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🜄 Water Witch Guide 🜄

Requested by the lovely @thildia, who wanted more elements to accompany my Fire Witch post. I hope it’s as good as that one :)

Water Correspondences

🌊 Represents: Emotions, Absorption, Subconscious, Purification, Eternal Movement, Wisdom, The Soul and the Emotional Aspects of Love and Fertility

🌊 Colors: Blue, Turquoise, Green, Grey, Indigo, Black and Silver

🌊 Gender: Feminine

🌊 Direction: West

🌊 Energy: Receptive

🌊 Pentagram Placement: Upper Right

🌊 Day: Friday

🌊 Time: Twilight / Dusk

🌊 Moon Phase: Waning

🌊 Chakra: Sacral Chakra

🌊 Life Cycle: Old Age

🌊 Season: Autumn

🌊 Zodiac Signs: Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces

🌊 Tarot Suit: Cups

🌊 Major Arcana: The High Priestess, The Hanged Man, Death, The Moon

🌊 Senses: Taste

🌊 Incense: Jasmine, Sea-scented, Aloe, Apple, Chamomile, Cherry

🌊 Stones: Aquamarine, Amethyst, Blue Tourmaline, Pearl, Coral, Blue Topaz, Fluorite, Beryl, Lapis Lazuli, Opal and Sodalite

🌊 Metals: Mercury, Silver, Copper, Platinum

🌊 Plants: Ferns, Lotus, Mosses, Bushes, Water Lilies, Gardenia, Apple, Apricot, Birch, Cherry, Elder, Elm, Rose, Willow, Chamomile, Jasmine, Lemon, Lilac, Passion Flower, Rose, Seaweed and Thyme (research plants, herbs and trees before burning, ingesting or using on skin for some are toxic and even lethal)

🌊 Animals: Water Snakes, Dolphins, Fish, Cat, Frog, Turtle, Swan, Crab, Sea Mammals, Sea Birds and Otters

🌊 Mythical Creatures and Spirits: Dragons,Undines, Nymphs, Mermaids, Water Fairies, and Spirits that inhabit bodies of Water

🌊 Instruments: Anything Resonant, Harmonica, Cymbals, Gongs, a Flute made from reed or willow bark

🌊 Ritual Tools: Cups, Cauldrons, Goblets, Mirrors, Sea Shells, Ocean Water, Moon Water, Rain Water, Seaweed, Hag Stones, Chalice, Various magical types of water (Moon Water, River water, etc.), Ammonites, Bowls, Combs, Crab shells and claws, Driftwood, Fishing Nets, Pearls, Sand dollars, Sea Glass, Seaweed, Shark teeth, Starfish

🌊 The Body: Tears, Saliva, Perspiration, Bladder, Brain, Spinal Cord, Bones, Teeth, Hair, Inner Ear, Anus, Reproductive System and Bodily Fluids

🌊 Water-related Magic: Mirror Divinations, Magnet Work, Love Magic, Lucid Dreaming, Cleansing, Protection Spells, Bath Spells, Dilution, Washing, Sprinkling, Preparing Cold Herbal Infusions

Types of Water and their Ritual Uses

🌊 Black Water: Unsafe to consume due to various minerals found in it. Use for banishment, shadow work, honoring winter or the dark half of the year, hexes, curses, death magic, and any other “dark” or nocturnal magic

🌊 Brackish Water: A mix of salt and freshwater, usually found where rivers meet the sea. Use for hedge riding, astral travel, spirit work and other liminal magic. Can also be used to substitute both fresh and saltwater.

🌊 Dew: Use for healing and beauty spells, fairy magic and health magic (especially involving eyesight). Especially powerful when collected on Beltane.

🌊 Floral Water: Made when combining water with different herbs and flowers. Correspondences can vary depending on the herbs or flowers used, as well as the type of water.

🌊 Fog / Mist: Use for liminal magic, hedge riding, astral travel, divination, spirit work, death work, creativity, balance and partnership spells. Especially powerful when collected near dawn or dusk.

🌊 Fountain Water: Use for healing, cleansing, purification, wishing and prosperity spells.

🌊 Hail: Use for curses and storm magic.

🌊 Holy Water: Use for cleansing, purification, exorcisms and banishments.

🌊 Ice: Use to undo binding spells, transformation, balance and creativity magic.

🌊 Lake / Pond Water: Use for scrying, as a portal to the otherworld, in healing spells, cleansing, purification, self reflection, peace, relaxation and revitalizing spells.

🌊 Marsh Water: Use for hexes and curses, to stagnate a situation, to keep a secret, or for ancestral or death work.

🌊 Moon Water: Water that has been charged under the moon. Correspondences can vary depending on what moon phase it was charged under, but it can usually be used for healing magic, prosperity spells and even curses or hexes.

🌊 Mud: Use for grounding, burying objects and cleansing.

🌊 Rain Water: Rainwater takes on the properties of the storm you got it from. Sun showers are used for solar magic, nourishment and healing. Dreary rain is used for resting, rejuvenation, protection, shadow work and invisibility. And stormwater is used for more aggressive spells like curses and hexes.

🌊 River Water: Use in spells for speeding things up, cleansing and purifying both yourself and objects, and banishment spells.

🌊 Sea Water: Use for cleansing, protection, healing, charming, banishment and as a representative of ocean spirits and gods.

🌊 Snow: Use for transformation, balance and calming spells.

🌊 Waterfall: Use to remove obstacles, purify, cleanse and bring movement to a spell or your life. Often used in beauty spells or birth rites and rituals.

🌊 Well Water: Use for healing, purification, astral travel, hedge riding, connecting with the Otherworld, wishing spells, intuition, scrying and removing curses.

Deities for Water Witches

🌊 Aphrodite

Culture: Greek

God/Goddess of: Love, Beauty, Sex, Fertility

Offerings: Wine, Roses, Seashells, Maraschino Cherry Cookies, Chocolate, Pearls, Cherries, Honey, Baked Goods (sweets), Things that make you feel beautiful, Anything Heart-shaped, Self-Love, Compliments, Glitter, Honey Cakes, Apples, Flower Crowns, Olive Oil

🌊 Poseidon

Culture: Greek

God/Goddess of: The Sea, Waters, Horses, Earthquakes

Offerings: Ocean Water, Honey, Olive Oil, White Wine poured into water, Seaweed, Wild Celery, Seafood, Conch Shells, Tridents, Cloaks

🌊 Manannan Mac Lir

Culture: Celtic

God/Goddess of: The Sea, Protector of the Otherworld (where the Fairies and Tuathe de Dannan live)

Offerings: Cat Tails, Local Plants, Drawings, Ale, Blackberries, Yellow Flowers, A bundle of Rushes, Apples, Apple blossoms, Oatmeal, Grain, Pork, Seafood, Items from the beach

🌊 Mokosh

Culture: Slavic

God/Goddess of: Life-giving, Women, Women’s work, Destiny, Moisture, Fertility, Fate, Harvest, Sexuality, Children, Childbirth, Home, Weaving

Offerings: Personal Needlework, Wool and Flax, Bread, Salt, Grains, Oilseeds, Dairy, Eggs (especially Pisanki), Berries, Groats, Porridge, Honey, Milk, A lock of your hair, Local seasonal crops

🌊 Veles

Culture: Slavic

God/Goddess of: The Underworld, Water, Earth, Magic, Music, Trickery, Cattle, Wealth, Snakes, Bears, Wolves

Offerings: Wine, Wheat, Chicken, Chicken Hearts, Cooked Corn, Basil, Barley, Wheat, Bread, Mistletoe, Mead, Music

🌊 Danu

Culture: Celtic

God/Goddess of: Earth-Mother, Fertility, Wisdom, Wind and Water

Offerings: Wine, Mead, Ale, Freshwater, Watering plants

🌊 Ægir

Culture: Norse

God/Goddess of: Personification of the Sea, Brewing Ale

Offerings: Objects related to the Sea, Old Coins, Mead and Ale (though specify that this ale is nowhere as good as his)

🌊 Freyr

Culture: Norse

God/Goddess of: Peace, Fertility, Rain, Sunshine, Kingship, Prosperity, Harvest

Offerings: Honey, Grains, Gold, Phallic Things, Antlers (ethically-sourced), Pork, Venison, Apples, Bread, Barley, Nuts and Seeds

🌊 Njord

Culture: Norse

God/Goddess of: The Sea, Seafaring, Wind, Fishing, Wealth, Crops

Offerings: Gold, Beads, Seashells, Seafood, Pork, Dark Beer, Gin, Vodka, Spices, Tobacco, Fishing Gear

🌊 Rán

Culture: Norse

God/Goddess of: The Sea

Offerings: Give condolences to those who have drowned, Swimming, Clean up the ocean as much as you can, Seafood, Gold, Coins, Seashells, Sea rocks, Flowers, Sand, Sea water, Mead

🌊 Susanoo

Culture: Japanese

God/Goddess of: The Sea, Storms

Offerings: Rainwater, Chocolate, Crackers, Sea Salt, Noodles and Ramen, Rain scented Candles, Sea water, Fish and Sushi

🌊 Benzaiten

Culture: Japanese

God/Goddess of: Dragon Goddess of Water, Literature, Music, Wealth, Femininity, Fertility, Dance, Love

Offerings: Money, Water, Rice, Sake, Gemstones, Music and other creative arts, Raw eggs, Yellow flowers, Blessed Water, Bath rituals, Seashells

🌊 Osiris

Culture: Egyptian

God/Goddess of: The Underworld, Fertility, Agriculture, Resurrection, The Dead, Life, Water

Offerings: White cloth bandages, Art, Anything death-related, Live plants, Pumpernickel Bread, Dark Beer, Wine, Brandy, Seeds, Oatmeal-raisin Cookies, Dark Chocolate (orange flavored)

Common Signs of a Water Witch

🌊 You’re very gentle, smart, competent, intelligent, blunt, quick-witted and have a good memory

🌊 You’re a natural swimmer

🌊 You’ve always felt particularly drawn to water

🌊 You have a slow metabolism

🌊 You suffer from: Isolation, Absentmindedness, Detachment, Maladaptive Daydreaming, Fear, Rigid Joints, Weak Knees, Back pain, Dryness, Frequent or Infrequent Urination

Ways to bond with Water

🌊 Spend more time in or around water

🌊 Do a bath ritual

🌊 Get a mini waterfall or fountain for your living space

🌊 Get a essential oil diffuser

🌊 Keep plants that grow in water

🌊 Open windows when it rains

🌊 Take walks in rainy (but not stormy) weather

🌊 Set up a bird fountain

🌊 Drink more water

🌊 Use water in spells more often

🌊 Watch videos and documentaries about marine/aquatic life

🌊 Take a boat trip

🌊 Listen to rain or water ambiance

🌊 Keep jars of water from your favorite places

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fiery-empath · 2 years ago

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Yay! It's that time of the year! Spotify Wrapped is here. If you feel so inclined, drop me a # in my messages (1-100), and I will tell you the song it correlates to on my list. And...for an added bonus, if you want to know if it was related to something I'm writing or have written, I'll tell you. Though to be fair, not every song was associated with my writing so...I can make something up. 😅

#spotify #spotify wrapped #just for fun #fiery empath answers #for the love of music

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fiery-empath · 2 years ago

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Lucky 13, unlucky 13. No matter your superstitions, what is the 13th song on your spotify wrapped?

#shakira: bzrp music sessions vol 53 by shakira

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fiery-empath · 2 years ago

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“nobody cares about your wrapped” false. i care. i’m nosy as hell post all your stats i wanna see

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fiery-empath · 2 years ago

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okay you know the drill. rb with your 2nd and 8th most listened to song of this year.

#disappear by 2wei #stop by spice girls #hehehe #frank castle vibes #billy butcher vibes

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fiery-empath · 2 years ago

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Omg! Thank you so much @morallyinept! I am so happy you like Fire ...I'm a little embarrassed that it isn't finished and is still a WIP. 😅 However, I do have a finished Dave York piece that you might also enjoy called Gone. Hoping to put out more to Fire soon and more Dave York pieces in general.

A list of all my favourite DAVE YORK Fic Recs, with the writers tagged. Includes fics I am currently reading/want to read.

PART 3

Please show some love to the writers by re-blogging and commenting on their work. 🖤

⚠️ Please ensure you check the triggers/warnings etc... on the stories themselves as some of them may not be suitable to your own particular tastes.

Dirty Secrets - @absurdthirst

Just Think Of The Fun Things We Could Do & The Dress Series - @janaispunk

Gloves Thought - @bonezone44

High Infidelity - @absurdthirst Cowritten with @pedropascalsx

Would It Be So Bad? - @gnpwdrnwhiskey

Fire - @fiery-empath

Precious Possessions Series - @exquisiteserotonin

#author rec #rec list #thanks for the support

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fiery-empath · 2 years ago

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I know, right?! 🥵 Thanks for the reblog. Hoping I add more to this WIP soon. 😘

So, the above song inspired this little bit with Dave York. It's not finished (or even close to it...yeah sorry...) but it is something that I would like to work on more. This is a Dave York x fem reader WIP that I have titled Fire. Warning...this little tidbit that I am about to submit to the Dave York Pit (under the cut) will most likely leave you breathless and needing more. ;)

They told me to stay away from him. Said getting involved with him was like playing with fire…and I was asking to go up in flames even thinking about it. But the moment Dave York said hello, offered a warm smile as he took my hand in both of his, the match hit the gasoline laden pyre and I was completely consumed. I knew it was wrong. It was everything I had been against. But as he pressed me into the wall of his hotel room, all my morals and thoughts disappeared in the flames and I was too weak to crawl away from the lapping fire.

“Such a good girl,” he rasped in my ear as his warm tongue licked at the lobe, drawing the fleshy bit into his mouth as he gently nipped it. The warmth of his breath flowing over the shell of my ear drew a low moan from the back of my throat as I clenched my thighs together in a desperate attempt to quell the ache awakened there. I felt him smile against my cheek as his lips traveled the curve of my jaw to my lips, softly pressing his lips against them in a slow burning kiss. His hand smoothed up my side as he cradled the back of my head, holding me in place as his mouth slanted over mine, taking the kiss from gentle to urgent and rough within seconds. I knew I should stop it, push him away, walk out the door, and never look back. But the fiery lust that flowed through my veins as he pulled back from the kiss was addicting and I couldn’t bring myself to end it.

He pressed his body against mine as he kissed and sucked at the column of my neck, everything lower in me tightening as his hard member rubbed against my thigh. I whimpered, my hips bucking against him for more friction against my clothed, wet core.

“So eager,” he cooed mockingly, his free hand sliding down my curves and up the skirt of my black dress. His fingers feather light against my satin covered pussy made me shiver, goosebumps erupting all over my body.

“Fuck baby girl. You are soaked,” he husked as he pressed his fingers against my panties. I ground my hips downward, rubbing myself against his fingers. I moaned as he smiled, watching me writhe against him. He pushed his hand under the waistband, his fingertips slipping between my folds and just along the slick entrance to my throbbing heat.

“Dave…fuck…we shouldn’t…” I whined as he teased his fingers in. Quickly he pulled them back, instead slipping them between my opening and the swollen nub straining for attention.

“Shouldn’t we?” he leaned in closer, his breath sweeping over my heated tingly skin.

“You’re married,” I gasped, my body steadily coming apart with his ministrations. The hand cradling my head wrapped around my throat, his fingers biting into tender flesh. I wheezed as he turned my head enough to meet his unamused gaze. A grin then stretched his face, his fingers plunging into my fluttering sheath. My eyes rolled back, a strangled cry sputtered from my lips as I rode his fingers with the surge of electric heat coursing through me.

“This will be our little secret. Right? You won’t tell a soul because you’re my good girl? Right?” he rasped. I felt the rush between my thighs, spilling out over his fingers and in my panties as he continued pumping them in and out of me.

“Y…yyeess,” I choked.

His fingers scissored in and out of me, his thumb applying the sweetest pressure to the bundle of nerves. The hand on my throat released and I sucked in a breath as deep as I could.

His lips slotted against mine in a sloppy kiss. I sucked in his lower lip as he moaned. The warmth of my impending release radiated throughout my body as my core contracted around his fingers raking against that sweet spot within. I couldn’t stop myself from bucking my hips into his hands as I felt everything tighten within me, the coil taut and ready to snap.

“Fuuuck! Dave!” I keened as the damn burst, releasing me from every tether holding me in place. I felt myself gush all over his hand as brilliant bursts of radiant colors flashed behind my eyelids. His forehead pressed to mine, his breath hot against the skin of my cheeks as he panted, his fingers furiously pumping in and out of me as I rode out my orgasm. I gasped as he slowly withdrew his fingers, wetness seeping down into my now soaked panties. He brought his fingers to my lips, his forehead still against mine as he pressed them against the seam.

“Suck,” he demanded.

My lips parted as I sucked his fingers in, tasting my tangy essence as I lapped every last bit of it off his skin. He hissed at the pulling sensation from my tongue and mouth, shivering as he tried to steadily draw them out only to have them sucked back in harder. He shuddered and whimpered as he tugged his fingers out of my mouth. His lips sealed over mine hastily, his tongue pushing past my lips to dance across mine for a taste of my release. He moaned into the kiss, his hands cupping my jaw. He pulled away, both of us breathless as he fumbled to grasp the hem of my dress and yank it up over my head.

#dave york pit #dave york #yay for reblogs!

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fiery-empath · 2 years ago

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I am going to go ahead and post this little bit from my Skurge WIP (thank you @enchantedflameandflower. I see you, supporting my work 🙃). If most of you haven't caught on by now, music plays an important part in my writing. While not every piece I have is attached to a song, more often than not you can find me vibing to something while I write. This piece is no different as Karliene's version of Greensleeves helped me create it. This is a one shot of sorts between Skurge and female reader...though to be honest, I haven't established the POV of the female, just note there is no use of Y/N or a character name. It's titled For Asgard.

I wanted to post a GIF but none portrayed the emotion I was going for. Credit to goes to whoever the photo belongs to as it is not mine.

Skurge’s armor clanged to the floor unceremoniously as he struggled to free himself of every last bit. I smiled at the knowledge that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I swiftly slipped the straps of my gown down my shoulders-the garment a slight relief from my usual armor, which I had chosen not to don for the celebratory feast. Skurge cataloged my body appraisingly, his eyes darkened with lust as I was sure mine were. We’d fought alongside each other, as well as Lady Sif and the Warriors Three, and Thor many times throughout the years. All in the name of protecting Asgard. There’d been an undeniable spark between the two of us that had manifested in banter and sometimes bickering, but we’d always had each other’s backs. It seemed this night though that the fates had inevitably drawn us together during this celebration.

I clutched my dress’ bodice to my chest and smiled as I watched him look me over, not blind to the fact that he was every bit a solid muscle and virile man. His armor merely added to an already intimidating warrior and (Norns help me) I wanted to devour every last bit of him.

“My love, are you sure?” he asked as gently as his deep timbre could. I lifted an eyebrow at his question, wondering if somehow he had a change of heart though his expression had not changed. I lifted my chin, holding his dark hazel gaze with mine.

“I am,” I said with confidence. My entire body was alight with fire for him and it was hard not to let it get the better of me and jump on him right then and there. I forced myself to remain calm as I held the material of the dress about my form, waiting for him to elaborate. His raspy voice came next and the words he uttered made me quiver in delight.

“Good. Because once I have you in my arms, I’m afraid I won’t stop. I want to do right by you, my love.”

My breath hitched as he took cautious steps closer. I released the garment, letting it flutter to the floor and revealing my very naked form. Skurge growled as he increased his pace to close the distance between us. He swept me into his arms, embracing me close as his lips hungrily latched to mine. He swallowed my whimpers, his hand cradling the back of my head. We pulled away, breathless, his forehead pressed to mine.

“Fuck,” he whispered hoarsely, wasting no time. His fingers trailed down my stomach, gliding home between the lips of my wet pussy. He gasped, his eyes wide as he looked at mine, my head lolling back. I cried out softly, the sensation of his roughened fingertips against my clit sending bolts of electric energy throughout my body.

“Is all this for me, my beauty?” his ragged breath hitched. I nodded while his fingers slipped further into my sopping cunt, gently teasing the nerves at the entrance of my core with his tentative strokes.

“Only for you, Skurge,” I moaned. My legs weakened with each stroke of his fingers.

“Fuck,” he rasped again, drawing his hands to my hips and walking me back to his bed. He guided me onto the soft mattress and pulled away to admire my quivering form. I mewled in displeasure at the loss of his touch and he smirked, fully aware of just how needy I was for him. Kneeling down, his hands set to work prying my thighs apart to slip his index and middle fingers into the now near gushing slick pooled around my entrance. Through hooded eyes, I watched as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked my juices from them. He groaned, moving to gather more moisture to slip his middle and ring fingers up into my heat. I cried out from the intrusion, nearly coming apart as his tongue lapped a broad stripe against my clit. My hands came down on the smooth baldness of his head, grazing over the tattooed horns, holding him closer while he licked and sucked the stiff button.

“Fuuu-cckk! Skurge!” I wailed, every lash of his tongue making my body jolt with electrified ecstasy. He hummed against my swollen mound and I came apart, my release spurting down his face and hand. He lapped hungrily at everything he could gather before it dripped further down, forcing me to ride out the oversensitivity as he used his other hand to hold my hips in place.

Once I could focus my gaze, I looked down to see him raise up from his knees, his beard glistening with the remnants of my cum, a dark feral look overtaking his gaze. He hovered over me, capturing my lips with his in a deep kiss.

#skurge #skurge x female reader #skurge smut #skurge thor ragnarok #thor: ragnarok #For Asgard #wip #Spotify #random reblog

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fiery-empath · 2 years ago

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Ok...I'm just going to do this no matter how much I hate how this snippet ends. There is so much more to this story than what is posted here and unfortunately it feels like a jumbled mess as I was trying to get most of this written before I ran out of steam. Every time I come back to this though, I feel like I hit a wall no matter how hard I try to write myself out of it. A little background information: I have only seen X-Men: Apocalypse once but I have read so many Warren Worthington III fics here I feel like I have a decent grasp on the character. I am in love with the fact that Warren (or Angel as he is referred to in this for the moment) is the hard ass in this WIP with his hatred of everyone and suddenly (begrudgingly) having the tiniest bit of a soft spot for the female reader who is just trying to be kind in a cruel world. It's supposed to be a 3 part fic but so far I haven't budged on finishing the first part. 😬 This piece is tentatively titled Human.

“Who the fuck are you?!” Angel yelled, his broken wings struggling to stretch out fully in what I assumed was supposed to be a threatening stance. Where most would have feared, I simply smiled, standing firmly in place.

“I see you seem to be doing better. I’m Y/N,” I answered him, turning back to continue preparing the sandwiches that I had been working on before he came storming in. I didn’t need to look at him to know how my reaction only served to piss him off. I could sense the anger and annoyance rolling off of him like waves thunderously crashing down on the shore.

The thought had crossed my mind when I found him tossed out in the back alley after the fight that battered and shredded his wings that taking him in to tend to his wounds was probably a bad idea. I’d seen his fights (much to my displeasure when a friend of mine dragged me along as something to do) and he was nothing if not a hateful being. He was out to hurt (maybe even kill at this point) and it made for a good show for most of the crowd. He was used to being the thing those around him feared. But I saw something more beyond that. My heart wouldn’t let me leave him there, even knowing he wouldn’t be grateful and would most likely hurt me.

I heard him grunt followed by the stiff shuddering sound of what I assumed to be his wings.

“Ok, Y/N, where am I?” he sneered. I didn’t turn around nor did I react. Instead I continued working on the food, knowing he was looking for a reaction. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction nor was I afraid.

“My place,” I offered simply. There was a pause.

“How? Why?” he asked.

“I asked a friend of mine who could lift you to bring you here so you could get some rest in a warm place. You’re safe here,” I replied, moving to wash my hands now that I was finished. I turned to him as I dried my hands on a paper towel. He moved a step closer, a dark grin pulling at the corners of his lips.

“But you aren’t,” he said lowly. That nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach told me I should be trembling, I should be worried that he really would harm me. But I didn’t. Instead I merely shrugged.

“Ok. But if you were going to hurt me, I feel like you would have done it by now, not asking me twenty questions,” I said.

“You really should be afraid. I’m not a nice mutant,” he snipped, taking another step closer.

“I know who you are and believe me, I wasn’t expecting a nice mutant,” I said.

“Well then you know I am not some sort of biblical angel many of you humans mistake me for,” he continued, drawing another step closer. A couple more and he’d close the gap between us. I still didn’t move, not even when I knew he could easily reach out and grab me by the neck. I could see his nostrils flare, the irritation evident in his icy blue gaze which bore into my eyes. I nodded my head.

“I don’t assume you to be a biblical angel. I don’t believe much in that stuff anyway,” I replied with an air of indifference. He stopped his advances, the confusion crossing his features as he mulled over what I had just said. My words seemed to have some effect on him, like he realized I wasn’t just some stupid human.

“Then why would you save me, knowing what I am?” he asked. It was my turn to take a step forward, advancing that much closer to him in a display of utter dominance. Proving to him that I didn’t fear him, nor would I be.

“Because not all humans are the same. In fact, some of us are sick of the way other humans behave, not only towards mutants, but other humans as well,” I said softly. “Some of us are just trying to be kind in a cruel world. No matter the category.”

His walls drew up again as he leered at me.

“Well. If you’re expecting a thank you-”

“Trust me, I am not. I want nothing,” I retorted. It was true. I hadn’t expected a thing. Especially not from him. My heart just wouldn’t let me leave him there in that alley, vulnerable to anything in that moment. As salacious and vengeful as he was, he didn’t deserve to be left to die like that. Call me crazy, but there was something about him that called to me. I just knew that no matter what, he wouldn’t be thanking me, nor would he spare me just because I had cleaned him up and mended his wounds. Angel hated humans and mutants alike and nothing was going to change his mind. I also knew that despite his detestation for all, he needed someone. Someone to at very least look out for him.

“Then why would you help me when you knew I wouldn’t praise you for it?” he asked. I sighed.

“Not all humans are the same. Not all expect, want, or demand,” I replied.

“Right. Well, I think I will take my leave now. I don’t need or want your help. I will be ok by myself,” he snarled. I chuckled as I raised my arm to gesture behind him.

“Right. So the door’s over there. You are free to leave. I’m not holding you hostage,” I said. I turned back quickly, folding the paper towels over the sandwiches I had prepared.

“Here. Take these. You’ll need them. You’re probably starving and I figured these would be ok,” I said, turning with the sandwiches in hand. He looked at the sandwiches then at me, a bit bewildered by the notion that I had done that just for him.

“Go on, take them,” I encouraged him, holding them out to him. After a moment of hesitation, he snatched the sandwiches from my hands and then closed the gap between us. He brought his face close enough I could feel the heat of his breath against my cheeks briefly as he spoke, “You are either the bravest or stupidest woman I have ever met.”

He whipped around and and marched his way out, slamming the front door behind him. I drew in the deepest breath my lungs could possibly take in and exhaled with an audible hiss. He wasn’t wrong as I found myself believing the same thing.

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Two weeks had passed since Angel had stormed out the door of my house despite my help. I wasn’t surprised that I hadn’t heard anything further out of him, let alone any acknowledgement that I had kept him safe and alive. I hadn’t expected to either. But what I truly had not expected was a knock at my door at 11 PM one random evening. It was stupid, I’ll be the first to admit, I entertained the idea of seeing who could possibly be on my porch at that late hour. When I saw the shock of disheveled blond curls and a battered face, I was quick to open the door to see a staggering Angel propping himself up in my doorway.

“I had nowhere else to go,” he said angrily as he pushed past me into my foyer. I closed the door and turned to face him, finding his wings further damaged and bloody, like he’d been trying to fight despite the fact they hadn’t fully healed.

“What happened?” I asked, not bothering with the pleasantries. He wasn’t in the mood and I was more so shocked he bothered to limp his way here. I figured this would be the last place he’d come.

“The fuck does it look like? I got jumped. Other mutants who thought they could kill me,” he snapped. I ignored his acidity and instead motioned for him to follow me to the kitchen where I pulled him out a stool to sit on so I could examine his wounds. Noting his knuckles, I grabbed the ice pack from the freezer and placed it across them then set to fetch my first aid kit. I decided to start on his wings, as most of the cuts on his face were superficial and wouldn’t require a lot of attention for the moment. But the moment I touched them, he hissed a breath as he tried to draw them closer.

“Would you fucking be careful?! They’re fucking beat to shit as it is!” he snarled. I drew in a deep breath and let it go, my hands hovering over his wings.

“I’m sorry, I will try to be more gentle. But they are in bad shape and I am going to have to clean them up. If I tell you what I am doing, you think you can keep it down to a dull roar?” I asked, trying to remain calm even though I knew I was stirring the pot at the end. He snorted though and nodded.

“Yeah,” he agreed, sitting up a bit. With a shaky breath, he stretched his injured wings out enough for me to examine and clean them.

“I’m going to put my hands on them now. I need to assess the damage done so I can determine how to proceed,” I said in a gentle tone. He nodded, this time silent as my hands softly came down to the least beaten up parts. I didn’t miss that he bristled a bit at my touch, not because it hurt, but because I don’t think he’d ever experienced a gentle hand. I slowly slid my fingers up and out, gently moving some of his feathers to see where the blood was coming from and how deep the cuts were. Most were scratches, nothing I was notably worried about but needed cleaning just the same. However, when I moved a little further up, I saw a couple of deeper wounds…

“Did someone stab your wings?” I gasped. His head dipped, almost as if saying the words out loud caused him great shame.

“Yes,” he whispered hoarsely. I sighed and looked at my kit to determine what I needed.

“I’m going to clean the cuts out as best I can and stitch them up. Ok,” I said as evenly as I could. He nodded.

“I don’t have any anesthetic though so it’s going to hurt,” I said.

“What else is new?” he gruffed. “Got any whiskey?”

“Yeah,” I said as I stepped out from behind him and went to the cabinet. I pulled out the bottle of amber brown liquid and a glass. I set them on the table beside my kit and began rummaging through it to pull out the necessary items. I could see him pull the bottle off the table and uncap it, drinking a long pull from the bottle itself. He growled once he finished his pull, shaking a bit from the burn of the alcohol. I moved back behind him again.

“I’m going to start now. Just a fair warning so you don’t freak out,” I said soothingly.

“Fine,” he huffed, pulling another swill from the bottle as he braced himself. I felt an overwhelming urge to cry. Mainly because I felt that pain was something he’d become accustomed to. It was silly of me but I couldn’t help it. No person should have to endure such awful things.

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I hadn’t heard from Angel since the night I had stitched him up. Once I was done mending and cleaning his cuts and bruises, he was somewhat intoxicated and tired. I offered him the guest bedroom where he’d stayed the time I initially took him in to care for him. He’d immediately crashed out on the bed, without so much as taking off his boots. Once I’d cleaned up the mess in the kitchen, I took a glass of water and some painkillers up to the room and left them on the bedside table. He’d probably need them once he woke and I didn’t want to be the one who woke him. However, he was gone in the morning when I woke, along with the water and painkillers.

It had been a few months and I was under no impression I’d hear from him again and instead went on with my life.

On this particular evening, I’d been out with some friends having some dinner and a few drinks and was on my way home. It had been a beautiful fall evening, one in which surprisingly it wasn’t too cold to go walking in and I had done just that, walking the short distance from the restaurant to my house instead of driving. Like many, I hadn’t thought about anything potentially going wrong in this scenario. It wasn’t late and it wasn’t like I was wandering around some back roads somewhere. However, the worst case scenario happened when I heard what sounded like a group of men catcalling behind me. I didn’t bother to turn around and acknowledge them and honestly I wasn’t even sure it was really me they were paying attention to. I was literally a few blocks away from my house and if I kept the pace, I could make it there and call the police if it was absolutely necessary. But I wasn’t really worried as I liked to think I could hold my own. However, that would prove to be my downfall as I heard running footsteps behind me. I tried to make a run for it, but hadn’t bothered to notice how close they had been behind me and was grabbed by the shoulders. A group of four men surrounded me, one holding me strongfast despite me struggling to shrug him off.

There was a distinct sound of whooshing above us and suddenly a man came crashing down out of the sky, knocking a couple of guys down before turning to the guy on his right, his wing stretching out and stabbing him from a claw in the top bend of his wing. A guttural scream pierced the night as the man stumbled and staggered, moving to get away from Angel. The other two men scrambled to get to their feet and take on the new opponent but very quickly realized their mistake. Angel turned to them, his wings lunging forward and stabbing the both of them simultaneously in their shoulders. He turned his head to the man holding me.

“Let her go,” he said in a low rasp. There was a click, followed by a flash of silver with the flick of his wrist. The man immediately let me go at the sight of the switchblade in his hand and the four men dashed off into the opposite direction. Angel watched as they disappeared from sight, twirling his blade around in his fingers before sheathing it back into its handle and shoving it back into his pocket.

“Thank you,” I managed to breathe before he angrily turned to me.

“You!” he snarled as he stormed closer to me. Confused, I stood tall, defiant and unafraid of his wrath until his hands shot forward, grabbing me by the neck as he yanked me closer. His teeth were clenched as his breaths hissed between them, a menacing sight. His hands began to tighten around the column of my throat, forcing me to wheeze as I desperately gasped for air.

“I want to hurt you!” he cried. His hands trembled. “I want to hurt you so bad but I fucking can’t!”

It was then I noticed the glittering of unshed tears in those piercing sky blue eyes.

“I can’t hurt you, no matter how much I want to,” he whimpered, letting go of my neck, staggering away. Before I could call to him, he spread his wings and flew away.

#warren worthington iii #warren worthington iii/angel #warren worthington x fem reader #ben hardy #x men: apocalypse #Human #Spotify #random reblog

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I heard him grunt followed by the stiff shuddering sound of what I assumed to be his wings.

“My place,” I offered simply. There was a pause.

“How? Why?” he asked.

“Ok. But if you were going to hurt me, I feel like you would have done it by now, not asking me twenty questions,” I said.

“You really should be afraid. I’m not a nice mutant,” he snipped, taking another step closer.

“I know who you are and believe me, I wasn’t expecting a nice mutant,” I said.

His walls drew up again as he leered at me.

“Well. If you’re expecting a thank you-”

“Then why would you help me when you knew I wouldn’t praise you for it?” he asked. I sighed.

“Not all humans are the same. Not all expect, want, or demand,” I replied.

“Right. Well, I think I will take my leave now. I don’t need or want your help. I will be ok by myself,” he snarled. I chuckled as I raised my arm to gesture behind him.

“Right. So the door’s over there. You are free to leave. I’m not holding you hostage,” I said. I turned back quickly, folding the paper towels over the sandwiches I had prepared.

****

“Would you fucking be careful?! They’re fucking beat to shit as it is!” he snarled. I drew in a deep breath and let it go, my hands hovering over his wings.

“Yeah,” he agreed, sitting up a bit. With a shaky breath, he stretched his injured wings out enough for me to examine and clean them.

“Did someone stab your wings?” I gasped. His head dipped, almost as if saying the words out loud caused him great shame.

“Yes,” he whispered hoarsely. I sighed and looked at my kit to determine what I needed.

“I’m going to clean the cuts out as best I can and stitch them up. Ok,” I said as evenly as I could. He nodded.

“I don’t have any anesthetic though so it’s going to hurt,” I said.

“What else is new?” he gruffed. “Got any whiskey?”

“I’m going to start now. Just a fair warning so you don’t freak out,” I said soothingly.

****

It had been a few months and I was under no impression I’d hear from him again and instead went on with my life.

“Thank you,” I managed to breathe before he angrily turned to me.

“I want to hurt you!” he cried. His hands trembled. “I want to hurt you so bad but I fucking can’t!”

It was then I noticed the glittering of unshed tears in those piercing sky blue eyes.

“I can’t hurt you, no matter how much I want to,” he whimpered, letting go of my neck, staggering away. Before I could call to him, he spread his wings and flew away.

#warren worthington iii #warren worthington iii/angel #warren worthington x fem reader #ben hardy #x men: apocalypse #Human #Spotify

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I wanted to post a GIF but none portrayed the emotion I was going for. Credit to goes to whoever the photo belongs to as it is not mine.

“Good. Because once I have you in my arms, I’m afraid I won’t stop. I want to do right by you, my love.”

“Only for you, Skurge,” I moaned. My legs weakened with each stroke of his fingers.

#skurge #skurge x female reader #skurge smut #skurge thor ragnarok #thor: ragnarok #For Asgard #wip #Spotify

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fiery-empath · 2 years ago

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Hmmm...decisions, decisions....I am having a tough time trying to figure out what bits and pieces I want to post tonight. I am doing this in hopes of garnering some sort of interest to help me spark some inspiration to maybe finish one of these unfinished WIPs. On deck tonight are a couple of Jake Jensen pieces; a Four/Billy (Six Underground) piece; a Skurge (Thor: Ragnarok) piece; a Warren Worthington/Angel piece; an Eliot Spencer (Leverage) piece and I can't decide on any one or two at the moment. I have so many more WIPs I want to share but for tonight, it's one of these above.

#jake jensen the losers #four/billy #six underground #ben hardy #skurge #thor: ragnarok #warren worthington iii #warren worthington/angel #x men: apocalypse #eliot spencer #leverage #inspiration #motivation #tough decisions #help?

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“Dave…fuck…we shouldn’t…” I whined as he teased his fingers in. Quickly he pulled them back, instead slipping them between my opening and the swollen nub straining for attention.

“Shouldn’t we?” he leaned in closer, his breath sweeping over my heated tingly skin.

“Y…yyeess,” I choked.

His fingers scissored in and out of me, his thumb applying the sweetest pressure to the bundle of nerves. The hand on my throat released and I sucked in a breath as deep as I could.

“Suck,” he demanded.

#dave york pit #dave york #dave york x female reader #the equalizer 2 #dave york smut #Fire #Spotify #random reblog

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This song sparked a thought in my head during the time Moon Knight came out. Unfortunately, I didn't have a lot of time to devote to this piece and like my ever fleeting thoughts, I had moved on to previous WIPS and others fandoms. I still revisit this WIP, tentatively titled Like You Love Me, from time to time, adding maybe a sentence or two as I catch a glimpse of something I remembered. This is purely smut between the female reader (Marc refers to her as Tiger Lily), Marc Spector, and Steven Grant. Nothing more, nothing less. Jake Lockley does not make an appearance in this at all...however, there is another WIP I had started that solely started out with Jake. Maybe some day I will post a bit of that.

You wake to someone cuddling closer to you, an arm pulling you in close to the hardened body against your back. A warm nose and plush lips slip against your neck and you smile, comforted by this.

“Good morning, Steven,” your sleep-addled voice disturbs the silence. The lips stretch into a smirk against your skin.

“Hello you,” he chuckles. “It never ceases to amaze me how you know the difference between us.” You roll carefully on your side and face him. You can’t resist gliding your hand through his messy dark curls, your hand comes down to cup his cheek as you draw him in for a gentle kiss.

“It’s hard to explain, but you both just have a different energy. It’s just a feeling I have,” you say, pressing your lips to his again and softly nibbling his lower lip. He caresses your cheek, his fingers sliding down your jaw and across your neck when his eyebrows furrow. He traces a spot he’s found, possibly a bruise from the night before.

“Is he always this rough with you, love?” he asks, drawing back the covers to search your body for more marks. A timid gasp escaped his lips as his fingers trace your hips with delicate precision. Your mind wanders to last night’s escapade and things lower within you heat with need.

***

You cried out as you lifted your hips up, the sting of Marc’s rigid cock stretching you too much and too fast to handle all at once. His hands dug into the flesh and held fast against your hip bones.

“You can take it, baby girl. I know you can,” he gritted, trying to pull you back down on him. Back arched, you tried to wrench away from his grasp, needing to work him in at a slower pace. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to take all of him in. No. You loved it. You loved every bit of this desperate fucking game. Marc was a hard man-usually Khonshu’s choice of champion because he wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty and fought with the heart of a lion. He needed it rough. He needed it hard and fast. He promised he’d never deliberately hurt you. He couldn’t live with himself if he did. But he needed you to take him at his worst, his most feral. And you did without question or complaint. But that never stopped you from making him work for it until he was so desperate he took what he needed. He fucked you like you wanted…the whore you were for him. With the power of an Egyptian God flowing through him, you’d feel it the next day after he practically tore you in two.

“Baby, don’t stop…don’t do this to me. Relax,” he said firmly.

“Too much…too fast, Marc,” you moaned as his fingers tightened further.

“Yeah?!” he hissed, one hand coming off your hip. He licked two fingers and your eyes practically rolled in the back of your head at the sight. He slipped the fingers down and around the straining nub, the tip of his forefinger caressing just beneath it.

“Oh fuck!” you whimpered, head thrown back.

“Hmm?” he chuffed. “What was that, baby?”

��Marc! Fuck! Marc…please!” you cried out. You could feel the slick gush around him, your walls fluttering at the heady sensation. The head of his dick was just touching that sweet spot within you as he continued to slide his fingers up and down beneath your clit. He slowly pulled your hip down, feeling his cock pushing further in.

“Oooo…there she goes. You just needed me to work you a little more, Tiger Lily?” he cooed, his fingers moving to circle the bud tightly.

“Oh God!” you said as you started coming down on his dick. The sting subsided, the extra moisture helping to further him until he could go no more. Your pussy pulsed and fluttered with need as you felt the fullness of him sheathed in you.

“I…I…” you whimpered.

“I know, baby girl,” he taunted, his hand lifting and coming down with a sudden smack. “Now fucking ride me like your life depends on it.”

***

“Does it hurt?” Steven asks. Your eyes flit to his and you shook your head with a cheeky grin.

“Are you serious?” he asks.

“A little. But Steven,” you coo, hand to his cheek,”it’s nothing that I don’t want.”

You draw him in for another kiss and feel his body relax against you, surrendering to you. His hand comes up to cradle your face as he deepens the kiss. Your body is sore from last night’s escapade with Marc, but you feel slick pooling between your thighs as the fluttering in your belly drives you forward with desire. Steven moves to roll you onto your back as his hand grazes down your side. His fingers trace across your lower belly, raising goosebumps along your skin as they slip between your thighs.

#moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #marc spector x fem!reader #steven grant x fem!reader #marc spector smut #steven grant smut #Like You Love Me #Spotify #random reblog

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I have been working on and off on this story for a while as I have been obsessed with Billy Butcher. Alas, my life is just busy enough that I am not always allowed time to sit and write a lot at once anymore and to be honest, I cycle through quite a few different fandoms depending on the mood and day sometimes. But I always seem to find my way back to Butcher. This bit I've been working on doesn't really have a title, though I have labelled it as Contagion in my works. It is a part of The Boys verse and is between Billy Butcher and tentatively the female reader (I'm not sure how I wanted the POV to end up for now). The female reader is a supe (big surprise...lol) so for context, I hope that gives a better understanding of the scene I am posting.

“Billy?” I gasped. “What are you doing?”

Billy Butcher moved in closer, backing me into the wall. I had to get away, distance myself from him, before he got too close. Almost as if he could read my mind, his hands slammed into the wall on either side of my body, effectively trapping me in with the press of his lower body against mine. His breath was warm on my face and I shivered, lifting my eyes to his. His eyes were dark with the shimmer of something devious behind them. Not the kind of devious I should fear…no. The type of devious glint that would bring me to my knees as he rendered me weak, devouring every last inch of me. I could feel my heart thumping in my chest, threatening to break through my rib cage.

“Easy dahlin’,” he growled, a smirk quirking his lips.

I could feel my power threatening to bubble to the surface and I was almost positive my eyes were glowing silvery green as I pressed myself completely up against the wall, trying to somehow meld into it to escape him. I saw the look of surprise cross his features as he took in the glow of my eyes. It must have clicked for him as he stilled his movement.

“It’s ok. You won’ hurt me,” he rasped, his eyes lust blown as he observed me.

His words were almost like magic as I felt myself calming, attempting to dissipate the energy coursing through my veins. I still didn’t remove myself from against the wall, afraid that I would still hurt him in some way.

“Butcher, you can’t-we can’t-” I stammered softly.

“I don’ care. I want you,” he rasped again, moving his face closer to mine. Slowly closing the gap between us I could feel his lips caress mine with a feather light touch, and I crumbled.I pressed my lips back into his, sure that the raging storm of my power was calmed enough as I moved my hands to card through the dark soft hair on the back of his neck. Billy’s hands cupped my face as he drew me in impossibly closer, a fury of teeth and tongue as we tasted each other for the first time. We broke apart for air, both of us gasping in surprise at the sparks igniting between us in that kiss. He was the first to make the next move, pulling me closer to him as he cupped my ass, tugging impatiently as if to say jump. I hopped up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he pressed me into the wall. His lips sought mine in a more violently desperate kiss, his lips exploring my jawline to my ear lobe, gently nipping the skin there. I pushed my hips into his, seeking friction against my clothed core, moaning as I found his member hardening in his jeans.

“Fuck! Billy!” I cried out as he groaned, his hips thrusting his covered cock against me.

“C’mere, love! Gotta get these things off. Need to…ah fuck! Feel you,” he husked as he pulled me away, setting me down on the couch. I quickly whipped my black Ramones shirt up over my head, reaching for his belt to unhook it while he worked the buttons on the black Hawaiian shirt he was wearing.

“Slow down, love. We have all night,” he chuckled, discarding his shirt off to the side. His hands grasped mine gently, taking over unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. I kicked off my shoes and stood to slip my jeggings down my legs, swaying my hips as I gave him a little show in my faux leather bra and panties.

“You’re a li’le minx, ain' ya?” he chuckled. I smiled and unclasped my bra clasp, frowning when he grabbed my hand to stop me. Concerned he may have changed his mind, I glanced at his dark hazel green eyes burning with something familiar behind them. Desire? He moved closer to me, hands taking over where mine had been on my straps, slowly caressing my skin as he slipped them down and off my arms. His breath hitched at the sight, pupils wider and much darker than they had been before. His calloused fingers feather light along the delicate curves, catching the end of each erect nipple. I moaned at the sensation, like an electric pulse throughout my body and sharp along my clit. At this he thumbed them again, watching as my body twitched from the feeling of it. My clit pulsed and I clamped my thighs together, trying to create any friction that I possibly could. He gently took the pebbled peak between his thumb and forefinger, pinching hard and giving a slight tug. I gasped, clenching my thighs together tightly, a warm trickle of slick pooling in my panties.

“Butcher,” I breathed a warning. The diabolical grin he gave me as his hands grazed down my sides, deft fingers hooking into either side of my underwear as he slid them down past my hips, kneeling to slip them off my body. He looked up at me as if to confirm that this was ok. I carded my fingers through his hair, my lips parting as I drew in a breath, eagerly awaiting what he would do next. I felt one of his hands gently settle on to the swell of my hip as he looked back down at my most intimate part bared before him. His fingers softly probed at the seam, following it up and down as if to awaken every last nerve ending there. My legs trembled, threatening to give way under his ministrations. Then almost as if he were afraid he’d hurt me, his fingers slipped beneath the seam, slowly opening me up to him as he slid them back and forth around my hardened clit. The noise he made as one finger traveled down to notch just at the entrance to my core was inhumane and I felt more of the moisture within me seep out around the tip of his finger.

“Fuck, love, you this wet fer me?” he rasped.

#the boys #billy butcher #billy butcher smut #billy butcher x female reader #Contagion #Spotify #another rando reblog

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This snippet is a little more difficult as I don't have everything fleshed out in this story yet, but after finally watching the tv show The Punisher, I started writing bits and pieces here and there. This is going to be a somewhat short bit with a few lines from two different scenes I have written. They are kind of my favorite and I am hoping to put this together enough to post someday soon. This is a Punisher AU between Frank Castle and female reader, who happens to be a former HYDRA captive...and was the love of the deceased Winter Soldier (I know...please don't come for me, it just made sense at the time). It is titled Bad to the Bone.

“Frank,” you pleaded, your fingers on his lips. “We…we shouldn’t.”

“Says who?” he rasps gently, grabbing your hand to kiss the palm. You shivered at the tenderness this man rendered on you, after watching him violently take out your target moments before.

“This won’t end well. It never does,” you whispered as he leaned closer. Hesitant, he brushed his lips against yours before gravely whispering, “For you or me?”

His lips slotted over yours before you had the chance to reply, a powerful spark igniting with just his kiss. You breathed him in through the kiss, your mind hazing over as you let the feeling consume you. Fuck. You were in trouble with this man. And you knew then it was only going to end up one way. If only you could bring yourself to stop this. You pulled away from his lips, your forehead resting against his.

“Both of us,” you breathed in response as you pulled away.

“Come with me. I want to show you something,” you said, rolling up out of your bed. He grabbed your wrist and you turned to see the confusion on his face.

“It’s 5:30 in the morning. Where are you-”

“Relax, old man. It’s not a dirty trick. I want to show you something. Please trust me?” you reassured him.

“But…it’s 5:30 in the morning,” he repeated. You rolled your eyes playfully, breaking his grip to grab your jeans and hoodie.

“I’ll make you some coffee. Then when we’re done, we’ll crawl back into bed. I promise,” you said, the smile stretching from ear to ear. Something about the way you looked at him must have changed his mind as he smiled back at you and sat up.

“Ok,” he replied, retrieving his clothes. You slipped your feet into your untied hightops and made way for your kitchen. The Keurig buzzed to life as you heard him clomping down the hallway to the bathroom in those heavy boots and sighed as you set to work making his coffee. You tried to steady your spinning mind, reminding yourself that he wasn’t Bucky as the tears pricked your eyes suddenly. So many times you had done this with him in secret when you’d been HYDRA’s. You inhaled as deeply as your lungs would allow, willing the tears to recede and as you heard Frank make his way down the hall to you, you exhaled calmly. As he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, you snapped the lid on his cup and turned to hand it to him, smiling softly.

“Your magic cup of coffee. Cream and sugar, right?” you asked. He nodded with a chuckle and took the cup.

“Magic, huh?” he asked. It was your turn to nod as you turned back to yours, stirring in the sugar and creamer.

“We’ll see about that,” he said, taking a sip. The moan emitted from the back of his throat made you chuckle.

“This… this is fucking incredible! What is this?” he asked.

“A secret blend. Good, huh?” you answered as you finished making your cup.

“I might have to keep you around just for this, darlin’,” he teased.

“Ouch, Castle. Nice to know my coffee is saving me from heartache,” you said.

“I’m serious. What is this?” he asked again with a grin.

“Are you good at keeping secrets?” you asked.

“Yeah, of course I am ,” he said. You turned and leaned in closer to his lips.

“Good. So am I,” you quipped as you turned to walk to the door.

“You’re terrible,” he said as he followed you out and up the stairs to the rooftop.

#frank castle #the punisher #Bad to the Bone #Spotify #frank castle x female reader #another rando reblog

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