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At The Tone ┃ DCU

Barry Allen x Spider-Woman!Reader

┃ Summary: Sometimes bad things happen to good people - and that’s where the Justice League comes in. Too bad you weren’t interested.

“Think I forgot how to be happy Something I'm not, but something I can be" Billie Eilish, "What Was I Made For?"

│cw: SFW, alcohol abuse, unhealthy coping mechanisms, grief, hurt/comfort, violent themes

│wc: 3.9k

│chapters: One shot

│notes: This fic has been sitting unfinished (with 2k words!!) in my drafts for a WHILE. randomly decided it needed to see the light of day ig. was gonna make it nsfw but i low key hate it and just wanted too move on oops. enjoy <3

・❥・

│One Shot: At The Tone

You have five new messages.

“Good afternoon, Spider-Woman this is Cla-”

You heard a throat clear.

“It’s Superman. I see you still aren’t picking up any of the team’s calls,” He swallowed thickly, “I understand your recent loss was… hard. Something none of us would have wished for anybody.”

You could feel the tension in his voice.

“Please take all the time you need. The league is more than capable of taking care of New York in your absence for the time being.”

The sound of a pen clicking disrupted the message every so often, “But at least give us some indication you're alive…and well. The team cares about you,” He chuckled warmly, “Even “Mr. I Work Alone” Batman himself.”

His laugh dropped abruptly with a soft sigh, “Call me back when you can.”

Beep

You crawled out of bed slowly, dragging your duvet behind you like a cloak. The plush cotton laid heavy on your shoulders. You wondered if this was how Big Blue felt every morning - the weight of knowing everything depending on him once he bore his iconic red cape.

You knew what that weight felt like, and you knew what it felt like to have it all come crashing down.

You have four new messages

“How’s it hanging, Spidy? Haha, you get it?” A dramatic sigh escaped the machine, “Sorry, poor timing.”

He took a moment to regroup, “It's Green Lantern, just calling to check in. Headquarters has been depressing without you. I mean even Martian Manhunter is down in the dumps. It's a total bummer.”

Another sigh, “Listen you don't have to call me back if you don’t want to, but at least let Flash know you're still alive. He needs you more than he lets on.”

Beep

You groaned at the shrill ring of the answering machine. The outdated tech was too cherished to be discarded but the pulsing headaches you received from it almost outweighed the fond memories of Aunt May.

Thoroughly woken up, you entered your kitchenette. Your eyes shifted between the week old coffee pot on your stove to the half empty Hennessy bottle next to it.

Maybe this time you would make the right choice. A sober evening is a good evening. However, the battle was always rigged to begin with and the winner already predetermined.

The Hennessy felt burdensome in your hand as you took a long swig. It burned violently down your throat, eating at your skin, before finally settling warmly in your stomach. Though you hated to admit it, it satisfied you more than any pot of coffee could.

Staggering to your couch, courtesy of one of New York’s finest sidewalks, you flopped down. The cushions were well used and musty. But who were you to pass up a free couch?

You have three new messages

“Spider-Woman.”

There was a lengthy pause.

“Your recent inactivity has caused some concerns regarding your whereabouts. The league seems to be having a hard time focusing on missions with your absence.”

Bats’ uncertainty leaked through the phone as he thought of his next sentence, “You have my condolences, Webs. However, the league cannot continue to work with this distraction. Please report to the Hall of Justice immediately.”

He hesitated, “We are worried.”

Beep

An involuntary snort escaped you. Bats’ attempt at comfort was interesting to say the least. He was surprisingly awkward for a leader of the Justice League. Though you supposed dark and brooding was his brand.

You have two new message

“Greetings, Spider-Woman, Wonder Woman speaking.”

You could hear muffled arguing in the background.

“Batman may have been a bit…straightforward in that last voicemail,” She attempted a fake laugh, “Please do not mind his bluntness, he is merely just as concerned as the rest of us. In his own way at least.”

A loud slam made her curse under her breath.

“I apologize I must go, the “children” are fighting again. Don’t hesitate to call back. See you soon, Webs.”

Beep

Lifting the liquor to your lips, your brows creased when only a drop hit your tongue. Out already?

You let out an exaggerated sigh before placing the empty bottle on your coffee table. A quick glance at your barren pantry told you everything you needed to know. You’d have to go out and get some more. You felt your face scrunch. That means you have to go out in public.

You weighed your options.

You could stay inside and continue to peacefully hide from the world, but you're guaranteed to sober up eventually.

Or you could make a quick trip to the convenience store down the road and pray the minimum wage employee can’t smell the alcohol on you from a mile away.

You hummed thoughtfully. Though, now that you think about it, there’s a off chance you might run into the supe that’s covering your city for the time being. Then again, there’s a very high chance it’s not someone from the Justice League, a member from The Team at best.

Massaging your forehead, you tried to remember the last time a Justice League member took a leave of absence. A blonde goatee flashed in your mind.

That’s right. Green Arrow was out for a while when he got busted up pretty bad. His protégé, Speedy, ended up babysitting Star City in his absence. You bit your lip.

But you didn’t have one of those anymore.

You have one new message

“Hey Webs! Sent me to voicemail again, huh?”

An awkward laugh made the machine crackle.

“Just calling to check up on you. How are you doing? Feeling alright? Just say the word and I can grab you anything from anywhere. I mean literally anywhere. They don’t call me the fastest man alive for nothing!”

You could practically hear the large smile embedded on his face.

A large sigh passed through the speaker, “It’s been a month now. The team misses you…I miss you. A lot actually.”

He paused.

“Just call me back alright? I need to know if you're okay.”

Beep

Your hand paused over your front door handle. Flash’s deep voice was like a siren's call, beckoning you in.

What you’d give to turn around. What you'd do to call him back. It took everything in you to force yourself away from his voice.

Your best friend.

Your confidant.

Your everything.

You have zero new messages

・❥・

You weaved through the bustling sidewalk with a slight wobble, managing to dodge a third of the people you almost crashed into. Night was quickly approaching. That meant the streets were only going to get busier.

More people = More crime = More superheroes.

Fumbling into a dimly lit alley, you avoided Main Street completely. It was too risky. Even in your civilian disguise there was no guarantee your voice wouldn’t be recognized - mainly by your teammates but especially by… Flash.

You recalled how often you sought each other out in the Hall of Justice. Whether it was meddling in the business of others, or simply enjoying the company of one another.

His hand always seemed to find its way to the small of your back. Gently resting. While his thumb delicately circled the thin fabric of your suit.

He leaned in closer than he should. The dull smell of his cologne inevitably picked up by your heightened senses.

It wasn't how friends should behave - but that's all you ever were. Friends.

Thwack!

You slammed yourself against one of the side walls in surprise, extinguishing your mind of complex thoughts. Creeping closer, you cursed in your head when harsh thumps and muffled grunting filled the air.

“Where’s my money, Huey?”

Crack!

“I-I don’t know! Please!”

Whack!

You recognized the tell-tale sound of blood splattering against the ground, akin to paint splashing. The sound made you nauseous. Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you thought of your next move.

Now, on any normal occasion you’d swing in all heroic and save the day. But today was different. You were different.

Excuses flooded your brain as you tried to explain to yourself why you felt little desire to help the abused man.

Your suit was at home crammed somewhere in between an ugly Christmas sweater and a latex bodysuit you practically begged Cat Woman not to give you.

Even if you had the energy, you were still considered MIA to the league. You’d basically be spoon feeding them your location.

Your internal dilemma didn’t last long as the pummeling swiftly came to an end. Peaking around the corner, you watched the assistants retreat into an adjacent alley. They moved lazily. Clearly they didn’t expect to be caught.

You could still catch them.

You found yourself making an internal description. Two Caucasian males both wearing black beanies and disgustingly outdated puffer jackets. The taller one sported purple and green. While the shorter preferred yellow.

Your foot shifted before you felt yourself hesitate. Maybe you shouldn’t. They’d probably be caught soon enough anyways.

If anything, the supe covering your city would swoop in and haul their asses to the local jail. Especially when you called an ambulance for the man who was passed out on the ground. It would put this area on tonight's map. You sighed and finally allowed yourself to relax.

This was fine.

Everything was fine.

Shifting your eyes to the ground, you located the poor soul who suffered the attack. His breathing was ragged and wet. You were quick to put two fingers on his neck, checking for a pulse. A wave of relief crashed through you when you felt a steady beating.

Pulling out your phone, you immediately dialed 911 and requested an ambulance, anonymously of course. You stayed with the man until you could hear loud sirens growing closer. Your sign to leave.

Exiting the alleyway, you reached the small convenience store in record time. The adrenaline in your system was starting to make quick work of the alcohol in your bloodstream.

You could feel your senses beginning to come back. Eyes clearer. Ears sharper. You could practically hear the heartbeats of everyone in the store.

Groaning at your misfortune, you beelined for the alcohol section in the back. My god was it beautiful. Itching to return home, you grabbed a random bottle that had the highest percentage. Taste didn’t matter. Only the effect.

Glancing at your selection you choked on your own spit. 30 dollars?? The glass bottle was swiftly put back as you grabbed the cheapest one you could find. Tucking the Shitty K under your arm, you turned to walk to the register.

“PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS UP, OLD MAN.”

You froze. Extending your neck out, you caught a glimpse of the register.

Purple, green, and yellow.

You had to be fucking kidding.

You watched as the two assailants from the alley held the elderly cashier at gunpoint. His form shook like a leaf.

“Please! Just take the money and leave!”

You caught his eyes as he begged for his life. Tear filled and shaking. You could have prevented this. If you would have just stopped them when you had the chance none of this would have happened.

You could have saved the man in the alley. Saved the poor cashier.

You could have saved Uncle Ben too.

Your eyes watered. Fucking pathetic mistake. What the hell were you doing? You weren’t a teenager anymore. You were a grown adult who should have learned from your mistakes by now.

Shifting your eyes from the vodka to him, you pressed your lips in a thin line. You didn’t know what hurt more. The fact that you were repeating past mistakes or the fact that you wanted to take the more expensive alcohol and leave unnoticed.

When did you become this?

No wonder you let Spider-Girl die.

You needed a drink. Desperately.

Abruptly, a whiplash of red and yellow snatched you from your daydream. The streaking shape blew over the newspaper stand before spinning around the starstruck perpetrators. You knew those McDonald's colors from anywhere.

Kid Flash.

Like any speedster, he removed the gun in milliseconds before tying up the confused robbers. They stood no chance against the meta-human.

Dusting off his hands, Kid Flash smiled smugly at the dumbfounded duo, “Guns aren’t currency, you know?”

The man in yellow thrashed violently, “What the hell-Kid Flash!? Why are you in New York? Spidey taking a break or something?”

You cringed.

Kid Flash’s boyish voice laughed awkwardly, “Something like that.”

You need to get out of here. Now.

Slowly backing into the aisle, you clenched your teeth when your elbow hit the shelf. The bottles tinked in a symphony, altering everyone in the store of your presence. Fan-fucking-tastic.

Instantly, you snatched your coat hood and covered your face and hair. Staring into the grime covered tiles, you prayed Kid Flash wouldn’t think too much of it.

“Hello?”

Of course. The one time he’s actually thorough.

“Are you alright?”

Bright yellow boots came into your vision as you tried to conceal yourself further. You hunched into yourself with clenched fists. Mistaking your actions for something else, Kid Flash placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, hey it’s okay! You don’t have to be sacred!”

You bite into your lip eager to escape the conversation, “I’m not. Please let go.”

Kid Flash laughed, sounding a little too similar to Flash in your opinion. Removing his hand from your shoulder, he stood next to you with his hands on his hips.

“Then why are you hiding?” A red glove entered your vision. It was headed straight for your hood.

You slapped his hand away, “Didn’t your parents tell you not to talk to strangers.”

He shrugged, “That rule doesn’t really apply to superheroes.”

You couldn’t contain the breathy laugh that left your throat. You hate to admit it but you actually really missed the kid.

However, you failed to realize your mistake. If anyone knew your laugh it was Kid Flash. You spent way too much time around him and Flash for him not too.

There was a long pause.

“…Webs?”

You flinched hard, “Wrong person.” You internally cursed at yourself for the obvious slur in your voice.

“Are you drunk?”

“…No.”

His hand grabbed your upper arm tightly, “Where have you been? Are you okay?”

You gently pulled against his hold, attempting to break free without force, “I’m fine.”

“No you aren’t,” Kid Flash raised his hand to his ear piece, “Just let me notify Flash-”

“NO!”

Your arm flew up to the communicator without thought. Taking advantage of his surprise, you were able to snatch the high tech earpiece from his loosen grip.

“Hey!”

Kid Flash grabbed at you. His lanky limbs attempting to reclaim his lost device, “Let go!”

“You let go!” You shoved his face away with the palm of your hand.

Kid Flash merely continued to grab at the air around you, “Never!”

If this was any other situation you would have laughed. The pair of you looked like children fighting over the last dessert.

However, this wasn't just any situation. This situation involved Flash.

“Listen to your elders you brat!” Finally, after a well fought struggle, you managed to hold the device out of arm's reach. A much needed success after the month you've had-

“Webs?”

You halted in your tracks.

The small communicator in your hand blinked on and off, identifying an unstable signal.

“Webs is that you?” Flash was urgent, “Wait there! I'm coming-”

You crushed the device in your hand. Terrified.

Small fragments engraved themselves into your skin, dotting your hand red. What have you done?

“Batman’s gonna kill you for that, you know?” Kid Flash laughed in an attempt to lighten the mood.

You frowned, uninterested in entertaining him. Kid Flash merely smiled awkwardly. It was evident the boy was taken aback by your unusually serious demeanor.

The thought didn't take up much space in your mind. You could only think of one thing. When would Flash decide to appear out of thin air?

As if conjuring the hero, a red bolt flew through the mostly empty convenience store. The glass doors shook from the force. While newspapers scattered through the air, Vogue landed atop the cashier's head.

Though he moved faster than the speed of light, he stood before you still. Unmoving. It was as if you might fade away if he got too close.

“Webs,” His voice was laced with reverence.

Your mouth went dry, “Flash.”

The tension between the two of you was thick enough to cut with a knife, suffocating you. Maybe this was how Flash planned to get back at you for ignoring him. Slowly killing you with hypoxia. A metaphorical death pertaining to how he felt during your absence.

“Woah, this just got really awkward.”

Kid Flash’s voice suddenly reminded you of his presence. He swayed uncomfortably. Trapped between you and Flash.

The younger male pointed his thumbs at the door, “Should I leave…or?”

“Yes.”

Startled at your synchronous voices, Kid Flash quickly shuffled toward the door, “Alright. See you later?”

Flash nodded his head in response, ushering his protégé away. Kid Flash couldn't leave fast enough. Magazines, once again disturbed, twirled around the ground from where he left.

You stared at the loose paper. Preferring the sight of perfume ads then whatever expression Flash held. From the corner of your eye you should see him shift. He moved with unease. Your mouth curled slightly. He never was able to stop moving for long.

“Webs, I-”

You cut him off, “I’m sorry.”

Flash furrowed his brows in confusion, “You don’t need to apologize. It's not your fault.”

“But it is,” You clenched your teeth in frustration, “It's always been my fault.”

The taller male crossed the space between you hesitantly. You flinched when he placed his large hands on your shoulders, completely engulfing them.

“It wasn't your fault, Webs. Nobody could have known.”

“I could have saved her,” you finally met his gaze, “I was right there.”

You saw his eyes widen slightly, clearly used to your masked form more than your real face.

Your name spilled from his lips.

Not just Webs - your name.

You took a shaky breath, “Barry.”

The name was foreign on your tongue. You had tried to keep your personal life separate from hero work. Though that only lasted a year. Barry managed to weasel his way into your home life before you knew it.

You wouldn't have it any other way.

Barry’s hands slid from your shoulders down to your hands, caressing them softly. “Believe me when I say this,” He took a deep breath, “I’ve been in your position before. We all have.”

Breaking eye contact, your stare bore into the wall of cheap booze, “I know.”

“And I know,” He cupped your cheek, “That drinking away your problems won’t help. It only makes it worse.”

You bit your lip, “I just want to forget.”

“I know. God, I know. I want to go back and change that day every time I open my eyes,” He placed his head in the crook of your neck, “But I've been down that road before. And it's not sustainable.”

Your eyes felt hot, your throat dry, “I don’t know what to do.”

Barry pulled your smaller frame into his arms, “No one does.”

You sunk into his embrace, inhaling his scent.

“Let me take you home, Webs.”

“Okay.”

・❥・

You held tightly onto Barry, arms circling his neck, as he brought you home. You had barely enough time to blink before you were standing in front of your apartment’s door.

Barry hesitantly let you down from his hold. Though his arm stayed wrapped around your waist for support. You gave him a gentle smile as a thank you.

Unlocking your door, you were immediately reminded of the state of your apartment. Dirty laundry and loose items scattered the floor.

Shame crept up your neck. The uncaring attitude towards your humble abode seemingly disappeared.

Barry entered slowly, taking in the messy state. His eyes were quickly drawn to the empty bottles strewn about your floor. Unsurprisingly, he began to pick one up. Then another. And another. You snapped when he started to replace your trash bag.

“Barry.”

His head whipped toward you, only focusing on you.

“That's enough,” You tried grabbing the bag from him, “You don’t need to.”

Barry held onto the plastic tightly, “I want to.”

You shook your head, “It's my mess. Leave it.”

“No.”

You jolted in surprise at his commanding tone, “Why?”

He tossed the bag to the side, “Why?”

Laughing dryly, he shook his head, “Why not? Why wouldn't I take care of you?”

You averted your gaze, “I don’t need you to take care of me.”

“But you do,” his voice was imbued with desperation, “If you didn’t, I wouldn't have spent a month doing everything in my power to find you!”

Your face felt hot, “I didn't ask you too!”

Barry closed in the space between you, “You didn't have too!”

You weren't sure when the tears began to pour down your cheeks, “I never wanted you too! I just want to be alone! Why can’t you let me be?”

“Because I can't let you be!” Barry’s hand slammed down on your tiny island counter, “You're all I think about! From the moment I wake up to the time I go to sleep, all I know is you. I would rather you hate me for the rest of my life just to see you for a moment than ever ignore you.”

You felt like a deer in headlights, “What?”

“That day when Spider-Girl died,” He gripped the counter, slightly cracking it under the force, “I felt like I lost a piece of you too. And I could bear it.”

You felt like you lost your breath when Barry met your gaze again. His eyes were laced with anguish. Bloodshot rims already forming.

“I know you're hurting. I know what I am experiencing is nothing compared to what you are going through,” He searched your eyes, “But I'm in love with you! And I have been for as long as I can remember.”

The start of a cry made his voice waver, “And this is definitely poor timing for a confession, but I can’t lose you-”

You weren't exactly sure which one of your muscles was still intact enough for you to move. However, the feeling of plush lips against your own thwarted any other thought.

Barry stood rigid for a moment. Hands clenched at his sides. Then, he dominated the kiss like his life depended on it. His hands held onto your waist tightly, before slowly making their way to your face. You couldn't remember the last time you felt this happy.

Pulling away, you took shallow breaths, “I love you.”

Barry smiled and swiped a loose teardrop from your cheek, “I love you too.”

The warm moment didn't last long. Your mind was quick to remind you that there was a reason Barry had to confess in a messy studio apartment rather than someplace special. That reason was because you were broken.

You pressed you mouth into a thin line, “Do you still want me even if-”

“I want you no matter what,” Barry didn’t allow you to get another word in, “We can go through this together.”

He placed a soft kiss on your forehead, “You're not alone, Webs. You never were.”

You swallowed hard, “Together?”

"Together."

・❥・

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reverieblondie · 6 months ago

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What if Raphael teleported himself to Tav and she just so happens to be completely naked? Like they haven't really begun courting yet, and BAM! Now he is in her home and he is seeing the object of his affections interests in all of her glory when he wasn't expecting to.

Bonus points if Tav is super calm about it - minus any initial surprise - and just sighs and casually goes to start covering up, maybe while saying "So what can I do for you, Raphael?" or mumbling something like "And this kind of thing was why I asked Korrilla to tell me when to expect you. So much for 'that would never happen'... "

You can decide what happens from there.

A/N: Thank you for this ask! I actually have made this ask a part one to another ask that will be its part two. ( I hope that makes sense! ) Anyway, sorry for the wait and hope you enjoy! Starts off steamy but the ending is more silly. MDNI! 18+ only!

Oops...

He tries to focus on the show in front of him. Raphael crosses his legs. Lounging back in his chair, he intently watches as Harrlep makes the moaning tiefling bend over on all fours.

These are always his favorites when a client so enamored with him is rewarded with Haarlep. It's the perfect cycle, the client is rewarded for their loyalty, Haarlep is fed, and Raphael gets to feel the ghost of pleasure on his cock as the person is beautifully ravaged. Always so captivated as sharp claws traced down their backs letting beautiful drops of crimson cascade down their skin and decorated his satin sheets. Then there is the musical sound of horse wanton moans with desperate cries of more.

But today… It's doing nothing.

Even as Harrlep yanks on the man's tail, making him scream and rut himself back on the incubus's cock faster. It still stirs nothing; Raphael looks down at his crotch, where he feels everything but nothing in making it swell. He's never had this problem before, and now he's bored of this show.

"Stop, stop," he commands, making Harrlep pause their thrust.

Haarlep sighs, rolling their eyes while pulling the man's tailback, keeping his ass warming their cock. "Do I need to remind you about critiquing my fucking again?"

Raphael sneers at the incubus, "No. I'm simply bored."

Haarlep smirks, leaning down to the man, lifting his head by the horns to face Rapheal. The man's dark eyes are full of tears, his cheeks flushed and panting for breath. "Hear that, darling? You're boring the master…"

Their words of cruelty taunt as the man's cock throbs, precum drooling out as he lets out a sob. Haarleps's hips started to roll again at the delicious sound and the feel of his quivering. Incubus are always so torturous to their meals.

Raphael waves a hand before Haarlep can resume their pace, "Go take him somewhere else; leave me alone."

Haarlep hums, continuing to tease their current meal, til a cruel smirk twists to their lips. "So sorry, pretty boy, but Raphael would have preferred to watch a little mouse instead."

They snap their fingers before Raphael can yell at Haarlep and disappear with the man. They will take all they can from him to get their fill. Raphael has been rather neglectful to his incubus as of late… but to mention you of all people…

Raphael twists his chair to face his desk where contracts sit, waiting in their draft forms. It takes no effort from him to pluck up one of the rolls of parchment and find the contract he had written just for you. You're so clever, having never signed it, much to Raphal's annoyance. Though his mind still lingers back to you. And though your name is not here, it still echoes in his mind. Haarlep, as insufferable as they are, does have a point… Raphael longs to see you, to see you in his bed… though he wouldn't be just watching on the side, Raphael would be the one tracing his long nails down your body, the one to be thrusting you into submission as your body sweats and quivers to take all of him.

The mere thought of it makes his body grow hotter, and his cock finally twitch. Raphael rolls his eyes at himself; those thoughts get him to stir.

Not only has Raphael been thinking of your body and how it could be twisted for all of his pleasures, but he also just wonders about you and what you're doing… He could send Korrilla to spy on you, though he doesn't know if he could merely be satiated with retelling your daily happenings. No, he wants to witness it, watch as you wake, follow you as you stroll through the city, and see your wit and quick nature to the worms that dare test you or flirt with you.

The thought makes him sneer. He needs to get eyes on you; the sooner, the better. Standing, Raphael makes sure his hair is fixed, and his clothes are present. Once he deems himself suitable, he snaps his fingers and lets the blaze transport him.

Raphaels is already practicing what he will say once he sees you again, but as he's transported to you and finally sees you, all of that rehearsing goes out the window. When the cambion, after all this time, finally gets to see his little mouse, he gets the privilege of seeing her in all her natural glory. From the steam and water running down the curves of your body, it's clear to him that you have just gotten out of the bath. The other thing he observes is that you don't seem all that surprised to see him.

You eye him up and down before rolling your eyes and reaching for a towel. "You have impeccable timing, Raphael..." You wrap yourself up and stroll over to the cambion. "What can I help you with, Raphael?"

Raphael feels his whole body tense as you approach him. You could help him with things... but those desires are forced to wait.

"Mouse, I'm hurt. How do you know this isn't just a friendly visit? "

A scoff leaves your throat as you turn away from him, dropping your towel as you do behind a changing divider. "You don't do friendly visits in my experience..."

Raphael tsk. "my, you are cynical.."

You come from behind the divider in a simple outfit, and only you can enhance into something beautiful... You fold your arms over and do that slight frown that drives him mad... "What have you come for?"

You... he wants to say, but he bites his tongue.

Raphael is trying to keep his cool facade, does some quick thinking.

"Well, mouse, if you must know... I'm here for your home."

You look at him confused, "My home? Why?"

Raphael steps forward, carefully brushing your hair from your shoulder. "The house of hope has been... busy as of late... the screams, the questions from servants, Haarleps... loud feeding... it's all so distracting... even a devil needs an escape."

"Why my home?"

Rapheal smiles at the simple question, "You have always been my favorite client, mouse."

A smile threatens to curl to your lips, “so you want to use my house as an escape? What if I'm not here?"

"I can find my way around..."

"What if I'm here

"I wouldn't mind, it is your house…"

You think momentarily, "What if I bring a guest over?

Raphael shrugs as his fingers trace your skin, "Tell them I'm your roommate ... or your lover…”

Raphael feels you tremble, "What's the catch?"

"No catch, just sometimes unexpected company."

You think long before nodding, "Fine, but I have some terms for you to follow."

"Deal."

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emeritusemeritus · 8 months ago

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Ok so I was wondering if you could write a Fred Weasley X sarcastic hufflepuff reader and everyone kinda wonders how shes a hufflepuff because she comes off as bitchy but like she super caring with Fred and he’s like the only one that really sees that side of her

Hi Anon! I have to admit I got a little carried away with this one (what’s new). I started writing just a normal fic but it grew beyond measure because I fell in love with the snarky little Hufflepuff I was writing. I hope you enjoy! 🖤

**Part 2 is is HERE**

**important: I wrote this in mind following a masquerade ball that had already happened within the story to mark the anniversary of Hogwarts. **

Warnings: Unrequited love, idiots in love, friends to lovers all the usual divine tropes. Happy ending I promise. Minor sexual references, 1 mention of masturbation, George fancies Angelina. Slight angst? We have a massive crush on Freddie. Bonus points for anyone who knows where the title is from.

Word count: 3.8k (Oops I did it again)

But who can name the face?

"Nerds," you nod in greeting, a wide grin plastered on your face as you barge through their dorm room door, smirking to the two twins who sit hunched over their creations, trying to perfect a new product. George's nose was almost pressed into the book he was reading and Fred was tinkering with something you couldn't make out, probably an explosive of some sort. You jump onto George's bed, the closest one to you and kick off your shoes.

"Make yourself at home," George snarks, shooting a playful glance to you.

"Thanks Georgie I will," you beam, purposefully ignoring the sarcasm dripping from his words. He rolls his eyes with a smile before focusing back on the page.

"Earth to Fred?" You say, noticing a few moments later that he hadn't greeted you. You frown, hearing nothing back and George shoots a glance to you again before turning to his twin, kicking him swiftly in the shin.

"Git," Fred mutters, rubbing his shin and finally noticing that you were here.

"Hello to you too," you snark, watching as his eyes squint mockingly at you.

"Sorry your ladyship, didn't realise you required my full attention," he snarks, expecting a reaction that he doesn't get.

"Well I do," you nod, your voice and face completely blank until you erupt in a smirk that he mirrors.

"What are you working on?"

"Wait how did you get in here? You're a Hufflepuff!" George gestures to the Gryffindor boys dormitory you're sat in, but your face reveals nothing. Fred knows because of course he does, you've been here more times than you can count but George is usually not here when you sneak in.

"I believe I asked a question first, but if you must know," you lean in towards George, acting as if you were going to reveal an entire catalogue of secrets to him. "I'm a witch."

The deep sigh that George lets out only increases your devilish smile that you share with Fred, widening still when you hear him burst with laughter, the sound of his boisterous laugh filling your body with warmth. He had the most gorgeous laugh and you couldn't help but admire how handsome he looked when he laughed, eyes shining.

"Sodding woman," George mutters under his breath as he picks up the book again, pretending to read. You don't miss the smirk that's threatening to slip from his lips that he's trying so hard to conceal, making you feel a little victorious.

"So back to me, what are you working on?"

"Love potions," Fred says absently, as if it wasn't a big deal.

Your stomach roils dangerously, a sinking feeling settling in your lower tummy as Fred's words.

"Love potions?" You repeat, hardly hiding the frown on your face. You look between the twins but they offer nothing in the way of clues. Fred finally looks up to you again, shrugging slightly as he explains.

"Figured we could start selling them at the shop, break into the girly market. These are just drafts, we realised early on we don't have a bloody clue what we're doing with them."

"Draft draughts?" You joke, squashing down any uneasy feelings you felt. George snorts and Fred chuckles at your words as he nods, enjoying the stupid pun.

"Fancy helping a mate out?" He asks, trying to reel you into helping with whatever he was tinkering with, holding his hand out for you to take. "Could do with your expertise little badger."

You roll your eyes at the nickname but hop off George's bed to grab his hand, letting him lead you over to look at his little experiment, seeing a kind of heart shaped bottle that he was trying to transfigure. You offer to help him transfigure it into more of a heart and somehow manage to tint the glass pink which they both like.

"So why the sudden need to break into the girly market?" You ask, head cocked slightly as you look upon the bottle that you're quite proud of.

"Got love on the brain doesn't he," George says with a laugh, only to duck a moment later when Fred lobs a book at his head.

"What?" You ask, trying to sound neutral but fearing you were failing miserably.

"Met a girl the other night didn't he, hasn't shut up about her since," George adds, clearly unbothered by Fred's reaction as he ducks another flying object thrown by his bemused twin.

"You wouldn't shut up about her if you met her," he grumbles, cheeks filling with a vibrant blush. "Didn't even know girls could be that attractive, she was perfect mate."

"What from the half of her face that you saw?" George snarks, a loud 'ow' echoing through the room as he fails to duck this time.

You don't hear anymore, your heart pounding in your chest and you feel sick almost instantly, the room seeming to spin around you. Fred had met someone at the masquerade ball.

The Masquerade Ball was an extravagant affair marking the one thousandth year of Hogwarts since the founding of the school in 996AD. In honour of the ancient traditions, a masquerade ball had been held which would bring all the students together regardless of their assorted houses. You could be as anonymous as you wished, no need to disclose your house or your name and dates were not permitted in an effort to unite the school free from the usual restrictions that naturally came from house only events. Due to the enchantments upon the school, the masks were implemented to hide your identity for the night with made everything even more magical. You'd had a wonderful night, second only to the Yule ball though you really couldn't compare them.

You remembered now that you hadn't seen Fred all night, not for your lack of trying and now it all makes sense why. You need to get out before the tears really start, your world feeling like it was crumbling around you.

"Sorry, forgot about my potions work," you say quickly, reaching for your shoes and rushing out of the door before either of them could notice your tears.

You barely make it out of Gryffindor tower when your tears begin to stream down your face, lip wobbling as their words echo through your mind. You run to the nearest bathroom, praying that it's empty and rush into a cubicle to allow yourself some privacy in your heartbroken state.

You'd had a crush of Fred Weasley forever. The unlikely pair that you were, the hufflepuff and the Gryffindor brought together by mischief. You'd started falling for him in your second year but managed to keep it quiet, to push it away and keep it hidden in the hopes that it would fade over time... but it didn't. By your fourth year you had a full blown crush and by your fifth you were convinced you loved him. Every summer you wished that upon your return to school that your feelings would have disappeared or at least faded but the second that he'd smile at you, throwing his arm around you in a warm greeting you knew that your hoping was pointless. You'd spent years perfecting your ability to hide your feelings from him, torturing yourself in private to allow you to keep feelings-free around him. You reasoned that it was better to have him in your life as a best friend than to be without him completely and you were fine with that, at least until now. There's never been another girl as far as you remembered. Sure his friendship with Angelina sometimes made you jealous but you were sure that George fancied her and Fred was just trying to rile him up most of the time to get a reaction. But this mystery girl, he'd fallen for him without even knowing her, without even seeing her full face. She's stolen him away from you without a single thought and you didn't even know who she was to hate her.

Once you'd gotten most of your feelings out, you thought of the one thing that had kept you going all week. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on you, but it was different for you.

You'd also met someone at the ball, the masked man with the black hair and robes so entrancing that he'd actually made you forget about Fred entirely for the short time you spent together. He had a magic laugh, magnetic really that made you feel drawn to him even without knowing anything about him. You'd felt connected to him instantly, even as your eyes searched for Fred in the crowd of people but finding nothing. At least now you knew where he was.

You let out a sigh, wiping your last couple of tears with the sleeve of your robe as you took deep breaths to steady yourself. How could you go on from this? The masked man had been your dirty little secret that you'd never intended to go anywhere, as much as he kept sneaking into your mind.

Fred Weasley would never be yours. It was a fact, as excruciating as it was to admit. Someone else had turned his head, not that he was ever really looking at you and all you could do is sit back and watch with thoughts of your mystery man to keep you company.

You managed to avoid Fred and George for the next two days pretty successfully. You weren't as popular as them but you had some good friends in Hufflepuff that you chose to sit with at meal times and stayed within the common room for most of your free time, knowing that Fred and George couldn't find you there.

"Are you coming to dinner?" One of your friends asks, waiting for you in the common room as you finish up the chapter of the book you were reading.

"Yeah sure," you say, placing in your bookmark and casting your book onto the side.

You follow her out of the common room past the barrels into the dark corridor and scream as you're dragged away by two strong figures. You look back to your friend in alarm seeing her mouth a half-hearted 'sorry' and try to fight off your attackers, quickly getting the sense of who was manhandling you.

"Put me down, idiots!" You say struggling against their weirdly strong grasps, not stopping until you were placed onto a bench in the next corridor. You look up and see Fred and George towering over you, their eyes fixed into hard stares as they look at you, Fred with his arms crossed and George with his hands in his pockets, shoulders stiff.

"You've been avoiding us," George accuses, openly saying the words that you knew were true. You can't bring yourself to deny it, or avoid the question, all you can think is how to make an excuse that would explain it all.

"No excuses," Fred says, clearly reading your face. Damn him for knowing you so bloody well.

"I've been busy," you say, lifting an eyebrow at them.

"Yeah, busy avoiding us," Fred says, his lips pursing a little as he looks down at you.

"Busy doing school work," you counter.

"Oh yeah what class?" George asks, though you can tell in his void that he's not falling for it one bit.

"All of them," you say, quickly adding, "you know I get surprisingly little work done when I'm with you two, funny that."

"Yeah nice one, tell it to my mother," Fred says completely deadpan. You sigh, knowing you're not going to get out of this one alive.

"I've just been busy," you say, lowering your barriers a little but keeping that little confession of love stored neatly tucked away where it would never come out no matter how open you were being. "Needed a couple of days to myself... people were starting to think I was a Gryffindor."

Fred's face remains unchanged but you can see the ghost of a smile pulling at George's face.

"It wasn't you, I just had a lot going on," you say with complete honesty, well maybe not complete.

"Needed a couple of days to get my head together, I've been drowning in homework and I'm think I'm failing charms. I honestly just needed a couple of days to sort myself out before they send an owl home and my parents would know how much in disappointing them."

Okay so not a complete lie, but not the complete truth either.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Fred says, his harsh glaze slipping from his face as he crouched down beside the bench you're sat on, his head still inline with yours at his astronomical height. George relaxes in front of you, scooting you across so he can sit on the other side of the bench. You feel awful essentially lying to them, though it was more altered truth but you could face them knowing, especially Fred.

"Embarrassed, mortified, horrified, you choose."

"It's us, you don't need to be embarrassed with us," George says softly. Usually your relationship was filled with vicious banter so seeing him so soft and kind with you was nice if not a little off putting.

"Anyway, now I have you back," Fred says with a smirk blooming on his face.

"We," George adds, shooting a look to his twin.

"Eh? Oh yeah... how come you never told us your common room was down here?! You could have been sneaking us treats this whole time!"

"Would have saved our legs many a trip to the kitchens!"

"Length of your legs it only takes three steps," you quip back to George who smiles widely.

"There she is," Fred says smiling at you. It's a beaming smile, eyes glimmering and it makes your heart burst to know that it's all for you. Fred suddenly stands, holding out his hand for you to take as you hop off the bench but to your surprise he doesn't let go and instead pulls you away, still holding your hand as you walk around the corner to the kitchen corridor, passing the painting of the silver fruit bowl that conceals the entrance to the kitchens.

"See all those times you've apparently come up to our room, could have brought the snacks," george says, bumping your shoulder as he nods to the door as you make your way past it. "All you have to do is," George says, walking in sync and surprisingly saying nothing at his brother's hand in yours.

"If you think I'm going to stop and tickle the pear every time I come to see you," you begin to say, only to be cut off by Fred.

"You can tickle my pair anytime, babe."

"Shove off Weasley," you say with a bite, trying to recover from his words quickly and fight off the blush that threatens your heating cheeks as they laugh amongst themselves.

"Well if you're offering," George says from the other side, to which you side step and hold out your foot, causing him to trip. He catches himself quickly before he falls but it's still pretty funny, as made apparent by yours and Fred's laughter.

"Thought you Hufflepuffs were supposed to be nice!"

"Coming from you?" You counter, sending a frown towards him, able to list off the top of your head a multitude of times he'd pranked someone, caused damage or injury and that was mainly just to yourself.

"She is nice," Fred quickly defends, shooting his brother a dung-eating grin, "to me at least."

You chuckle and carry on walking, watching out for George's revenge.

"Hold up, wait here," Fred suddenly says, coming to an abrupt halt near the main atrium. He grabs your arm to stop you, his hand breaking free from yours as he holds up a finger and runs back down the corridor.

You watch his figure disappear and squeeze your now unoccupied hand, your body already missing his touch. Truthfully the past few days had been torture being away from them, namely Fred, but it was necessary to contain the feelings that has threatened to burst out of you like a broken remembrall.

Suddenly there's a gasp to your side and you spin around quickly on your heel to face George, who is looking at you with wide eyes and a Zouwu like grin etched upon his face. You frown in confusion, not knowing what he's looking at until your entire body fills with dread with his next words.

"You're in love with him!"

You panic, not knowing what to do with the information. You can hardly deny it, it would be impossible to hide from George now he knew and you're certain that your reaction has given you away, so you go to the next default setting: threats.

"One word comes out of your mouth to anyone and I'll tell Angelina that I walked in on you wanking over her!"

George faces pales for a second before his cheeks heat up with a vivid red blush that spreads the full length of his face.

"But that didn't."

"Your old friend... Angelina Johnson... the Qudditch team captain," you say, ignoring his looks as you tilt your voice to sound more and more disgusted at his behaviour with every passing word.

"What? You can't."

"Naked on a broom, George Weasley! Could you be any more depraved?"

"Alright fine!" He says, holding his hands up in surrender, not wanting to push you further and find out that you weren't bluffing.

"I won't say anything to Fred," he promises, looking genuine in his agreement.

It's awkward now, the silence that follows as you come to terms that George is in on your secret now.

You don't look at him any longer, instead fixing your gaze to the stone floor as you consider the implications. Had you looked at George, you'd have noticed him battling with himself, fighting over what to say next. It wasn't his secret to tell, he shouldn't even be considering breaking him twin's confidence but the look on your face right now was enough to break whatever morality he had.

"You know... he's," George begins to say, your gaze drifting up towards him as you look into his eyes, expecting laughter or mocking but finding none.

"He's what?" You ask, confused about his sudden stop, eyes widening.

"He's coming."

"I was only gone for a minute, you two haven't fallen out already have you?" Fred jokes, his pockets clearly stuffed with treats that he'd acquired from the kitchens.

"No," you and George say at precisely the same time. So much for not looking suspicious. Fred trots off ahead urging you both to follow and you do so willingly and silently, hardly trusting yourself to speak in that moment as you feel George's eyes on you.

"Everything alright with y/n earlier? She seemed upset when I got back. Are you sure you didn't say anything to her?" Fred asks, taking off his tie and his school shirt as he undresses for bed, calling to George who's doing the same on the other side of the room.

"I didn't say anything mate," George says, "reckon you're thinking about her too much."

"Just being a friend," Fred says, perhaps a little too quickly.

"Well between 'being a friend' to y/n and your mystery woman, you certainly are doing a lot of thinking... reckon if you ignore one of them you might finally figure out that love potion," George says grinning as he climbs into bed.

"Shove off," Fred says, climbing into his own bed and pulling the curtain across with a harsh shove. He lays in bed unsettled for what seems like hours, his mind spinning between his friend and his mystery woman, realising with a sad conclusion that he'd gotten absolutely nowhere with either one of them.

♡

Fred Weasley was certain that his eyes had never been blessed enough to look upon something so captivating, so enchanting that it made his mouth dry. There was a sea of people around dressed in their fanciest clothes, an opulent symphony of colour and glitter, yet she stood out amongst the crowd like a singular lighthouse in a vast, dark ocean.

He was enthralled by the way her dress moved, clinging perfectly to her figure, highlighting the delicate curves and lines of her body whilst staying modest. It was arousing, the way her dress offered so much but showed so little, Fred's imagination running wild of what lay underneath.

She was beautiful, the most beautiful woman Fred had even laid eyes upon, he was certain. Her dress shining under the twinkling lights, her seductive smile and those eyes that seemed to twinkle all on their own even without the glistening reflection of the lights above her.

He was certain that he was the luckiest bloke in the room; that every other male was envious of the way his hand was wrapped tightly around her waist. But he didn't care what anyone thought or of their jealousy in the moment, he just couldn't believe his luck. They were pulled together as if my an invisible string, finding each other quickly as the music played around them, the soft lights acting like a runway between them both, eyes connecting almost immediately.

"Are you going to tell me your name?" He asks with a smirk, losing himself in her eyes as they seem to glimmer even more at his words.

"I don't think that's how masquerade balls work," she says with a laugh, earning a chuckle from him.

"What about your house?" He follows up, needing to know something about her even if it's tangible evidence.

The smile she flashes him makes him almost dizzy, sparkling eyes peering up at him from beneath her mask.

"Only if you can guess it," she counters, leading him down a dark path of guessing who she might be.

"Sorry I think you've hit your limit on questions," she says as the song changes. "Perhaps I could ask you some?"

"You can ask me anything... except my name," he smirks from under his mask, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips briefly under your gaze.

"Are you single?"

His laughter is contagious and she finds herself chuckling along with him as his hand at her waist squeezes her tighter momentarily for her cheekiness.

"Definitely," he replies softly, though he can't help but feel a little stab at the thought of his best friend, wishing for years that he could say that he wasn't single in the slightest.

♡

Fred wakes with a start, confused for a moment as to his whereabouts having jumped so quickly from his dream to reality. He was back there again, his mind so fixed on his mystery woman that every dream was a recollection of that night, though this time he was certain that there was something different. Had his mystery date always sounded so much like y/n?

Part 2 anyone?

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seethesin · 2 years ago

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peace and quiet

pairing: Villanelle x Assassin!F!Reader

tags/warnings: sexual content, car sex, dirty talk, fingering, edging (18+, mdni)

a/n: bet ya didn't see this coming 😏 truthfully, i've had this scenario on my mind for about a month now. i had to write this before i got through the rest of my drafts. im also a bottom!villanelle fan oops enjoy! gif credit.

The last way you wanted to spend your Friday evening was stuck in a Ford Fiesta with the world's most infuriating assassin, Villanelle. But here you both were, cramped and cranky as you wasted hours watching a man go through his nightly routine. Truthfully, you didn't know much about your target except his name, James Fitzgerald. His dossier was light and you suspected that further information wasn't yours to know.

As your handler would say: the less you knew, the better.

Silently, you watched as James moved from room to room in his home; starting in his bedroom, wandering into the kitchen, and finally, settling into the living room. Couldn't the Twelve have a vendetta against someone more interesting?

The blonde next to you must have thought the same thing. Immediately, she turned the radio on, flicking through the stations until she hummed in approval.

"Oh, I love Britney," she muses, beginning to sing along to the chorus of Womanizer as it pumps through the car's surround sound system.

You refrain from groaning.

"Villanelle, I need you to stop." Your voice is strained as your eyes are trained in front of you.

She's completely off-key but sings without a care in the world. Obviously, she's ignoring you and you exhale slowly, squeezing your eyes shut. Villanelle was good at what she did. Great even. But her hyperactive nature and flair for dramatics made you dread any time the two of you had to work together.

It wasn't just her obnoxious nature that made it so difficult for you to work with her. From the outlandish yet stylish outfits she donned to the way she held herself on and off the job, you thought she was stunning. But now, being in such close quarters only seemed to intensify those feelings. Your stomach did somersaults at each pesky thought, unable to get them out of your head quick enough. Entertaining those ideas was a distraction you couldn't afford.

Not in this line of work.

It's just one mission, you find yourself thinking, blinking your eyes open. I just need to get through one mission with her and then—

And then you will work with her again when the Twelve will it. You will still have these terribly ridiculous feelings that you will, once again, have to dissect like you are now. You grit your teeth and instead focus your boring gaze on James Fitzgerald's wrinkled forehead.

Wordlessly, you turn the radio knob towards you, muting the music so you can focus. Villanelle's contralto voice cuts through the silence like a blade and it takes her a few moments to realize what you've done.

"Hey! I was having fun!"

You roll your eyes, tapping your fingertips against the steering wheel.

"I wasn't."

Villanelle scoffs, feigning offense before leaning back. Aggressively, she adjusts her seat, allowing it to fully recline. She lays down, eyes glued to the car ceiling before crossing her arms over her chest petulantly.

You were ready to further accentuate her childishness as she muttered about how you were a 'party pooper,' but paused. James was getting up and walking towards his front door. He was letting someone inside, holy shit! This needed to be documented.

In the dark, you felt for your phone that was supposed to be on the console. Miscalculating, you reached over farther than necessary and instead grabbed—

Villanelle gasped, body arching forward.

Oh.

Your fingers gripped the flesh of her inner thigh, dangerously close to the hem of her shift dress. Blush immediately crawls over your cheeks and you become a stammering mess.

"Oh my god," you ramble, going to remove your hand. "I'm so sorry, Villanelle. I thought that—"

You don't get to finish your sentence. Her hand is over yours and she shoves your palm in between her legs. The wet cotton of her underwear greets your fingers and the heat it emits makes you flatline.

This wasn't real. None of this could be real.

"I know how you look at me."

The statement throws you off kilter and you gape like a fish. Were you that obvious? The idea makes you nauseous; how the hell did Villanelle know your feelings better than you could even comprehend them?

"Stop thinking," she husks and her confidence seems to spread to you like wildfire.

James Fitzgerald and his unannounced guest are long forgotten as you shift in your seat, turning to face Villanelle. Your finger pads inquisitively drag up the length of her clothed slit. Her breathing grows heavier the closer you stroke towards her clit. You can make out her teeth digging into her lower lip and the mischievous glint in her eyes as she stares back at you.

She’s begging you to keep her entertained.

Cautiously, you pull your hand away. The loss of contact squeezes a whimper from her throat, but it dies as she watches you slip two fingers between your lips. You suck slowly, refusing to break eye contact with her before releasing them with a soft pop. You don’t miss the way her tongue darts out to wet her lips.

“Are you going to behave?” Villanelle nods like a bobblehead, practically rutting her body closer to where your hand used to be.

You chuckle. “Good girl.”

Wet fingers glide up her bare leg, meeting at the junction just below her thigh and cunt. Gently, your fingers worm underneath the waistband of her underwear. Painfully slow, you tug them down so that they pool at her knees. They are soaked and the sound of the blonde’s panting is amplified in the enclosed quiet of the car.

"Oh baby," you taunt, watching as she presses her thighs together. You want to swallow her whole.

"Is this all for me?"

"Yes," she sighs out instantaneously, parting her legs as your hand connects back to her cunt.

Your middle finger delicately slides through Villanelle's folds, exploring her velvety flesh. Tracing circles around her labia, you finally brush just underneath her clit. She jerks forward, desperately chasing your touch.

"Villanelle." Her name is a warning on your tongue, tutting gently as you watch her squirm. Your middle finger is fixed in the same position and her fingers curl around your wrist.

"Be nice," she pleads and no matter what your plan was initially, you couldn't deny her further. You nod and gently, your middle finger sinks inside her.

Villanelle tenses momentarily, adjusting to the intrusion before relaxing. She squeezes your wrist, silently goading you to move. You comply, thrusting deeper inside of her.

Your finger moves leisurely at first, more so to savor the first-time feeling of her silky flesh enveloping you. Gradually, you pick up the pace. Her slick drools down the length of your finger and the obscene squelching makes you blush.

Thank god for the dark.

A stream of moans bubbles from Villanelle's throat as her fingernails dig into your wrist. Her other hand moves to her lips, her teeth sinking into the knuckle of her index finger to muffle herself. In response, your finger curls inside of her. She keens, her eyes rolling back as she shoves her hips forward.

"Don't do that," you chide, pumping against the spongy walls of her cunt. "I want everyone to hear how good I'm gonna fuck you."

Her gaze peeks through her lashes, blinking in surprise at the vulgarity of your statement. She's beautifully flushed and the image is seared into your mind. Your ring finger presses inside of her and she gasps, finally removing her hand from her mouth.

"Don't be mean," Villanelle mewls and you can't stop the smile tugging at your lips.

By now, the windows have fogged over in the car. The air between you has risen at least ten degrees higher and you match Villanelle's ragged panting, hyperfocused on every expression she makes. Her hair fans out like a golden halo, illuminating her furrowed brows and parted lips. You want to kiss her, but you instead settle for swiping your thumb across her clit.

Villanelle's chest heaves when you suddenly piston your fingers inside her. She sloppily pushes down to meet your thrusts while her head lolls back against the car seat. By the way her walls fluttered against your sheathed digits, you knew her orgasm was imminent.

James Fitzgerald's departure was also imminent.

Suddenly, the flash of headlights appears in your peripheral vision. A midsized sedan rushes past the front of your rental car. James is driving while his guest in question is in the passenger seat. Your eyes go wide; the memory of exactly why you and Villanelle were here to begin with hits you like a truck.

You withdraw your fingers from Villanelle's pussy and she cries out in both confusion and frustration. Scrambling, she pulls the seat back up so she can properly glower at you.

"What the fuck?" She yells, softening only slightly as she watches you suck your fingers clean before putting the car in drive.

"It's James," you start, pressing the defogger button near the bottom of the dashboard. "I'm gonna tail him."

"I was about to cum!"

You glance at Villanelle quickly as she complains, tossing a cocky smirk in her direction.

"I guess you'll just have to wait then."

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so-long-soldier-writes · 1 year ago

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Gorgeous

kai parker x reader (both 18+!) (shy!virgin!kai)

summary: troubled by his own body, kai's afraid to go all the way with you. that is, until you confess you love him regardless of the way he looks, giving him just the confidence he's needed all along.

tags: friends to lovers, kissing, minor fingering, shy!kai, mentions of child abuse / physical abuse [I can't just write a normal fic, can I?], implied s3lf h4rm, emotional hurt / comfort, confessions, making out, blow jobs, virgin!kai, top / bottom switching, reader is a little freaky, nipple sucking, pet names, aftercare, cuddling

word count: 5.5k

a/n: sooooo... this has been sitting in my wips for over a year. for some reason, i just never posted it. but unfortunately, i have work tomorrow, so i'll be dead as a doornail that evening, and the work i wanted to post isn't done yet, so i'll post this in the meantime. that being said, i think i'm finally starting to get back in the swing of things. i'm still working on requests as well as other stuff, but i'm coming back slowly!

also, if this idea is totally unusual, that's probably why it sat in my drafts for a year. it's a year old fluffy smut with a strange premise. bare with me. 😅

The minute you get back from work, you collapse onto the nearest chair and groan.

“You okay there?”

Looking up, you see Jo and her boyfriend on the couch watching a movie. Oops.

“Sorry. Yeah. Long day. Where is everyone?”

“Our dads went to the flooding company people to try and get that situation covered, and our moms took the kids to the park.”

“My brother too?”

“Your brother, but not mine.”

“Cool,” you give the girl a thumbs up. “Hey Cody.”

Jo’s boyfriend looks over at you, “hey, Y/N.”

“Alright, I’m gonna go shower.”

“Okay!”

You make your way up the stairs slowly, wondering where Kai is. Poking your head in his room, you see he’s not in there, but you don’t hear him anywhere else. Oh well. You’ll find him after your shower, because you really, really need that shower.

In your room - also the Parker’s guest room - you grab a new set of clothes and your hairbrush, before going into the guest bathroom in the hallway. See, you and the Parkers are neighbors and have become close family friends. Though one night after a really bad storm, your basement flooded, as did several other houses nearby. This is a problem Mr. Parker could easily fix with magic, but considering the electric and flooding companies know your house was one of the ones affected, he can’t do anything without revealing his coven. Instead, your family temporarily moved in with his until the county could fix the issue.

It’s been two weeks, no progress. But you’re not complaining; you get to spend more time with Kai - your best friend who you’ve recently started dating in secret.

As you’re busy undressing and getting the water ready, you don’t hear Kai come in from outside. The boy stands in the kitchen, staring at nothing in particular.

“Is everyone still out?” He hesitantly asks Jo.

“Yeah. But Y/N came home.”

“Oh. Where is she?”

“Mhm, went upstairs.” Then she snaps her fingers, “oh wait! She said she’s taking a shower. So don’t bother her. Just go to your room and wait for her to come out. Don’t be weird.”

Kai scrunches his nose. As if he’d ever make you uncomfortable on purpose. “Okay, thanks.”

Quietly, he makes his way upstairs. When he hears the water running, he bites his lip. Don’t be weird, Jo had just said. But she doesn’t know how close you two actually are. Swallowing hard, he slowly turns the knob to the bathroom door, trying not to alert Jo to which door he’s opening. Inside, the hot water steams up the mirrors, making it hard to see, but he can vaguely point out your figure through the glass.

“Y/N?”

You hear him and pop your head out of the door, “Kai! Hi. Come in,” you gesture for him to enter all the way.

He does, then shuts the door just as quietly. “I don’t mean to bug you, I just wanted to make sure you were here. Jo said you were, but…” he shrugs.

“You’re not bugging. Come on, join me.”

“What?”

“In here.”

“But… I’m wearing jeans.”

“Well then take them off, you goof.”

“I-I… um.”

Deciding to give him privacy, you stick your head back in the shower and rinse out the shampoo. The whole time you’re finishing your shower routine, you assume Kai’s going to join you at any time. You haven’t gone that far in your relationship yet, but he is a teenage boy, and he does love kissing you every chance he gets.

You two have done more than kissing, of course, but just haven’t gone all the way. And there’s plenty of reasons for that: too many people in this damn house, someone might walk in, someone might overhear, etc. etc. etc. But aside from the obvious reasons, you can’t help but feel like there’s also reasons that Kai isn’t sharing.

He likes to spend a lot of your time together practically worshipping your body. His lips and fingers have touched nearly every part of you, but he isn’t too keen on letting you do the same.

Kai holds you in place with a hand on your neck. His lips are attached right below, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. His other hand’s busy farther down - two fingers pumping in and out of you quickly. You bite your lip hard to not moan as you cum on his hands. He continues to finger fuck you through your orgasm, not letting up until your body stills. Then, he tastes one finger before putting the second in your mouth. You suck on it, eyes trained on him the whole time.

“My turn. Let me make you feel good, Kai.”

“You are. I like watching you like this.”

“No, I know. But I want to taste you, too. Let me blow you.”

Kai bites his lip as if he’s having an internal debate. “Isn’t this so much better, though?” Before you can say anything else, he kisses you, feeling his hands up and down the sides of your body as he does. “Now let me cuddle you, m’kay? Let me take care of you.”

You’re too overwhelmed in pleasure to fight, and succumb to his open arms. Minutes later, you’re both asleep.

You don’t pry if he tells you ‘no’ the first time, but of course, you can’t help but wonder why he’s never let you even see his body.

“Take your shirt off, why am I the only one exposed?” You joke, pulling at the hem.

“Hmph, no, baby, I’m too focused on you,” he says.

Every time. He won’t even take his bracelets off, let alone any of his clothes. Again, you don’t push him - he’ll take that step when he’s ready - but you really want to pleasure him the same way he does you. And besides, he just has to be hot under there; his face is insanely attractive, arms are strong, and figure is lean. You’re dying to know.

“Y/N?” His voice snaps you from your thoughts.

“Mhm?”

“I, um, actually nevermind.”

“You okay, angel?”

“Yeah, just…”

Done with your shower, you turn off the water and grab your towel. You would just go out nude despite him there, but you know the air will be cold, so you wrap the blue cloth around your body. “Well now I’m done.” Carefully, you open the door and step off the slippery floor.

In front of you, Kai is standing awkwardly. His jeans are still on, but his shirt is off and folded neatly on the bathroom counter. You gulp the minute you see his body for the first time. As you expected, he’s lean and rather well-toned for someone not allowed out of his house much. His arms have some muscle to them, and you can see several prominent veins close to the surface of his skin. What catches your eye most, however, is the sharp v-line shaping his hips, leading to somewhere still hidden from your sight. “Fuck,” you mutter under your breath.

Kai swallows hard. His eyes are red. You don’t notice the signs of discomfort, though, until a small sigh escapes his lips.

You narrow your eyes when you hear him. “What's wrong, pumpkin?” Hurrying towards him, you cup the sides of his face. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I hate it.”

“Hate what?”

“Hate my body.”

“What do you mean? You’re gorgeous, Kai.”

“All the ew, all the stupid… everything.”

“What are you talking about? I don’t see anything ‘ew’.”

“Look closer.”

“Are you sure? If you’re uncomfortable, I won’t.”

“Just do it.”

Nervous, you step back to look at him closer. “Oh,” you mutter, suddenly saddened. Discolored skin in shades of green, yellow, and purple. Bruises, new and old. Handprints, whip marks, slaps from an open palm, all fading from red. Then there are the cuts, up and down his arms, some on his stomach, some on his shoulders. Clearly self-inflicted, though the bruises were all clearly marks of abuse.

“Now you see how ugly I really am.”

“No, no, Kai…” Gently, you run a finger across a row of evidential abuse. He flinches a little and you can’t help the tear that falls from your eyes. “You’re still gorgeous, baby.”

“Hm,” he mutters, shaking his head ‘no’.

“Shh, shh, you’re okay. I promise. You are still beautiful to me. And I still want you, I still want every inch of your body. You don’t have to hide from me. Hey, I have some, too.”

You peel the towel away a bit to expose several cuts along your upper arm.

He sniffs, “those weren’t there the other day.”

“I know, baby. But yesterday was really hard with my dad, and this was the only way I could think of to cope.”

Kai remembers yesterday. Your dad had forced you to go out with him to visit different universities in the area. By the time you both got back, he was fuming and you were holding back tears.

“He got pissed at me when I said I didn’t want to go to college. He asked me why I was the family failure, and why I couldn’t be more like him.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“It’s okay. I’m okay, now that I’m back beside you.”

“He’s a dick. Your brother’s a dick.”

“My point is, Kai, that we have a lot of the same scars. You don’t think I’m any less beautiful because of them, so why should you think that about yourself?”

“Because I also have bruises from my fucking dad.”

“That’s not your fault, baby. Your dad is an even bigger dick than mine. And just because you have wounds on your body from his hand doesn’t mean I don’t love you or your body any less.”

Kai freezes, “you love me?”

You then freeze, too. “I, um…” Then you realize that that confession may be exactly what he needs to hear. “Yes. I do love you, Kai.”

Tears that were welling in his eyes are now falling, “why?”

“Why? Why not? Because on top of being absolutely gorgeous, you’re an amazing friend and boyfriend. You’re sweet and gentle and trying your best despite the awful circumstances you’ve been given. You’re always there through the good and bad, and I could never get tired of being with you.”

“Can I admit that I love you, too?”

You smile and nod happily before leaning in quickly to kiss him. Amidst your excitement, your towel falls from your body, and your breasts rub up against his bare chest. Kai lets out a moan at the contact, but then separates from the kiss to cover his mouth with his hand. You just raise your eyebrows at him.

“Feel good?”

Instead of answering, his hands find your breasts and feel them. His eyes roll back in his head. “So soft,” he mutters.

“Kai?”

“Hm?”

“Does this mean I can see you now?”

“Um, I, n- uh-” he stutters over every word.

“You know what? It’s okay. Later?”

“Okay.”

“Sounds good. And I hate to say it, but we have to stop,” you pause to pull on your panties and jeans, “because Jo will start getting suspicious soon,” you have to ignore Kai’s pouting face as you put on your bra, “and she doesn’t need to see us like this, because she’ll tell your dad.” Your shirt is on next, “and then my dad. And then you’ll get hurt.” He watches you pull your hair out from under your shirt and flip it to curl around your face, “and you’re not getting hurt on my watch. Okay?”

Kai nods, “I love you.”

“I love you, too, pumpkin.” You two share another kiss before leaving the bathroom. Kai grabs his shirt on the way out, fumbling to put it on, along with his multiple bracelets. “Downstairs? I need some water.”

“Sure.”

The minute you reach the last step, Jo calls out to you, “did Kai find you?”

“Yeah, he’s here.”

“Okay. He came in a little bit after you went up. I told him you were in the shower, but not to bother you. He listened to me, right?”

“He didn’t bother me at all. Was very gentlemanly and waited in his room for me to come out.” You wink at Kai as you lie straight to Jo’s turned face. Luckily, she’s fixated on the movie.

“Okay, good.”

“I’m just going to get a drink and then we’ll be out of your hair shortly.”

◇◇◇◇

“Y/N, are you sure you don’t want to come with us? It’s a huge festival, it’s a lot of fun,” Mr. Parker asks one more time as he’s halfway out the door.

You take another glance at the amount of people crowding the doorway: your brother and parents, plus Kai’s parents and all his siblings. Minus him, of course. “I’m sure. I’m not too big on crowds, and I’m kinda tired. Might just see if Kai wants to watch a movie.”

“Okay, but be careful.” Then, Mr. Parker leans closer to whisper in your ear. The gray hairs of his beard lightly touch your skin, making you shiver in fear. “And don’t get too close to him.”

“Noted.”

“We should be back around three-ish, more or less,” your Dad adds.

“Okay.”

“Don’t leave the house, and certainly don’t let him sneak out,” Mr. Parker piggy-backs off your dad’s comment. Jeez, it’s like they’re long-lost irritating brothers.

“I won’t. He’ll stay here with me.”

“But not too close, becau-”

“I heard it the first time, Dad. I trust Kai enough that we’ll be fine for a couple of hours. Go have fun, okay?” You had to downplay your friendship to make them think you only trusted him a little. If they knew the truth - that you’d trust him with your life - they’d definitely stage an intervention and never let you see each other again.

“Okay, just making sure. See you later, Y/N.”

“Bye.”

Finally, they leave. It takes ten minutes for nine kids to assemble between two cars, between the Parkers’ van and your parents’ SUV, but they eventually make it work. You can literally hear two kids crying over “having to sit in the back again”, but then you hear your Dad’s voice, “ride with me, if it’s okay with your Dad.” The crying ceases at last, and the cars pull out of the gate.

“Are they gone yet?” Kai comes downstairs about a minute after they left.

“Just pulled out. What were you doing?”

He swallows, “um.” While struggling to answer, you give him a look. “I’m used to hiding during the van-packing process.”

“Okay,” you answer, not entirely convinced.

He bites his lip, “okay, that part is true. I do hide when they do that because sometimes someone storms back in to grab something to appease the ones stuck in the back, like a snack or whatever. But, um, what I was actually doing was… trying to,” he pauses, and you let him find the words, “build up the courage to, um… can I just kiss you?”

You’re confused, but you’ll never deny him a kiss. Smile forming on your lips, you close the three foot gap between you two, hands tracing his jawline, capturing his face, while kissing him softly. His hands find your waist, gripping your hips. There’s something different about this kiss than your usual ones. Something more hungry… willing, maybe. Whatever it is, you let him take charge.

As soon as the shift in control changes, he spins the both of you around so that you’re pressed into the counter, rather than himself, while he kisses you deeper. His lips leave your mouth to trail down your jaw, to your neck, but then he suddenly stops to look up at you.

“Everything okay?”

“Can we go upstairs?”

“Of course.” You joke, “afraid someone’s gonna walk in?”

He misses your teasing tone and replies bluntly, “no, I wanna fuck you.”

You nearly trip up the first stair, causing you to grab a tight hold of his hand. “What’d you say?”

“Is that okay?”

“I-uh-um- yes, just caught me off guard. What brought it on?”

“You said you loved me. And that you liked my body even with all the scars. And that if I can love yours with scars, you can love mine.”

“I did say that. I meant every word.”

“And so now we’re here alone, and I’m going to act on something I’ve wanted to do a long time ago.”

You reach the top of the stairs. He has an arm around your back to prevent you from falling, just in case, as he stares into your eyes for hesitancy. You give none. “Then do it.”

Instantly, your back collides with the hallway wall and he kisses you with the same tenacity he did downstairs. Out of habit, your hands find his hair; his, your waist, but he’s a lot more confident now. Slowly, he inches the both of you towards his door. His hand fumbles with the knob, making him frustrated.

“Wish I could just open the stupid thing with magic.”

“If I had magic, I’d let you take it whenever,” you answer, again, with no hesitancy.

He stops to stare at you. “You would?”

“Mhm. I mean it, Kai, I love you.”

“But the siphoning hurts.”

You shrug, “can’t hurt that bad. I imagine it’d probably actually feel good. At least for me, maybe not other people. Send little tingles all the way down to my-”

He cuts you off with an open mouthed kiss. “Now I really wish you had magic.”

“-and then a part of me would kinda be in your blood, too, right?” You finish the second part of what you wanted to say.

“Holy fuck, you’re turning me on.”

“Open the door, Kai,” you urge.

He finally does, but in the second you take to catch a breath, he’s back on you. He takes advantage of your state and slips his tongue in your mouth, no regard for anything but his and your pleasures. You go weak in his arms and let him explore, enjoying the feeling much more than you probably should. Then, he taps on your hips signaling for you to jump. You do, wrapping your legs around his waist. He carries you to the bed, finally, and throws you down rather roughly.

Immediately, panic takes over his face. “Shit, that was way harder than I meant to! You okay?”

You, on the other hand, can’t get a word out because you’re giggling too hard.

“Y/N, are you okay?” He tries again.

“You’re so hot when you’re all dominant. Well, you’re always hot, but-” and then you continue to giggle.

Kai relaxes, realizing he didn’t hurt you. “Oh you little-” he climbs on top of you until he’s hovering over your face. Legs tangle together, bodies close but not close enough… You buck your hips. There, now they’re close enough. “You’ve been wanting this,” he observes, fighting back a moan at the contact.

“Yes, but also, your comfort is my number one priority. It’s much better now, with you enjoying it too, than if we were to try when you weren’t ready.”

“Thank you, princess,” he kisses your nose sweetly.

“Thank you for trusting me. One thing though.”

“Mhm?”

“Do you trust me right now?”

“Of course.”

“Good.” Without further warning, you grab his wrists and flip him over so that his back is pressed into the bed. It’s the first time you’ve ever been on top of him, and the power makes you giddy.

“I thought you liked me being dominant?”

“Oh, I do. But I also want to see you writhe under me,” you wink at him.

Kai gives you a look, and you know he’s going to start fighting any minute now. It’s in his eyes, and you can feel his muscles under you tensing to build up the strength. In the last second before you think he’s going to try and take charge, your hand goes down to the outline forming in his jeans. All fight is immediately gone as soon as you start to feel him. He can’t even fight the moan he’s been holding back since you started making out downstairs. The sound spurs you on and you rub him harder.

“More, princess. Please.”

You move your legs to straddle him, hands going to his belt. “This okay?”

“Mhm.”

“Words, please.”

“What am I, five?”

You cock your head at him. “Words, or no further touching.”

“Princess,” he tries to buck his hips like you did, but you’re holding him down.

“Come on, Malachai.”

“Don’t use that name.”

“Mala-”

“Fine! Yes, please. It’s okay. Please.” You smirk, not expecting the begging, but loving it. “You little sadist.”

That only makes you love it more. Not wasting another second, your hands are undoing his belt. As much as you want to take it slowly, you’re both too excited to drag it out any longer. Besides, just by looking at him, you can see how hard he is, and you know you’re almost soaking your panties with wetness.

“Wait,” he pants.

You stop immediately. “You okay?”

“I need… I need. C’mere,” he beckons you forward, and you listen. “Need this off,” he pulls off your shirt. “And this,” next is your bra. The minute it’s off, he loses control and grabs your tits like he did in the bathroom a couple days earlier. Before you know it, he’s fondling one while the other’s in his mouth.

“If mine is, this is coming off, too.” You make a grab for his shirt. He pauses, tongue still around your nipple. “Is that okay?”

“Yes,” he seems to decide in that instant.

In order for you to pull the fabric over his head, he has to disconnect his mouth from your breast. But when it’s off, he swallows hard and doesn’t reach for them again.

“Kai… c’mon, pumpkin.” You take his hand to put it back on your body, trying to return that sense of comfort, but he doesn’t grasp your breast again. Sighing, you take it as a moment to get a closer look at his body. The bruises, the scars, everything. A tear escapes your eye, and you lean down to press a kiss to one of the purplish wounds. Then, you start to do that with all of them. From his neck to his hips, you kiss every mark made on his body, whether by his dad’s hand or his own. On the fresher ones, your lips are more gentle, barely there, not wanting to cause him more pain. But on the older ones, you leave multiple kisses, or even lick them with your tongue before kissing. “I meant it, Kai. You’re gorgeous. These marks don’t stop me from loving you.”

Slowly, he makes eye contact with you again. His hands reach out to your face, and when he gets a hold of you, he pulls you in for another deep kiss on his lips. “What did I do to deserve you?” He asks with a tear emerging.

“You don’t have to deserve love, baby.” You kiss his collarbone.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Your lips travel to his chest. Giving him a taste of his own medicine, you swirl your tongue around one of his nipples. He moans loudly, arching his back.

“Holy shit, I didn’t know that would feel that good.”

“Can I continue to make you feel things like that?”

“Yes, please. I need it, I need you. Wait, but let me-” he suddenly sticks two fingers into your wet heat, hovering over his own body, and pops them in his mouth. “You taste so good.”

“Are you gonna let me taste you now?”

“Sure. Yes. I meant yes.”

Your eyes warm and you continue to kiss him further down - this time, trailing his v-line. You had noticed the prominent indents the other day, but are now getting to see it up close. He moans again, enticing you more.

“Princess.”

“I’m working on it.” Finally, you shrug his jeans down and off his body. You can tell he’s fighting the urge to hide his now-bare legs, but you opt to not pay attention to them anyway. Your gaze goes straight to the bulge in his boxers that looks even thicker without his jeans in the way. Mouth watering, you touch him first, enjoying the feeling.

“Y/N, please. It’s uncomfortable. Too tight.”

Succumbing to his wishes, you tap his hips for him to lift them, then peel back the final confinement. His cock springs out, slapping his stomach in the process. You’re quick to lean forward and lick a stripe from the base to the tip. Kai sinks his head into the pillow, groaning huskily. After pulling his boxers all the way off, you refocus your attention back to the length in front of you.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” you mutter. The praise makes him twitch, and you immediately reach out to grasp him between two of your fingers. “Need to taste.” And then you finally do. You start at the tip, rolling your tongue over the slit counter clockwise, stimulating precum in the process. Some of it leaks into your mouth, straight down your throat, but most of it drips down the side of cock. It doesn’t get far, though, before you move your head to catch it, licking your way from the base to the tip, again.

A shiver runs through his body. “Feels so good.” Barely audible, but you hear him.

Positioning your head over him, you prepare to take him fully. To you, it’s a five second break of deep breaths, but to Kai, overwhelmed in pleasure, there’s almost no warning. As soon as you’re ready, you sink your mouth down on him until you get about halfway and your gag reflex kicks in. Cock hitting the back of your throat, you gag around him.

“Y/N, you okay?” He sits up on his elbows, worried he’d accidentally hurt you.

Slowly, you lift your head back up, “I’m good, baby. Just training my throat to take you.”

He swallows so hard that you see his Adam’s apple bob. “Oh, um…” He doesn’t lay back down, opting to watch you instead.

You don’t mind as you go down for a second time, getting further now. You do it several times, taking more and more of him each time. Your tongue swirls around his length and traces his veins. In fact, there’s one vein in particular that especially makes Kai moan every time you hit it. It’s on the underside of his cock, and you start to pay special attention to it. The rest of his length sits against your face as you focus on it.

Kai doesn’t know if the sight or the feeling is affecting him more. Either way, he feels himself getting close to release. Your mouth is around him, head bobbing up and down rapidly, when he twitches. He whines, resisting the urge to hold your head where he wants. Suddenly, though, you stop and remove your mouth completely.

“Fuck, wait, I’m about to…”

“I know, pumpkin. Can’t let you do that yet.”

He’s about to ask why, but then sees his answer. In one quick motion, you’re removing your own pants and lining your bodies together. “Ready?”

“Mhm. Yes.”

You smile, grab his cock to hold it upright, then sink your heat down onto him. Kai collapses, elbows no longer supporting him, as pleasure consumes him.

“You okay?”

“Yes, oh- oh god.”

“Can I move? I’ll start slow.”

“Please.”

As promised, you slowly begin to ride his length. Your hands rest on either side of his body and lips are pressed to his chest, leaving hot kisses all over his skin.

“Let me know if you want to try and take over.”

“Okay.”

When Kai starts to relax, you pick up the pace. Not too fast, but little by little. Soon, his hands find your hips and he helps guide you. His fingers have a tight grip on you, but it only makes you wetter.

“I think, I wanna… wanna try…”

“Want to be on top, angel?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay. You can just flip us or I can move, what are you feeling?” But the hungry look in his eyes already gives you your answer.

As soon as you nod and grab onto his shoulders, he flips the both of you so that you’re now pressed into the bed. With his usual role re-established, so does his dominance. You open your legs wider to give him more access, and he immediately takes advantage of it. With a lick of his lips, he pushes his cock into you, not stopping until he’s run out of length.

“Oh my god,” you mutter.

“Is it too much?”

“No, you’re perfect. Move when you’re ready, mmkay?”

He nods, then copies the way you rode him when he begins to move: arms on your side, head ducked into your chest. His lips attach to your nipples, sucking, and pulling them between his teeth. When he gets a hold of his balance, you feel pressure on your clit, too.

“Fuck, Kai. You’re so good.”

His body jolts, “say it again.”

“What?”

“Name. Say it again.”

“Kai,” you pant as he quickens pace.

“No one else is home baby, say it louder.”

You had forgotten this fact, actually, but the minute he reminds you, you let yourself go. “Fuck,” you moan, rather loudly, “feels so good, Kai! Fuck. Harder.”

He spreads your legs wider and thrusts harder upon request. Obscene sounds fill the room, mixed with your moans and whimpers.

“Kai,” you pant, “need to hear you, too.”

“I’d rather hear you, Princess.”

“Aw, come on, gorgeous. Nothing turns me on more than men moaning,” you admit. “Need to hear you.”

Previously held-back grunts and groans tumble from his mouth at your confession. When his lips return to your nipple, he makes sure to keep up with your request, sending vibrations throughout your body.

“I’m close, Kai. So close, so close… don’t stop what you’re doing.”

“I’m getting there, too,” he twitches again. “Come for me, Princess.”

As soon as he asks, your orgasm rips through your body. Loud moans follow, and your eyes roll back in your head. Kai rides you through yours, before pulling out and immediately releasing all over your face and chest. Some drips off your shoulders, down to the bedsheets.

The minute he catches his breath, a worried expression takes over his face, “I’m sorry! I knew I shouldn’t do it inside you, but wasn’t sure where else to. I aimed for your chest and misfired.”

You make direct eye contact with him, then swipe a bunch off your cheek with your finger before sucking it off. “Oh, I’ll never complain about a facial.” You dart your tongue out to the side to gather more. “And don’t worry, I kinda like the taste. How the hell were you a virgin, Kai?! You were amazing the whole way through!”

He blushes, “um, thank you.”

You can’t help but giggle. Only Kai would be sweet enough to thank you for complimenting his sexual ability. Your ex-boyfriend, to whom you had lost your virginity, threw you an, “I know,” when you told him he was good. This little fact just made you love Kai even more.

Then, as if he couldn’t get more perfect, his next words are, “can I clean you up now, Princess? And then we can cuddle and nap?”

“Of course. Give me a kiss first.”

Kai leans forward and kisses you sweetly. His tongue sweeps over your bottom lip, wetting it gently.

“Blood,” he comments.

“Hm?”

“There’s blood on your lip.”

You run your own tongue along it, “must’ve bit it in pleasure.”

“I’ll be right back, okay?” He pulls on a loose pair of sweatpants from his drawer, giving you a wink.

“Okay, darling.”

Two minutes later, Kai returns with a warm rag and a water bottle. First, he cleans the small sore and any remaining blood off your lip, then hands you the bottle. “Drink,” he insists. As you do, he moves the rag over your face and down your neck and chest, cleaning off his drying cum. He rubs your lower body next, easing some of the soreness as well as wiping away your cum. “Anywhere else?”

“No, I’m okay. Do you need anything?”

“Just you,” he sappily replies.

“Okay, come here then.” Arms wide open, you gather him up and pull him close. You take a hand away for a split-second to pull the blankets over you two, earning a whine before he realizes what you’re doing. As soon as your arm is back around him, he snuggles into your body. “I love you, Kai,” you whisper with your lips against his cheek.

“I love you, too, Princess. Thank you for making me feel like I’m worth something to someone.”

As much as his words sadden you, they also make you feel warm inside. You’re the one that makes him feel that way, and that’s pretty fucking special.

“Always, my sweetheart.” You give him a kiss to the cheek, keeping your lips there even afterwards. His heartbeat slows into a comfortable rhythm and breathing evens out, and soon, he’s fast asleep in your arms.

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Timeless

This is genuinely for me, myself and I - purely a servitude to my thoughts and what I wish I'd find on tumblr just once. I have tons of drafts if anyone is interested - tentative one was Marauders Era w/ Gwen Stacy!Reader. Imagine that? Seeing your once lover with a name you don’t recognize- Remus Lupin?

anyways idgaf, truly. not proofread!

Tags: overpowered!reader (oops), crossover with marvel, no happy ending (question mark)

Word count: 6.8k

Pairings: Dick Grayson x fem!Reader

The times many began noticing the lover of Dick Grayson. Clueless to the secrets from, both sides unravel as truths begin to overflow the deceit. Love is overpowering, but grief consumes one. Your secrets were your own to keep, and you vowed to never let anyone know of how the power were unbalanced, by yours truly. But, the biggest question was - why was Peter Parker in Gotham?

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It don't matter what they say, I'm timeless.

He cherished you dearly.

You were the one. He knew you were the one. The soft smiles shared, the soft caresses, the little notes he left around your apartment once he left after visiting.

It was a secret you two shared. He vowed to never share this secret with another. Nobody needed to know of his weakness. Nobody needed to know of your existence.

He finds himself outside your door again. He knocks. And he waits. He waits as he hears your soft footsteps, the clicking of your locks. He waits as the door opens and a figure engulfs him in a hug. He hugs back, taking a deep breath to take in your scent. Freshly showered, he could immediately tell.

You usher him inside, closing and re-locking your door. He smells the aroma of food, and his smile widens.

He knew. He understood. You were the one.

“What are you thinking about?” You questioned, brushing his hair out of his eyes softly. You looked at him endearingly, as if he was the only person on this earth.

“You.” He says softly, bringing you in another hug. He sighs softly, hearing your laughter in his sweater. You try to pull away, but his hug tightens.

“If we can start eating, that would be great.” Your voice muffled, and finally, you’re able to push him away. You both smile at one another, and you both lean in to meet each other in a kiss. It’s soft, he can taste the chocolate of your lip gloss. He feels your smile widen.

When he pulls away, he kisses your forehead. You hold his arm, your grip tightening.

“I love you.” He says, sighing into your hair.

“I love you too, Dick.”

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“Sorry about that,” a voice above you apologizes, you ignore the response, opting to pick up the items that had fallen out of your purse. Collecting everything, you pick yourself up from the ground.

You smile at the man, “No worries - oh, thank you.” He reaches out to hand your phone. Inspecting it, you see no cracks. Your eyes catch sight of the polaroid resting in your phone case. Your gaze softens, a picture of Dick and your kitten.

You put your phone away, looking back up to the man who bumped into you. Your grip tightens on your grocery basket, watching the man's gaze harden, looking at the place where your phone once was.

You side step him, moving away from the eerie atmosphere. The man watches you leave as he ruffles his own hair. The strand of white blocks his vision for a split second, before he moves it away again.

“How interesting, Dickwing.”

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You meet Tim Drake next.

Meet was an understatement. It was more like…him keeping tabs on you.

Becoming aware of his brother’s lover was an unexpected twist. He did not expect Dick to bounce back after Kory, especially with Mar’i in the picture, their daughter who they had shared custody of.

He was silent, watching you dine with your friends from afar. You looked like a nice woman. He sees how your smile widens when one friend shows their daughter, but he sees it falter when another speaks of their twin boys. As quickly as it falters, he sees you brighten up again.

Did you want kids? He could not help but wonder, seeing the women – the mothers around you share stories of their restless children.

“What about you? How is your relationship with Richard?” One question. He sees your smile widen, and he is not sure how that was even possible.

“It's so…great.” You look away from your friends, as he sees you grow embarrassed by the nervous ticks in your hand. “He is the definition of a green flag. Very caring, thoughtful. I think…I would be ready for the next step.” He sees you grow bashful, your fingers touching your glass softly.

He hears your friends gush. He sees some congratulate you over the next big step.

He looks at you again. He catches your eye. He freezes on the spot, never having been caught this way by a civilian. The eye contact felt like it was lasting forever. Red tinges the corners of his eyes and when he blinks, it’s gone.

When he’s looking at you again, you were already looking at another friend.

He could not help but wonder if you knew about Mar’i.

He sees you tense.

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Two girls are in your bakery. Hushed whispers from one, but you see them in the corner of your eyes. The same one whispering is not hidden from her antics, but the silence of the pair is following along to the telltale signs of translations.

You notice one of your workers going up to them, dropping off the food they ordered. You notice how nervous your worker is, but they come back and shuffle to speak to you.

“This is their third time this week.” Natasha states. You catch the two girls staring at the back of Natasha’s fiery red hair. You opt to look back at Natasha.

“Paying customers, Nat.” The nickname gets caught in your throat, but you smile at her nonetheless. “As long as they aren’t bothering others, it is fine.” “Yeah, but…” Natasha is hesitant, “The blonde one is always talking about you.” Natasha, just like your Natasha, was able to read sign language. Previously, she had confided that the version the girls used was unique, but she eventually caught along to their conversations.

“It’s okay,” You reassure Natasha, “If anything happens, I’m right here.”

Natasha smiles nervously, but as she catches sight of another customer, she moves away to begin working once more.

You look back at the young girls, seeing their conversation end the moment you look back.

The blonde one tenses, but the one with black hair, stares back at you.

You smile, and the girl nods.

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“What is so good about you?” You hear a young voice sneer. You look down, catching sight of a younger teen. Immediately recognizing him as Bruce Wayne’s youngest child, you only smile at him.

“I’m sorry?” You question him, clueless to his question. Of course, you knew of the boy considering how often the girls you tutored talked about him. But, as you weren’t privy to online media, your connection to him was unknowing. You wanted to live a peaceful life, afterall.

“What is so good about you?” He repeats, “Richard has no reason to be seeing someone like you.” The name brings your attention once more.

“Richard? Dick Grayson?” You question, confused, “How do you know him?” “You truly are clueless.” Damian scoffs - he hears a young voice call his name, but he decides to ignore them. “I would have preferred for Richard to stick with his family. Break up.”

You shake your head at Damian, finding his statement confusing. “Sorry, no can do.”

“You will surely regret this.” Before Damian continues, a boy his age appears. He starts pulling Damian away, apologizing profusely.

“Mar’i does not deserve an absent father just because of a civilian.” You hear Damian’s argument.

You see him get pulled away from you. Your confusion increases.

From Tim Drake’s mind, you had noted the name Mar’i. Hearing it vocally from Damian Wayne, you could not help but wonder who she was.

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You think all those small moments lead to this. You could not help but wonder, how it came to be this way. You weren’t stupid, but for your own happiness in this world, you opted to remain clueless of the things occurring in Gotham City.

The woman with fiery hair stands across the street from you. She was tall, and effortlessly beautiful with the way the colors swarmed around her whole being. A small girl in her hands, who giggled at the intense tickles she was experiencing from her mother was a heartwarming sight to see.

You felt yourself smile, seeing the beauty of a family blossom in front of you. How gorgeous having a family was. How gorgeous, having a living, breathing daughter.

You wished for a family.

Your eyes catch sight when the girl squeals in excitement, “Daddy!” The girl shouts, wiggling from her mother’s grip. You see her rush to a man, who picks her up effortlessly. You hear the family laughter, as Dick Grayson holds the small girl in his arms.

“Hi Mar’i, how is my lovely girl?” Lovely girl. He calls you that too.

Your breath catches in your throat, watching the scene in front of you. Your heart is ripped away from you, the moment you see the other woman go up to him and greet Dick - Richard.

“I see.” You muttered softly, “A happy ending has never been a possibility for me.”

You catch your eyes drifting to Dick. His eyes focused on Mar’i. You see the resemblance.

Was this your life? Being a homewrecker?

That wasn’t you, though.

You were just a woman. A woman mourning the loss of a relationship that has yet to end. Simply a woman.

What is love? Love is an emotion. Yes, it is overwhelming. Yes, you've yearned for it for years. You wished and wished for someone - anyone to listen to your pleas. Grief had overpowered you once before, you surely knew it. You understood - love was not in your cards.

But what is grief? What is grief, if not love persevering?

Your mantra that your past lover had once shared. He has been gone, for awhile. The graves you had made for him here. For your children. You knew they've been gone for awhile, and they would not return.

Love is persevering.

What a lie.

You move away. You create distance. You feel the unshed tears free. You continue to walk. Away from the scene. You ignore the stares.

You bump into someone.

Familiar.

Your heart stops, staring at the boy in front of you. He was older, but still the same boy you knew. But those familiar brown eyes stared at you in shock.

“Wanda?” He whispers - almost as if he recognized your red signature. But he knew - your heartbeat had stayed the same. Across the universes, it had been the same.

You see that he’s dirty. He smells, but you opt to ignore it. You move closer to the boy, putting your hands on his cheeks. He looks up at you, his eyes wide. His heartbeat is frantic.

“Peter.” You mutter.

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“I can’t believe you remember me…” Peter mutters softly, his hands shaking as he looks down at the tea you made. He’s in the comfort of your warm apartment. He surveys the photos you have, as the kitten in his lap purrs.

“Broken minds cannot be altered,” You say simply. “The…spell that sent you here was long before I died.” You drink your own hot tea, “It’s understandable that my memories would not be altered.”

“I…I don’t know what to say.” Peter is tired. He’s so tired. He’s spent the past few months running from the Bats, while trying to maintain his home in an abandoned complex he found.

You swore he could stay, but he feared the worst for you. He didn’t want you to suffer – he had not a clue of what had occured with Dr. Strange, but he understood that the look in your eyes was one of a woman mourning death.

“I prepared the guest room for you.” You tell him, patting his shoulder softly. “It should have everything you need, but if you need anything else, please let me know.”

Thank you.

“I- Thank you.” Peter mutters, looking at you once more. He had a soft, sad smile on his lips.

“Anytime, Peter.”

He’s silent for a moment, thinking.

“My uncle’s alive here. I met him. He keeps…checking up on me and I feel weird seeing him so…young.” He mutters, “I know I should be happy that he’s well in this universe, but it’s so weird to see.” He looks like he has more to say, so you let him continue.

“I have a younger sister too - my…dad I guess you can put it alive here. Although I don’t think he is married to my mom, it's weird nonetheless because I have a sister. A sister, possibly a step-mom...but he and my uncle are a part of a bigger, wealthier family.” “Do you ever think of speaking to them?” You ask Peter. He freezes, but shakes his head in response.

“No way! I have the Bats chasing me as is, I can’t have anyone else get close to me and get hurt.” You nod in understanding. You think for a moment. Without any hesitation, you ask, “What’s their name?”

“My uncle… his name here is Jason Peter Todd.” The name does not ring a bell for you. “My dad - his name -” Peter gets cut off from talking. There’s a sharp knock on your door. Peter looks frightened, immediately standing up and going inside the kitchen. He stays hidden as you go check who's at the door.

You see Dick on the other side. He’s holding flowers as he adjusts his work uniform carefully. He looks…happy, excited.

You open the door carefully. His smile widens, seeing you had never failed to brighten up his day.

“Hi.” He says breathlessly, looking at you with mirth and joy in his eyes. He tries to step inside, but falters when you don’t move.

He says your name carefully, but still, with love. “What’s wrong, my love? Did something happen?”

“Sorry, Richard. Now isn’t a good time.” You see him tense with the lack of his nickname, “I have a guest over. And I - I don’t think right now is a good time for us.”

Dick - Richard’s face falls. He’s confused, you can tell. “I’m sorry? Is everything okay? What about us?”

“Things are…different right now, Richard. I don’t think I can see you anymore. You can come by whenever you want for your stuff, but I think we should break up.”

You see Richard’s eyes widen. You see the arms with flowers droop. He doesn’t understand. What was going on? Break up?

“Break up? Why? What happened? Last week we…we were talking about getting married, baby.”

“It isn’t a good time.” You repeat. “Please, leave me alone Richard. You…go back to your family. Whatever we have, it’s not worth it.”

“Did my siblings come meet you? Whatever they said, please, ignore them. They do not get to decide who I date.” Richard pleads, he’s desperate.

You take a deep breath, “I saw you. Richard, you have a daughter. I’m not fucking up your relationship. Children are...They’re everything to me. I won’t let you ruin someone so fragile.” You go to close the door on him.

“Goodbye, Richard.”

Closing the door on the man shedding tears for you. You closed the door on a relationship you thought would be your second chance of loving. You stupidly thought you deserved love.

You turn to apologize to Peter. He’s on the floor of your bathroom, eyes wide in shock. He looks at you, his eyes conveying his emotions clearly.

“That…that was my dad. Richard Grayson. Richard Parker.” Peter’s voice shakes, “Oh my god you’re dating my dad.”

“Was,” You say carefully, “I was. I didn’t know he had a family.”

“I’m..I’m sorry.” Peter mutters.

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“What did you tell her?” Dick barges into the Bat Cave - he sees Tim, who freezes in his seat. Tim looks around carefully and sees Damian pause his sparring with the dummies.

“Tell who?” Tim wrinkles his nose, clearly confused at Dick’s hostility.

Dick says your name, and at that moment, he sees both Tim and Damian avert their gazes.

“Look-Look! I didn’t tell her anything. I…I was just keeping tabs on her from afar.” Tim raises his hands in defense, “I wouldn’t go near her otherwise. I’ve never spoken to her before. I was just curious about the woman you were spending your free time with!”

“We were - we were on the brink of being engaged. Just last week we were talking about it. All of a sudden she - she breaks up with me?” Dick’s voice cracks. “I - we were happy. We are happy. I don’t - She wouldn’t have done this without someone meddling in my relationship.”

“Tch,” Damian scoffs, “This is the best, Richard. Was she even aware you have an offspring?”

“Did you threaten her?” Tim, although the behavior was expected from Damian, was still shocked. “No way. You demon! This isn’t your relationship to be messing up!”

“Was she, Richard?” Damian ignored Tim, opting to only stare at Dick.

“I- I was going to tell her eventually. I didn’t know how I was going to bring up Mar’i and Kory. She doesn’t even… I haven’t told her about Nightwing.”

“And you shouldn’t,” another voice enters the conversation. “It is a necessary evil, but we have other matters to attend to.” Bruce - no.

Batman stands in the entrance of the Batcave. Tim straightens up in his seat, “Red Robin, report."

“I- sightings of Spider-Man have decreased recently. Usually, he’s seen in the daylight with Signal and he’s been patrolling near Red Hood’s territory in the night. After the Joker’s recent breakout in Arkham, he hadn’t been seen since.” Tim effortlessly pulls out recordings of Spider-Man, “We’ve narrowed down the possibility that he doesn’t have a home - possibly on the run. Sorry, he just…reeks. Anyways, his last sighting was near these apartment complexes.”

Tim zones in one in particular - Dick pales, noticing the familiar apartment he frequented every week to visit you. The apartment complex he would sneak into when you were sound asleep. He would let himself in with the keys you had given him. You would wake up with him by your side. He recalls one day, where you noticed the bruising on his cheek.

He opts to ignore his feelings - now wasn’t the time.

“But, we’ve also noted that Nightwing’s look-a-like has now been residing in that very same apartment. Oracle and I, we have been doing our own research on Nightwing’s past relationships - sorry. But none seem to match up with Parker’s age. Red Hood said the kid told him he was twenty-two, but he’s at least eighteen. That is impossible because you would have been eight.”

Tim pauses, seeing everyone take in his words. Despite the battle going on in everyone’s heads, he continues, “Look, I know we wanted this to only be between us. But…I spoke to The Flash about it. He’s more well versed in this.” “What do you mean this?” Dick questions, "What do you think is going on?”

“I…I think Parker is from the future. In some way, he was sent back in time. I’m unsure on when he is…conceived, but all the signs point to this. I can’t stress this enough, but we need to find a way to get him back to the exact time he left. The Flash has already warned me of the possibilities of him staying.”

“Do you think - Do you think he could be the son of…her and I? It could be possible right?”

Damian wrinkles his nose, as Tim responds back, “We can mark her as a possibility.” “No, it’s definitely her. She’s the - I only want to be with her.” “Doesn’t seem like she wants to be with you,” Damian remarks.

“Red Robin, try to find more information about Parker. If he’s staying in that apartment complex, it is likely he made contact with her.” Batman walks towards the exit, “Seeing how he is frequenting the same apartment complex as her, we can’t be sure he’s told her anything of his existence here.”

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Peter sneezes.

He’s inside your bakery. You have been giving him an allowance - while he did not think he deserved it, he took it wordlessly to save. He was saving it in case anything happened.

He looks at the drink he ordered. He’s quiet as he listens to the conversation drone on inside as he watches you work quietly at the front. He was part-time here, with you. Thankful that today was his day off, he had decided to wait until you were out to go grocery shopping with you.

Things have been quiet. Ever since he paused on being Spider-Man, for the sake of healing and finally getting proper care, he’s almost ready to go out again.

He hears the door open. His spidey senses hum under his skin as the new customer walks closer to him. He sees you pause in your track, looking on quietly.

“Hey,” He recognizes the voice immediately. Looking up, he shares a nod with Jason. “Hi Mr. Todd.”

Jason sighs, exasperated, “Kid, I’ve told you. Call me Jason.”

“Can’t do that, Mr. Todd, it goes against everything my uncle taught me.” He sees Jason tense in the corner of his eyes, but he’s set on ignoring anything mentioned.

“Oh yeah? What did he teach you?” “To respect the elderly, of course.”

Jason coughs out a laugh, looking at Peter with pure humor in his eyes. It’s reminiscent of the way his Aunt used to look at him.

“The usual?” He hears you walk up to Jason and him, a kind smile on your face. Jason pauses, looking her over. Recognition shines in his eyes, but he doesn’t say anything.

“Uh- yeah. You remember?” Jason questions.

“Of course, Mr. Todd,” you tease, “I remember all my regular’s orders. Right, Peter?”

Shit. Shit. Shit!

He’s never told anyone in this world - his first name wasn’t privy to anyone. He’s always gone by Parker. From the beginning, when Red Hood first caught him on a rooftop, he introduced himself as Parker. From the moment he met Jason in an alleyway, where he was ironically saved by the guy from muggers, he went by Parker.

His name tag here was Parker.

“Peter? Is that your first name, kid?” Jason questions carefully. You stayed, your eyes wide as you mouthed an apology to Peter. Peter nods carefully.

“Yeah - I um. My name’s Peter. Peter Parker.”

“Hm,” Jason responds. He couldn’t help but wonder. Was Peter named after him? Was his relationship with Dick in the future so mended that Dick’s son was named after him? He looks at you in response, now gesturing your question to you. “And you? What’s your last name?”

You introduce your full name to him, reaching out to shake his hand. His eyebrows furrow in response, as he looks back and forth to you and Peter. “Huh. Thought you were both related.” Confusion is etched on both your faces. From your perspective, you and Peter looked nothing alike. He held a resemblance to Richard, but you knew full well that other aspects of him were from his mother.

“No, just a caretaker for him.” You respond instead, ruffling Peter’s hair fondly.

Peter smiles at you as you walk away. Jason watches on silently. You were so motherly to Parker, it is undeniable you held a maternal role for the kid.

“What brings you here, Mr. Todd?”

Jason smiles at Peter, “Just visiting Peter. Look, come closer.” Peter leans in as Jason lowers his voice, “Your boss. She was dating my brother. Dick, remember him?” He watches Peter nod, “Yeah so, I heard there was some miscommunication between them.”

“You mean the fact that he has another family and was dating her at the same time?” Peter questions.

“Yeah - no look kid. Yes, he has a kid with someone else. But they’re not together. They’ve been separated for years. He- Dick is super and I mean super in love with your boss or caretaker or whatever you think of her.”

“Are you trying to be a wingman right now?”

“Basically yes. Dick’s been spending his free time with me. That’s not a good thing. A guy needs space. I need space.” Jason sighs, giving a quick thanks to Natasha who drops off his sandwich and drink. “Can you do me a favor? Can you explain to her what I just told you? Or atleast, ask her to respond to Dick.” Peter is hesitant, looking at you in the corner of his eyes. You're taking the order of another family. Looking fondly at the twins on the table, he watches your eyes fill with mirth.

“I don’t know if I can. Mr. Todd, she’s been through a lot. I don’t know if another heart break should be in her future.” “What do you mean, kid?” Jason glance at you, who was still conversing happily with the mom in front of her. He sees you holding one of the twin’s in your arms, bouncing them happily.

“She - She’s just been through a lot. I know Mr. Grayson’s your brother, but…I don’t think it’s the right time. Even then, I think he should speak to her first.”

He sees Jason deflate, groaning as he takes a bite of food. Peter apologizes, although he doesn’t feel quite bad that he denied his request.

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You hear your name called. Almost breathless, in the way a lover would call out. You're picking up groceries after you close the bakery. Peter was in the ice cream section, away from the man in front of you.

Richard Grayson was the whole embodiment of a man in love. He looked as if he found the one thing he was searching for. It was correct, he had found you. He looked at you breathlessly, almost as if he ran to come see you.

“Hey - How have you been?” Richard questions, moving closer to you when he noticed you did not step away. You place the item you had in your hands carefully in the cart.

“It’s been well, how about you?” You question, moving your cart forward. He follows along, almost nervous to lose sight of you.

“It could be better.”

You hum in response, moving to grab the next item. You survey the ingredients, but put it down once you realize it contained the one thing Peter could not digest.

“Right now isn’t the correct time or place to talk about us,” Richard begins, looking hesitant, “But, I do want you to know. I’ve never cheated on you or Kory. Kory - she’s the mother of my child, Mar’i, but we’re not together.”

You pause to give him a look. Raising your eyebrow, you shake your head, “You’re right, Richard. Right now isn't the time or place to do this.” You sigh, catching eyes with Peter who was staring from across the aisle. He was frozen, looking at Richard and back at you.

“I think…I’m free tomorrow, in the afternoon, if you want to talk. But please understand, I hold no negative feelings towards you.”

Richard takes a deep breath, “Okay. I can do tomorrow.” He follows your line of sight, his breathing halting when he makes eye contact with Parker. “Do you - Do you know Parker?”

“Yes,” you respond simply, “He was my guest from the other day. Permanent guest, he’s staying with me.”

He nods, his shoulders drooping when he notices how hesitant Peter was to come towards him. When Parker is near, he gives Richard a soft greeting as he places some items in the cart.

You bid goodbye to Richard. He watches from afar as Parker walks ahead of your cart, pulling it along with you.

He hoped it was true. He truly hoped Parker was the son he has with you in the future.

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“Thank you for this, you won’t regret it.” Dick smiles, happy to see you near him. “I’m sorry for not communicating with you properly, I’m sorry.”

You stir the drink in your hand, tapping on the side rhythmically. “I don’t understand why you would keep them hidden from me. Richard, I’d never judge you for this. Truly.”

“I’m sorry,” Richard repeats, “I- not many people take well of me being a single father. I trust you, I do, but I was scared of what you would think.”

You stayed quiet, taking everything in. Looking at the side, to the window, you watch as the sun begins to go down. “I…I haven’t been honest either.”

"Family is a big thing to me, it’s something I’ve always dreamed of, Richard.” You are a liar. Truly. For a moment - just a moment, you had almost told him of the lives you had lost. But - was it truly something you had lost? Did it count? They weren't from here, you knew this. You weren't from here. They didn't exist.

Your voice shakes, looking at Richard sadly, “Family is the biggest reason why I’m still here, I yearn to have one. When I thought you were being…unfaithful to another, it hurt.”

You sigh, shaking your head, “I’m projecting, I apologize. But I didn’t want to be the reason for a broken family.”

“You won’t,” Richard promises, reaching out his hand to hold your own that were still shaking, “I’ve spoken to Kory. She’s ecstatic that I have you. I hope to continue to have you as my most cherished loved one alongside Mar’i, if you’d have me again.”

“Dick…” You whisper, looking at him wistfully, “There is so much you don’t know.”

“I understand that, I do."

“What is grief if not love persevering.” You smile, Dick shifts closer to you, leaning his forehead on yours. He smiles at you. A weight is lifted off his shoulders, seeing you accept him back into your life.

“We start slow. If there’s anything I should know, you don’t need to tell me now, but please, don’t let me find out some other way.” Dick nods in agreement.

The moment was broken when his phone started vibrating maniacally on the table. He knew his phone was silenced from any notifications. It had to be important. Picking it up, he reads through the alert. You see his eyes widen in worry.

“Dick? What’s going on?” You question him as he abruptly stands up.

“I’m so sorry, all forces are being sent downtown… Spider-Man just appeared again and there’s orders to subdue him by any means necessary. The GCPD have been trying to get him, and I think today is that day.”

“Why him?” You question Dick as he moves towards the door, “He’s just a kid, don’t hurt him.”

“I’m sorry.” At this rate, he was unable to defy the words of Batman himself.

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Peter was scared. He was scared. It was dark, but he knew that his fights with all the Bats combined had left him renderless. Tricked by their plan, he had thought he would only be seeing Red Robin today. How wrong he was.

He leans down on his knees, heaving from the bruises on his rib. He had difficulty breathing and he hoped nothing was punctured.

It’s okay. Everything’s okay.

His senses alert him to a presence behind him. He’s tired, but he stills when he hears the familiar click of a gun. The smell from the man behind him increased - he was angry.

“What have you done now, you brat,” The man utters, poking Peter’s head with the gun. “I’ve warned you to leave. I told you what would happen if you didn’t leave.”

Peter doesn’t say anything but he tenses once more when he hears the signs that there was more. More people watching.

“Hood, stand down.” A voice calls out, “He won’t do anything stupid, he knows he’s surrounded.” Nightwing sighs, as he crouches in front of Peter’s masked face.

He hears someone else scoff, “Foolish to let your guard down.” Robin stands behind Nightwing, alongside Red Robin who observes quietly.

He notices two other figures in the dark, waiting as backup.

“Batman will arrive shortly. ETA five minutes, keep Spider-Man there.”

He tenses at the voice coming from Nightwing’s comms, and he knows that Red Robin noticed.

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” He weakly argues, “We’ve been working alongside each other for ages. Please.”

“Batman doesn’t allow unknown meta’s in Gotham City.” Robin responds instead, “We do not know your identity, therefore you are a threat.”

“I- I haven’t hurt anyone.” Peter weakly responds, he’s losing his vision. He knows this. But he has to do something. He knew he had the abilities to do something. Act quickly Peter.

Watch out!

His senses override as he tumbles away from the shot Red Hood aims at his legs. The bullet narrowly misses him. He’s at the edge now, as his body sluggishly moves against the others who surrounded him once more.

It’s okay.

His senses begin to hum, zoning in on the emotion that had begun to overpower him. Someone else was coming - he knew it all too well. His ally was here. He felt safe. He’s safe. He knew. He didn’t have to fight anymore.

Red Hood raises his gun once more as the others tell him to stand down. Their words mush together as he feels the pain begin to dull.

Before Red Hood could shoot his leg, his gun flew out of his grip. Red consumes his vision, as he doubles down in pain. The green inside of him is overpowered by an unknown entity. He can’t see. He’s in so much pain. Memories flash against his eyes - the entity was pulling at his memories, forcing things he did not want to remember out. He sees everything. He sees his pain.

He knows Nightwing is near. The memories of Dick Grayson consume him. His brother. His first meeting. The small moments they had together. Everything was pushing against his brain and it hurt so bad.

“Ah. I understand now,” He hears a familiar voice utter softly.

The pain disappears. He takes a gasp of fresh air. When his vision returns, all he sees is you.

You stand in front of Spider-Man, tilting your head in a direction that makes Jason’s whole body freeze up. He hears Dick utter your name, shocked to see you right in front of him.

You. It was you. Still dressed in the same clothes you met Dick Grayson in, stared at them. Your eyes are tinged with red, as well as your fingertips.

Effortlessly, your hands move. The two figures watching move towards the group, red engulfing their beings. Red Robin and Robin alike are on their knees, red consuming them as well.

You had only left Dick Grayson alone.

“I told you, didn’t I?” You mutter softly, staring at Dick with pure sadness. “Don’t let me find some other way.”

He utters your name, but he is pushed to the floor. Red overrides his eyes, he feels a pressure against his chest that he cannot remove.

"Hello? Is anyone there - Batman's ETA is - hello-" They hear Oracle scream. Their comms are cut short.

How easy it was to get through to her.

They hear Spider-Man call your name as well. But he did not sound afraid - he sounded relieved.

You carefully walk towards Spider-Man, crouching down to his level, you sigh softly, "They never let you rest do they." You pat his masked head - he leans into you as he sniffs. He is in pain, but for a moment, he rests.

The others, despite the intense pain they are experiencing are gobsmacked at the both of you. You - how you held Spider-Man like how a mother held their child. Red Hood's breathe hicks when he notices you look up at them all.

"What you are all experiencing...it is his pain encompassing your own." You direct to them and somehow, your smile is still soft. "I do apologize, for how abrupt I came." You sigh once more, tapping your cheek, "But once I heard from Richard - of all people that Spider-Man was to be captured. Well. I just had to do something."

You hear another arrive at that point. Your smile widens, staring at the big bat. Batman, as quiet as ever, surveys the others on the floor. But, instead of attacking, he too sits calmly. Too calmly.

When the others look, they see the red.

He too, was stuck. No matter how much he fortressed his own mind. He was not prepared for you. Nobody here will ever truly be prepared for everything you entail.

"I've tried," You mutter to Spider-Man softly, "I really tried to live a happy life here. But once again, I've been pulled back into a world with heroes." You sneer the last word towards the vigilantes who stiffen at your words.

"I was okay with accepting one hero. Spider-Man was fine, I knew him once before - I've watched him grow." You step towards Nightwing, shaking your head. "I accepted you into my life. Richie Wayne. I was warned about you - but I should have read this-" you jab at his head angrily, "from the beginning."

"I do not enjoy being lied to. The exact opposite, really. Heroes - or vigilantes should I say, are prone to being liars after all, so I should have expected it."

You hear Nightwing call your name. He was fighting against your hold so earnestly. "Please- don't do anything drastic. My-my love please, I'm so sorry. I was going to tell you-please." He whimpers, his head sagging from the pain consuming him.

Before you are able to respond, everyone present hears a hypnotic hum. The red consuming them tilts their head forward, towards the body of another woman floating towards them.

She continues to hum, as if she has not spoken for ages. Her dark silhouette, as beautiful and ethereal as ever continues her descent. She smiles, ever so softly. She murmurs, small, yet various whispers bring a calm to the ones present.

The Scarlet Witch, smiles hypnotically at the Bats. She skims her way through them, releasing them from their holds.

You hear the gasps of breaths they all take, but none move an inch. Red Hood shakes in his fervor, the greens coming back in full force. Red Robin shivers, holding himself closely as Robin, who fought effortlessly, leans to take full gasps of air.

"Ever so lucky, you vigilantes are." You mutter, as the Scarlet Witch returns to you from her venture to the Batcave - after all, she had found Oracle herself.

"It is time to go," You usher Spider-Man along, "They will hurt you no longer, my child."

And as it was once, you look back at Nightwing. "You will regret this until the end of your time. If you come for him again, I will not hesitate to ruin you." You smile.

Then in a quiet whisper, you are gone.

This moment, as all others where they've done this exact thing - of capturing Spider-Man over and over again will be forgotten. It was only this time, when you included yourself in the equation.

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Richard Grayson will search. He will search. But not for Spider-Man, whose sightings have been caught again and again. Despite the orders given by Batman, he only searched for one person. The rest of his family, although they were confused, also stopped their own search for Spider-Man - they felt weird to do so.

You.

He searched for you. His love. The one he wanted to spend his own life with. But, his endeavors were fruitless - anywhere he went, all he was met with confusion.

Nobody knew who you were. The coffee shop you frequented, the grocery store you went on and on about because of their sales. Your bakery, had been renamed under Natasha, who had been so confused when he asked for you.

"I'm sorry, we don't have anyone who works here with that name." Natasha smiles, "But, I can feel free to take your order."

Mar'i, as excited as ever to be spending time with her father, rattles out her own order in excitement. Natasha turns to him, as he provides the order he knew was your favorite.

He sighs, walking out of the bakery. It had been weeks, and even his family, who had experiences your powers first hand, had no clue who he was talking about. Even once, Tim had went up to him, handing him an un-named folder that even he was confused about. "I think I was doing this for you."

He sighs, as he continues down the street.

Mar'i is walking ahead of him, jumping over cracks to 'avoid breaking her mothers back.' He watches her, unaware of his surroundings.

When a women walks by him, his whole body tenses. The overwhelming scent of you is pushed forth. Whether it was your own natural scent or the perfumes - even his own colognes that you used, he would recognize you. He turns, eyes wide as the woman continues walking.

He recognizes the familiar figure - he calls out your name. He watches you pass and turn. He loses his breath when he sees you. His love. He knew it was you from the moment you locked eyes.

You smile and you wave. Another person blocks his vision and once they moved - you were gone.

He must have been seeing things.

"Daddy?" Mar'i questions, now next to him as she bunches his pant leg in her hands, "Who was that?"

At that moment, he knew. He knew you were real.

And he will find you.

Till death did its part.

#x reader #dc universe #reader insert #dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #crossover #dc universe x marvel universe #dc x reader #richard grayson x reader

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s0lairee · 6 months ago

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*CRACKS KNUCKLES* ALRIIIIGHT

here's why you should vote for me:

i've been a day one vincent fan. he was the first character i listened to almost two years ago and i fell in love immediately. he has and always will be my number one 👹👹

my bio already says i'm the world's biggest vincent fan - this would just make it real 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

also my entire blog is vincent themed. the username, the color palette (color picked from his crown video rip solaire crown), and my intro post. i made this blog bc i wanted to yap about him.

i cried when he left the house COUGHCOUGH i also wrote a longass analysis post for no reason whatsoever. and here's this post about his mom?? i have a fic draft about his mom that i need to finish oops

on my birthday i reblogged every vincent art post i could find as a lil treat to myself

my friends can attest i am a Freak about him

actually. literally anyone who has drawn vincent can attest i am a Freak about him. im sorry for being weird in your notes please vote for me

im literally obsessed w drawing him he's sooo prettyboy

my phone's lockscreen is a vincent wallpaper @moonvalley94 made for me

when i moved the very first bed sheets i bought were red satin (i couldn't find silk) bc of him HFJKLASJDGHJK

i have a vincent sticker on my laptop

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there's way more that i can't find bc i refer to him as vin, vinnie, vince, or "IVNICENNENT" sometimes :,) anyways. haha. vinnie solaire amirite. haha im sooo normal about him (vote for me) (thanks)

#this is SO unserious i apologize #im having so much fun #i laughed my ass off during this i hope u do too #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #jo speaks #redacted awards 2024 #redacted audio vincent #redacted asmr vincent #redacted vincent #vincent solaire

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starspangleywrites · 1 month ago

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Steve Headcanons pt. 2:

[I once again came up with a bunch of headcanoncs bc I am delulu and think y'all need more Steve content hehe 💪😌✨️

I added some preserum Steve elements to the story as well which I hope you'll like. Enjoy!]

-Reader meets Steve before he becomes a supersoldier and you date for a while. He would be the most respectful, kind gentleman (that we know him as) and honestly just a cutie in general. He'd show up with books you mentioned you wanted to read, curling up with you under a blanket while reading out loud to you. Would probably be too panicked to move when you fall asleep, scared he might if he just breathes a little too hard. You of course, don't and he soon follows suit, falling asleep right with you. He would bring snacks, hug and hold you when you had an especially bad day, but also making you laugh like no one else. Before he manages to get drafted, he proposes to you. You stood there, surprised for a moment and he quickly stammered: "I know I know, we are still very young and you got drafted not so long ago, but just in case anything happens during the war I at least felt like it was right to ask. I can't let you go without you knowing how much I love you and I want a life with you after the war is over. I promise to return to you." You were practically in tears at this point, and you embraced him, cupped his face and kissed him. "Of course I will."

-You gave him a good dose of tongue lashing when finding out he had been drafted too, (commiting a federal crime but oops) and he assured you he would be safe and that you don't have to worry, which didn't help ease your anxiety at all. However, if by sheer luck or fate, you ended up serving in the army right beside him, becoming the platoon nurse.

-When he volunteered for the serum, you fought tooth and nail for him to stop being so reckless, to which he insisted on serving his country as best as he could, that he would try to do this one good thing. This of course hurt you, because that could mean he would leave you by yourself, maybe breaking the promise he made you. You stormed off, leaving Steve sighing and shaking his head.

-It was almost two days after that argument, when you heard a knock on the door to the nurse's office. You sniffled and wiped the tear streaming from your face as you cleared your throat. "Come in!" The doorhandle turned and in came your husband- now entirely different. The big muscular (and very handsome) man standing in front of you looked at you unsure of how you'd react. Your vision blurred and you stumbled across the room to him, tears streaming down your face again. You grabbed Steve by the collar. "Don't you EVER scare me like that again!!" He embraced you tightly without saying a word, kissing the top of your head and rocking you both. "You are such a stubborn, reckless idiot." You sobbed into his shoulder, voice muffled by the fabric of his army shirt. "I know honey, I know." He whispered. "I'm sorry." You managed to calm down enough to tell him how you spent the past two day thinking he would die, how you have been scared to hear the news of his passing. He apologized to you profusely, hugging and kissing you til you weren't as angry with him anymore. He promised not to be this reckless again. (The man's middle names are probably Reckless and Grant but ok. Guess we'll take it for now.)

(We're jumping way ahead now but bear with me.)

So say both you and Steve somehow ended up frozen and you reunited after all those years, reconnecting and living as a married couple for the first time.

-He would rarely go to bed or fall asleep first, but when he did he would wake up to you climbing into bed next to him. He'd shift himself closer and almost immediately put his arm around you, snuggling into your neck, kissing you softly before falling back asleep.

-He is 100% the type of man to wake up in the middle of the night (usually after a nightmare), put the blanket back over you and hold you closer, listening to your peaceful breathing before falling back asleep.

-When he goes for his morning run and you wake up, groaning and begging him to stay, he places small kisses on your lips, forehead, cheeks, neck and nose promising he will return soon and that you should fall back asleep. When he does get back, he sits down on your side of the bed and kisses your face softly. "Goodmorning baby." You inhale sharply and open your eyes. "Come back to bed my love." you say groggily and he smiles. "I would my darling, but I really need a shower. Care to join me?" You stretch, scrunching your face. "Mmmph. Fine I'll get up." He chuckled, getting of the bed to walk into the bathroom. "That's my good girl."

-Says he can't cook but will still try to learn from you, from the internet and books he'd come across. He would still ask for your help just in case, but manages just fine usually. Always makes you taste test, making sure you like it before serving.

(I'll probably come up with more in the future so be on the lookout for these! Lmk what you think!💞)

#steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #captain america imagines #steve rogers #steve x reader #avengers imagine #marvel #marvel imagine #avengers #captain america #captain america x reader #married! steve rogers x reader #pre serum steve #pre serum steve rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #steverogers fanfic #pre endgame steve rogers

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wnbawag · 6 months ago

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Don't Let Your Intrusive Thoughts Win Part 5

Pairing: Breanna Stewart x OC!Griffin

Summary: Griffin, the 9th 2024 WNBA draft pick, was an unusual case, coming out of the University of Kentucky. You see, Griffin was short. Not just WNBA short, like short short. Like Griffin was barely 5’2. The Liberty, the team she was drafted to, loved to call her the shortest player of all time, but Griffin loved to 1. Remind them that Shannon Bobbitt was also 5’2 and 2. That she was definitely taller than Shannon. So she was the second shortest WNBA player of all time. The Liberty would roll their eyes at her, basically as one.

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1.7k

Note: I'm realizing now I never gave this poor child a last name. If you read these notes, send me a suggestion. Sorry to Emily, someone on the Mystics had to get on Stewie's shit list and that ended up being you 🫡.

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Two games down, preseason over, and the team would be heading to Washington to play the Mystics in just two days.

Griffin didn’t play in the second preseason game against Connecticut. The game had been closer than Sandy would have liked and both rookies stayed benched. The result of the close game? Absolutely insane workouts for the days following.

The final roster for the Liberty was announced and Griffin had been so excited to see her name on it, finally feeling secure in her placement in Brooklyn.

It was the last practice before heading to Washington tomorrow. Griffin had finished up in the locker room and walked out with Sloot, seeing Stewie waiting for her outside, this time with the rest of the team.

“I’ve made the executive decision, guys,” Sabrina was telling the team.

“We need a pre-first game movie night, tonight, my place. You guys can go home and change and whatnot but at 7pm sharp I expect all of you to be in my living room. No excuses.” Sabrina spoke with such a finality that no one argued, just giving their agreement and then parting ways.

A movie night?

Well this should be fun.

—

Stewie came to Griffin’s door to pick her up this time. She didn’t quite trust the rookie to not get lost in the dark, even though she knew she was being silly.

They literally lived in neighboring buildings.

The subway ride was short, the teammates chatted about random stuff, mostly Stewie talking about nonsense while Griffin was slightly worried about her first trip to Sabrina’s house and her first team hangout.

They had all hung out at Barclays, obviously, but Griffin had never been to one at someone’s house.

Stewie led the way to Sabrina’s building, knowing where she was going. As they took the elevator to her floor and walked down the hall, Griffin was already regretting not bringing a sweatshirt or something, Sabrina’s floor was cold.

She was trying to be subtle about her shivering, not catching Stewie’s eye on her.

Before Stewie knocked, she pulled her own sweatshirt over her head. Leaving her in just a white tank top that made Griffin’s mouth water … for some reason.

‘Maybe I just really want a white tank top?’

“Hey rook, I’m hot. Hold this for me, will you?” Stewie tossed the sweatshirt to Griffin, who awkwardly held the UConn sweatshirt.

Stewie rolled her eyes at the younger girl.

“Actually, just put it on, Sabrina keeps her house freezing and you’ll probably get cold since you’re like … tiny,” Griffin’s mouth fell open in protest, about to throw the sweatshirt back at Stewie before the taller one grabbed it back and pulled it over Griffin’s head before she could protest.

“Oops, it’s already on, guess you have to wear it now,” Stewie smirked and knocked on the door, effectively ending the argument before it started.

Griffin groaned and pulled the offending item the rest of the way on, trying to ignore how small it made her feel, how far it fell past her ass, how good it smelled, when Sabrina opened the door and hurried them in.

Griffin was doing just fine, thank you for asking.

—

After finally agreeing on watching Godzilla: King of the Monsters, everyone was settling down either on the couch or in chairs scattered around Sabrina’s small living room.

Griffin had excused herself to use the bathroom prior to this, so when she walked back in, every spot was taken.

JJ noticed this first and giggled out loud.

“Sorry rook, I guess you get the floor,” The team let out a few chuckles and Sabrina stood, offering to find another chair.

“Sab we all know these are all you have,” Stewie piped up from the armchair she was manspreading in.

“Rookie’s little, she can share with me,” Sabrina and the rest of the team seemed to agree to that, sitting back and turning on the movie.

Griffin froze, share with Stewie? Griffin knew she was little but there was no room beside Stewie in that chair.

Stewie saw her hesitance and reached out a long arm to encircle her waist, pulling her over. She maneuvered the rookie in between her spread legs and pulled her back to sit on a thigh.

Griffin felt her breath catch in her throat, she tried to not seem awkward but was stiff as a board, perched on Stewie’s thigh.

Stewie, on the other hand, was enjoying the little bit of what she had decided was gay panic that was written across Griffin’s face and mannerisms.

She took a little bit of pity on the obviously struggling Griffin and reached a large hand to wrap around the girl’s hip.

Unlike Griffin (who thought she was about to die), she fully acknowledged how she could basically wrap a hand from Griffin’s back to her front, enjoying how small the rookie was.

Stewie tugged Griffin back, using her other hand to wrap around to Griffin’s chest and push her backwards until she was laying against Stewie’s chest.

“You can relax rookie, I won’t bit,” She murmured in Griffin’s ear, letting the hand that was on her hip rest on Griffin’s upper thigh.

Griffin gave her a giggle she hoped sounded natural and tried to relax into the 6 ‘4 basketball player.

Tried to ignore the growing heat between her legs while she was at it.

—

Griffin’s first away game went about as well as she could have hoped. It was a tight game, the Liberty pulled a win at the end with a final score of 85-80.

Griffin was proud to have played 9 minutes between the second and third quarter, bringing in 13 points for her team during her time on the court.

This game was a bit different, stress level wise. This game mattered, the Liberty was after a 1st seed placement this season, and this was the first of many games they needed to win.

Griffin noticed this immediately when Stewie was so focused, she didn’t talk to her really. She was focused at shoot-around and had been pretty quiet in the locker room, only going over some plays briefly with Sabrina and JJ.

Griffin told herself this was normal behavior, Stewie was the unofficial leader of the team and needed to be focused.

She told herself she shouldn’t even care.

And she didn’t .

She definitely didn’t.

Even when she took the court in the second quarter, Stewie didn’t flash her that big grin or tell her “good shot” after she made a basket. She just sent her a nod and ran back for the next play.

And that was perfectly fine.

That was how basketball was normally.

And Griffin felt completely fine with that.

By the fourth quarter, Stewie was frustrated and was passionately telling her team what they needed to be doing in the timeout huddle.

Griffin wasn’t sure why she was suddenly feeling wetness between her thighs.

But the team pulled off the win by 5 points. Stewie didn’t even seem to celebrate, just clapped her teammate’s hands before going with JJ to do the post-game interview on the sidelines.

Griffin cheered her other teammates on as they jogged to the bench. Sabrina, Sloot, and Nyara all gave her big smiles and high fives.

Griffin was so caught up in it, she didn’t notice a certain tall Mystics blonde making her way over to their bench.

A soft hand on her shoulder jerked her back to reality.

She grinned and turned, expecting to see Breanna when she came face to face with a tattooed blonde.

“Hi, I’m Emily, I just wanted to come say you played really well and that I hope you keep having a great rookie season,” The friendly blonde gave Griffin a comforting smile and a shoulder squeeze, making Griffin feel just the slightest bit better about the whole … Stewie situation.

“Thank you! You played awesome, I really enjoyed watching you!” Being brand new to the league, Griffin was excited to be meeting more players. New friends were never a bad thing.

Right?

Stewie, who was across the court shooting daggers at Emily, thought differently.

“Thanks! Is there any chance I could get your number? Next time you’re in Washington or I’m in Brooklyn, maybe I could take you for a drink,” Emily finished the sentence with a wink, leaving Griffin slightly flustered.

Griffin wasn’t gay, this must just be a friendly drink, no one would possibly suspect she was gay!

Griffin agreed and, with the sharpie that Emily seemed to procure out of thin air, she began writing her number on whatever not-tattooed skin she could find.

This little encounter was Stewie’s final straw.

She ended the interview and began striding over to where Griffin and Emily stood.

“Hey Bre, whatcha doing,” JJ said, catching an arm around Breanna’s middle and successfully slowing her down.

“Gonna kill Emily,”

“No you’re not, other people can talk to Griffin, let’s remember that,” Breanna swung around and fixed JJ with a glare.

“Of course they can, Emily’s just not good for her,” JJ rolled her eyes, it was bad enough she had to listen to Breanna ramble on about how cool Griffin was and how good at basketball Griffin was and oh you had pasta for dinner? Griffin likes pasta, it was exhausting.

“Bre, your boner is showing,”

This threw Stewie off for a second, before she was more pissed than before, throwing JJ’s arm off of her and storming over to Griffin and Emily.

Emily clocked Stewie first, not catching on to her pissed off face and smilied, waving at the taller woman.

“Hey Breanna! I was just talking to your newest rookie, telling her how good she played,” Stewie fixed Emily with a glare, making the tattooed woman immediately back down.

Stewie took the sharpie out of Griffin’s hand, put it back in Emily’s and let her hand snake around Griffin’s back to rest on her hip.

“That’s really nice of you, Emily. Griffin has to go now, team stuff, we’ll see you at the next game,” Stewie didn’t wait for Emily’s answer, simply turning Griffin on her heels and leading her back to the locker room.

“Text me!” Emiliy called after them.

“I will,” Griffin shot back with a smile.

Stewie’s hand tightened around Griffin’s hip, bringing her attention back to the blue eyes that were piercing down through her own.

“No you won’t,”

Griffin swallowed, that wetness from earlier was returning between her thighs.

“No I won’t,”

#wnbawag #breanna stewart x reader #wnba x reader #wbb x reader

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infiniteglitterfall · 9 months ago

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OMG, COULD EVERYONE PLEASE STOP IMMEDIATELY BELIEVING AND REPEATING DISINFORMATION?!

Sorry, I just. Was just on Twitter, and I snapped.

I literally haven't seen one true statement about Israel on social media in MONTHS.

It's gotten to the point that I'm seriously considering starting a sideblog fact-checking all of it.

PLEASE STOP BEING GARFIELD I AM BEGGING ALL OF YOU

BE NERMAL FOR FUCK'S SAKE.

I've written at least one really long post about fact-checking things before. I have another saved as a draft somewhere.

But all you really have to do at this point is GO LOOK AT AN ACTUAL NEWS SOURCE.

What do I mean by an Actual News Source?

An actual news source will tell you where it's getting its information.

Basically: Wikipedia rules apply at all times. Citation. Fucking. Needed.

Except with news articles, I don't mean a detailed footnote.

I mean, if they say, "Rosco Flubberish reported seeing a pig fly across Whatever Place. 'It was a flying pig,' he said," they're fine.

If they say, "Sources close to the President reported that the Department of Farmland Creatures launched a pig into the air this afternoon," they're fine.

If they say, "There have also been reports that pigs flew," they are purely making shit up.

Just check CNN or something. CNN checks their shit, and they're very quick on the draw.

NBC has been very reliable too, in my experience. So have ABC, Newsweek, the Jerusalem Post, the Guardian, the New York Times, the AP, PBS, the Washington Post, and Reuters.

You can break through most paywalls by putting archive.is or 12ft.io before the https:// of the URL. Or just go to either of those sites and paste the URL in the box.

Nobody is perfect. I've seen some articles from all of the above that were accurate, but left things out that I personally thought were important.

Journalists are humans, humans fuck up.

(Also, NONE OF THIS APPLIES TO OPINION PIECES ON ANY TOPIC. Opinion pieces are exactly that: opinions. They don't seem to be fact-checked anywhere, as far as I can tell. They range from super-accurate and informative to complete nonsense.)

(Surprisingly unreliable sources in my experience: Democracy Now, Jacobin, Workers World Party. The latter two act like news sites but are basically running nothing but opinion pieces; Democracy Now can do important deep dives, but I've also seen news coverage from it that was wildly misinformed in that same way.

On the flip side, Slate and the Atlantic are largely opinion -- the Atlantic more than Slate, maybe -- but they often have really well-researched analysis of political situations. Ditto Teen Vogue, and sometimes Vox.)

You don't have to read CNN or the NYT or whateverfor fun. You don't have to make it one of your news sources.

Just. Do a quick check on Google News before you assume anything is true, and then run it through a bullshit filter as described above.

You are being actively lied to, all the time. So am I. We all are.

And people will believe and repeat literally anything that sounds about right.

That's just human nature.

That is WHY none of us are immune to propaganda.

if you want my personal shortlist of Bad Sources, as in Sources That Consistently Publish Absolute Falsehoods:

Any and all state-owned or state-controlled media. For example:

Al Jazeera is owned by the Qatari government, and so are a bunch of other news sites.

Mehr News, the Tehran Times, Al-Quds TV, and Al-Alam are owned by the dictatorship of Iran.

Oops. Looks like every form of broadcast Iranian news media is owned by the dictatorship of Iran, which has a monopoly.

Palestinian Broadcasting Corporation, Palestinian News and Info Agency, and Al-Hayat Al-Jadida are owned by the government of Palestine (the Palestinian Authority)

Al-Aqsa TV and Felesteen are owned by Hamas.

TASS / Russia News Agency, Russia Today, and a fuckton of others are owned by the Russian government.

State Media Monitor seems to do a pretty great job of tracking and listing these things. Check out your own country there!

I specifically listed those ones because some of them (especially Al Jazeera, Mehr News, and TASS) are sites I've seen come up frequently on Tumblr, or in my attempts to fact-check what people are saying here and on Twitter. The rest are just more examples from the same governments.

Al Jazeera deserves special notice because it's become a very popular leftist news source. Believe me, I used to read it all the time too.

It can be reliable and accurate sometimes. But:

It consistently tweets things that are unsourced, never appear anywhere else, and that would be big news you'd expect it to follow up on if they were true. It seems to be following a strategy of "tweet every rumor you hear in case it's true, so you can get the scoop."

It also does this with its liveblogs of the war. And ALL its coverage of the war at this point is liveblogs. So things that are verifiably true will run right next to things that are complete hearsay, but are too long to just tweet.

This is especially dangerous because as far as I can tell, Al Jazeera doesn't delete anything that turns out to be false.

I've also seen regular news articles in Al Jazeera, on multiple topics, that veer from Absolutely True Statements to Wildly Exaggerated Numbers and Speculation. Stuff you wouldn't expect a source on, like statistics or descriptions. And there's no way to tell the difference unless you already know a topic really well, or are fact-checking them while you read.

One especially terrible example, from Gazan activist Ahmed Fouad Alkhatib:

Al Jazeera has never posted or published a correction.

Alkhatib has also blamed it for destabilizing the region, although he's exaggerating about it being Hamas's official propaganda outlet:

TL;DR: If you see a Tumblr post making any kind of factual news statement without a link, at this point you need to assume it is absolutely not true. And either scroll on past, or go check Google News.

If there IS a link, you need to click through to see what it's from and what it actually says.

(Honestly, you need to do that with Wikipedia too. I've repeatedly clicked through on citations that absolutely did not say what the article implied they did.)

And pro tip: on mobile, you can just smack a button to sort Google's news results by most recent, and it helps A LOT. There's gotta be a way to do the same on desktop, but if there is, it's not immediately visible, which sucks.

#fact checking #critical thinking #you are not immune to propaganda #none of us are immune to propaganda #don't be Garfield #be nermal #israel gaza war #all eyes on palestine #i actually have seen accurate statements on Reddit I'm just not gonna count that because it's not the kind of social media I'm referring to #okay I've seen accurate statements about Israel on social media but rarely and not from a mainstream audience #that's a much more complicated conversation and it's not relevant here #honestly the Nation is surprisingly accurate but it can definitely veer into Opinion and it ain't opinion you wanna hear #the Economist is also usually accurate i could go on all night and i don't wanna #if it's from sayruq or that April account or el-shab-hussein it's never true as far as i can tell and I'm so so so tired #like please everyone just stop I'm too autistic for this #actuallyautistic #wall of words

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Two broken make a whole; chapter 6

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Yup, back again.

Please be aware, this is the first smut i have ever written (yes its been in my drafts that long) and one can only do so much to save a catastrophe. :,) The foreplay is way too detailed for my taste, but somehow i just couldnt cut it. Lots of kissing omg, this rlly is kinda mid, sorry.

Warnings: Smut, masturbation, fingering, ¿loss of virginity?, probably some corruption, awkwardness, fluff, worried reader, tender Loki, big time jump

Wordcount:~4.300 of pure filth and brainless fluff (oops)

Or in other words: that escalated quickly

Its now been a little over 6 months the gods have been living here. While you enjoy Thor being here and notice Loki settle in as well, one thing becomes clearer with each passing day.

Loki is your kryptonite. You have never felt such a strong attraction to anybody. His constant flirting and teasing do not make it any easier.

Its like hes been pestering you on purpose after that unfortunate mission months ago. Everywhere you went, he just casually appeared or was already there. Hell, even the helipad wasnt safe.

And the cocky demeanour and ambiguous statements really have been takeing down your walls one brick at a time. Its quite embaressing how quickly one god can wreck the walls youve built up for as long as you can remember.

So now youre here, late at nigh, lying in bed after an eventful, tiring, day. But of course, you couldnt sleep.

You didn't mean to, but you thought of Loki. You've never had relations with somebody before, at least not that you remember of, which is problematic at your age and with your stress level.

Maybe thats why your body is reacting so ferociously to Loki. The thought of him is makeing you all tingly, you cant help but sigh in pent up sexual frustration.

You are engrossed in finding relief and relaxation, which doesn't always work for you. Actually never, yeah, you've never managed to climax before. Or maybe you just expected more of a feeling? You are not quite sure. But it defently isnt satisfying your need.

You concentrate on your movements, in your imagination you see Loki in front of you. You've seen him shirtless a few times, which worsened your interest even further. Damn why must he be a hot villain too.

Well, he is an ally now, yes, but he is still Loki Laufeyson.

You keep concentrating, attempting to avoid thining of him, trying to picture hot actors or just anybody but him.

Suddenly your dark room brightens with a green shimmer.

Loki appears and you quickly hide under your covers.

"I know you're awake Y/N," the intruder says. You don't answer and pretend to be asleep.

"I heard your rapid breathing as I passed your door. I know what I'm interrupting." he teases in a singsong voice.

Damn how embarrassing, your breath catches in your throat.

"Oh, don't be embarrassed. Unless you were thinking about me Y/N, of course that would be a rather peculiar situation, huh?" he purrs provocatively, his voice getting even closers.

He can read minds, you know that, but you didn't think he could do it without even seeing the person.

"Oh, so you're not even denying it. Interesting. There's quite a bit I can do that you don't know about, kitten.", he continues.

Goosebumps form all over you, leaving you to shiver under the covers. He's right next to your bed.

"So Y/N, are you in need of assistance?", you can hear the smirk in his voice.

You try to think of nothing which is near impossible when consciously trying. Especially in the middle of getting yourself off.

"I heard your thoughts before, about you finding it hard to get a high. I just want to help you."

"How long were you listenig you little shit?!", you snap, throwing the blanket off your face huffing.

"Long enough to know how desperate you are."

"Cant you just leave and forget about this, please?", you mumble ashamed.

"But where is the fun in that? Come on now, its a win for both of us. Promise I wont tell.", he sits down at the edge of your bed.

Should you just accept? As soon as that thought crosses your mind, you get nervous. Cheeks burning, hands sweaty and heart racing.

"Do you fancy me that much, getting nervous like this?", he asks grinning.

You dont know if you should punch him or fuck him right now. He is so infuriating.

"I dont fancy you! Its just my hormones going crazy ok? Dont flatter yourself!", you hiss. Why must he torture you like this?

"Yea sure it is.", he says sarcastically.

You dont respond.

"Oh come on Y/N, do you really think you can finally reach your high this time? Just take it as a favor."

He sounds so sincere all of a sudden, what the hell? Well, god of mischief and lies, aint he?

"A favor? Dont act like you dont just want an easy girl for a night, but i am anything but easy.", you scoff bitterly. If there is one thing your job taught you, its to be suspicious of everything and everyone.

He sighs, "No, I dont think of you as easy. I admit I havent engaged in sexual activities for quite some time either, but what of it? It would stay between us, we would both profit from it."

He really sounds thruthful and his tone is kind of... tender? And for a moment the though of just accepting the offer crosses your mind again. It sounds simple enough, but you just dont know if you can trust him.

"Listen, I am entirely truthful right now. What would I gain by bragging about having sex with you? I am no school boy seeking validation Y/N. I believe here on Midgard you say, 'A gentleman doesnt tell.'."

"Will you please stay out of my thoughts?!"

"I can do that.", he smirks.

It actually makes sense though, he isnt friends with the others, why would he tell them? "Ok Loki, just promise me again, this stays between the two of us.", you awkwardly reach out your hand to him, attempting to seal the deal by a handshake.

He, however, grabs your hand and places a gentle kiss on your knuckles, "I promise. I know the past has not been kind to you either, I wish no harm to you.".

This gesture throws you off completely, you are not used to such tender affection. Your worry about trusting him eases a bit, a smile crosses your lips.

But now when you think about it, what if only he gets a profit out of it? When you cant get it yourself, what makes him so sure he will? You already expect a response from the god, but it seems he is keeping his word.

"On another note, what makes you so sure you can even help me with my *you gulp* struggle?", you ask with shaky voice.

He gives a deep chuckle, "Because I've gained some experiece in over a thousand years of living. So, shall we start?".

"Uhh, yea I guess.", as those words leave your lips, he gently sinks his lips onto yours.

You are surprised for a second, but return the kiss after a few moments. Its been some time since you kissed or made out, but you get into it pretty quickly. He leans forwart to you, one hand on your cheek. The kiss is deep with passion, his tongue asking permission to explore. You grant him entrance and he begins his route of discovery.

You grab the back of his neck, pulling him down so he is closer to you. He nibbles at your bottom lip and you cant keep a gasp from escaping you. Your tongues start to dance with each other, fighting for dominance. As you break apart for air her stops for a moment.

You hear him takeing off his shoes and crawl into your bed, now hovering over you. You cant help but giggle, seeing his determined expression lit by only the little light to your right.

You expect a cocky comment but instead your lips meet again. The kiss now just as determined as Lokis expression. It sends a warm feeling through your stomach, down to your core.

You lay your hands on his shoulders, traveling down his firm muscular arms. His hands start to wander too, from your back, over your ribs down to your waist where they stay with a firm grip.

You suck at his bottom lip and he takes a surprised breath. You smile into the kiss which leads him to lay his hands on your bare bottom and give it a hard squeeze. You let out a small yelp of surprise. He gives you a low chuckle and trails his lips off yours, down your cheek to your ear.

His hand moving up to steady himself again, the other one stroking a strand of hair from the path of his lips, he kisses behind your ear and starts nibbling at your earlobe, feeling his warm breath. You are overwhelmed with these new sensations.

Your hands travel to his chest, down his sturdy stomach, sixpack apparent to the touch. Then you wander further to the hem of his shirt, under it and up his torso again. His skin is soft. As he is assaulting your neck, he stops, "Like what youre feeling?", voice full with pride.

"Not bad, I must admit.", you giggle to which he only smirks and takes off his shirt.

Instantly your eyes wander down his bare chest and stomach. Wow. Pure eyecandy. He goes back to kissing your ear, but now the other one. The way he lets you feel him up so extensively while only gently kissing you, it feels like he wants to show you he is no threat to you. Maybe you are just imagining that, but it does make you more comfortable with the god.

As he does just that, you feel around his sides to his broad back and shoulders. And for the first time, a man above you with strong muscles does not make you panic. No, its hot. It feels strangely safe. He starts to trail down your neck, pulling down your shirt collar to reach your collarbone. You let out a tiny moan, you didnt know you were so sensitive in that spot.

You can feel your middle getting, shamefully, damp.

Lokis hand reaches the bottom of your shirt, starting to pull it up a bit. You grab his hands, stopping his movement. "What is it?", he asks hoarsly.

You swallow, "I- I was just getting a bit nervous, sorry.", you say shy.

You have quite a lot of insecurities lurking under the fabric of your shirt, accompanied by many scars, ugly reminders of past battles. While you feel more comfortable with him not harming you, letting him see all of you is still terrifying.

"Dont apologize, I'm glad you told me about it but I am without my shirt too, its only fair!", he grins.

"But then I'm completely naked!", you protest. Honestly, you are just afraid he is going to say sometehing hurtful.

"I do apologize for breaking my word but I was curious. Come on dear, I am sure you look beautiful. You can trust me.", he says so sweet, you think honey may start to drip from his lips. You blush at the sweet remark.

"Ok, just dont tell me if I prove you wrong.", you say, removing your hands from his.

"Oh nonsense my dear, even I wouldnt stoop so low. Especially when it isnt true, you are stunning.", Loki says waiting for you to trust him it seems.

You smile softly at his words, cupping his face and kissing him, leaving him gasping for air. He deepens the kiss again as you feel him slowly pulling your shirt back up.

Bare before him, you can feel his eyes before you even see them and your heart begins to race. You feel so exposed and vulnerable under his gaze, starting to move your arm to cover yourself. "Gorgeous. Ravishing, as I told you darling.", he coos.

He starts feeling up your stomach, to your ribs, settling on your breasts. Your stomach explodes with butterflies as relief washes over you.

As you start feeling around his wall of torso again he starts kissing your collar bones and boobs. You play with his hair, you always wanted to, it just looks so nice and it is as soft as it looks, smelling like lilac and mint.

You start to fondle with his scalp and can feel his shoulders relaxing. He definitely likes that. He showers your whole body with kisses and is slowly moving south, his long hair tickling you down his path. You keep massaging his head as you grip his shoulder with your free hand.

To say it pretty clearly, you are horny as fuck right now.

He is trailing down your hip, slowly moving your covers away as he is kissing down your thigh, takeing his sweet time which is, quite frankly, driving you insane. In the best way possible. As he kisses more and more to the middle of your thighs, you cant help but grip his hair firmly and letting out a small moan.

You feel your sex getting hot and twitchy. His hands are moving towars your middle and you feel a finger sliding over your lips. "So wet for me kitten, you want me to make you feel good now?", he purrs from between your thighs.

You feel his breath fanning agains your skin giving you goosebumps all over. "Yes, oh god yes.", you plead, urgency obvious.

"Say please.", he taunts, finger still stracing up and down.

"Please Loki. Please.", you plead with even more urgency.

And then finally he does; tongue caressing your most sensitive spot, hands pushing your legs apart. Your grasping at his hair harder again as you cant hold back a moan. It feels incredible. You claw into the sheets but keep your other hand in his hair, frankly, you have no control over it right now.

You let out a breath of surprise as he sinks a finger into you and starts moving it, makeing you whine in pleasure. He reaches a spot which feels so good, its unlike anything you felt before. And you think he knows that you feel good, keeping his movement exactly on that sweet spot of yours. Its sending waves of pleasure up my stomach. You move your hips feeling so good, arching your back off the bed as he takes a second finger.

"You taste exquisite.", he purrs as he gets some air into him.

Just as you think of an answer to that, he starts again. He sucks at your bundle of nerves, pushing you to arch your back again. Your whole body feels hot with lust.

You just wish you could touch him too right now, this feels a bit selfish letting him pamper you like this while he gets next to nothing. Arent you surpossed to give him something in return? And then he stops all of a sudden which you comment with a sad face. "Stop overthinking dear, just enjoy it. I will take care of you first, I'll have my fun soon enough.", he assures you, obviously having listened to your thoughts again.

He shifts and kisses you gently. You can taste yourself which somehow turns you on even more. He starts moving his fingers, thumb now rubbing your clit. The kiss gets heated as you lay your arms around his neck, pulling him close. He moves his fingers faster and faster as you claw at his back out of pure arousal.

He sits up, moves his lips from yours and uses his second hand to stroke your clit now. You let out a moan, you think you are nearing a climax.

He moves faster and faster as you cant hold back little croaked mewls. He watches your face like his life depends on it, feeling Lokis clothed cock press into your thigh which turns you on even more.

You swear you are so near an orgasm, you no longer hold control over your body, hips pressing into your helpers hands looking for further friction. Your crys of arousal growing more and more, Loki starts cooing sweet encouragements at you.

"Thats it dear. Dont hold back."

"Come on kitten, come undone for me."

"Dont resist it. Let it all out darling."

Those sinful words spoken so sweetly tumble you over the edge. "Oh g-od, Loki, I think I'm gonna com-e", you say with a sharp cry.

"Thats it Darling, come for me. Give into it.", he supports.

Just like that you reach your high. You claw at the sheets, head jolting back as your body arches into his hand. "There it is. Beautiful.", you hear Loki from a distance.

You feel your whole body shiver. While still in the process of climaxing, Loki keeps moving his fingers inside of you. Your hips are moving on their own, rubbing against his hand. You feel your body quake as you hold onto him and he pulls you closer into a sloppy kiss.

Just as you relax and lean back, body done twitching, he pulls his fingers out of you. You lay down catching your breath and he lays down next to you. He snakes his arm under your back, pulling you into his chest. His hand hovers over you back, softly raking against it.

"Held my word, didnt I?", he whispers into your ear sending shivers down your spine again.

"You certenly did.", you mumble into his chest on which you are drawing circles with your fingertips.

He lays a hand on your cheek and lets it stay there. You close your eyes and enjoying a kind of relaxation and peace youve never felt before.

"Would you like us to go further today?", he asks while stroking your head.

"You know what, yes, I trust you.", you say turning to him with a smile.

He shifts so he can meet your lips. Its not a passionate kiss, it feels more... loving? No, that can't be it. You cant describe it but it makes your heart flutter for a moment.

"I just remembered, I dont have a condom and I dont have one in my room either.", he says, surpising you of beeing so responsible in his excitement.

Said excitement beeing very noticable, urgendly pressing into your side. The question of how he even knows about eartly forms of contraception is a question for another time, you think to yourself.

"Oh, its alright, I'm on the pill.", you say, which surprises him apparently.

"Why are you on the pill when you dont have a partner?", he asks suspicious.

"Ive gotten it because of my acne and symptoms of my period.", you explain kind of hurt he is so suspicious of you.

"Very well then.", he says and gets up.

You sit up too, blanket clutched over your chest. "You think its gonna hurt?", you ask the question every girl has.

"What do you mean? I wont hurt you dear.", he says dubfounded.

"Oh, so you didnt hear that part. Well-", you stop, so embarassed you wish to vanish from earth.

"Are you trying to tell me you actually never slept with someone?", he asks soft but also curious.

"It just never- got to that. At least not to my knowledge, if you remeber the mystery about my name.", you mumble bashful.

"Right, sorry darling, that is fine.", he says softly, "I dont think it will hurt, at least not badly since you already had the pleasure.".

You smile dumbly, your mind racing back to other, filthier, thoughts. Hot breath makeing your mind foggy as tongues collide once again. He pulls you closer, so close you feel his cock nudge up at your stomach. You wander down to his waistband, wanting to feel him.

He smirks and snaps his fingers, suddenly naked in front of your very eyes. Well, you cant exactly see but defently feel his excitement. Your hands basically wander on their own, touching his hips and sliding to his sex, leaving him gasping as you stroke him once.

He lays his head on your shoulder and lets his fingers meet you most sensitive spot again, giving him a appreciative moan. You keep your fingers around his throbbing cock, pleasing him as you like. He lets out a tiny moan which makes you quite proud of yourself.

You sink your head back into your shoulders, enjoying his skilled touch. You quicken your movement, makeing him stop for a second to catch himself, it appears like. That may be because you are not stopping with the teasing. You enjoy seeing him off his high horse. His tense face is a nice sight as well. "Y/N- should we takes this further now?", he groans.

"What do you think we are working towards?", you taunt with a giggle.

He looks into your eyes a little more seriously, "I am asking your consent, kitten-".

You only mouth an "oh". You stop your motions, makeing him relax against you slightly.

"Am I right to take that as a yes?"

You nod, biting your lip.

"Oh my sweet, you dont even know how crazy you drive me. I will make you write in extacy.", he whispers against your shoulder, pressing himself against you. You barely hold back an audible gasp, instead sinking your hands down his back, "And you dont even know what kinds of sensations you bring me.".

"Oh I think I do." He slides down your sloulder, feeling him spreading sloppy kisses all over your cleavage, you grip his hair thightly as he moves his hips to meet yours. You feel him throbbing against your wetness.

"Ready darling?", he asks attentively, lightly pressing against you.

"I think so.", you say anxiously.

He leans forwart and gives you a chaste kiss, swallowing your lips as he sinks into you slowly. The kiss breaks from the vulgar sounds now echoing off the walls. You grimace a bit because it does feel a bit weird, but after a few seconds you get used to the feeling. He stays still for you to adjust, his jaw flexing in concentration.

That jaw... Oh lord that jaw.

"It doesnt hurt. I dont know if thats good or bad.", you whisper against his lips.

The question you had for years starts to resurface. Scenes that picture your own personal horror movie start to plague your imagination.

"Dont overthink it too much sweetheart, just enjoy the moment.", he soothes.

You exhale, calming your mind down from the scary szenarios almost takeing over. You are here, you are safe, nothing you dont want will happen.

"Are you alright?", he watches you and cups your cheek. He looks concerned. You lean into his touch, finding comfort in his caring demeanour.

"I think I am.", you whisper, looking at him, his eyes.

"Is it ok if we continue then? Excuse my blunt choice of words but it is rather difficult to withhold me fucking you into this matress right now.", he says calm, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Insatiable bastard. You shut him up with a kiss, figuring that counts as an answer. He smirks and starts lightly thrusting his hips. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

Gradually, his speed increases and now, every time he reaches that one spot deep within you, you get pushed up the mattrass a bit more. By now you are pressed against the headboard. "Where do you think your going?", he asks, gripping your hips and yanking you down to him again with one firm pull, "I'm not done with you yet.".

You whine as he pounds into you ruthlessly, bis tip barely off that spot before he crashes into it again. Your toes curl and your fingers grip a fist full of his hair as he cups the back of your head, pressing you into his chest.

The room is filled with the sounds of sex.

You feel yourself nearing a climax, heatwaves coursing through your body. "I- think I'm... cl- close-", you croak hoarsly.

"Me too darling.", he growls.

You pull him down by grabbing his neck, wanting more of him. You press yourself into him as much as you can, earning a low groan as reward.

"Come for me Y/N! Say my name as you come for me!", he commands, thumb harshky stroking your clit.

You scratch at his back...nearing... nearing... "I'm gonna co-", you whimper.

Your back arches and your body errupts into a shudder as every muscle of your body goes rigid. Only croaked crys of pleasure are able to leave your throat.

"S-ay my name Y/N, gods let me h-ear yo-u-", he groans, about to climax too.

"Lok-i, oh g-od, fuck.", you let out with a cry as him still trusting into you prolongues your high. With a low, beast like, growl he thrust into you hard one last time, feeling him spill into you.

He pulls out and falls next to you. The thick smell of sweat in the air is somehow really comforting to you. You nestle against his chest and he sneaks an arm around you. You come down from what you just did together, his quickened heartbeat just under your ear.

About to fall asleep on him, he suddenly moves and sits up. "What are you doing?", you ask, kind of sad the cuddles ended so soon.

"I saw you were falling asleep so I figured I'd leave now and let you rest.", he explains softly.

You hate to admit it, but something inside you doesnt want to be alone right now.

"Could you maybe stay? If not an inconvenience of course.", you ask shy.

"Of course dear.", he says with an understanding nod, smiling warmly. Loki slips back into bed, taking you into his arms once more. You pull the covers over you two and soon drift off to sleep.

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