#kickass x fem!reader

[astermath]

Hii 🤭 can I request a Dave Lizewski x reader fluffy smut? Maybe something like dave and the reader are studying for a test but he gets distracted or something

omg yes ofc!! I haven't written for dave in a bit but he's still one of my main pookies so YES, YES I WILL ANON. so sorry this took so long btw!!

pairing: dave lizewski x fem!reader

summary: your boyfriend is too distracted during your study session, so you decide to help him out.

word count: 1.5K

tags: dave and reader are in college, protected sex, established relationship, kind of sub dave? a little proofread, minors dni! normal font below!

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Dave tutoring you was a regular part of your weekly routine. Not only was he a great boyfriend, but he was also an expert at anything math related. Which came in handy for you, because despite being a major in social studies, your course required you to take a class in statistics. So, with exams coming up, the two of you had been spending more and more time preparing together.

The sound of pens clicking and papers being shuffled around filled the room along with your groans. You were desperately trying to find the formula key you’d written down earlier, that had now conveniently disappeared.

Dave watched you, eyes peeking above his glasses as he bit his bottom lip. He wouldn’t tell you, he was pretty sure you’d gotten even more frustrated, but you looked so cute when you were agitated. Not that he liked having you in that mood, not at all. But it was just— the pout of your soft lips, the scrunch of your cute nose, the little huff you’d make when things didn’t go your way… Boy, he was obsessed with you.

"But I swear I-- are you even listening to me?"

Dave snaps out of his daydreaming when you snap your fingers in front of his face, a blush creeping up his face. "I-I was, I promise!"

You raised an eyebrow. "Sure you were." You leaned back into your chair, crossing your legs. "Aren't you supposed to be helping me? I'm gonna be so mad if I have to retake this course."

He gulps, the last thing he wanted was for you to waste your precious time on doing this all again. Especially because that meant you'd have less time for him as well.

"I know, I'm sorry, it's just... I'm so--"

"Distracted?" you interrupt his stammering. To Dave's surprise, you're no longer looking all that frustrated. Your frown is replaced by a cheeky grin, one he knows all too well.

“N-No, I mean— yeah, a little, but it’s not that I don’t wanna help—“ he starts rambling, his words dying off when he hears you giggle. "Wh--What?"

"You're so cute, Dave," you got up, closing the distance so that you were now standing in between his legs, "but I really can't have you being all distracted while we're supposed to study."

He suddenly felt a lot guiltier about his staring. He promised to help you and here he was gawking at how pretty you were, getting all kinds of thoughts. He felt like a pervert.

"I'm sorry, you're right, I'm just getting in the wa-- what are you doing?"

You took his hands and pulled him off the chair, guiding him over to the bed and giving him a push so he landed with his back flat onto the mattress. He looked a little disheveled, curls all messy and his glasses a little crooked. God, you could just eat him up.

"I can't have you being distracted, so," you took your shirt off in one swift motion, "let's fix that."

He watched you with wide blue eyes, face flushed pink with his mouth hanging open. You were no stranger to taking the upper hand with him, but he hadn't expected your study session to get steamy so quickly.

That's how you ended up on top of him, hips grinding down on him through his boxers and your panties. He swore he was about to cum just from you rubbing yourself over him, it took everything in him not to give into that feeling.

"Is this what you were thinking about, baby?" Your voice is dripping with honey. There's something teasing, almost mocking in it. You were well aware of how horny your boyfriend gets, the dirty thoughts he gets, even from before the two of you were a thing. But he never just admits them, no, he's a sweetheart like that.

He wants to answer, so bad, but with every movement of your hips a whimper spills from his lips, whether he wants it to or not. He's not too sure what to do with his hands, keeping them loosely on your thighs, not guiding, simply touching. Almost to ground himself a little.

"Hm, or maybe... You were thinking about this?" You reach down to move your panties to the side, and he takes the hint to start shoving his boxers down, just low enough to free his cock. You feel it tap against your ass as it finally springs free, already dripping with precum.

The vulgar sound of your juices spreading over his cock drives him mad. He barely gets the time to roll a condom on before your rubbing his head through your folds again, his hands grabbing the fat of your thighs a little harder. He's whining softly, silently pleading for you to let him fuck you already.

"What's that baby?" you reach out and grab his jaw, forcing him to look at you. "Use your words hun, I'm not a mind reader."

He just stares at you for a moment, cock twitching at your commanding words. He swallows, struggling to get anything out like the horny mess he is.

"I-I want you to--"

"Speak up."

"I want to be inside you," His voice cracks a little when he repeats himself, louder this time, "Please." he adds.

You smile, a thumb rubbing gently across his cheek. Poor boy looked like he was about to cry if he didn't get to fuck you, cock painfully aching with a need for you, and you alone.

"Well," you lined him up with your entrance, "only because you asked so nicely."

You took him inside with one swift movement of your hips, dropping down onto his lap with an audible clap of skin against skin. You moaned in unison, eyes finding each other, always wanting to watch the other's face when you finally connected like this again.

You wasted no time, already moving your hips again, the sensation of his cock dragging over your slicked walls sending you into a state of euphoria already. Dave's a big guy, and that counts for every other part of him too. You didn't care if stretch was a little painful, or that it took you a while to get used to the size of him at first, you loved it.

"B-Baby, please-- oh my god, you feel s'good, holy shit..." He blabbered on, his words slurring over the sounds of his moans. You grinned, he was already so pussy drunk, it was adorable.

You leaned over, hand splayed over his toned chest, nails dragging over his fair skin and leaving red trails in their wake. He looked so pretty, all marked up, letting everybody know that he was yours. Not that they didn't know already, he loved letting them know, always mentioning his pretty girlfriend whenever he could.

Your thighs started burning a little from the exertion, but you couldn't stop, not when you felt your orgasm slowly approaching. You started moving faster, bouncing on his cock, grin faltering as your expression grew more desperate.

"Dave, I-- fuck!" you cried out when he shifted his hips, the head of his cock hitting a particular spot inside you that made you see stars. "Keep doing that, holy shit, m'gonna cum baby..."

He took your command, as always, following your rhythm with his own movements. His thrusts become more erratic and sloppy by the second, letting you know he was getting close himself. Not that the continuous repeating of your name wasn't already alerting you of that.

"J-Just like that baby, just like that," your orgasm caught up to you soon, walls fluttering around him as you tilted your head back and moaned his name. The two of you were always loud, but now you were sure the whole floor heard you.

He followed right after, thrusting up into you and filling the condom with his hot cum. Your body went limp for a moment, collapsing on top of him with your full weight. His strong arms enveloped you, your face tucked into the crook of his neck, panting, trying to catch your breath.

After a moment to come down from the high of your orgasms, you moved your head to press soft kisses to his cheek. He sighed dreamily, an adorable boyish smile appearing on his face. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have you. Sometimes, it just felt like a dream. Luckily you were there to kiss him back to reality.

"D'you wanna go back to studying?" he asked softly, his hand tracing gently over your spine.

You whined, pressing a few kisses to his lips. "Hm... No..."

"But," kiss, "what about," kiss, "the exam?"

"Fuck the exam." You moved your head back to rest on his shoulder.

He doesn't reply, instead smiling to himself. Just being glad he's not the only one distracted now.

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[meiiie]

Hi hope your doing great today :) maybe a dave lizewski x reader period comfort fic? got mine this week and it sucks and i need one with my best nerd <33

omg so sorry i just saw this now anon, but yes of course!

cramps&cuddles — dave lizewski

pairing: boyfriend!dave lizewski x fem!reader

words: 0.6K (I wish I could make this longer, but I've run out of other ideas…)

fluff, comfort :) not proofread

You and Dave decided to have a sleepover after school since your parents goes to a vacation for a day, but your period just had to start at the worst timing. When Dave arrives at your house and sees you what seems to be (physically dying) on your bed, he immediately knows something is wrong

During the past week he’s been too busy being ‘Kickass’, this has been one of the first time in a while since you’ve seen each other, so seeing this sight brings a sudden rush of guilt inside of him. “hey, hey, baby, are you okay?” Dave asks, dropping his school bag with panic, approaching the bed to check your forehead with the back of his hand. “ughhrdhrdhhrfh, no I think I’m dying- oh gosh” you groan while hugging your lower abdomen. “ohmygodohmygodohmygod don’t worry I’m here- what do you need? I- what’s happening. Your forehead isn’t so hot??? What could be the reaso-” while Dave was squirming around your room in hopes of finding something to help with your suffering, you cut him off saying “Dave, don’t stress out omg it’s just that time of the month”

Despite Dave being the huge nerd he is—/that time of the month/ is the only thing he hasn’t researched about. His mom passed away while he was young, so with the amount of knowledge he knows about women… you can tell he was internally panicking. You turn to look away, then when you glance back- POOF, he magically disappears. He’s SPEEDING to the nearest store while on his phone, waht do wpmen need for thst time odf monsht typed while bursting into the store. When safari finally loads, he buys the listed items:

Pads

Tampons

A compress

Your favorite snacks

“wait… pads with wings or without? you know what, I’ll just buy everything” is his mindset while also not thinking of his safety right now because how did bro almost get RAN OVER 4 times in a row. Despite his survival of multiple possible car crashes, he also goes to the nearest market to buy oranges because, according to a website, they help with cramps… or something? At this point, he doesn’t know if any of the items he has bought will help with anything, but he’s just praying you aren’t dead yet by the time he gets back to your house

It’s been roughly about 5-6 minutes, and he SWINGS YOUR DOOR OPEN with an almost burnt meal he made inside your kitchen with any ingredients he could find, hot chocolate, and a bowl of already peeled oranges. (a/n: I know that food combination sounds disgusting, but I’ve had all of that at once in one seating during my period, and it tasted amazing so what can I say) “here hun, I don’t know if any of these helps but how are you feeling so far?” he gently places the set of food on your bedside table, while also settling the hot compress on top of your stomach. He goes to cuddle beside you, caressing your back while handing you paper bags full of all the snacks you love.

“I think I’m feeling a lot better now, thank you so much for this” you say getting comfortable in his embrace, kissing around your forehead from time to time. He looks straight into your eyes, so deep, whispering apologetically “I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to spend this past week with you, I promise to make it up to you.” nuzzling his face into your neck, which makes you feel, warm, like your cramps have suddenly disappeared. “It's okay, please don’t worry too much about it, okay? Plus you’ve already made it up to me, thank you for being here, I mean it.” you both laughing at the sight of how any plastic bags he brought full of at least 15 different versions of pads and tampons. You both hold each other peacefully, while you both feel the breeze from your open window. 

“Can you hand me those oranges?”

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[spenceswife]

Not like others

Dave Lizewski x fem!Reader

Warning: implied sex, fluff

First time writing in a while hope you like! (The summary is kinda ass sorry. Trying to get back into writing 😭)

Summary- After you and Dave finished having sex you thought you had to leave right after due to never having aftercare. But he made sure you got what you needed.

After a while I finally slid off of Dave breathless at the activities we’ve just done. This wasn’t my first time doing the deed but it was my second.

And the first time was terrible it was honestly a mistake. The guy left in the same ten minutes after we finished and ghosted me ever since.

So that’s why I was scared for this to be over. Dave and I weren’t established as a couple but we knew we weren’t friends and only talked to each other romantically. I think it’s just fear for both of us to take that next big step.

But would Dave be that guy to just tell me I should go and never speak to me again?

We laid in his bed both staring up at the ceiling both trying to catch our breath in silence.

Slightly looking over his eyes were closed with his hand over his chiseled stomach. God what workouts did he do?

Thinking he was a sleep or trying to ignore this embarrassing moment I stood up quietly putting my clothes on.

The bed creaked lightly making him open his eyes. “Hey where you going” he asked sitting up deciding to put his boxers back on.

“Oh I was just gonna head out…” a tiny smile appeared on my face putting my hoodie over my head.

“Oh… why?” his face had saddened making me feel worse then I already did about having to leave.

“I just thought you had wanted me to leave…” we stared at each other for a couple seconds.

“I don’t want you to leave, this is the time where we talk and you know…” he wanted me to finish his sentence but I had no clue where it was going

“We cuddle! It’s like a rule after sex we both have to make sure we’re okay. I mean this only like my third time doing it but that’s how we end it.” I looked at him confused.

“I’ve never done that before… sorry” I sat back on his bed crisscrossed as he took my hand in his.

“You’ve never had aftercare? God i’m sorry Yn.” he pulled me into a tight hug.

It was nice feeling him against me and not just in a sexual way. It was reassuring.

When he pulled away he motioned me to lay my head on his chest as he laid back.

“Can I ask who never gave you aftercare?” he whispered slightly smoothing his hand down my hair not wanting to mess up my curls.

“Uh I’ve only done it once before with a football player from school. Worse mistake of my life.” I laugh trying to lift the mood.

“He had came over and I thought we were gonna watch a movie then he just got right to it and left. What a way to lose your virginity am I right?” a tear fell down my cheek.

When he noticed quiet sniffles he looked down wiping my cheek.

“Hey don’t cry, I won’t ever do that to you never” he promised leaning down to kiss my lips.

“We’re gonna do this again?” my eyes widen “I mean if you want… but I was hoping we could do it as boyfriend and girlfriend” he shly whispered.

“You wanna be my boyfriend?” I tried keeping a smile off my face

“Of course”.

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[lizzxoxo]

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[midnightstar-90]

Hey I was wondering if you cloud do a black!reader x Dave Lizewski or Todd Haynes I haven't really seen much of blackreader fics with them

Like a Princess

Todd Haynes x Black! Fem! Reader

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Summary: After Y/N’s birthday is ruined, Todd comes over, making the girl feel better. He ends up doing her hair and a little more.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Mentions of Alcohol, Todd has a hair pulling kink (But NO Smut, Just Making Out)

A/N: I’ve never been good with writing stuff like kissing, so I’m sorry if this is terrible.

Words: 2.8K words

A girl’s 16th birthday is one of the most special times in a girl's life. Not only is she celebrating 16 years of her life, but she’s also aging into a new form of maturity. And for Y/N, that form of maturity was getting her license. She had been studying for months, and her father promised her a car fit for a princess on her birthday.

“So, what are you doing for your birthday, Y/N?” Y/N’s friend, Todd, asked.

“Mom said we could go to the Cheesecake Factory for my birthday. She said I could invite you all, also,” Y/N replied.

“Sick.”

“Sounds cool.”

“That sounds fun,” Todd, Marty, and Dave said simultaneously.

Y/N clapped her hands in excitement. “Yay! Okay, I’ll tell my mom that you all are all down to go,” She said with a wide grin. The boys all smiled at the girl as they watched their friend practically dance down the hallway. But something else, besides happiness, lit up inside of Todd. Something that made him want to protect the girl at all costs, but he didn’t know what.

Y/N’s birthday had barely started before a female voice, that she recognized as her mother’s, yelled through the house. “Y/F/N (Your Father’s Name), get your ass down these steps right now,” She yelled. It took a second before the sound of her father’s slow and tired steps made its way out of her parents' shared room and down the steps, just as her mother ordered.

Y/N watched her father through the crack of her door, noticing her father’s posture wasn’t straight and confident like it usually was. It was tense as if he were in pain. And he stumbled when he walked. Y/N frowned, knowing that this would only lead to disaster.

When her father got downstairs, all she could hear was the anger in her mother’s voice. “Where were you last night?” Y/M/N (Your Mother’s Name) asked Y/F/N. All she could hear from her father was some slurred mumbles.

“This is not the first time, Y/F/N. You keep doing this,” She cried.

Y/N didn’t know what was going on. But she did know that whatever was happening had to do with her father coming home late at night. Not wanting to ruin her delightful mood that came with her birthday, Y/N closed her door, not wanting to hear her parents argue.

But her time to herself was cut short when a loud, “What?” from her mother and a loud bang was heard through the floor. Y/N raced downstairs, but stayed hidden.

“Y/F/N, it’s her birthday. How could you do this to her?” Y/N heard her mother ask her father. Y/N looked down with mixed feelings of confusion and sadness. ‘What could my father have done to hurt me?’ She asked herself.

“Mom? Dad?” Y/N spoke, leaving her hiding spot.

When Y/M/N saw you walk in, her face lit up with a smile, as if nothing happened. But by the looks in her eyes, she could tell that something was wrong.

“Y/N, dear, what are you doing down here, I thought you were getting ready for your party,” Y/M/N said in a caring tone. A tone that wasn’t expressed just a second ago.

“I heard a loud noise and yelling. I was just making sure everything was okay,” Y/N told her mother with a nervous smile. She looked between her father and mother. Her father stayed slumped over the counter with a shameful look, and her mother stood straight as a pencil with a smile big enough to hid a lie.

But her mothers smile didn’t hold for long. As Y/N spoke, her smile slowly began to fade into a frown. “Actually, Honey, we have something to tell you,” Her mother uttered.

Nervous, Y/N slowly stepped towards her parents. When she stood between her parents her mother began to speak again. “Honey, your father is an alcoholic,” Y/M/N said, hating that she had to say those words. She never wanted her daughter to think any less of her father, but now it was coming to affect her too. “And he has been for awhile.” Y/F/N looked away, disappointed in himself.

Y/N looked over at her father with a sad look. “Dad?” She whispered quietly. When he didn’t say anything, she walked over to him and gave him a hug. He still looked away from the girl as he softly pushed Y/N off of him. “I spent all the money I had saved up for your car, and some of our money for the bills,” He softly spoke, closing his eye as to not cry.

Y/N looked at her father in shock. “What?” Her voice cracked as she questioned her father. “But you promised me,” She said as stray tears began to roll down her face. Y/M/N looked away from her daught, unable to look at her daughter while she was in pain.

“I’m sorry,” Her father mumbled.

Y/N shook her head with angry tears now streaming down her face. “No,” she whispered. “No, you aren’t sorry, because if you were, you won’t have done it. You made your choice. You chose alcohol over your own daughter.” And with that she was gone. Back upstairs to the only place she knew she could let herself go. “Happy fucking birthday to me,” She yelled out, slamming her door.

Y/F/N and Y/M/N looked at eachother, both crying. They didn’t know what to say or do to eachother, only that they disappointed their daughter on what should be a happy day.

An hour later, a knock at Y/N’s bedroom door appeared, signaling someone wanting to come in. Y/N lifted her head out of her pillow and said, “I don’t want to talk to you, dad.” Her face landed back into the pillow as someone walked in.

“Usually, I would make a joke about this, but I don’t think it’s the time for that,” Todd Joked, walking over to her bed.

“I told you guys not to come. The party is canceled,” Y/N mumbled into her pillow.

Todd sat next to Y/N on her bed as he looked down at her with a sad smile. Hesitantly, he moved his hand to her thick, nappy hair. He wasn’t sure if it was the right move, mostly because she had never let him touch her hair, but he didn’t care. He gently plowed his fingers through her soft hair, careful not to pull a knot.

“What happened?” He asked the girl, repeating the motion. He didn’t get a response from the girl. Instead, Y/N sat up, forcing Todd’s fingers out of her hair as she sat criss-crossed across from him.

She pushed the hair out of her face before she softly spoke, “My father is an alcoholic who spent all his money, including my ‘16th birthday’ car fund on booze.”

She looked down, burying her face in her hands. Todd looked away, contemplating on what to say. A few seconds go by before he begins to speak. “That sucks. But you shouldn’t let not getting a car ruin your birthday. Just because you didn’t get something you really wanted now doesn’t mean you won’t ever get it,” He said with a smile.

Y/N’s hands left her face as she let out a depressed sigh. Todd looked up at the girl, noticing how sad she looked. Dried tear stains ran down her face, her nostrils flared with every breath she took, and her full lips quivered as she cried.

Todd leaned over so he could wipe her face. “Stop crying. A princess should never cry on her birthday.” His words brought a smile to Y/N’s face as she slowly looked Todd in the eye. “How about a makeover?” Todd asked with a gleeful grin.

Y/N gave the boy an unsure look, “Mmm, I don’t know, Todd.”

“Come on. I’ve never done hair before, but that’s what the internet is for,” Todd said with a grin.

“I’ve never trusted anyone other than my mother and I with my hair. My hair can get difficult to manage.”

“Then you can guide me through it. Come on, Y/N. I just want you to feel better,” Todd begged.

Y/N contemplated Todd’s offer. On one hand, she had a friend who just wanted to distract her from the mess of a morning she had experienced today. But then there was the fact that that friend didn’t know anything about hair, let alone black girl hair. Y/N thought for another second before answering the brown-eyed boy.

“Mmm… Fine, you can give me a makeover,” She sighed. Todd’s fists flew through the air. “Yes!” He called out excitedly. His reaction made Y/N look at her friend as if he were crazy.

Catching her looks, he looked over at Y/N confused, and asked, “What?” She shrugged him off, as if nothing happened, and got up to get her hair products.

The first thing Y/N instructed Todd to do was wash her hair. That alone took an hour, leaving Y/N with a sour impression.

“Are you mad?” He asked as he and Y/N walked back into her room. She wore a towel on her head as she angrily turned toward the brown haired boy. “Y/N head is burning?” She spoke through her teeth.

“You told me to comb out your hair with the conditioner in,” He argued.

“Yeah, and you did, but you didn’t comb it as I told you to. I said comb from bottom to top. You did the exact opposite,” Y/N glared at the boy.

“How was I supposed to know?” Todd asked, dramatically throwing his arms through the air.

“Um, I don’t know- maybe the 1,500 times I yelled, “Ow”,” Y/N seethed through her teeth.

Todd took a deep breath before speaking to the girl once more. “Okay, I’m sorry. I didn’t listen, but I promise the styling section will be much easier.”

Todd had lied when he said he’d be listen. It seemed that every time Y/N told him what comb to use, he would use the exact opposite of what she asked for. He aggressively went at the knots in her hair, but in the end it worked out fine.

Y/N decided to instruct Todd through a basic braid. She didn’t feel he was ready for anything more than that. And by the pain from the process, she felt as if she should have started with the classic high ponytail. But Todd didn’t do all bad.

Y/N stood in front of her mirror, admiring Todd’s work in the reflection. “I don’t know, Toddy. I’m conflicted,” she spoke as she looked at herself from all angles.

“Conflicted? For what?” Todd asked, confused. He sat on the girls bed, watching her with admiration.

“Letting you do my hair,” she replied with a scoff.

Todd looked at the dark-skinned girl, bewildered. He aggressively slapped his palm to his chest and grabbed it in pain. “Ouch!” Todd joked.

Y/N laughed at his antics before turning to face him. “You tried to kill me!” She exclaimed.

Todd was no longer focused on the conversation. He couldn’t help but block out everything but her laugh. It was a beautiful sound that allowed a peaceful sensation to wash through him, like the sounds of birds chirping in the morning.

“How would you like it if I tried to pull all your hair out at once?” Y/N spoke, walking towards the boy. Not listening, Todd nodded his head. It wasn’t until the girl went to grab his hair that he realized what she said. Leaning back, Todd shook his head frantically and yelled out, “Y/N? Y/N, no. Stop!” Y/N laughed as she pounced on the boy, causing the two to roll around, wrestling with each other as Y/N continued to grab Todd’s hair.

It only took about 3 minutes for Todd to tap out. Y/N sat on top of the boy, straddling his waist, and out of breath. Todd looked up at the girl, turned on by the situation.

Before today, Todd had always admired the girl from afar, scared she would reject him. But at this moment, Todd wasn’t scared. Taking a deep breath, his eyes scaled the girl’s body before going back up to her eyes. “You’re very pretty, Y/N,” Todd mumbled in a breath-less whisper. Y/N’s cheeks grew warm at Todd’s words. Todd noticed this before slowly leaning up, whispering into the girl's ear, “Is it bad that I want to kiss you?”

The room was quiet. While Todd waited for an answer, Y/N sat on top of the boy with her lips parted. She didn’t know what to say. She was speechless. Y/N looked down at the boy, noticing his brown eyes that glistened in the light of her lamp. Or the soft curls that rested on top of his head.

Y/N contemplated the boy’s words before resting one of her hands on the boy’s cheek. As she leaned down, her other hand rested against his side. Todd’s breath hitched at the thought of how close their lips were to each other. A second later, Y/N’s lips collided with his. Their lips slowly moved against the others.

The hand on Todd’s cheek moved up to grip his hair. When she gave his hair a light tug, she felt a moan against her lips. The girl smirked against the boy’s lips and did it again. Todd moaned once more, grabbing onto the girl's hips. Their kiss lasted for a few more seconds before the two pulled away. Both of them desperately gasped for air as they looked at each other with hungry eyes.

The two were about to go for round two when a loud knock came from Y/N’s door. Y/N quickly rolled off of Todd, clumsily falling onto the floor, before the door opened. Dave and Marty walked inside, looking between the two. Between Todd’s messy hair and red face and Y/N’s awkward position on the floor, the two couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“What’s going on,” Dave asked, confused.

“Have you ever heard of knocking?” Y/N frantically asked. She stood up and straightened herself out.

Dave’s eyes scrunched at Y/N’s question, making him rebuttal with, “We did knock. And now that I’m standing here, I think we should have waited.” Marty stood behind Dave looking at Todd with an impressed smile.

Y/N saw this and scoffed. “Ya think,” she spoke, angrily.

“Okay, we're sensing some hostility. We were going to see if you maybe wanted to go out to eat, for your birthday. But since you’re going to act like this, we’ll just leave,” Dave said, turning to leave.

“Have fun, you two,” Marty added before leaving with Dave.

Y/N looked over at the curly haired boy, noticing that he was giving her a look that said that they should go with them. Y/N looked away with an annoyed sigh. “Fine, Dave, we’ll go!” She called out to the boys.

The two slowly backed into the girl’s room, giving her a smile that they knew would irritate her. They cupped their ears and turned so their ears faced the girl. “What was that?” They teased.

“We’ll go,” she said through her teeth.

“Okay then. Birthday girl, you get ready to go. Lover boy, you come with us,” Dave said, calling Todd over. Todd and Y/N looked at each other, knowing they would never live down this moment. Todd got up and left with the other boys.

Y/N watched as the door closed behind them before pulling a wide smile on her face. She went over to her closet, pulling out a baby pink babydoll top and light blue mom jeans. She put the clothes on and put on a silver chain her father gave her last year. Gripping the necklace, she moved it between her fingers, remembering the day her father gave it to her before going to put on some matching ankle strapped flats.

Y/N gave herself one last look in the mirror and left her room. “Ready to go,” Y/N said, leading the boys down the stairs.

“Wow, nice braid, Y/N,” Marty said. Even though she couldn’t see it she knew Todd was blushing at Y/N’s smile that appeared when Marty spoke. She was proud and he knew.

“Only the best for the princess,” Todd said with a smile as he went to open the door for the girl.

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[gh0stsp1d3r]

SMUT REQUEST!

Can I request fem!reader x Ben reilly + reader riding a sub!ben silly headcanons 😍😍😍

Can I? I would love to (;;;

Warnings- 18+, smut, use of the word baby once,

First off, this mf begs, like on his knees type begging

(If you’ve seen kickass it’s kinda like when Dave did it)

Very needy, and he’s not afraid to show it to you

But he’s also a brat (canon I am now Ben Reilly)

And when you ride him..

This man tries to put his hands on you when you said no touching

Or when you’re trying to cockwarm him, he jus has to buck his hips up cuz he’s so needy ):

Probably will start being dramatic if you don’t give him what he wants

“Y/n doesn’t love me anymore because she won’t let me touch her ):” he said, when you smacked his hands away.

“It’s called a punishment for a reason. You’re the one who wanted to test me in public.” You said.

Anyways, you know how I said he just begs in general? It’s a whole different level when your riding him

“Please..” he whined out, bucking his hips. The pace you were riding him at was slow, too slow for him.

“Don’t move. Please what? Use your words.”

“Please go faster.”

“Does my baby need more?”

“Mhm. Mhm.” He nodded quickly, shutting his eyes as you moved up and down faster.

But he’s such a sweet boy, and his eyes are too pretty ); he’s just begging to be loved so please show him some love after

And he makes the prettiest noises

he’s definitely fucked out after one or two rounds, but he likes to keep up a strong persona

“You tired?” You mumbled, looking into his distant eyes.

“No, not at all.” He said, and then yawned after.

Basically all he wants after you ride him is to cuddle him and shower with him (: then fall asleep

#ben reilly #ben reilly smut #ben reilly x reader #sub!character #sub!ben reilly #scarlet spider #scarlet spider x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse

[mellowswriting]

the big day

pairing || Javier Peña x fem!Reader

word count || 1.3k 

summary || it isn’t until the reception that it finally hits him. you’re his wife. he can’t help but show you just how lucky he feels. 

content || SMUT, unprotected sex, kinda public sex (they fuck at their wedding reception (typical)), idiots in love, husband!Javi is fuckin SCRUMPTIOUS lemme tell ya, the beginnings of Javi’s housewife kink 🙏🏻, this man is in loooove

a/n || i truly cannot stop writing about husband!Javier. inject him straight into my veins PLS (obligatory @theorganasolo​ tag, as always)

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Javier can’t believe that you’re actually his. His wife. The entire day has been such a whirlwind from beginning to end that the surrealness is only just wearing off. As he watches you laugh, dance, and drink with him and everyone else you love, he realizes… you’re his. Forever. He gets to spend the rest of his life with this beautiful, intelligent, fiery woman every single day. He was never a particularly traditional man but he can’t deny the allure of the life he gets to lead with you. Soft. Warm. Domestic. He never thought he would have this kind of life - or that it would make his dick so fucking hard. 

It takes good timing. The two of you are the center of attention, after all. Slipping off unnoticed won’t be easy but Javier is nothing if not a man with a plan. He waits, albeit impatiently, until enough alcohol has flowed and the guests are sufficiently distracted by music and food to whisk you away into some back room of the venue with a lockable door. You knew what he was up to more than an hour ago. The need that burns in his eyes is one you have seen far too many times to count. So when he suddenly appears beside you and tugs impatiently at your waist, you’re a more than willing captive. 

Javier whirls you down a hallway, around a corner, and into a random room he must have scoped out for this exact reason. The moment the door closes behind you, he pulls you close and kisses you with a hunger that has you melting into him. You let him guide you further into the room, blindly trusting him to lead you back and lift you onto the edge of a table. The skirt of your pretty little reception dress bunches up at your waist under his eager hands. The sight of you in a gorgeous white dress with his ring on your finger, officially his wife… fuck, he just can’t stop himself. 

His eyes flash up to yours as his fingers rub your lace-covered pussy, reveling in your little gasp and the fevered way you whisper his name. He isn’t the only one who’s been thinking about this. Javier yanks your underwear off and stashes the wet fabric in his pocket. You can’t help but tease him for being a dirty little thief, even as you eagerly undo his belt before tugging him closer by it. 

“We’re finally married… Can you believe it?” There’s an earnestness to your voice that makes his heart flutter in his chest. Your eyes are shiny with love and lust, and Javier swears he’s never been more in love with you. Then again, he thinks that every time he lays eyes on you. You smile at him and whisper, “I’m your wife, Javi.”

“Fuck yeah, you are. My amazing, kickass wife. All mine…” Javier damn near growls. His cock twitches against the confining fabric of his boxers at the pure reverence in your voice. Your thighs spread for him as he presses closer, eager to let him grind against your pussy. It’s hard to resist his usual temptations. Javier wants to hitch your thighs over his shoulders and eat you out until you soak his face. He wants to work you open on his fingers and suck marks into your delicate skin. 

But there isn’t enough time for that. It won’t take long for the guests to begin wondering where the two of you disappeared off to. Two weeks, Javier reminds himself. After tonight, he will have two weeks in a tropical paradise to take you apart for him over and over again.

“We have to be quick, hermosa.” Javier shoves his pants and briefs down to his mid-thigh and yanks you down by your hips. “Gotta fuck my pretty little wife before anyone comes lookin’ for us.” 

Javier doesn’t waste any time. He clamps his hand over your mouth as he buries himself inside of you, muffling the indecent cry that falls from your lips. The hot vice of your pussy forces a broken sound from him and he has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself quiet. It’s rushed and sloppy and so full of love that he aches with it. One hand flies back to brace yourself against his thrusts and the other wraps around his wrist, your manicured nails leaving little crescent marks in his skin. You barely manage to pry his hand away to let a sweet little plea escape your lips. 

“Kiss me?” You whisper.  

Javier gives in to you without a second thought, without a second of hesitation. He cradles the back of your head with his huge hand and draws you up into a breathtaking kiss. The sweet little moan he draws from you only encourages his greed. When it comes to your pleasure, he always needs more. He needs to have you trembling beneath him. Crying out his name as he draws you to a devastating orgasm. Looking up at him with that delicious fucked-out expression on your beautiful face. 

“Thaaat’s it…” He encourages, his voice gruff and needy. He shoves his hand beneath your dress and finds your clit with familiar ease. He watches with bated breath as your face as your eyes flutter shut and your head tips back in pleasure. The sight never fails to send a spark of pride simmering through his veins. “Takin’ my cock like a good girl, aren’t you?” 

“Javi,” You whisper his name like a prayer. “I’m - fuck! I’m close, so fuckin’ close… please!” 

Javier knows exactly what you need. He shifts you both just slightly until his hips roll down with each thrust. It’s all it takes to have you quivering around him, both hands digging into his shoulders, clinging to him for support. Javier presses his forehead to yours and drinks in the sight of you falling apart for him. A shudder wracks through your entire body as you cry his name into his shoulder. 

Everything else melts away. The venue, the expectant guests, all of it. All that exists in this moment is you. The woman he loves. The woman he is lucky enough to have by his side for the rest of his life. His wife. Coming with his cock buried as deep as you can take him. Every pulse drags him closer to his inevitable end but it's your voice that finally does it. That sweet, fucked-out voice whispering, “I love you” over and over again like they’re the only three words left in your head. You whimper with every harsh jerk of his hips. Such a pretty little sound that only ignites that deeply ingrained need to take care of you. 

Javier kisses you softly. Your smile is so big that he can barely keep it up, so he lets his lips trail over your jaw and down your neck. You’re all too eager to tilt your head for more, fingers tangling in his hair with a happy little hum. He murmurs his praise, his love, into your skin as if he can etch the words right into your DNA. 

It isn’t until two short knocks come from the door that Javier comes back to himself. 

“I can only stall for you two lovebirds for so long, ya know?” Comes Murphy’s amused voice from the other side. 

Javier groans as his head falls into the crook of your shoulder. You thank Steve with a giggle that never fails to bring a smile to your husband’s face. He’s reluctant to pull away from you but he knows he has no choice. Besides, he wants to dance with his bride. Javier cleans you up with gentle swipes of your now-ruined underwear, while you meticulously fix his tuxedo. 

He carefully brushes your hair out of your face, returning it to a somewhat presentable state. His hands come to rest on your cheeks. “I’m gonna make you so happy, mi amor. I swear it.” 

#javier peña x reader #javier peña x you #javier peña smut #javier pena x reader #javier pena x you #javier pena fanfiction #javier peña fanfiction #javier pena smut #javier peña x reader smut

[wanda-maximoff-enthusiast]

Hello! I saw that you said your requests for The Hobbit were open, which made me very excited because I love your writing style so much. May I please request for you to write something with Gandalf telling Thorin & Co. he’s adding someone to the company and them being very annoyed, and then Mr. Gandalf—in his infinite wisdom—referring to y/n as “she” and them flipping the frickity frick out because women are fragile and dainty and need to be protected (cue eye roll). Then upon meeting her, she’s a wee bit unhinged and wild and overall just Morally Gray Slightly Insane Badass? I’m thinking of Harley Quinn’s fight scenes from Bird of Prey where she’s just super kickass and efficient, slamming people into the ground and twirling her bat around like a baton.

I’m sorry if this is too specific! I’d love to see what you would do with this prompt. You can add any pairings you would like. If it doesn’t interest you, then I respect that, feel free to ignore! Thank you!

THIS IS ABSOLUTE PERFECTION I think we need a little bit more badass (Y/N), come on guys

But yes, absolutely. This looks like it should have a part two, so if anybody wants that lemme know.

~Her~

the company x fem!reader (platonic)

Summary: Gandalf is adding somebody new to the company (albeit without telling Thorin), and the company are shocked when he lets one little pronoun slip.

Warnings: A bit of sexism (the dwarves think all women are quite meek and dainty), (Y/N) is an absolute girlboss so prepare for that

A/N: I'm rewatching the Hobbit atm. kili >>>>>>

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Gandalf towered over the dwarves - and Bilbo - as he spoke rapidly to try and avoid the orcs within a nearby fortress. "I think now would be best to tell you of the newest member of the company."

The dwarves looked at each other, suspicious of the wizard's intentions. Thorin's dark brows furrowed above his eyelids.

"Go on." He said, voice firm and demanding.

"Well, I believe this person will be a very good addition. A trained fighter, a little crazy, albeit, but still a useful asset."

Thorin's crystal eyes glared at Gandalf.

"And how much of this did you care to inform me of?"

"Thorin, I assure you, this is all going to work out-"

"Can we, like, not be doing this right now? In a few seconds, a whole army of orcs is going to burst through those doors." Fili spoke up, pulling two daggers from his pockets.

Kili nodded at his brother's words. "Yeah, just cut to the chase, what does this 'new member' go by?"

"Well, if I am correct, her-"

An uproar of 'her?' and 'what is he on about's erupted from the dwarves, all of them waving their weapons mockingly, before Thorin raised a hand to silence them.

"You're trying to sabotage us." "Thorin-" "A woman? Really?" Gandalf's gaze averted to the fortress, listening intently of any sign of destruction, as Thorin continued ranting angrily.

"Women do not fight, they are more accustomed to sewing needles than they are swords, why would you- what in Mahal's name are you looking at?" The dwarf king turned, as did the rest of the company, to see the orc fortress burst into flames.

Fire covered the entire structure, but even in the blazing embers and smoke they could see a figure walking towards them.

"Who is that?" Oin asked, tilting his head to get a better look at the person walking.

Gandalf smirked a knowing smile as he watched the dwarves' awe.

"That, Master Oin, is the newest member of the company. I would like you to meet (Y/N) (L/N)."

Everybody watched in pure shock as (Y/N) walked towards them, twirling a bat in her hand as if it weighed nothing, a sinister laugh falling from her lips.

"H-Her?" Bilbo asked, the hobbit clearly rather intimidated by this strange human, to which Gandalf sent him a comforting smile.

Finally, she stopped in front of them, blowing a large pink bubble with her gum before popping it with her teeth and chewing it, mouth open in a wide grin.

"Her." She said, leaning on her bat as if it were an arm rest. Mahal, this journey just got a lot more interesting.

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SORRY THIS IS ALSO SUPER OVERDUE AHH

#the hobbit x reader #the hobbit #the company x reader #thorin oakenshield x reader

[romanoffsdarling]

The Devil Wears Prada || Part One

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader // Peter Parker x Fem!Reader 

Chapter Summary: Today is the big day of your job interview— where you’ll truly figure out who you’ll be working with— that could potentially set you on the track for your dream job. Will everything go according to plan?

Word Count: 3,477

Chapter Warnings: Some self-esteem hits (fashion industry).

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy the first part of this series! I’m super excited as TDWP is one of my all-time favorite movies. And, yes, Peter will be acting as the Nate in this series but will be more like book Nate than movie Nate (but he will also be his own character too, of course). Some of the dialogue comes from the script but I promise, as things deepen in a different way between you and Wanda, things will steadily shift. 

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Streaks of gold, with the smallest undertones of the purest white and the lightest flecks of silver, filter in from the half-opened curtains of the medium-sized windows within the place you have called home for the last two years. The sounds of horns blaring, faint shrieks of ambulances, and the distant chatter of voices in the streets below, signify the daily life of the inhabitants of New York City was just beginning.

While the day, for you, would signify that you’d finally be on the right path to achieve the goals you’ve set out for since you were little.

“Are you sure this job is right for you, Y/N/N?” The teasing question comes from the open doorway of the small bathroom situated in your Manhattan apartment. Your gaze shifts from the mirror-- as you were checking your chosen outfit once more-- to the amused one of your boyfriends. Light brown eyes sparkle with flecks of gold as his toothbrush hangs haphazardly out of the side of his mouth; his next words were slightly garbled because of it. “I mean you’ve never been that fashion conscious before.”

Your lips upturn into a smile. “I’m well aware of that, Peter.” You return your attention back to the mirror. “But we both know that working for a magazine like Runway will only heighten my chances at being able to work at credible newspapers.”

Peter holds up his finger as he disappears from sight and the sound of him spitting into the sink, followed by the brief gargling of mouth wash, resounds across the apartment before he appears once more. His hands wipe down the legs of his sweatpants as he makes his way towards you. “I know that I’m just worried that this job won’t be everything you think it will be.” Nimble fingers come up to gently tuck a strand of errant hair out of your face when he halts in front of you. “I just want you to be safe, Y/N/N.”

Leaning into his touch, you place a soft kiss on his fingertips. “I think I’ll be able to manage a couple of models, Pete.” You step closer to rest your head on his chest for a brief hug; comforted by the sound of his strong heartbeat. “And your number is speed dial one if I need you for anything.”

He wraps his arms around your waist and gives a light squeeze in response. “Call me to tell me how it goes. And Y/N?” You tilt your head up to look into his sparkling gaze. “Make sure to show them all what a kickass assistant you’ll make.”

An amused laugh leaves your lips at his enthusiastic support. “I’ll make sure to remember that.” You glance down at your watch and wince at the time it shows. “But, if I want to make the subway, I have to leave now. I’ll make sure to fill you in, in person when we go out for drinks tonight.”

You’re already out the door as Peter yells out his response; the good humor in his voice never leaving. “I’ll hold you to that, Y/L/N.”

Runway Magazine wasn’t one you were truly familiar with. Though, to be fair, you weren’t familiar with that many magazines to begin with; it would be a better fit than Auto Universe at least.  You did, however, know how much money it seemed to be worth; a fact that’s hammered home as you pause outside of the Elias-Stark building. Your breath catches in your throat at the sight of the massive building that towers into the New York City skyline. 

It’s a lot bigger than I thought it would be, you observe with a small frown. Maybe I am out of my league with this one, but I wasn’t raised to be a quitter and I certainly won’t let a few insecurities ruin my chances for my dream career. 

Stepping into the building was like stepping into a whole other world. Various people flitting from corner to corner, racks of clothes being transported to undisclosed locations, and the amount of designer clothes mixed with the beauty of the people wearing them fills you with a sense of unease. You tug at the thick material of your sweater-- a deep blue one that Peter had gifted you a few months before-- as you stop by the security desk to get a visitor pass. 

“Y/N?” An accented voice calls from your right as the sound of heeled footsteps approach you. Offering a brief smile in thanks to the security guard that had just given you your pass, you turn your gaze to the approaching redhead. Was everyone in this place ridiculously attractive? 

Your inner thoughts fortunately don’t reflect on your face as the woman stops in front of you; an almost bored expression on her face as she looks you up and down. “HR does seem to have a sense of humor.” The redhead-- that you assume to be Natasha; from the phone call you had gotten detailing your appointment with her-- sniffs as she gestures for you to follow. “Okay, I was Wanda’s second assistant but her first recently got promoted. So, now I’m her first.”

You both pause as Natasha presses the up button for the elevator. Noting how stressed the redhead seemed to be you attempt to alleviate the heavy tension that was beginning to form. “So, you’re pretty much replacing yourself?”

The other woman side eyes you as she steps onto the lift-- forcing you to scramble in after her-- and only responds after she pushes the button for Floor 17. “I’m trying to do so, yes.”

A confused frown furrows your brow at that. She was trying to? What the hell does that mean? Am I only one that has applied for this job?

Seemingly knowing where you mind went to, Natasha explains in an airy, almost disinterested, voice. “Wanda sacked the last two girls after a few weeks.” Before you’re given the chance to respond, Natasha steps off the elevator as it arrives on the designated floor. Not even waiting to see if you were following, which you were, as she continues to explain. “You need to have a certain backbone to be able to thrive at Runway. I need--” She exhales sharply through her nose. “We need to find someone that can survive here. Do you understand?”

You nod sharply, narrowly avoid getting nailed by a frantic looking man, as you rush to keep up with Natasha. “Yes,” you agree, but a question pops into your mind that you needed to voice. “Who’s Wanda?”

Natasha halts, her head whipping around to stare at you with a widened gaze. “You didn’t just ask me that.” She exhales through her nose sharply once more before continuing her earlier trek through the bustling halls; once again forcing you to keep up. How the hell was she moving so fast in heels that big? “Wanda is the Editor-in-Chief of Runway, and a living legend within the fashion community. Work a year for her and you’ll be able to find a job at any magazine you could hope for.”

Exactly what I was hoping for. 

Opening a sleek glass door, Natasha leads you into a room with two desks facing one another-- on the outskirts of two other glass doors that lead into a much bigger office-- that you can guess is where the assistants reside throughout the day. Turning around, Natasha appraises you with sharp green eyes. “Millions of girls would kill for this job.”

You smile. “That sounds great, I’d love to be considered.”

The redhead’s brow furrows at that. “Y/N--” She pinches the bridge of her nose before continuing in a clearly strained voice. “Runway is a fashion magazine. An interest in fashion, beyond the base level, is crucial.”

Amusement flairs through you-- at least if you get this job, you’ll have one thing to brighten your day; see how worked up you could get Natasha-- as your smile remains. Although you adopt a faux innocent tone as you tilt your head. “What makes you think that I don’t have an interest in fashion?”

It was a question that you knew would raise Natasha’s hackles, which it does, but the retort dies on crimson-painted lips as she glances down at the beeping phone in her hand. Green eyes widen with horror as a gasp escapes her. “Oh, dear God. No, no, no, no.”

Confusion wells within you once more. Was this going to be a common occurrence? You not knowing what the hell was going on? “What’s wrong?”

Natahsa ignores you as she rushes to the desk on the left; her well-manicured nails quickly typing out a number on the desk-phone as she brings it to her ear. When it connects, she simply hisses out one statement before slamming it back down onto the receiver: “She’s on her way. Tell everyone.”

There seemed to be a moment of calm serenity before the office behind you burst into a frantic panic you’ve never seen before. People rushing back to their desk, women slipping out of sandals into heels, food getting thrown away, and various other things that flicker passed your gaze too quickly for you to notice. 

The next thing you know a sharply dressed man-- in a midnight blue suit-- walks into the room. “She was supposed to be coming in at nine. What the hell happened?” 

The clearly frazzled First Assistant runs a hand through her hair. “Her driver just messaged me. Apparently, her usual facialist ruptured a disk.” Standing, Natasha throws her hands into the air. “God! These people.”

What the absolute hell was happening? 

Shifting your weight, you finally garner the attention of the man who’s blue eyes shroud with confusion of his own. “Natasha, who is this?” 

The woman barely glances up from the documents on her desk as she waves her hand. “I don’t even want to talk about it.”

Seemingly not willing, or not having the time, to argue with Natasha, the man gives you one last glance before he pops his head into the hallway. “Man, your battle stations everyone!”

Even more chaos erupts at his words, but your gaze maintains its locked position on Natasha as she rushes into a side-door of the bullpen, reappearing a moment later with a tall glass and bottle of Pellegrino. Both of which she side-arms as she quickly takes the various magazines and newspapers into her free hand as she rushes into the bigger office. It seems that running was the normal walk within Runway. 

“You’re still here,” Natasha mutters, almost to herself, as she reappears to stand beside her desk. Her attention shifting for only a moment as the paper she was waiting for was finally done printing, which she instantly attached to her clipboard. “Go.”

Pushing off the chair you had been seated in-- was this really how this job interview was going to end-- an almost panicked look flashes across Natasha’s face before she waves you back down. “No, I don’t want you to pass her. We’ll just have to pray that she doesn’t notice you.”

Settling back down, you nervously tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. This was exactly like self-esteem camp. How quaint. 

So lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t notice that a quiet hush had fallen over the offices outside. A strained, yet professional, smile appearing on Natasha’s face as she disappeared from the room to meet the woman that had caused the commotion to begin with. You’re only keyed into her presence whenever her soft voice filters past your ears. 

“--- How hard is it to find a decent looking paramedic? Also, I need to see what Steve has called in for Gwenyth’s second cover try.”

Looking up, you’re met by the sight of gorgeous auburn-haired woman-- clothed in a form fitting white blouse, black pencil skirt, and black heels with red bottoms-- with an air of controlled disinterest as she tossed a black coat and purse onto Natasha’s desk. Said woman having followed dutifully behind her, jotting down notes, as the woman-- who you presume was Wanda-- spoke. 

As she enters her office, she calls softly over her shoulder. “Who is that?”

Natasha winces at the question-- seemingly hoping that Wanda would have been unobservant for once-- as she tries to come up with a proper response. “Nobody,” she replies, knowing that she would have to elaborate as that wouldn’t be a sufficient answer for Wanda. “Human resources sent her for the assistant job, and I was pre-interviewing her for you, but--”

Whatever Wanda does stops Natasha’s words in their tracks, but you don’t have to wonder for long as her smooth voice speaks up once more. “I’ll do it. The last two you sent me were complete disappointments.” There’s a brief moment of silence. “Send her in.”

A moment later Natasha appears and gestures for you to get up. “She’d like to see you.” Seemingly moving too slowly for the red heads liking she urges you forward. “Go on.”

Not needing to be told twice-- especially with the look Natasha was giving you-- the quick walk to Wanda’s office happens in record time as you stop in front of the modern desk. Trying not to look around too much at the chic design-- the space being perfectly clean, and the walls littered with pictures from designers you’d never be able to name-- but it was the woman seated behind the desk that truly drew you in. Her attention wasn’t on you, but you were certain she knew you were there, as she browses the magazine situated in front of her; deep auburn waves falling around her. 

“Who are you?” The question almost startles you; having gotten used to the silence, but you have a feeling that you shouldn’t keep the woman waiting for long. Especially not when her emerald eyes finally peer up from the papers and almost feel like they’re staring into your soul. 

You nervously place your resume on the desk in front of Wanda-- which she ignores-- as you introduce yourself. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N.” At the continued silence, you could feel your own nerves beginning to rise. “I recently graduated from--”

Wanda interrupts what would have undoubtedly been a rambling mess of a spiel. “What are you doing here?”

That seems easy enough. “I think that I could do a great job as your assistant and--”

Your words falter at the look Wanda bestows onto you; a part of yourself withering within you because of it. 

Not knowing what to do you begin talking. “I came to New York to become a journalist and I sent letters out to everyone. Elias-Stark gave me a call and Sherry detailed the opening in your department. Basically--” You sigh. “It was either this or Auto Universe.”

You want to die at the extent of your honesty, but Wanda seems to be taking it in. Maybe there was still a chance for you to get this job?

“So, you don’t read Runway?”

Strike One.

“No.”

Wanda raises a brow. “And, before today, you had never heard of me?”

Strike Two.

“No.”

“And you have no style or sense of fashion.”

Strike Three. You’re out.

“That depends on--”

A hard look flits over Wanda’s emerald gaze. “That wasn’t a question.”

Feeling desperate-- as this was the job that would open so many doors for you-- words tumble out of your mouth despite yourself. “I was Editor-in-Chief at the Daily Northwestern. I won a national competition for college journalists with a series on the janitor’s union--”

Wanda, seemingly having enough of you, holds up her hand. Her airy voice holding a whole new level of disinterest. “That’s all.”

The abruptness doesn’t stop your tirade, however. “That uncovered the exploitation of--”

The look Wanda pins you with could burn a hole through an iceberg, which really hammers in the point that you had just screwed up exponentially by trying to get this job. Feeling defeated, and a little downtrodden, you turn around and make your way to the door. Only to pause, well aware of the gaze still burning into you, as you turn back to meet it. 

“Okay, you’re right.” You gesture to your outfit as you keep your chin up. “I clearly don’t fit in here. I’m not glamorous or stick-level skinny and I don’t know much about fashion. But I’m smart, I learn fast, and I will work very hard.”

As your words peter out-- with some of your bravado fading-- Wanda simply stares impassively at you, not giving anything away, until the familiar male voice from earlier speaks up behind you. 

“We got the exclusive on the yellow Cavalli for Gwyneth, the one he showed with a huge, feathered headpiece, but she’ll look like she’s working the mainstage at the Golden Nugget, so instead--”

The man stops abruptly once he notices you, but you don’t pay him any mind as you offer Wanda a slight smile. “Thank you for your time.”

With that you exit the office as quickly as you can-- still feeling the effects of Wanda’s gaze on your body-- as you breathe a soft sigh through your nose. The job interview may not have gone as you wanted it to, but at least you stepped out of your comfort zone. 

Fortunately, the elevator ride down was quick, and you were alone-- leaving you to mope in your thoughts-- as you try to figure out where exactly everything had turned so wrong. It was those thoughts that plagued you as you gave back your visitor pass, offering a cordial goodbye, and made your way to the rolling doors of Elias-Stark. 

It was only the familiar accented voice calling from behind you that made you stop in your tracks. Your head whipping around to meet Natasha’s perturbed expression. She didn’t speak but the gesture for you to follow her was all that she needed to do. 

It seems that you had been able to do something right after all. 

“I still can’t believe you got a job at a fashion magazine,” Bucky murmurs, amusement dancing through his blue gaze. “Though, Wanda Maximoff is known for being unpredictable.”

You shake your head-- a fond smile curling your lips-- as you swat Peter’s hand away from encroaching on your fry territory. 

“Okay.” You shoot a glare towards Peter as he swiftly steals a fry, before turning your gaze back to Bucky. “How do you know who she is, and I don’t?”

Bucky grins. “I’m just more attuned with that sort of stuff than you, Y/N.”

A soft chuckle from Bucky’s right causes you to shift your gaze to amused brown. “That would make sense,” MJ teases. “It would explain a lot actually.”

Ignoring her teasing, he continues. “Seriously, Wanda is a big deal. She’s the youngest Editor-in-Chief in Runway history and doesn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon.” He shrugs halfheartedly at you. “I’m sure millions of girls would kill for the job you have.”

“I’m sure you’re right.” You were told this mere hours ago. “But I’m not one of those girls.”

“Hey,” Peter smoothly interjects; popping, yet another, one of your fries into his mouth. “Everyone has to start from somewhere, right? I’m just a bus-boy pretty much, but I know that I’ll be able to get my chance if I just try hard enough. Plus, MJ does--” Peter waves his hand in the general direction of your shared friend before a frown furrows his brow. “What is it that you do at your gallery?”

“My job,” MJ replies cheekily. “But fry cook here is right, Y/N/N, everyone starts from somewhere.”

“Fortunately for me I already have my dream job.”

Three sets of eyes turn to look at Bucky. 

“You’re a corporate research analyst.”

He scoffs. “Yeah, but I get free bagels on Tuesday’s and some booze at times. It totally rocks.”

There’s a brief moment of silence before Bucky cracks. 

“You’re right my job is totally boring,” he sighs, but his jovial grin doesn’t slip from his face as he maintains eye contact with you. “At least you won’t be bored working for the Devil within the fashion industry.”

“Yeah,” you mutter, slinking back into your seat. “Lucky me.”

As your friends and boyfriend, continue to chatter around you can’t shake the memory of those burning green eyes. The way the light had reflected off of those auburn waves and the sheer command she had over a room without needing to raise her voice. 

You don’t know why but the idea that Wanda Maximoff was the Devil didn’t sit well with you, but you didn’t truly know her yet. 

Only time would tell... 

You just hope you were prepared for what it would bring. 

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[igotanidea]

Masterlist

At this point I write for:

I. THE SANDMAN

The Raven's daughter

part 1 : The fateful meating.

part 2: From the Waking...

part 3: ... into the Dreaming.

part 4: A tour of the castle.

part 5: Questions.

part 6: A hell of a day.

(sneak peak) of part 7

part 7 : A kickass party

part 8 : Late night talking

part 9 : Past, present, future

Part 10 : Escapism Part 11 : Hob

The counterparts

Prologue

Chapter 1 : sometimes reality sucks

Chapter 2 :Welcome back to reality

Chapter 3: A rough nightmare

Chapter 4 : crumbling

Chapter 5: Falling to pieces

Chapter 6: Reunited

Chapter 7: Remedies

Chapter 8 : The Fates

Chapter 9 : On the verge

Chapter 10: Opposing sides

Chapter 11 : Hell is a place you believe in

One-shots (and two-shots tbh)

Morpheus reading his fanfiction: part 1,part 2

Morpheus lover being a vortex: part 1, part 2

Just an apple : a fruit engagement

Eight letters

The Sandman incorrect quotes: part 1, part 2

Comfort

Morpheus lover being on her period

Mutually beneficial : sneak peak,full story

Stranger in the Library

Take a hint

Kupala night: Morpheus x slav!reader

Night shift

Be careful who you bring home

Be careful who you bring home pt 2

Side effects

The perks of injuries

Devilish invention

Over the top

Sleep paralysys demon Get ready for the show: Dream x reader x Corinthian x Hob Endless glorious purpose: Morpheus x Loki

II. SWEETBITTER

Gritty:

sneak peak of chapter 1chapter 1 : Welcome to New York

sneak peak of chapter 2

chapter 2 : If we ever meet again.

Chpater 3: Bruises.

sneak peak of chapter 4

chapter 4 : Get out of my life

sneak peek of chapter 5

III. MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE:

SHADOW : Marvel OC

Prologue

sneak peak of chapter 1

ONE SHOTS

Daredevil incorrect quotes

Marvel incorrect quotes

Marvel incorrect quotes pt 2

Conflict of interests: Matt Murdock x reader

Clingy: Matt Murdock x reader

Here and now: Matt Murdock x OC

Hello devil : Matt Murdock x reader

Workaholic insomniacs:Matt Murdock x reader

Mind the words : Matt Murdock x reader

Torn : Matt Murdock x reader

Not enough: Murdock x Reader x Barnes sneak peak

Secret: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader

25th hour : tasm!peter parker x workaholic!reader

"trick or treat"ing with Marvel characters

IV. DC UNIVERSE

Cheshire!verse : Jason Todd x reader

Five years later:

Cheshire cat

Than damn gala

Toxic : Dick Grayson x reader

part 1

part 2

ONE SHOTS

Instincts : Dick grayson x reader

Workout : Dick Grayson x reader

Walls: Dick Grayson x reader

Duality: Dick Grayson x reader

Lost: Jason Todd x reader

Jealousy : Gar Logan x f!reader x Conner Kent

Quiet: Dick Grayson x f!reader

I won't hurt you : Dick Grayson x reader

Babystitting: Dick Grayson x reader

V. HARRY POTTER

ONE SHOTS:

Common ground : George Weasley x reader

VI. THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

ONE SHOTS

umbrella academy incorrect quotes pt.1

umbrella academy incorrect quotes pt 2

"trick or treat"ing with the umbrellas

We're all broken here: five hargreeves x sis!reader

VII. WEDNESDAY

ONE SHOTS

safe space: Xavier Thorpe x fem!reader Bubble : Ajax Petropolus x fem!reader Who's the monster now? : Tyler Galpin x fem!reader Cemented: Ajax Petropolus x reader Rumor has it: Xavier Thorpe x reader Consolation: Enid Sinclair x reader

Feel free to request anything, also beyond those fandoms. I always appreciate a good idea.

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[astermath]

"So? Whatever." Pt.2

pairing: dave lizewski x popular!fem!reader

summary: after closing a deal with dave to let you borrow his comics while he pretends to tutor you, he finally comes over to your house. he’s confronted with the fact that despite your reputation of being damn near perfect, you have your own insecurities and issues. you’re confronted with how much you enjoy his company, despite having your reservations about him before.

word count: 2.4K

♡ LANDING PAGE ♡

notes: thank you for the likes and the reblogs, I really appreciate it! I really enjoy writing for this reader, there’s something so fun about being able to be so playfully mean. Please let me know if you’d like a part 3, and comments are greatly appreciated too!

[unknown]: hi, it’s dave! hope I typed in the right number lol

You look at your phone as it buzzed, squinting to see if you recognized the contact as you dried your hair off from the shower. You sat down on your bed and swiped up, smiling at the name. At least he didn’t forget to text. You saved his number under a new contact and started typing a reply.

[y/n]: sorry, I know a lot of daves. are you the one from the party last saturday, or the one from the football game?

[dave]: lizewski? the one who lent you the venom comic? brown hair, glasses?

You grinned to yourself, laying down on your stomach on the bed.

[y/n]: I’m just messing with ya, nerd. I remember you, how could I possibly forget?

[dave]: right

[dave]: sorry

[dave]: could you send me the address? and what type of comics you want me to bring?

You sent him your location and a couple of screenshots of your favorite franchises.

[y/n]: think you can work with that?

[dave]: yeah, totally! I’ll be there at 2 on saturday, is that ok?

[y/n]: totes, see ya then x

Dave stared down at his phone, eyes fixated on the little “x” you added to your last text. Everything from that day had already felt surreal, and now he was actually texting you. Or, well, he assumed so. This could all very well still be part of some really shitty prank, but you did seem genuine in your request. And what kind of guy would he be to just assume you were out to get him, just like all the others?

A smart one, probably.

But it was too late for second thoughts now, as he stood in front of the driveway to your house. It was huge, nothing like the houses in his neighborhood. He guessed that’s what all that lawyer money was good for. He walked up to the front door, his hand shaking a little as he reached out to ring the bell. He heard footsteps, taking a deep breath in and mentally prepared himself to be met by you as the door opened.

Instead, he was met by the eyes of an older man, slightly taller than him, who seemed less than pleased to see him at his front door. He crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow as he looked him up and down. “Can I help you, son?”

Dave gulped, hands getting clammy inside his coat’s pockets. He was not ready to be confronted by your dad, especially because he’s the one you were primarily hiding things from. “I-I’m here to tutor—”

“My daughter?” He cut him off before he could say your name. “You the kid that’s tutoring her?”

“Y-Yes sir, that’s me.” He pulled out his hand, silently cursing himself for not wiping it on his pants before because of how sweaty it was.

Your father looked down at his hand, but before he could even shake it, your voice was heard from behind him. “Daddy, that’s for me!” You walked down the stairs, making eye contact with Dave as he tried not to melt right then and there because of what you were wearing. He usually saw you wear your cute, well put together outfits at school, but seeing you in your cute comfy shorts, with your hair put up… He only realized he was staring when your dad addressed him again.

“Alright, get inside. And shoes off.”

He obliged, quickly taking his shoes off as your dad walked back into the living room.

Not long after, he was met with the sight of your room. Shelves adorned with trophies, a vanity, a queen sized bed with a TV in front of it, a plush sofa, and a huge closet… He was pretty sure he’s seen whole apartments less nice than your room. But nevermind that, he was in a girl’s room, in your room. That was intimate no matter the scenario.

You sat down on your desk chair, legs crossed as you turned it on its wheels to face the boy scanning your room. He looked like he had landed in another dimension, eyes wide as he examined his surroundings.

“What’s so interesting?” You asked, not sure if he was looking for something or if he was just genuinely this impressed by your room.

“You have… A lot of trophies…” He fidgeted with the sleeve of his shirt.

You looked over to the shelf, smiling proudly. “All from cheering.” You pointed to the tiara on the shelf above it. “Besides that one.”

He remembers when you won prom queen in your junior year, though he’s not sure if he’d count that as a trophy. He’d never tell you that, though.

“So, you gonna give me my comics or are you just here to inspect my private property?”

Your comment snapped him out of his daydreaming and he quickly took off his backpack to take out a plastic bag filled with comics. “I-I didn’t know which ones you wanted specifically, so… I just took all the ones from the franchises you showed me.” He took the pile out of the bag and you got up to take them from him.

“Careful, it’s—“

Your arms almost gave out to the sheer heft of the pile before he caught them. “Jesus christ Dave!”

“S-Sorry, sorry, I didn’t realise they weighed that much combined!” He looks panicked, hoping you didn’t hurt yourself when the weight pulled you down.

“You carried these all the way here?” You looked at him in shock. There was no way he was that strong, not without you knowing about it. “What are you, some kind of secret body builder?” You watched him put the pile down on your desk, seeing the muscles in his forearm. Maybe you were wrong, you just hadn’t been paying as much attention to Dave as you apparently should have been.

He avoided the question, simply sitting down on the carpeted floor across you with his back against the side of your bed. Frankly, he knew he’d be better off saying nothing when it came to his physique, afraid it might reveal too much relating to his vigilante activities.

You looked through the pile, finding the sequel to the previous comic you had borrowed from him and pulling it out. Dave took his own comic book out of his backpack, and when he looked back at you, something had clearly changed.

Your face was now adorned with a pair of round, thinly rimmed glasses.

He blinked a few times to make sure his own eyes weren’t deceiving him, but no, he was seeing things right.

You look up from your page and raise an eyebrow. “Didn’t your mommy ever tell you it’s rude to stare?”

“You wear glasses.” He said, eyes fixated on your face. His usual aversion to eye contact seemed to have vanished all of a sudden.

“What?” You realized you hadn’t thought about it when you put them on. You didn’t usually have company over while you were reading stuff. “Oh.” Your face suddenly felt a lot warmer, embarrassment washing over you. “Yeah, I uh… I need them to read, at least. I get through the rest of my day without em just fine, they just look so… Stupid.” You paused, looking back at his face and realizing how mean that must have sounded to him. “Not that you look stupid! You look, uh… You look smart! Real smart, it’s just… They don’t suit me and I…His expression hasn’t changed one bit since you had put on your spectacles. You looked so different, in a good way. A really good way.

“Pretty.” He muttered.

“What?” You broke out of your embarrassed rambling.

“I think you look pretty. With the glasses. They suit you.” He smiled demurely, hoping that didn’t gain him some creep points.

You stared back at him. You’d been called hot before, sexy, gorgeous… But hearing him call you pretty, it was something else. There were no intentions behind it, he just needed to say it, like it felt right. You blink, trying to cope with the fact that the nerd you thought you had an upper hand on had turned your brain to mush with a single compliment.

“Yeah, uhm… Whatever…” You went back to reading. “…thanks.”

He smiled to himself as he picked up his own comic book again. You were surprisingly fun to talk to, it was almost as if he didn’t feel like he was getting judged for everything he was saying anymore.

And he could definitely get used to that.

A few hours pass as you both peruse through the pile. The silence is comfortable, only being broken if someone flipped a page or grabbed a new comic. He looked up and saw you holding the Spider-man collector’s edition he took a page out of, seemingly very immersed in the story.

“Do you like Spider-man?” He spoke up, hoping he didn’t annoy you by taking you out of the story.

“Oh, uh…” You adjusted the glasses on your face as they kept slipping down your nose a bit. “Yeah. He’s like… pretty cool I guess.” You had so much to say about him, so much you wanted to gush about, but you couldn’t help but still feel a little ashamed about your interest.

Dave looked at you expectantly. He knew that look, the same look he had whenever someone would call him any type of name at school for being a top shelf dork.

And in that moment, you realised you both had something in common. Except he lived his life unashamedly being a dork, and you were concealing it.

“Alright, so,” You got up from your chair and sat down on the floor next to him, your shoulders touching as you held the comic to your chest. The excitement nearly poured out of you as you couldn’t contain your words, going over everything you liked about him. His background, his personality, his originally handmade suit, his unique powers…

Dave watched you speak with a dreamy smile on his face, your face glowing with happiness. He never thought you’d looked more beautiful, just unapologetically being yourself in front of him. He didn’t once try to interrupt you, he wouldn’t dare to, you just looked so cute gushing about this comic book hero.

“And the fact that… He’s just some kid, right?” You looked into his eyes as he nodded along with you. “Like, he never got any special training, or fancy gear, or anything like that. He could have lived every day of his life pretending he never got bitten by that spider, and live happily ever after, but no! He took matters into his own hands, because he wanted to make a change, because he cared about the people around him.” You smiled, not realizing you had grabbed Dave’s arm and were squeezing it a little to emphasize your words.

He blushed, feeling like that description fit his own endeavors pretty well. He looked into your eyes and for a second, felt the urge to lean in. It took about as much strength as it did to carry those comics to not do so.

You let go of his arms and held your legs close your chest. “But that upside down kiss with MJ… That’s gotta be bullshit. There’s no way you can kiss someone like that.”

“I don‘t know,” Dave responded. “I feel like it would be kinda fun. It doesn’t look that hard.”

“Oh yeah? How would you know?” You turned your head to look at him and gave him a cocky grin.

His face flushed pink and he regretted saying what he said. He just gave you the perfect bait to tease the ever living hell out of him. “W-Well, I… I can imagine that… From my experience… It’s…” He stammered.

You let out a soft giggle, amused at his embarrassment. “You’ve never kissed a girl, have you?”

Dave gulped, words stuck in his throat. But you had opened up so much to him, it wouldn’t be fair to not do the same. “I, uhm… No. I haven’t.” He let out a bit of a defeated chuckle.

An idea sprung alive in your head, a dangerous but intriguing glint in your eyes as you bit your lower lip slightly.

“Would you want to?”

Dave had heard you say a lot of shocking things, but that might just take the cake. His cheeks burned hot as the blood rushed to his face, his hands staying steady on his own thighs to not show they were trembling a little. He didn’t know what to say, this was all happening so quickly.

Before he could respond, you were leaning in, eyes on his soft lips, only inches apart—

“Sweetie! Come down for dinner!”

Your eyes snapped open and you pulled back, looking at Dave before glancing over at the door. Thank god they didn’t come up to knock, that would have been the death of you. You take a deep breath and get up, gesturing with your hand for him to do the same. “You should uh… Probably head out.”

He sat there a bit longer than he should have, a million thoughts going through his head before the sound of your voice finally got through to him. “Right, sorry… Don’t wanna overstay my welcome.” He gathered his comics and went downstairs with you to put on his shoes and coat again.

You opened the door for him and he looked back at you to say goodbye. “Thanks for having me over, I had a good time. I hope you did too.” He smiled shyly, hands in his pockets.

You smiled back, reaching up to ruffle his brown curls. “Don’t mention it. And don’t die on the way back, shit’s dangerous out there these days.”

He nodded, giving you a quick wave before heading out, the feeling in his chest warming up his entire body. He felt like he could take on anything, a feeling that would absolutely come in handy later when he’d be face to face with New York’s criminals.

You went back upstairs and sat down at your desk, noticing he’d left something. It was the special collector’s edition you’d been gushing about earlier. You ran your fingers across the damaged front page, smiling to yourself.

Dave was looking in the mirror, adjusting his costume a little and checking if he had everything he needed with him. A buzz of his phone got his attention, and a giddy boyish grin spread across his face.

[y/n]: so, same time next week? xx

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[meiiie]

dave lizewski, i’m so into you. (pt. 2)

summary: you say something unexpected about Kick-Ass while discussing with your friends which hero you prefer the most.. Kick-Ass? Or Red Mist? little did Dave know or so you thought, you knew it was him all along..

a/n: i have an OC named Melilah who will be your best friend in this imagine, this only has fluff and comedy, there are some inappropriate jokes, and thats it i think! i also didn't proofread this so like... yeah happy reading :)

(pairing: dave lizewski x fem!reader) link to pt. 1

word count: 1.6k

now playing: boyfriend (with Social House)

♫ 'Cause I know we be so complicated But we be so smitten, it's crazy I can't have what I want, but neither can you ♫

the lyrics echoing throughout the store,

“well- for one i think Kickass is wayy cuter, i’d fuck his brains out if i got the chance.” you say out of your thoughts completely regretting saying the said statement- “Really?” Dave says out of nowhere, observing the conversation from behind your booth.

♫ But you ain't my boyfriend (Boyfriend) And I ain't your girlfriend (Girlfriend) But you don't want me to touch nobody else (Nobody) Baby, we ain't gotta tell nobody ♫

“okay wrap it up you two.” Todd interrupts

you really didn't know what to do at that point, i mean- what else would you do?

Dave takes a seat beside you—you think to yourself, 'ah, so this is what Todd and Marty were planning…' ...not knowing your best friend was in on it too

Melilah was rambling something about Red Mist to Todd and Marty, you couldn't care less since it wasn't about Kick-Ass “what you said, did you mean it?” Dave asking you, you almost break your neck by looking at him “wait- what yes what no, huh?”

Dave tilts his head looking confused at your reply, chuckling a bit “well, maybe, i guess? i mean, who wouldn't want to…?” you say nervously, your palms and toes are practically sweating at his question

“so, uh is that why you've been avoiding me these past few days? because you find Kick-Ass more attractive than me?” smirking in attempt to tease you, but you didn't take the hint, and instead you fumble on your words by saying “no- you are very attractiv- i mean, Kick-Ass is very attractive, well- not really? i keep my options open” you sigh trying to catch your breath, but Dave doesn't look the slightest upset. instead he was just looking at you in amusement, recalling the previous days.

4 days earlier

“how come nobody has ever tried to be a superhero?” Dave asks Todd and Marty sitting at the same booth spot, “boy.. i dunno! probably because it's fucking impossible, dipshit!” Marty says while Todd just laughs “what? putting a mask and helping people, how's that impossible?” Dave says trying to defend his question

“that's not superhero, though. how's that super? super's like being stronger than everybody and flying and shit. that's just hero” Todd explains

“no, it's not even hero. it's just fucking psycho.”

Dave Lizewski knew at that moment that his goal was to become the first real life superhero. as soon as Dave opened his parcel for his Kick-Ass 'superhero suit', he goes to find his first mission as a superhero, which was to fight bad guys right? haaah.... that actually didn't turn out so well- *PUNCH*

“AHHHHH” Dave screams after making 4 guys faint that were trying to beat up a guy in front of the convenience store, “what the fuck just happened.” he says assessing the situation he was just in. he looks around his surroundings and realize the amount of people recording the fight “holy shit, I DID IT!” he shouts at the top of his lungs, he just felt so unstoppab- “AHHHHHHHH” Dave screams, again but IN TERROR. he was just about to fall off a ledge, barely hanging on. who knew saving a cat would be this hard? "FUCK YOU MR. BITEY!" *THUD*

Dave hits the ground, HARD. “aggghh.. FUCK.” he checks whether his back was okay-then if his phone was fine or not. looking at his screen & it was ALMOST 7PM. “shit, it's almost past my curfew! i cannot STAND pretending to be like i'm some sort of superhero anymore.” he stomps on the ground walking fast into a dark alleyway, he notices there was someone standing beside the lamp pole but who cares. all he could think of was giving up, what kind of superhero would be able to beat up 4 guys but can't even save a CAT? he removes his mask out of frustration, partially still angry at Mr. Bitey, but then a faint gasp is heard—his eyes darting towards the pole. it was you. sounds of quick footsteps tip-tap-tip-tap quickly fading away. "WAIT!-" Dave shouts, “i- oh god..”

it was the next day in school, he already saw how the videos from the convenience store was spreading in the news, but most importantly was what did you think? "hey y/n-" you quickly pass by him in the halls, his heart stung at the sight of you trying to ignore him. during classes, he would be staring at you- like, FULL BLOWN staring at you with such sadness in his eyes. what he felt for you was different, he didn't know what it was. before you both became friends, he would always notice the little details about you during class.

you were always fidgeting with your pencil, or doodling on your notebook, the way you squint your eyes at the white board when you couldn't see what the teacher wrote, he found you so endearing. after being paired up to work on a major project for one of your classes, it was like he won the entire universe. so now seeing you ignore him made it feel like his life just crumbled apart

"are you sure this is going to work? i don't think y/n is going to fall for this, you always come to the hangouts its going to be obvious that we're lying…"

"dude, you should just talk to her and ask her whats up? what'd you even do to make her avoid you man??"

"stop it- it's, privat-"

"oh my god. they probably kissed and she ran away because Dave was a shitty kisser ohhhhh GOD. i can envision it! why did you have to do that????"

"first of all, we did not kiss. AND I AM A GOOD KISSER! i just need Melilah to convince y/n to hang out with you guys in Comic Atomics but tell her that i'm not coming, then i'll hide behind the booth then just ask her what she thinks about Kick-Ass-"

"why does it have to be specifically Kick-Ass though..?" the three of them look at Dave expecting an answer, Dave really wanted to know what you thought about him- well, about his alter ego, Kick-Ass, but you couldn't just tell your friends that was the reason

"guys... just do this... for me... as a friend.. I swear i'll pay you guys back- ANYTHING."

"anything?"

"anything."

Dave slowly watches the conversation unfold in front of him, “guys what do you think of Kickass?” Melilah asks subtly looking at Dave behind you to wonder if she's following the plan right. Todd and Marty then expressed who they liked more, which was Red Mist which lowkey made Dave sad but once he heard your reply his eyes saw stars, the whole world, the universe, his whole life was lifted- “well- for one i think Kickass is wayy cuter, i’d fuck his brains out if i got the chance.” you say, your words were ECHOING IN HIS BRAIN.... 'she... thinks... i'm cute...wait...SHE'DFUCKME?'

"Really?" he says, trying to keep his cool when in reality he was screaming internally.

during the whole hangout you could feel Dave's stares at you, grinning like he was the luckiest man alive yet you both weren't even together "jeez man stop glaring at her, you're going to make her run away again!" Melilah pointed out keeping the rest of the time there light, and your worries were all gone.

it was almost 5pm when you all said your goodbyes, "can I walk you home?" Dave asked, hoping for you to say yes "yeah, i'd like that." the walk home was silent but the silence was, comforting. "you know about it, don't you?" you pretend to look confused at his question "oh don't pretend now.." he said, you both started giggling

"well what do i know Mr. Lizewski?"

"maybe the fact that you saw me falling from a height in attempt to save a cat, perhaps?"

"oh that was you?" you jokingly say, he stopped walking in his tracks- baffled

"PFFT i was just kidding- come here" you both walk towards your house, walking at the same footstep rate. still laughing, reminiscing what happened. "for what its worth, i think it was cool that you tried saving... what's the name? Mr. Bitey? that was very brave of you" you chuckled. you both finally arrived at your front yard "well, why thank you y/n. i think it was very brave of you as well to follow the green stranger"

your laughs died down while you both looked into each other's eyes, he's admiring your features and you're admiring his. it was silent for a few seconds until he asked, "why'd you runaway? why'd you avoid me?" you didn't know what to say, while avoiding his eyes you say "i was scared, i was contemplating my.." you sigh while he looks at you with hopeful eyes. "i discovered that i like yo-" he cuts you off, feeling the warmth of his lips while he hugs your waist. you both begin to laugh again, his hands still around your waist. "i liked you ever since-" he says until you both hear your name being shouted from your house

"Y/N I KNEW IT!!! I KNEW YOU WERE ALWAYS WITH THAT PRETTY BOY!!!"

"MOM I SWEAR ITS NOT WHAT YOU THINK IT IS!!!" you peck his cheek, you whisper a quick 'i’msointoyo- imeantalktoyoutomorrowbye' winking back at him while running back into your house "moooommm let me explain wait-"

Dave turns around, starstruck, walks away feeling fulfilled. he didn't need to become a superhero, you were already one to him

a/n: ok i kinda cringed typing the last part but i ran out of ideas 🫠 thanks for reading!

#meiiie imagines #kick-ass #dave lizewski #dave lizewski x reader #aaron taylor johnson #dave lizewski imagine #dave lizewski x you #dave lizewski x fem! reader #atj x reader #kick ass 2 #dave lizewski fic #dave lizewski fanfic #aaron taylor johnson x reader #aaron taylor johnson imagine #Spotify

[spenceswife]

I can’t tell you (1/2?)

Dave Lizewski x black!reader

Warnings: Cursing, argument, lost trust

Summary- Dave has been acting weird lately and when Yn finds out he was in a alleyway with another girl she loses full trust in him.

pt. 2- https://www.tumblr.com/spenceswife/736249594091012096/i-cant-tell-you-22

Today was a good day. I’ve been in the local cafe working on all my assignments for school when one of my friends popped up.

“Hey Yn!” Lisa sat in the chair across me

“Hey how you been?” I ask taking a sip of coffee

“Good… but i wanted to talk to you about something.” she said nervously moving side to side

“Yeah what’s up” she took a deep breath before replying

“So I was walking to the comic store earlier and I saw Dave in the Alleyway with a girl and uh his shirt was off.” I stared at her not trying to freak out.

“Oh. What’d she look like?” I tried to smile “She was white, blonde, and kinda short” she grabbed my hand immediately.

“I promise it’s okay to cry, we can go for a walk if you need” I shook my head trying to hide my watery eyes.

“It’s okay. I’ll talk to him” she gave me hug walking out the store.

It was one thing for Dave to start blowing me off out of nowhere but him being caught makes it worse.

I had to think about anyone it could be. Myself esteem started to lower, i’m nothing like the girl Lisa explained. I was a chubby black girl with curly hair. It’s just heartbreaking hearing your partner is with someone else.

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“Hey babe” Dave kissed my cheek sitting down on the bleachers next to me.

I kept my head forward watching the other students play games around the gym.

“I’ve tried to catch your attention in the halls but I guess you didn’t see him” he gently laughed putting his hand over mine.

“I saw you.” I blankly say. “So why didn’t you stop?” he turned his head towards me trying to catch my eye.

“Thought you would have better plans to do” he raised his brow never really seeing me like this.

“Can you look at me? What are you talking about” he tried shifting me towards him.

I shake my head crossing my arms.

“Yn please. Why are you mad at me?” his big brown eyes begged. And as much as I wanted to kill him I couldn’t

“You don’t wanna be together anymore Dave? Just say that. Stop trying to keep me around when your bored” he jumped back

“Whoa whoa what are you talking about?” I roll my eyes

“For one everytime I try to hang you have a lame excuse as to why you can’t. And two Lisa told me she saw you in an alley with a girl. With your fucking shirt off Dave. So I think that’s why i’m mad at you.”

His mouth was open trying to think about what to say

“It’s definitely not what you think babe I promise.” he grabbed my hands looking me in the eyes

“Then tell me what it really was. Because this is a crazy thing to justify Dave.” he closed his eyes

“I can’t tell you…” ripping my hands from his grasp I grab my bag standing

“Yeah i’m done.” shaking my head I head out the gym towards the bathrooms.

Dave sat there in shock. Did he really just lose his girlfriend over a misunderstanding?

#dave lizewski x reader #dave lizewski #black reader #fem reader #black fem reader #Angst #Breakup #black plus size reader #black chubby reader #chubby reader #kick ass #kickass 2

[miscfandomwrites]

Academically Kickass: Chapter One

Pairing: Avengers x Mafia! Student! Fem! Reader

Warnings: Language

Words: 1.7k

Location: Mavel > Wanda Maximoff > Series

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

“Ms. (Y/N).” Clarke said as she saw me exit the building. 

I nodded to her, pausing and stepping beside her, letting the rest of the school flow out the doors.

That’s when I noticed Jack, who exited the door and made his way over to us.

He was following me. Godammit-I should have seen that. Fuck, here comes the lecture.

“Ms. (Y/N), did you notice I wa-”

I cut him off before the lecture started. “No, Jack. You’re supposed to let me know anyway, if I’m being followed. That is a rule.” I told him as I turned, heading down the walkway. 

Clarke kept pace with me, tugging on the leash for Roscoe. Meanwhile, Jack had to jog and dodge students to get to us. 

 I chuckled as I kept walking, taking the long way around the school to the teacher’s parking lot. 

Finally Jack caught up with us, and gave me a sour look and nothing more (thankfully).

Perks of being a Mafia Lord's Daughter: You get to park anywhere. And since my Father is a main donor of the school, I not only get top-tier classes and good academic results, but I am well known.

Oh please. I work my ass off for my grades-I made sure to explain that to the Board and to my teachers. Just because my Father has influence does NOT mean I get treated any differently. 

We headed to the parking lot, and I immediately knew which car they took to get here. 

The dodge challenger-black, as the majority of our cars were. It was beautiful, I’ll give you that. 

Money makes beauty. But money cannot be beauty-you actually need to work for that. 

We headed to the car, Clarke unleashing Roscoe who walked towards the car, sniffing around and under it. 

Clarke unlocked it, and opened the driver’s side door for me, and I got in. Roscoe got in the back with me, sitting on the passenger side. 

Clarke would be driving, and it seems Jack would be the passenger.

I opened my book again after putting my seatbelt on, and lost myself in it as we headed home. 

Thankfully the car was silent, which not only gave anxiety but took it away. 

How bad is it? With three of them now, it’s bound to be bad, yet it’s not bad enough where I needed to be taken out of class, much less have a bodyguard with me at all times. 

The drive back to the house took almost twenty minutes, and I spent most of it either reading or glancing at my phone now and again, awaiting a message from either my father or my brother, explaining things to me. Nothing. 

Finally, I peered up from my book and glanced around the car. Clarke was focused on the road, Jack was on his phone, messaging whoever, and Roscoe was facing forward, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. I raised my eyebrows before flipping my phone over and tucking my head back into my book.

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The gates opened automatically as we pulled into the driveway leading up to them, and we pulled around to the front of the house….

“What the hell is going on?” I asked out loud as I saw the new guards posted. Four out by the front doors, two holding rifles, and a quick glance at the roof had me seeing two men with long-range rifles posted up. “Jesus Christ…” I murmured as I got out of the car. Shouldering my bag and tucking my phone in my back pocket, I headed up the snow-encrusted steps. Only a light dusting, enough for the snowmelt to already start eating away at it. 

Jack opened the doors and we walked through. There were more guards, at the balconies and at the foot of the stairs. I saw more posted at the doors. Thankfully, my father and brother were already there. Along with a few other people I recognized, mostly as my father’s associates and ‘helping hands’.

I only took note of my surroundings, waiting for him to speak. 

“(Y/N), I’m glad you’re home.” Father spoke. I tilted my head in interest. I am usually called a pet name, such as darling, or babygirl, etc… for him to call me by my first name is when I knew it was serious. 

He didn’t bother to turn around before he raised his hand, dismissing his cadre. They filtered out to a side room and I turned my attention back to my father. 

“Why don’t you get changed and...dressed up so you can meet our associates?” 

I only nodded before taking off up the stairs, heading to my room. Jack took Roscoe and they stayed behind, while Clarke followed me into my room. 

I dumped my bag next to my desk and tossed my book on it, before starting to take off my outer layers of clothing. 

“Something nice, I suppose then?” I asked her as I hung my jacket on the back of my chair. 

“I suggest something feminine, perhaps a dress?” She said as I took my shoes into my closet. 

I hummed and started looking through the racks of clothes, before settling on a decent black dress. Paired with some gold or diamonds, some heels, and my knives, it’ll do nicely. 

I made sure to shave and wash my hair, but I tried to keep getting ready relatively quickly. 

No less than twenty minutes later, my hair styled down and my knives strapped on, I pulled on my heels and finished with my jewelry before heading downstairs. 

Clarke led me through the house and towards the back of it, where some of the main meeting rooms were. Through two sets of doors and two sets of guards, we arrived at the room where my father only met with his highest, and most important clientele. It wasn’t used often, so when I needed a quiet place to work I was often found here. 

The walls held various guns from various times, some dating back to the civil war and some as recent as last year’s newest chinese additions. All were in perfect working order, and well taken care of. And I’ve shot them all. I guess that’s one of the perks of being in my odd little family-being taught from a young age how to defend myself and those I love. 

But at the same point, I never got to really experience a decent childhood. I don’t remember a time my father and I spent any time together outside of my ‘training’ or dinners. 

Father stood at the head of the table, my brother to his left and Jacob, his second in command, to his right. There were the associates, along with three men and two women I didn’t recognize. There was an empty seat at the other head of the table, right in front of me. 

“(Y/N), I’m glad you could join us.” He said, motioning to the chair in front of me. We all sat down and I turned my attention to the strangers. 

The men, one dark skinned and with an eyepatch. Looked clean cut, with mostly leather and black accessories. The man to his right, a blonde white boy who was very well muscled and wearing a suit. Then the other man whom I recognized as Tony Stark, someone that I’ve seen only in mention and in passing. And the two women: Natasha Romanoff, an inspiration and one of the most notorious assassins. I’ve seen her only twice, both in dealings with my father. 

Why would she deal with him? She’s an assassin with her own goals, which were none of my business unless they directly affected me or my family. And the other one, someone I’ve seen only on television and heard about in conversations. Wanda Maximoff. 

“So, do you have an idea why you are here, Miss (L/N)?” The one with the eyepatch-Fury, if I can recall correctly-asked me. 

I leaned back into the chair, nodding my thanks to Clarke as she set a cup of coffee in front of me. I took it in my hands and quietly thanked her before I studied the man and took a sip of the warm drink. 

“If I did, why would you be asking me that?” I replied, raising my eyebrow. 

“You are being asked to join the Avengers Initiative.” 

I looked towards my father. Who sighed and sipped his bourbon. 

“Before we get into any details, does this explain the heightened security and three guard team assigned to me today, father?” I asked him. He nodded. 

“Our rivals decided to ban together. And as it seems, have joined forces with Hydra, their” He gestured to the group “Enemies as well. They know that our bloodline has...abilities. And all three of us, myself, your brother, and you are being searched for.” 

“Then why does the invitation not extend to my brother as well?” I asked. 

“Because I’ve already been tested, (F/N), and I don’t show any abilities. Neither does father.” He replied.

“And me?” 

“You have been tested and shown the aptitude. But you haven’t shown any outward signs yet, as far as abilities beyond advanced healing and a high IQ.” Father replied. I nodded and took another sip of my coffee before turning back to Fury.

“And why do you want me to join?” I questioned him. 

“Because you need training for your abilities as they come into play. And you would be a good ally to have.” Steve told me. 

I sighed and set my coffee down, looking towards my father. 

“And what about here? Do you need my assistance or are you willing to let me go and do this?” I asked him.

He ran a hand through his hair and tilted his head back. 

“Princesa, this is your decision. I can influence it but that wouldn’t be fair. This is your choice. I suggest you go. You’ll be surrounded by people like you, and you will be able to do good.” He finally said. I nodded.

“And the family?” 

“We can take care of ourselves. I will keep in contact, however.” He replied. 

I turned back towards Fury. 

The world needs me.

“When do I leave?”

#miscfandomwrites #avengers x reader #marvel #marvel x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda x you

[bawltongue]

Okay AGHH, I’ve only read one of your fics so far but LEMME FUCKIN SAY your stuff is SO GOOD and I connect with your writing so easily and it’s totally kickass of you to be writing masc reader and trans masc reader at that. Most of the x reader fic that I’ve seen is aimed towards fem or nb people and I enjoy reading it, but it’s not quite the same as reading as a purely masc reader. I’ve been meaning to write some of my own masc reader fic myself (procrastination is a bitch), but I think seeing your stuff might motivate me to actually sit down and do some writing! Thank you so much for posting such cool and well written shit on your own time, have a good day/night/whatever the hell it is where you reside.

THANK YOU SO SO MUCH!!! This fr made my fucking day. :”)) I also noticed that the fics out there are way more fem reader leaning and the ones that aren’t, are very much not specific and idk idk i just feel like .. we as transmasc dudes deserve the specificity and the faggotry LMAO. Makes me literally so so happy to hear that you connect with my writing so easily. I would absolutely love to read your fics in the future when you put them out there, i’m so looking forward to it!! Thank you for enjoying my writing, it only encourages me to do more! Much love!! <33

[whosvioletta]

four babies!

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pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader

warning: s/o leaving their gf, pregnancy, george dies in the war instead of fred, mentions of death, let me know if there’s anymore!

masterlist.

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• you and fred met at hogwarts during your fifth year

• it was pretty cute, and very perfect

• you had a crush on him for a long time, and one day snape sat you guys together in potions class

• he was funny, and kind, and never judged a soul

• you guys did everything together (and george of course)

• from pranks to studying to staying up late in the common room

• you both graduated the same year, and stayed at the burrow for a while

• but as the war started up and things started getting dangerous, he started to worry about you

• worry more than he should have.

• people were getting hurt, they were dying

• and he couldn’t stomach the fact that it could happen to you

• so he impulsively broke things off with you

• and for months you couldn’t figure out why.

• everything was going so well..

• then you found out the worst news ever

• george had died in the battle of hogwarts

• your heart felt so heavy for fred, you couldn’t imagine what he was going through.

• and you tried to talk to him, you really did, but you just couldn’t seem to ever reach him.

• so you kept in touch with molly, checking in and making sure everything was okay.

• and then that’s when things got complicated.

• you were pregnant.

• and MY GOD were you so sick.

• not just the morning sickness, but like about the WHOLE complicated mess you were in.

• and when you realized fred did not want to talk to you, you decided to raise your baby on your own.

• turns out you had this kickass aunt who passed away, and she left money to her only remaining relative

• YOU!

• and this woman has LOADS of money, i’m talking rich rich

• so now you had LOADS of money, more than you would ever need

• your belly got really big and..

• SURPRISE!

• you’re having quadruplets!!!

• you were terrified.

• but you’re a strong and independent woman, so of course you got through this!

• you gave birth to four beautiful babies.

• the first one was a boy, and you named him finn. he was loud, and outgoing. definitely a future quidditch player.

• the second was another boy, and you gave him the name declan after your amazing grandfather, a kind man. declan was mischievous and very witty.

• the third baby was a little girl, miss charlotte. she was so kind to her brothers, but just as strong.

• and finally a boy, the youngest. he was kind, and quiet, but when he spoke he said the funniest of things, and he loved playing pranks on his mama.

• so of course you named him george.

• one day five years later molly found out you had babies, and with her mother’s intuition she just KNEW those babies were fred’s.

• and they all had their heads full with red hair

• she invited you over every monday for tea, so the kids could run around the burrow and have fun, and you could have a break

• your one wish was that she could NOT tell fred.

• you didn’t want to speak to him after he left you without a trace.

• molly tried explaining why, but you would not have ANY OF IT MISS GIRL. GO OFF QUEEN.

• but one day out of the blue fred showed up with flowers

• he wanted to surprise his mom on his day off!!

• but there was little kids running around

• did his mom start a daycare for baby wizards and witches?

• let’s be real molly would do that lol

• that was a hard no because he saw you

• as beautiful as ever

• sitting at the table with molly

• and the little boy with red hair called YOU mama

• he stood there in shock

• fred had heard rumors you were insanely rich now, but never heard anything about kids

• you stood up quickly, and awkwardly smiled

• “hello fred.” you would say softly.

• merlin did he miss your voice 

• “who’s are these?” fred would ask in shock, but knowing the answer already.

• the red hair gave it away.

• the kids lined up next to you

• “this is finn, declan, charlotte, and..”

• you usherd the little boy hiding behind you out for fred to see.

• “and this is george.” you smiled.

• and fred almost broke down into tears.

• he regretted everything. leaving you, never bothering to check in.

• and the five lonely years he spent thinking of you.. and george.

• things finally felt okay.

• and he knew you and him needed to talk, cause he was not leaving. not now, not ever.

#fred weasley imagine #fred weasly x reader #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley angst #fred weasley headcanons