Harry’s not having it. Instead of letting you have it, he moves his hand, and you look up.

“Harry,” you mimic Florence.

“No, Y/N, Florence needs to stop being a dickhead and communicate what the fuck is wrong with her,” Harry sends a nod your way, and you gulp, stealing glances at a very bored-looking Florence.

Bored, and annoyed.

“I am not being a dickhead just because I don’t want to talk,” she bites back, once again reaching for her headphones.

Harry refuses to let it go.

“What’s your problem?”

“Nothing.”

She watches them both stare at each other, and just when Harry opens his mouth, the doors to the lift opens and Florence is the first one to get out, leaving them behind– but not before she snatches the headphones from Harry’s hands.

“Just, leave her,” you mutter, following behind Florence.

“I’m not– you can’t let her treat us like that because she wrote and played a villain story of us in her head,” Harry shakes his head, and slows down so you can walk side by side.

You stop in front of your own hotel room, and watch Florence already taking out her card before she shows it to the door, and goes inside without a glance or a word.

“I’m just–” you sigh, trying to find your own card in your backpack. “–I think she’s just overwhelmed and tired,” the door reads the card, and it opens with a click before you walk in, Harry following without a word. “Especially after that Zach question.”

Harry sighs, watching you walk into the bathroom to take off your makeup. “Y/N,” he mumbles. “That doesn’t give her the right to treat us like shit.”

“Everyone has a bad day, H.”

“I’m just– I wish she could communicate more– tell us what’s on her mind. I don’t like her silent treatments.”

You place the cotton pad down, and turn to him. “I don’t like this– it’s like we’re talking behind her back.”

“I’m just saying.”

“We’ll talk to her later. Again,” you sigh, fingers working the cotton pad as you wipe the remnants of your makeup.

The knock on the door startles the both of you, and Harry rolls his eyes before reaching a hand and opening the door since he was already close to it. You walk outside the bathroom to see the mystery person, though the glare Florence is giving at the both of you makes you stop in your tracks, cotton pad still between your fingers.

“Flo?”

She turns to you, clearly not wanting to look at Harry any longer. Harry looks like he feels the same.

“You know what?” Florence places her hand on her hip. “Fuck both of you.”

“Hey, hey!” Harry closes the door before she can leave, and you can only stay put and watch the both of them give each other dirty looks before Harry starts talking. “Will you stop being a child and tell us what’s wrong?”

“A child? Because I’m the one going behind your backs, right?” She says, leaning back against the door, hands clasped in front of her like she always does when bored.

You raise your eyebrows, thinking she’s heard Harry talk about her just earlier. “You’re– you’ve been acting weird, Flo,” you murmur, and look down at the dirty cotton pads.

Harry leans back against the vanity. “You’re avoiding us, not talking to us and basically being mean for no reason when all we wanted was to talk. What’s going on?” He murmurs the last bit, voice suddenly velvety compared to how he was a moment ago: rushed and stern.

Florence sighs, though you can tell she’s still got her guard up. “I feel– I felt like an idiot. Still do.”

“Why?” You ask, walking closer, but still keeping your distance just in case.

“Because, I wish you two would’ve come clean about it– told me what’s going on instead of me putting two and two together. I’m not a child, okay? I can handle it.”

“Handle what?” Harry asks, brows furrowed. “What are you on about?”

“Handle you two fucking behind my back,” she glares at him, voice feeling like thorns against your skin.

You startle at that. “What?”

Harry, though, lets out a laugh, making you both send a glare his way.

“Harry–” You ask him to stop.

“Flo, love,” Harry walks over to her, and strokes the side of her face despite the glaring contest Florence has got going on. “Where did you get that from?”

Florence gulps, tries to move away from Harry’s touch, but Harry doesn’t let her. Instead, he places his forehead against hers and you smile, bite your bottom lip at the tenderness of the whole thing.

“It was obvious,” Florence turns to you, a defeated look on her face.

“Yeah but Flo,” you decide to join in. “We’re not doing anything behind your back.”

“Come on,” she laughs, though it’s a bitter one. “I saw the way you were looking at her,” she turns to Harry. “You want to fuck her.”

“I want to fuck both of you!” Harry shouts.

“You pushed my hand away,” she says, pointedly, looking at you.

“I did? I didn’t even realise I was doing such a thing, Flo.”

“I just–” she looks down, and Harry walks back, giving her some space. “I’m sorry.”

“You should talk to us,” Harry whispers, reaching for her hand. “Instead of ignoring us like that.”

“I’m sorry for being rude,” she sighs. She looks up from her shoes, and immediately reaches for you, and you let her interlock your fingers. “I was jealous.”

You smile, and stroke the back of her hand with your thumb. “You do not have to be. No one would go behind your back like that– none of us would.”

“I know– deep down, I do know that. I was just jealous and– no offence Harry, but Y/N’s been like the it girl right now. It felt like I had to fight you for her attention.”

“Oh, Flo,” Harry shakes his head, and leans in, and presses a kiss on her nose. She smiles, and you do, too, seeing their sweet interaction. “You both are so important to me. This relationship is not just me and Y/N, or you and her. It’s the three of us. We’re in this together.”

Florence nods. “I know, I’m sorry, guys.”

You shake your head, and reach for her face to kiss her forehead. She smiles, leaning into the touch. “It’s okay. I’m glad we talked about this.”

“Yeah,” she nods once more. “I am, too. I’m glad Harry hasn’t stolen you.”

“Hey!” Harry butts in. “Why is it me the one stealing– why can’t it be the other way around?”

Both girls turn to him, eyebrows raised, and he can’t do anything but shrug before you burst into laughter.  

Harry smiles, looking down at the both of you before he leans in, and presses his lips against Florence’s. You watch them with a smile on your face, and reach to stroke Florence’s arm, feeling her respond to your touch as much as she’s responding to Harry’s. She lets you squeeze her hand a few times, and when Harry stops, Florence surges forward, and puts her lips on yours, captivating your mouth in a mouth-bruising kiss. You know the kiss echoes ‘sorry’s and ‘I’m glad we’re here, together’, so you let her place her hands on your waist, and walk you backwards towards the bed.

You open your eyes for a short moment to see where Harry is, and it makes you smile how she’s got her hand in his, and is guiding him to the bed as well.

Harry grabs her by the waist, and pushes her down, making her sit on the bed as you stand awkwardly for a second before Harry’s hand finds your back, and he strokes for a moment before turning his attention to you.

“Why don’t we show her how much we care about her, Y/N?” Harry says, smiling down at Florence.

You nod at no one in particular, even though you don’t know what he wants from you. Florence looks up to you, eyes nearly shut, and you smile down at her before you swoop in, and help her lay down on the bed, before she looks up at Harry, as if to get permission. He bites his bottom lip, and smiles, while nodding.

“Go on, love,” Harry whispers. “Kiss her.”

Both girls know what he’s planning on doing.

When Florence whines at the loss of your lips on hers, you turn your attention back to her, and get on the bed, legs on each side of her body, and move closer to her face. You start kissing her plump lips, teeth grazing her bottom lip before she opens wider, a whine escaping her mouth before you dart your tongue out, and slip it in her mouth. She copies the movement, your tongues sliding against each other as you start sucking hers, then without thinking too much, you travel your hand up to her breasts, and massage her left boob over her tank top.

“Yeah?” You look down at her, both your lips bitten and glistening with the remnants of your kiss.

She nods, a sheepish smile appearing on her face before you sit on her lower body, your aching pussy over hers. She lets out a moan when you rub yourself against her.

You turn to your back for a second, and Harry’s already seated on the armchair by the window, legs wide open as he palms himself over his trousers.

When you make eye contact, he grins. “Make her feel good, Y/N,” he says, voice full of confidence. “Make her believe she’s the one for us.”

Florence lets out a meek sound, like she’s in pain underneath you, and you turn back to her, hands already working the top so you’ve more access to her chest. She helps you take the top off, and you let out a grin when you notice she hasn’t been wearing a bra. She watches your every move, every movement of your eyes wandering from place to place on her chest, and you can’t help but lean in and pepper kisses across her chest, stopping once you reach her already hardened nipple. Without breaking eye contact, you put it in your mouth, swirl the nub with your tongue before applying pressure with your teeth, grazing her nipple ever-so-gently as she lets out the prettiest moan.

From the corner of your eye, you feel Harry get up from his seat, and he walks over to you on the bed, and sits against the perfectly-placed, plump pillows so that he can watch you work your tongue on Florence easier.

He gives you a smile, keep going.

And, you do.

“I love your boobs,” you mutter, blowing hot air against his pebbled nipple.

When you look up for a moment, Harry’s already got his cock out, and he’s working his hardening length, thumb stroking the underside of his cock as he keeps watching you play with Florence.

“Please–” Florence sputters out, “–Y/N, do something.”

“What do you want me to do?” You whisper, tongue already darting to lick the underside of her boob before you move on to the other one.

You kiss as your other hand massages her left one, lips attached to the darker nub as you swirl your tongue around it, sucking it more into your mouth as she tries to buck her hips, just to get some friction.

Harry snickers when you look up from her, and you make eye contact, him knowing where this is all going.

“Are you gonna give her what she wants?”

Florence groans. “Hell yeah she is– aren’t you,” she finds your eyes. “You’ll make me feel good, won’t you?”

And, how can you say no to her?

Your relationship with both of them so far, have always put you in a position where you adore making them feel content and pleased, satisfied– in every possible way. You would go to the ends just to make Harry or Florence feel good; and you liked it. You loved being praised by the pair, such a good girl, they would say, always making Daddy and Flo feel good– so good…

“I will,” you nod, and it’s more to yourself rather than them. “I’ll make you feel good.”

You pop the buttons to her jeans, probably something she has put on after the interview and before coming to your hotel room. She’s helpful, helps you get rid of them as quickly as possible as the denim finds its place on the floor, by the bed before you move your body down, just so you can give her thighs attention.

You kiss her left one first, moving your lips to the insides of her plush thighs, her little moans encouraging you like a moth into a flame. She’s soft, and warm, so you open your mouth, and graze your teeth over the area where you know she loves to be touched. She agrees, and lets out a hiss when you bite into the flesh– hard.

You can’t help but look up at her, watching you watch her, as Harry watches from his place on the bed. He watches you both like a hawk, and it spurs you on, and you go in with yet-another bite before kissing and licking her thigh, then move up, up and up, until you reach her cotton panties. You smell her, and smile, because it’s your favourite scent– coconut.

You look up at her when your mouth finds her sensitive area, her pussy, and you kiss her folds over the thin material of her panties, making her gulp and moan softly. You mouth at the lace bits of her panties, feeling her breathing get more frantic with every kiss– every swipe of your tongue, and she finally places her hand on your head, pressing you harder into her pussy, and Harry chuckles. He’s enjoying the cat-mouse way too much, you know for sure. So, you look up at him, then at Florence, and you watch her lick her plump bottom lip before she moves her hand once more, pressing your head into her harder.

You kiss, you lick, and once you decide it’s enough torture for her, you place your fingers on either side of her panties, and slide them down her legs. The piece of fabric joins her jeans on the floor.

You loved pleasuring her– you loved pleasuring women in particular. Sure, you loved and cherished your time with Harry, getting to know his body, his little quirks, what he loves the most and where he loves to be touched… but it was different with women. It was sacred, tender, like you were getting acquainted with a melody before turning it into a whole song.

“Come on,” Florence mumbles, voice hoarse. “Come on, baby.”

You start off with pressing butterfly kisses on the upper side of her pussy, the tiny hairs there feeling like pins and needles, and you smile, eyes closing immediately when she pulls your hair, only a little, and you know it’s her way of saying keep going. You do. You open your mouth, and suck a mark onto her warm flesh, lips dangerously close to the lips, and you bring your hand up there, and swipe a finger across her wet cunt, humming when you feel her buck her hips.

“Yeah?” You say, looking up from her pussy.

“Please– come on.”

You rub her pussy with gentle strokes, and steal a glance at Harry, seeing him lazily stroke his cock, ring-clad fingers looking like a framed artefact. Your attention is brought back to Florence when she hums at the feeling of your fingers on her pussy, and you begin to rub only a little faster, feeling her spongy clit at the tip of your thumb.

“You’re so wet,” you mumble into the stillness of the room, and she chuckles, fingers tightening on your scalp. You keep going.

With one last look at Harry, earning a nod from him, you turn your attention back to her, and move closer to her pussy. You kiss the lips, thumb still on there, and you dart out your tongue to lick the wetness of her. It’s warm, slick, a little salty, and you love it– you love feeling her against your tongue. You move closer to her wetness, nose touching the top of her pussy, making her groan in anticipation, though she doesn’t need to wait any longer as you press your face harder into her, and slide your tongue up and down against her wetness– her slick covering your nose and chin.

“God–” she groans, one hand over her eyes. “You’re so good to me.”

You look up through your lashes. “Yeah– I am?” You want to be praised.

She nods, a lazy grin on her face. “So good, baby– isn’t she, H?”

You lick and lick, not even looking up at him as you suck her clit into your mouth, tongue sliding up and down recklessly against her.

You hear him, loud and clear. A good slut– the best one.

And, you are– you are.

You hum against her, her fingers tightening their hold on you, and you graze your teeth over her sensitive clit once more, her hips bucking up to keep up with the torture of your tongue on her clit.

It’s warm and wet all over: all over your body, your face, her pussy. Everything– everywhere is warm.

Her one hand slides down to you, strokes your back as you work her pussy and keep licking her slickness, humming in between licks, wanting her to know how much you’re enjoying your job.

You bring one of your hands to her pussy, rub her clit a few times with your thumb before you slide it down to her hole, collecting some of her wetness before you push it inside, tongue still swiping across her wet cunt. You pump your fingers in harsh movements, because you know she loves it fast and sloppy– but so good.

“Oh my God–” you look up when she curses, chin all wet, and she gulps at the dirty sight. “You’re so good, so fucking good.”

You smile, fingers still deep inside her warm cunt, and turn to Harry.

He’s playing with his balls, cock laid against his groin– all slick, the tip an angry shade of pink as it leaks drops of precum. He smiles at you, bottom lip going between his teeth as he moves to his cock, slender fingers pumping himself up and down as he lets out the lowest whines, head pushed back against the plush pillows but eyes still on you two.

You look down at her, and bite the side of her pussy as you insert another finger, now two in her snug walls as she hisses and moans, your fingers fucking in and out of her with ease. Your thumb works her clit as well as your tongue all over her, and when your thumb isn’t at work, you lick her swollen clit, sucking the little nub into your mouth as Florence encourages you with her hand on your head. You move one hand up to her boob, and squeeze her nipple, thumbing at her hard, sensitive nub as you move to the other one, tweaking and twisting her dark nipple between your thumb and index finger.

You look up at her, mouth still feasting on her cunt, and she bites her lip, eyes closing shut as she arches her back, head leaning back as much as she can as she mutters out the words, I’m gonna come.

“Good girl, Y/N,” Harry mutters from his place, and you move your eyes so you can see the pleased expression on his face. “Make her come.”

When she comes, she presses your face harder into her cunt, your face becoming one with her slickness, and you hum and moan against her as her pussy clenches around your fingers, her breathing trying to keep up with your movements.

She’s gorgeous– but when she comes, she’s a different type of beautiful. You want to bottle up the sounds she makes, frame the face she makes and hang it on your wall, and you want to scream, tell her how much you love her. But, instead, you pepper open-mouth kisses all over her, her pussy still spent, wet, and swollen, and she strokes the side of your face, hand travelling down to wipe the wetness off.

“So good,” she whispers, smiling down. “You did so good.”

You bite your bottom lip, and turn to Harry, finding him leaning his back against the pillows, stroking his cock lazily.

“Is it my turn?” He says, voice velvety.

Turning back to Florence, you see her nod. “Go,” she says, thumbing at your bottom lip. “Go make him come.”

You move onto the bed, hands and knees as you crawl to him, and he opens his legs wider so you can situate yourself between them, hands finding their place on his thighs. You look to the side, and notice his trousers on the floor, and he doesn’t miss a beat when he places his hand on your chin, and guides you into him, lips closing around yours in a mouth-bruising kiss. You kiss for a few seconds, all teeth and mouth as Harry sucks your tongue into his own mouth, then bites harshly into your bottom lip, making you moan and hiss at the feeling.

You look up at him, and he presses you down until your mouth is on his cock. You let out a choked sound when he presses you harder into him, and the tip touches the back of your throat, making you hum and gargle against him.

He’s enjoying it way too much, you know for sure, and with his big, warm cock still in your mouth, you look up at him, and watch him watch Florence from the corner of his eye. Feeling jealous all of a sudden, you try to back up, his hand still on the back of your head, and you feel hands on your clothed arse. She squeezes the flesh over your clothes, and you moan around Harry’s cock, making him let out a groan.

“My girls,” Harry manages to mutter out, voice spent, but feels like silk nonetheless. “She just can’t stay away from you,” he says to you, hand stroking the back of your head.

“Mhm,” Florence murmurs, face suddenly too close to your back. She presses a few kisses under your top, then helps you remove your trousers, along with your lace panties.

Harry presses you harder into him, not liking the lack of attention on his cock, and you swipe your tongue around his wet tip, sucking it into your mouth as he moans over you. You pull away from his cock for a moment, and he pulls you into a mouth-bruising, fiery kiss as your tongues dance in slow licks. Sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, you feel Florence rubbing your pussy with slow, lazy strokes of her thumb, making you moan into Harry’s mouth.

Harry pulls away first. “Suck,” he says, hand guiding you onto him, his cock in your mouth once again.

And, you do. You suck him into your mouth, tongue swirling around his sensitive head as you taste his precum, salty and sour, but you still hum around him when you feel Florence attach her plump lips to your cunt, licking first before she spits. You feel her saliva drip from your asshole to your sensitive cunt, and as Harry fucks into your mouth in slow bucks of his hips, she starts rubbing your clit with her tongue.

The feeling is exhilarating, feeling both Harry and Florence all over you, and for a moment, you let go of him– take him out of your mouth as you bring your mouth down to his balls, and you suck them into your mouth, licking and swirling your tongue around the soft, but tight flesh. You don’t mind the subtle hair there as he presses you harder and in harsh movements into him, and you take more and more of him before letting out a pained squeal when you feel Florence get her teeth on your pussy, biting down the most sensitive parts of you. You feel her smile and chuckle against your wet folds, and Harry does, too, stroking the side of your face with his big hands before pulling you away from his balls with long, ring-clad fingers under your chin.

“Can’t get enough of you,” Harry sighs, watching you for a moment before his eyes move to Florence as she sucks your folds into your mouth.

You respond with a moan, head tilting back in pleasure as it gets bigger and bigger, the fire in the pit of your stomach. You know you’re close, so you want him to feel the same as you close your lips around his hard cock once more. He groans, sends his head back as it rests against the white, crisp pillows of the hotel room.

“Gonna come?” Florence murmurs against your tight hole, fingers starting to pump in and out of you without a warning.

You nod against Harry, and you don’t care if she sees it or not: you just keep sucking him off. Grazing your teeth against the sensitive area of his tip, you earn a hiss, then his hold on your head becomes tighter as does the feeling in your stomach. It’s too much, her touch and mouth on your cunt, so you try to tell her to either stop, or keep going– everything is too much, you can’t comprehend what to say or do. You back up against her touch, and Harry keeps fucking your mouth, and you come with a long sigh and a moan against Harry’s cock, it’s no surprise when he spills into your mouth.

You can’t help the movement of your mouth as some of Harry’s cum spills and runs down your chin, dirtying the top you’re wearing, though neither of you seem to mind. Harry curses into the stillness of your hotel room as Florence keeps pressing soothing kisses on your back, then on your ass cheeks. You smile and shake your head at the situation you’re in, though neither Florence or Harry seem to care.

You look up at Harry first, chin still painted with his cum. “So?” You murmur, still on all fours as Florence rests her head on your bare ass. You turn your face. “We’re good?” You ask, hesitation clear in your voice.

She looks up, a lazy grin on her face. “Better than ever,” she nods, kissing the soft, warm flesh of your ass. She straightens up on the bed, and turns to Harry. “You owe both of us an orgasm.”

Harry clears his throat, wiping the sweat off of his forehead with his forearm. “Do I?” He says quietly, a smirk painted on his lips.

He looks down at you, hand coming to wipe his remnants off of your chin. You lean into the touch.

“I’m sorry,” you feel Florence get up from her position, and walk towards Harry as she plonks herself next to him, her hand already in the air for you to take it.

You take it, and walk to the other side of him, and you cuddle into them with eyes closed and a content smile on your face.

Harry kisses both your heads, and turns to Florence. “Apology accepted,” he turns to you.

You chuckle against his neck, hand finding Florence’s. “Ditto. Just– we would never go behind your back.”

“Never,” Harry nods, and presses another kiss on her forehead. “When you feel like that– when you feel like you’ve got worries and questions, just talk to us.”

“Mmh,” she nods, yawning. “Okay, yeah.”

“So,” Harry yawns, much like Florence, and squeezes you both. “Is this a good time to say my mum wants to meet you guys?”

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#harry styles #queued #harry styles x reader #florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #harry styles x florence pugh x reader #poly!hlorence #harry styles smut #harry styles x you #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #florence pugh x you #florence pugh angst #florence pugh smut #three's company

[blues824]

I'm a sucker for Marvel so lemme request this and I might ask this for different characters bc I love Mantis

The octotrio, Malleus, Rook, Vil, Trey, Cater and Adeuce with a Mantis like reader? I rlly hope you know what Mantis is like and what her powers are but if not: she can basically feel emotions if she touches someone (not a weird way obviously), and make them do things. Like for example main thing I've seen her do with making them do things with touching is sleep. I'm sure you get the idea, not sure how I can describe her personality..

also if I went overboard on the character limit you can choose whoever you can whoever to this with, I mainly wanna see this with the octotrio, Rook and Trey though. All separate ofc :) have a good day!

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Of course I know who Mantis is like! I’ve read the comics and seen both Guardians of the Galaxies movies, as well as Infinity War and End Game.

Trey Clover

You were very naive, which wasn’t a very good thing to be when you’re surrounded by a school full of guys who practice magic. He acts as a guide for you at first, often leading you around the campus to make sure you stay out of trouble as much as possible.

When you tell him about your abilities and what you can do, he is very curious. He offers you his hand so that you can evaluate him and he finds it adorable how small your hands are compared to his. The tips of your antennae glow, and you start to blush.

“...You think I’m adorable?” You asked.

Now it was his turn to blush in embarrassment. He coughed into his fist before nodding, which caused the both of you to become silent. After a few moments, you realized how late it was. You pulled Trey down by the collar to give him a kiss on the cheek and then made your way back to Ramshackle.

When Riddle overblotted, he remembered how your first reaction was to hit the ground and use your powers. Your antennae started glowing again and you shouted ‘sleep’. That knocked Riddle out, but you shouted to everyone that you wouldn’t be able to hold him down for long. 

Once the Housewarden was defeated, you passed out due to exhaustion and overexertion. Trey picked you up and carried you to the infirmary, and stayed by yours and Riddle’s sides to make sure you both made a full recovery. You woke up first and Trey couldn’t help but kiss you in pure relief. You were taken by surprise, but reciprocated before separating after hearing Riddle clear his throat. He was a bit disgusted and embarrassed, but glad that Trey could finally focus on his responsibilities as Vice Housewarden.

Cater Diamond

He can be a bit naive as well, but you take the cake. You’re so oblivious, but it’s one of the many qualities he absolutely adores about you. He definitely has a lot of pictures of the both of you on his Magicam, and he scrolls through his pictures a lot.

When you tell him about your powers, he gets super excited and pulls you into a hug. Your antennae start glowing and you catch on how Cater’s heart seems to be beating a lot faster now that he’s hugging you.

“Are you alright? Your heart is beating really fast and your body temperature went up.”

He immediately pulls away with a blush on his face, stuttering through his sentences as he tries to tell you that he was alright. Since you thought he had a fever, you reached to feel his forehead but he pulled away, bidding you a quick goodbye.

When Riddle overblotted, he remembers when you put your hands to the ground and shouted ‘sleep’. You warned everyone that you couldn’t keep him under for long, and Cater could see you shaking and struggling with all your power to give them enough time to defeat him. You passed out afterward

He picks you up on his back and gives you a piggyback ride all the way to the infirmary, where he visited you as much as he could. When you did wake up, Cater was so happy and excited that he placed his hands on the sides of your face and pulled you into a kiss. You could tell that he was very worried about you, so this was kind of confirmation that you were alive and there with him.

Ace Trappola

Kind of like the Drax of this situation, where he will use your naïveté to his advantage but will absolutely throw hands with anyone else who tries to take advantage of you. Eventually, he actually grew to care for you and treated you right (as he already should have).

When you tell him about your powers, he doesn’t believe you at first. Does the whole ‘oh , really? Prove it!’ You grabbed his hand which caused him to blush and closed your eyes. Your antennae started glowing and you focused on trying to read him. He couldn’t help but think you were beautiful.

“You think I’m beautiful?” You asked, suddenly feeling bashful.

Well damn did he feel exposed now. He started blushing before telling you yes, he did find you beautiful. It wasn’t like he could hide anything now, so he fessed up. The conversation ended with you placing a kiss on his cheek.

When Riddle overblotted, Ace watched as you put your hands on the ground and shouted ‘sleep’. You shouted to everyone that they needed to hurry because you couldn’t hold him for long, and that’s when your lover started getting worried. Once they got the housewarden under control, you passed out and Ace ran over to catch you before you completely collapsed.

He personally insisted on taking you to the infirmary. He was glad that P.E. and basketball training came in handy for once because he was able to carry you to the nurse, where he paced back and forth waiting for you to wake up. When you eventually did, he rushed over and just kissed you until you ran out of breath. 

Deuce Spade

He acted as your protector because you were just so sweet towards everyone and they had the audacity to try and use it to their advantage. He’s the type to send text messages about you to his mom, asking her for advice on how to win you over.

When you tell him about your powers, he asks a bunch of questions. It got to a point where he was rapidly asking and not giving you the chance to answer, so you quickly grabbed the sides of his face and closed your eyes to try and focus on reading his emotions. His thoughts were running wild.

“Am I standing too close to you, Deuce?” You asked with a small smile.

The first year in question shook his head no and his hands went up to hold yours in place. To be honest, he loved the lack of distance. You both stared into each other’s eyes… before Ace burst in to complain about whatever was bothering him.

When Riddle overblotted, Deuce wanted very badly to get you out of there. But you fell to the ground, placed your hands firmly on the grass, and shouted ‘sleep’. You seemed to be struggling, so he ushered everyone to hurry and get Riddle under control. He stayed by you as you finally let go and you collapsed into his arms.

He carried you to the infirmary, where he stayed for a few hours so that you wouldn’t be alone when you woke up. When you did, he wasted no time in planting his lips on yours. Luckily, no one was able to interrupt you this time.

Azul Ashengrotto

He was originally going to take advantage of you because you were so oblivious to everything. However, you showed him love and kindness that he never felt he deserved, and your powers aren’t magic. You were an alien, so he couldn’t take your abilities away with a contract anyway.

When you do tell him about your powers, you demonstrate by taking ahold of his hand. He became flustered as you closed your eyes to focus. Then you gasped and started blushing. You were about to let go of his hand, but he wrapped his other hand around your wrist.

“You love me, Azul?” You asked.

His face was so red that you tried to bring your free hand up to his forehead to check and see if he had a fever, but he whispered a very soft ‘yes’ to your question. You smiled, turned his head a bit to the side, and placed a kiss on his beauty mark.

When he overblotted, he couldn’t help but notice your sad face that had a hint of betrayal. Surely you still loved him like this, right? You placed your hand on the tentacle that was holding you captive and shouted ‘sleep’. It hurt you to do this, but it was for the greater good (spoken like a true Guardian of the Galaxy).

In the infirmary you woke up before Azul, but you still couldn’t move because his tentacle had squeezed you so tightly. There was bruising on your arms and torso, so it hurt to move. When Azul woke up, walked to your bedside, and saw all the harm he inflicted on you, he started crying. You reached up (in a lot of pain) and pulled him down to kiss him on the lips. Once you separated, you whispered to him that it was going to be okay.

Jade Leech

He’s not the one who benefits from making deals with you, so there really isn’t any reason for him to take advantage of you. In fact, he thinks you’re absolutely adorable and would protect you from being taken advantage of. He even went on a strike of sorts when Azul told him his plan to get you under a contract.

When you tell him about your powers, he asks if you would be so kind as to read his mind. You grasped his hand with both of yours as you closed your eyes and your antennae began to glow. You had such a focused expression that he couldn’t help but admire you.

“Jade, you’re looking at me and all I feel is a warm feeling in my heart. Do I do that to you?”

He brushed some hair out of your face with his free hand as he nodded slowly. You smiled, a bit bashful at his boldness. You both were getting closer and closer to each other… when Floyd burst into the room because he missed his darling brother.

When Azul overblotted, you ran towards one of his tentacles. Jade was about to pull you back and out of danger but you dodged and got a grasp. You shouted ‘sleep’ and you warned everyone else that you wouldn’t be able to keep him asleep for much longer. You collapsed into your beloved eel’s arms once Azul was taken to the infirmary. 

Jade decided to bring you to his room, because you seemed to only be asleep. He was trained in first aid due to being an employee in a small-scale restaurant, so he knew that you would gain consciousness soon. Once you did, he was right by your side. He gave you a kiss on the forehead as he told you how proud he was that you helped in battle, but to never do anything like that again.

Floyd Leech

You reminded him a lot of an angler fish, but you had the mind of a jellyfish. You were kind of oblivious, and it was a bit frustrating at times. Didn’t you know he loved you because he spent every waking moment where he wasn’t occupied with you?!

When you tell him about your abilities, he squeezes you so that you can read his mind. As you process through his feelings and emotions, a few stick out. There was one in particular, he felt romantic feelings towards you. He always got excited when he saw you, so it made sense.

“Floyd, I love you too!” You squeezed him back.

Said eel had a dopey smile on his face as you peppered kisses all over his face. The fact that you returned his feelings made him so freaking happy. He was about to pull you into a kiss when Jade burst in with the news that caused you both to follow him out.

Azul was overblotting. Floyd was about to pull you behind him when he saw you running towards his boss. He ran after you, only to see you get swept up by one of the tentacles. You placed your hand on it, activated your powers, and made him fall asleep. You shouted to the others that you couldn’t hold him for long, so they defeated him quickly and Floyd caught you in his arms as you were falling. You were unconscious, so he took you to the infirmary out of panic.

There, he waited by your side until you woke up. You can not imagine the joy and relief he felt, to have his beloved Y/N safe and in his arms. He leaned down and gave you a kiss on the lips that told you what he felt, and you reciprocated it almost immediately. If only that moment could last forever.

Vil Schoenheit

He thought you were absolutely beautiful. Whenever he thought of the word ‘alien’, he thought of weird green creatures, not you. However, you were quite naive. He told you that it would be better for you to stick by him so you wouldn’t get hurt by anyone.

When you tell him about your abilities, he is very intrigued. He offers you his hand, and you delicately take it and close your eyes to focus. He notices how your antennae start to glow and you can essentially see what he’s seeing.

“I didn’t know you thought my eyes were beautiful. Yours are as well!” You said after a while.

He thanked you for the compliment and continued doing your skincare. You see, he loved doing this type of stuff with other people, and you knew this because of your powers. So you agreed to his requests whenever he asked.

When he overblotted, he saw that you looked conflicted about your next move. He loved you dearly, and you were the one person besides maybe Rook that saw him as the fairest of them all. He was distracted and only got back on track when he felt you grab his hand and heard you shout ‘sleep’. The last thing he remembers is you yelling to the others for help.

You were still asleep when Vil woke up in the infirmary. He looked over and saw that there didn’t seem to be any damage besides major exhaustion, and he let out a sigh of relief. He placed a soft kiss upon your forehead and pulled up a chair next to you to wait until you woke up.

Rook Hunt

Another one who was absolutely enamored of you. You showed an other-worldly beauty, and since you caught his eye he took to stalking you. He noticed that you seemed very innocent and sort of clueless, so he stuck by your side (with your consent, of course).

When you tell him about your abilities, he is also very intrigued. He offers to waltz with you in the forest so that you can get a read of him. Since he always had very loving thoughts about you, you started blushing once you reached into the hunter’s mind.

“You are one romantic hunter, Rook. I love you, too.” You said.

The dance ended with him dipping you and looking deep into your eyes. There were so many words that you both had to say, but they were left unsaid. Rather, you already knew what the other had to tell you because you were thinking the exact same thing.

When Vil overblots, Rook wanted to keep you out of the fight and wanted to make sure you were somewhere safe. Instead, you rushed head first into the fight, planted your hands on the ground and screamed ‘sleep’. You shouted at your beloved hunter that you couldn’t keep him under for much longer. Once the Housewarden of Pomefiore was dealt with, you collapsed into your boyfriend’s arms.

He had volunteered to carry you to the infirmary, where he had waited for both you and his housewarden to wake up. When you opened your eyes, Rook was right there. His heart melted when you looked at him and smiled. You lifted your hand to cup his face and he held it there while bending down to kiss you on the lips. He had never been more relieved than he was at that moment.

Malleus Draconia

His dragon instincts told him one thing and one thing only: protect you. You were just so kind and innocent and gentle… how could he not want to watch out for you? The two of you are often seen arm-in-arm, having seemingly delightful conversations.

When you tell him about your ability, he uses this opportunity to get closer to you. He sits down on the ground as he tells you to use his horns. He explains that it’s very personal and intimate to touch a fae’s horns, but he trusts you. You gently place your hands on his head, while placing the parts between your pointer fingers and thumbs around the bottom of his horns.

“Do you harbor romantic feelings for me, Tsunataro?”

He stiffened, before nodding carefully. You knelt down in front of him and held his face in your hands carefully. You both looked into each other’s eyes, before you turned the fae’s head to the side and placed a kiss on his cheek.

When Leona overblotted, he was actually present at the field. He understood what the plan was originally to get Leona back for cheating, but no one predicted the lion’s overblot. He was about to run after you when he saw you running towards the prince of the Sunset Savanna, but just a few feet away you stopped, dropped to the ground, planted your hands down, and shouted ‘sleep’. You warned that you couldn’t keep him under for long, so everyone packed Leona up.

Malleus caught you as you collapsed from exhaustion. He picked you up and took you to the infirmary, where he stayed by your side. He got worried that you weren’t going to wake up, so he decided to do something he only heard in a fairytale. He leaned over you and gently placed a kiss on your lips. He was relieved when you let in a deep breath of air and opened your eyes.

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[sleepy-writes-stuff]

DP X MCU WRITING PROMPT

Okay, I guess we're doing this. This post is a result of a brief mention I made of the Avengers in this dp x dc prompt here and I can't stop thinking about it. For even more context, you might wanna start here where the reaper of heroes au started. Or not. Up to you, really.

This is completely up for grabs if anyone wants to flesh it out a bit more/continue it!

(Btw, I'm going mostly by MCU movies and only what little info I know of the comics. Sorry, not sorry.)

(#) = Notes at the end of post

(*) = building off of other ideas

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Reaper of Heroes

Needless to say, Danny did not realize that his responsibility as the reaper of heroes souls would extend past his dimension and into others. In hindsight, he probably should've considering that he was the ruler of the Infinite Realms, a dimension between dimensions that eventually all would join, so therefore his responsibility would be just as all encompassing. He does not realize any of this until it's literally shoved in his face in the form of half the universe from a single dimension being spirited away into the Infinite Realms almost all at once.

Quite a few heroes blip on his radar in the swirling mass of souls that were harvested way before their time was due. He looks upon the horde of souls in utter agony and despair and can feel only one thing: Anger. Danny was unequivocally pissed. With the help of Clockwork, he pinpoints the dimension the influx of souls originated from and he suits up in full battle armor and heads there immediately.

What he finds only feeds the fire of his white hot rage, so much to the point his white hair briefly flickers like a burning flame before settling back to it's usual tussled state. With permission from this dimension's personification of Death(1), he begins a hunt for the one responsible for the disruption of not only his regular reaper duties, but the balance of life and death itself. It doesn't take him long to find Thanos, he just has to follow the familiar powerful aura of the Soul stone.

What he finds is the end of the first battle against Thanos (Infinity War. Ha) where Thanos had just snapped half the universe away and all the people were still in the process of crumbling into dust/being sent to the Infinite Realms. Before Thanos can teleport away from all the carnage he'd caused or snap his fingers once again when he senses another threat approaching, Phantom disrupts the energy from the gauntlet and has him pinned to the ground by his throat away from Thor. He uses a conjured sword of ghost ice in the other hand to sever the arm that wears the infinity stones from the shoulder down. In the end, he's so close to the purple alien the green glow of his eyes turns Thanos' rapidly paling complexion a sickening shade.

"That's enough of that. Wouldn't be very sporting of you to turn tail and run from the consequences of your actions, now would it?" He practically growls.

Thanos stares up at this newcomer with a mix of confusion and fear. "Who are you? How were you able to stop me from leaving? The Infinity gauntlet is supposed to be infallible!"

"Ha! You mean this little toy of yours?" He asks derisively with a fang-barring smirk and a brief glance at the gauntlet itself. "After using it to rewrite reality a time or two, you learn a couple of things. Did you really think you were the first to have the idea to gather reality's most ancient artifacts and fashion them into a wearable device? Sorry, but somebody already won that race. The first place ribbon goes to a creepy ringmaster by the name of Freakshow."(2)

Seeing the look of shock, frustration, and offense on the alien's face, Phantom snickered and leaned back, releasing his captive's throat only to put an armored boot against his chest to keep him down on the ground. Thanos briefly struggles against it but finds it impossible to move.

"As for who I am," Phantom says, no longer smiling and with Thanos along with the few left on the battlefield's attention.

"I am Phantom, High King of the Infinite Realms. Lord of the dead, undying, and neverborn. Reaper of the souls of heroes and protector of the balance between life and death. And you," Phantom's eyes narrow to slits as he grinds his armored heel into the already deep wound on Thanos' chest, causing the alien to squirm in pain. "have made me very angry. How dare you disrupt the natural order and lay waste to so many innocent lives?"

Despite the obvious pain he was in and the growing fear of facing Phantom's wrath, Thanos still seemed to have plenty of courage to speak.

"Are-" He licks his lips nervously before continuing. "Are you Death?"(3)

Dark amusement dances in Phantom's eyes as he considers how to answer. He didn't need to think on it for very long though before he gave a wide, fanged grin and spoke.

"No. I did, however, meet with her before making my way over here, just to make sure I wasn't stepping on her toes by thrashing you myself. I gotta say, she's quite the conversationalist and her humor is to die for. Funny thing is though," He watches as a spark of awe, curiosity, and hope flashed in Thanos' eyes before dealing the final blow with glee. "she didn't have anything to say about you."

He watched as the alien's face took on a look of shock that quickly morphed into a combination of denial and anger. Phantom doubled down on the pressure he'd been exerting on Thanos' chest, causing the man to cry out in agony before continuing to assault his ego.

"In fact," he said conversationally. "she barely gave it a second thought when I asked to be the one to snap your chains and rip the soul from your body." He stopped there, humming curiously as he gracefully drew the ice sword he'd previously used to sever the man's arm and lodged deep into the soil.

"I wonder though." He mused as he held the point of the sword over Thanos' throat. The alien renewed his struggle, desperation written plain across his face as his eyes traveled along the sharp blade. He locked eyes with Phantom as a slow, gleeful smile spread across the ghost king's face.

"What will she say if I bring it to her in pieces?" He said before bringing the sword down and striking true.

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What's this? Actual dialogue??

Well, that was unexpected. I didn't plan on Danny being so unhinged/sword-happy, but I think it kinda fits with the context of it being in response to what happened in Infinity War i.e.- the insurmountable loss of life. I really enjoyed writing this tho. Just thinking about how I portrayed Danny in this has boss music blaring through my head.

Notes:

(1) Although most of them have never actually met, the embodiments of Death from every dimension more or less treat/view each other as siblings regardless of blood relation. Phantom and Death's relationship here will be/is basically the same as Danny and Jazz, i.e.- big sister, little brother. Shovel talk anyone?

(*) Let's have all the death characters from different fandoms gather around a table and have tea/coffee together. It'll be fun.

(2) I know chronologically (marvel comics vs dp show) that this isn't true, but shhh. Let's pretend it is in this case.

(3) Can't remember if it's mentioned or not, but does Thanos still have a creepy crush/infatuation with Death in the MCU? If not, I'm changing it. It's basically what this part of the conversation between Phantom and Thanos is referring to. His gift of so many souls to death being unappreciated stings, but not as much as getting his head lopped off and his soul torn to shreds.

Danny's interaction with Death

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what do you think of the people that make up headcanons about ghost not being able to love and calling him "a broken man"? as a person with trauma this absolutely shatters me bc even if i repress my feelings,by the end of the day im still craving that type of human connection.they literally call him a psychopath/sociopath and going as far as to call him heartless...

Trigger warning: Discussion of trauma,

just a disclaimer to people seeing this, people can write whatever they want and we all have unique views on a character and so on,

but in my personal opinion, yeah I don’t understand why people make him into a psychopath and straight-up abusive. It’s true some people can become like this but it really puts trauma victims in a bad light. Not to mention people who have trouble expressing their emotions making people think you’re emotionless when in fact you are feeling a looot of different kinds of emotions. Lots of autistic people for example. I do think he has a bit of a twisted mind, he is a morally grey character and can be a bad person, but it is clear as day that he does care about his teammates and that Infinity Ward is showing more of his good sides,

examples of Ghost not being a emotionless/abusive/psychopath:

the ”No one fights alone” I mean do I need to say more?

him sounding actually sorta terrified when Graves betrays them and he calls out to Soap,

does this look like a face of a emotionless guy?

in the original MW2 he literally screams ”NO” and is about to shoot shepard when they get betrayed. He sounds absolutely devastated when his team mate dies

Ghost going ”Why?” in a panicked way when Graves stated he cannot disarm the missile, there is clear stress and concern.

If I remember correctly Ghost has canonly anger issues, anger is an emotion lmao.

He literally makes dad jokes with soap and clearly thinks they are funny, the guy has a dry sense of humor.

He’s making sure to keep Soap talking and alive as best as he can in the Alone mission. Even if it’s all practical and needing a team mate alive for that reason I don’t think Ghost would want Soap dying in general.

If I remember correctly he literally holds his mothers skull smiling, seeking comfort, in a very disturbing and stressful moment for him

Him literally going ''that's for my mates!'' in multiplayer when you get the enemy team back

Distracting the creep of a terrorist from interacting with the child

He thinks war crimes is ''Tyranny, it won't stand.''

He clearly bottles things up and has multiple times shown he indeed has emotions. I think Ghost would want a normal life and connections, I truly believe that. He is just most likely terrified (another emotion) of forming them due to fear of betrayal or loved ones dying.

He is broken but not in the way of being an emotionless abusive psychopath, he really does need support and help, therapy, support from friends etc. It’s not something someone/another character can fix. He’s the one who needs to be comfortable enough to want to seek help in the first place.

I don’t think he’d take things out on people close to him or innocents either.

But yeah it puts trauma victims and people who express themsleves in a way that isnt the norm in a weird light, imo. I still find it weird with all the trauma erasing/ignoring for him too, you can still write about it and have em work things through and get the help the character needs. A character can still love and want human connection despite trauma.

I’m wondering if what’s going on is that people only see Ghost and not Simon Riley? he’s wearing a mask which hides most of his facial expressions, but if you look at his eyes he displays lots of emotions. As if the masking he’s put on figuratively and literally to try to push people away and think of him as something else is working on people in real life?

anyway I hope this answers your question!

edit: I just now properly read the comics (I skimmed through before because it was a bit tough to read), and this post including my post about his SA trauma still stands... He only hurts people who seem to deserve it, and he's feeling a bunch of emotions. I highly recommend reading the Ghost comics about his backstory, it's very triggering tho so be warned, contains all sorts of messed up shit. But this makes me even realise more how many fics and headcanons contain things that would trigger Simon massively and how many portray him as an abusive person, it's a bit unsettling to see. if you don't wanna go through with reading the comics I can list things that happened that will definitely be a trigger for him,

His dad was abusive, absolutely horrible. I don't think calling Simon ''Daddy'' would be something he enjoys.

Christmas times, his family got slaughtered on Christmas, I don't think you'll really move on from that.

He got SA both by women and men, and he feels terrible about it.

He was held captive for months, tortured (this includes SA and physical violence) and they tried to brainwash him, to change him.

Concerts.

He's not a terrible person, he's morally grey. He's gone through a lot of bad shit. He himself is the one who's going to need to want help or seek out things like human connection, Him trusting Soap, and the rest of the team is a step in that direction. I think he can and will open up more and hopefully get the help he needs, but it would take a long time of working on himself. No one can ''fix'' him but himself.

He isn't an emotionless abusive person, I don't understand where people get that from lmao. I mean look at him,

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