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supersizemeplz · 1 year

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Don’t Mute Me

Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

A mini #supersizedfic based on the photo below. Excuse any typos and I hope you enjoy! ❤️

The mass of crossed conversations filled the air between the people that weaved in and out of the stores filling the mall. A light chill was in the air of the current shop that the gleeful woman occupied. Moniece grinned as she accepted the receipt from the cashier of the boutique before wishing them a quick and calm shift. Her booted heels aided her in her quick steps as she exited the door and back into the crowd. She was thankful that she went with the shorter heeled booties instead of the heels she first looked at this morning.

Vibrations in her pocket caught her attention and she balanced the bags in her hand to answer the call. "Good morning, Stevensss." She sang out as she adjusted her airpod in her ear, smiling at the screen as he adjusted his phone. "Don't you look handsome in your turtleneck."

He adjusted the dark fabric around his neck, chuckling. The gold watch on his wrist caught the sunlight as well as the chain around his neck. "Thank you, thank you. I only wore it because I know you like it when I do." She does.

"I'm glad you know. Professionalism fits you well, Mr. Stevens. I love a versatile man." She took a moment to look away from the screen. Her eyes searched for her favorite wing spot. Just Wing It. Erik showed her the place a few months prior and she found herself having to get something from there every time she visited the food court. "How did the presentation go at the office?"

She watched as he focused on turning before he glanced at her again. "It went really, baby. You know how persuasive your man can be." He sent her a wink as he spoke. "And we'll be starting their new development a little after the spring. We just have a few revisions to get approved and then we wait."

"That's amazing, E! I told you that everything would go smoothly." She beamed with genuine excitement. "Now you can relax a little. Maybe we can try out that new restaurant that you've been wanting to try. It's been a minute since our schedules have allowed us to have a date night. With her shopping bags in her left hand, she walked up to the counter and gifted the older woman at the register a soft smile. "Hold on real quick, babe." She spoke to Erik before she muted the microphone. He replied to her a relaxed, "Aight, baby".

"Hey, sweetie. What can I get for you?" The woman greeted, tapping the screen as she awaited her order. Moniece looked up to the menu as if she didn't already know what she was going to order. Today, she hadn't had breakfast so she could go for a little extra in her meal. Her phone vibrated in her hand with a notification that Erik sent her enough money to cover her meal. And possibly go back and get those shoes to match the bag she just bought.

She ordered her usual with a little extra on the side, handing over her card with a smile before she accepted her large lemonade. "You made it a large, huh? Extra wet and double fries?" He suddenly spoke, making her eyes snap to down to look at him on the screen. He gave her a big, dimpled smile that was contagious. She didn't speak up at first and he chuckled at her silence. "Don't put me on mute, girl. I don't care that you ordered a little extra. I eat more than that all the time."

"I didn't order a large, if you must know.." She spoke with a faux attitude, rolling her eyes playfully. "I supersized it and added lemon pepper sprinkles." A smile spread across her lips as he laughed. He was so goofy. "I can't stand you. And I can pay for my own food, sir."

He turned off the engine of his car, finally picking up his phone to admire her closer. "Now you know I take care of my baby and I don't wanna hear your pretty ass getting on to me for it.. And I just know you smell as good as you look." He was right. The soft groan he let out was enough for you to know that he could envision your scent from memory. "Warm and sweet, just lik-"

"Alright, sir. Don't get yourself worked up before you are in those folks faces." She couldn't help her giggle that escaped. He found that so cute about her.

"You wouldn't help your man out?" The sounds of the door opening and his keys jingling as he got out took over. Two beeps indicated his car locking as he made his way back to the office. "I could be a little late coming back."

"Baby, help you do what? All I can do is pray for you." He smacked his lips at that response, trying to hide his smile. She laughed at him pursing his lips. Her ticket number was called and she thanked the cashier as she accepted the bag of food. "I'm sorry, babe. It was the perfect set up."

"You always have a tik tok reference for everything." He smirked, shaking his head as he gave a passing wave to one of his coworkers. "But I'm about to walk back in so I'll see your fine ass at home. Maybe you can try on all your new outfits and model them for me?"

"Of course, baby. Me and my outfits will be waiting for you when you get home. I might even make your favorite meal tonight." She sent him a wink of her own and he grinned.

"You keep winking at me and that ain't the only thing I'll be eating." The laugh she let out at that made him chuckle.

"Bye, Stevens. Because you are acting up right now." She started the car before resting back against the driver's seat. He licked his lips before nodding.

"Alright, baby. Getting home to you will be what gets me through the day." She smiled at his words. "Now gimme kisses so I can go make us some more money."

#black woman #oneshot #black panther #black reader #erik stevens #erik x reader #erik killmonger x black!reader #supersizedfic

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quirkless-accident · 2 years

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Atlas

Hi, I'm alive I've been chipping away at this bigger project and trying to shift my hyperfixation back to Danny Phantom because I have kinda been missing writing. I don't have a lot of free time between my apprenticeship and my part time job but I'll try my best to catch up on the requests in my inbox. In the meantime I made you some food (and if you see any typos, no you dont)(it's almost 1am I am not proof reading this bullshit) -----

Dating Hitoshi was the easiest thing in the world for Danny. They just clicked, and could spend hours doing everything and nothing at all. It was going better than either of them had expected it too, and part of that was due to agreeing to make time for one another early on in their relationship. Between school and internships, and graduation right around the corner, they were both incredibly busy. Making time for each other provided not only a chance rest and catch their breath before they continued on with their busy schedules.

So every Thursday when they got done with training they went on a date. Sometimes it was the movies, and sometimes it was a walk through the park or a trip to Hitoshi's favorite cat café. Once it was Danny's favorite arcade where he had his ass handed to him in DDR, and other times it was in one of their dorms, idly enjoying each other's quiet company.

Today was a trip to the mall, with little Eri in tow because Aizawa was pulled away to work last second to help catch an escaped villain, but didn't want to ruin their date night. Especially since he had been a strong advocate of said date night from the start.

And it was going great.

Or, at least, it had been.

There hadn't been a lot of time to react. The earth shook harder than anything either of them had ever experienced. Earthquakes weren't uncommon, but this one was strong and earth shattering-literally.

Hitoshi wastes no time in getting Eri into his arms as he sprints for the exit. Danny is right behind him, practically stepping on him as he helps the occasional person back to their feet.

Another shockwave, worse than the last, rips through the ground, knocking them off their feet. Danny is the first to recover, stumbling his way towards Hitoshi and Eri.

Huge pieces of debris are raining down on them, and there's a rather large rock that pegs Hitoshi in the back of the head. He drops fast and hard, but before Danny can even bend down to check on him, the ceiling caves in completely.

It's a strange feeling to be engulfed in a sudden darkness. The sounds of people's panicked cries are muffled by the concrete surrounding them, and the air is suddenly still. But Danny can't pay attention to any of that.

How can he when he's too busy holding up the building?

It had been an instinctual reaction. He was right on top of Hitoshi, who was unconscious, and Eri, who was still a child, helpless and relying on her big, strong brothers to keep her safe.

Danny allowed the white rings to wash over him, changing him into Phantom. The soft glow he naturally gave off illuminated part of the cavern Danny had accidentally created when he caught the ceiling.

It wasn't a huge space. Maybe four feet high, and enough space for nine other civilians to be trapped with them, packed like sardines. Some were awake and scared, others in a daze, and two who were unconscious.

And all of their lives were suddenly in Danny's shaking hands.

His arms and legs were already starting to burn. He could last, he knew he could. He had to.

There was no other option.

He was in a squat, holding the debris up on his back with his arms spread out as support. He breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth, trying to focus on anything but the pain in his limbs and spine.

Right. First, status.

Three unconscious, five awake, three dazed and probably heavily concussed. He himself definitely had bruised ribs, and-yeah, he bit his tongue. The bitter taste of his own ectoplasm was quickly filling his mouth, so he turned his head to the side and spit it out. Don't think about the pain, don't think about how if you fail, everyone-including Hitoshi and Eri-will die. Don't think about how long it might take to realize they're under here let alone how long it'll take them to get out.

Get out. Could he get them out?

He couldn't turn the debris intangible. The structure was too unstable, too unpredictable, and he didn't need anybody getting any more injured than they already were. He couldn't turn the victims intangible. There were too many of them, and too many were too injured to properly move anyway.

Ice was also probably a bad idea. There wasn't a lot of space for any kind of support system, and not only would the ice not hold up under this weight, but it would probably give everybody but him hypothermia or something. Big ice moves out in the open where the cold could spread out where it needed too was one thing, but to do it in such a tight, enclosed space? Not an option.

His shields, too, would probably shatter under the weight. Not like he wouldn't be straining with that, either.

He didn't have any other powers he could use. Not any that were strong enough without hurting anybody inside.

The ceiling came down with more weight, shoving Danny down a couple inches. He groaned in pain, ducking his head to his chest and he forced his legs to move up, regaining a few of the inches lost.

"Danny?"

Danny's head snapped back up. Eri was looking at him with wide, worried eyes as she looked him up and down.

"Hey, what's up Er-Bear?" He asked, hoping the nickname would sooth her. She and Danny had both been sick six months ago, and in a glorious haze of cherry flavored cough medicine, had decided to watch every single Care Bears movie in one sitting before promptly passing out for twelve hours. The nickname had stuck, and she only lets Danny call her that.

God, what he wouldn't give to be watching Care Bears with Eri again right now.

He tried his best to keep his voice even and calm, but even to his own ears it sounded strained with the effort of holding up the building.

"Are you okay?" She asked. "You're bleeding a lot."

Danny gave her a quizzical look, unable to say anything with the breath stuck in his throat from the effort he was giving out. She pointed to his stomach, and Danny looked down.

Oh.

How had he not felt it?

There was a piece of rebar sticking out of the left side of his abdomen, bright green ectoplasm lazily dripping from the end to the floor.

He was both lucky and unlucky in this situation. Lucky, because ectoplasm was slower and thicker than blood, thus he wasn't going to lose it as fast. But unlucky because he couldn't fucking move, because he was holding up a fucking building.

It would have to stay there.

If he got an infection he was going to be pissed.

"Oh, I'm perfectly fine, Er-Bear," he told her. He pulled at his core and relished in the brief comfort the coldness gave him, focusing on the wound in his side. The ice creeped from the inside out, effectively plugging the hole, though it wouldn't do much good when he'd need to remove himself from it later. But this, this would give Eri a small comfort, and it would help him last a bit longer. Bleeding out isn't exactly a good thing when doing hero work.

Eri spends too much time with Deku. That is to say, she's smart. Quick as a whip and sees right through it, but it's an olive branch that she takes with all the care an eight year old can.

"Hey!" One of the civilians from the back calls out. Danny tries to look at them, but his glow only goes so far. He can barely make out Eri, who's right in front of him. "Can you get us out of here?" She asks.

"No-Not-at the moment," Danny grits out. His whole body is shaking with effort now. How long has it been? How much longer will it be?

"Well, you're a hero, aren't you?"

Danny knows it's the panic. Knows it's the worry. He understands not knowing for certain if he'll make it long enough to see the end of a bad situation.

But for the love of the Ancients, he has never wanted to drop a building more on someone than in that moment.

There's a sharp slap of skin on skin, and a whined out protest.

"Can't you see he's the only reason we're even still breathing right now?" Another stranger says. She sounds younger than the other one.

"Hey-no-just calm down," Danny says through a shaky breath. In through the nose, out through the mouth. "Are you injured?"

"Nothing but a couple scrapes and bruises from us," the younger one answers. Danny nods. In through the nose, out through the mouth.

"Hey, Eri," he says after a few moments of tense silence.

"Everything okay?" She asks, in the same way Yamada does sometimes when he can sense something is wrong.

"Just perfect, Er-Bear," he answers. "But I can't-I can't remember the words to a song. Do you think you could help me out?"

She nods quickly, and he hums the tune as best as he can. She picks it up quickly and starts to sing it to him.

It's a welcome distraction. It's something for Eri to focus on, instead of worrying about him or Hitoshi. It's something for the civilians to focus on so they stop talking to him. It's something for Danny to focus on, to distract him from the pain.

The ground shakes again. It's not as powerful as before, but it's enough for Danny to sink a few inches.

He isn't able to regain them back, but he digs his heels in and holds steady, not letting the space become smaller.

"Keep singing, Eri," Danny gently instructs. "The words are really important to me."

"Okay."

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Hitoshi startles with a choked off gasp that turns into a coughing fit. But when he finally calms down enough, and looks past the blinding pain in his skull, he makes out the off-tune singing of Eri.

"Oh, you should sing the one from that cartoon you like," he hears Danny say.

"Neko Neko Weekend?" Eri asks.

"Yeah, sure."

Danny's voice sounds strained and breathy. If he has a reaction to Hitoshi turning to face him, he doesn't show it. Or rather, can't show it. His head is dipped down, chin almost touching his chest. He's in a deep squat with a huge weight on his back with nothing but his aura and his ectoplasm to light up the space they're in.

The space.

The earthquake.

The building collapsing.

Oh.

Hitoshi looks at Danny, body shaking with the strain, sweat dripping down his face. He's got one eye closed because of the ectoplasm that's leaking into it from the big gash on his forehead. There's something sticking out of his stomach, held together by ice.

Hitoshi looks at Danny.

He sees Atlas.

Hitoshi quickly pulls out his phone, fumbling for a moment before trying to turn it on. When nothing happens, he runs his hands along the screen and seems. It's shattered to hell and back. Lucky to be in one piece, probably.

"Danny," Hitoshi says, keeping his voice low for his own sake. His head is throbbing, and the dim light coming from Danny is hurting his eyes. "Danny, do you have your phone?"

"Belt," Danny says, short and clipped. He hasn't looked up, but Hitoshi can hear the relief in his voice. "Left side."

Hitoshi is careful moving around the small space, where the only sounds are Danny's shaky but consistent breathing, and Eri singing herself to death. He fumbles a little, but manages to pull it out without an issue, and other than a small crack in the top, it's in perfect working condition. He quickly dials his dad's number.

"-nny?" Aizawa's worried voice filters through, broken up and full of static. "Where-ou okay?"

"Dad," Hitoshi breaths a sigh of relief. "There was an Earthquake and we're at the mall just outside a store near the exit. We're trapped under some debris."

"Status," Aizawa says. He's using his on-duty voice, and it kicks Hitoshi's brain into hero-mode. He rattles off what he sees or what the civilian in the back tells him, as well as his own injuries. And because he knows Danny is going to downplay his injuries, he goes into what's probably boderlining on too much detail.

"Is Danny awake?" His dad asks.

"He's holding up the ceiling," Hitoshi responds. The glow is a little bit brighter now, Danny's body a little bit shakier.

"What." Aizawa says, and it sounds monotone but Hitoshi can hear the disbelief in his voice.

"He's the only reason we're all okay," he says. "But it's been-" he pulls the phone back to look at the time and sucks in a sharp breath. Fuck. "It's been nearly forty minutes, Dad."

"I'm fine," Danny grits out. "Speaker phone."

Hitoshi obliges as he gives Danny a look.

"I'm fine," Danny repeats, sounding completely not fine.

"You're doing great, Danny. We've got a rescue crew digging as we speak. -scaped villain's doing. He's back in custody. Just need you to hold on a little longer, okay?"

"That's the plan," Danny grits out. The weight shifts above him, and he sucks in a sharp, painful breath as the rebar running him through also shifts. It's a couple centimeters at most but it's enough to distract Danny from the conversation at hand.

"How long?" Hitoshi asks, an edge to his voice.

"Eight minutes," Aizawa answers, and damn it, it doesn't look like Danny has ten minutes.

The cavern shakes and Danny sinks further into the ground. His thighs are parallel with the ground now, trembling.

"Make it five," he demands, his voice bordering on desperate.

"Stay on the line," Aizawa tells them.

"Er-Bear," Danny says after a moment. "What's your favorite song? Can you sing that one next?"

Hitoshi is confused for a moment. Singing? Now? But then he sees Danny's eyes closing, focusing on the sound of Eri's voice as he pushes up. Can hear him shakily breathing close in time with the rhythm of an eight year old. And none of the civilians are panicking.

Danny needs this as much as everybody else in the cavern does. Probably more so.

The song is about three minutes long, and Danny is quick to ask her to sing it again. "There might have been a few missed words or something, Er-Bear," he tells her. "Need to sing it one more time just in case."

And, oh. It's not just a distraction from the pain. Not just a tool to help pace his breathing so he doesn't hyperventilate while holding up a building. Eri's song has become a timer.

Those that are awake appear to catch on pretty quickly, and they're moving in anticipation of their rescue being there.

Half way through the song, the weight above them shifts. Danny is forced to one knee, slamming it down in the ground so hard Hitoshi can hear it crack. There are panicked gasps coming from those that are awake, but Eri is so focused on her song that she barely even stumbles. And, oh. The singing is a way to keep Eri calm as well. The last thing they need is for her to lose control.

When Eri is almost to the end, the back of the cavern where the civilians are opens up. The light that filters in is hazy and dim, but it illuminates their situation well.

The light makes Hitoshi light headed, and his head is hurting so bad he doesn't even realize the civilians and Eri have been pulled free until there are calloused hands gripping his arm and have pulling him to the exit. The cavern is so low now he has to crawl along his stomach, but at least he's alive. At least Eri and the others made it.

Hopefully Danny will too.

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Shouta sees to it personally that he gets his fucking kids out.

Eri crawls to him without any prompt. Hitoshi is looking a little dazed, and like he might throw up at any second. He takes a bit longer.

And Danny? Well, it's a work in progress.

He doesn't seem to realize help has finally come. His eyes are closed, and his breathing is carefully regulated, as shaky as it is. His whole body is trembling, and holy fuck, Shouta is still coming to terms with the fact that his son's boyfriend caught a building.

"Danny, hey," Shouta says, keeping his voice steady and calm. Danny opens his eyes, but doesn't bring his head up.

"There's not enough space for the paramedics," he explains. "I'm gonna carry you out, but you have to turn us intangible, okay?"

"P-people?" He asks, and it sounds like it's taking an unimaginable amount of effort to do so.

"All safe. Alive and accounted for. You did good kid. Now I'm gonna hold onto you, and on the count of three you'll turn us intangible, okay?"

Danny grunts in acknowledgement, and Shouta moves to his side, one arm around his side and the other behind his legs, waiting to scoop him up.

"Okay, ready? Three, two, one."

Nothing happens. Danny has used his powers on him enough times for him to know how it feels. But there's no icy-water-down-his-spine feeling. He tightens his grip on Danny.

"Kid, you gotta let go," he says.

"Scared," Danny grunts.

"I know. I know, but it'll be okay. Do you trust me?"

He doesn't answer. Not verbally, anyway. But Shouta feels the cold in his veins, and his shoulder goes through the rocks. Shouta scoops Danny up, and the building falls on them, through them, engulfing them in an unnatural darkness.

"We're okay, kid," Shouta tells him. "Just hold on a little longer for me. Can you do that?"

Danny manages one nod, clutching onto Shouta tightly. His whole body is shaking as he comes down from his adrenaline high, and now that the rebar is out of his stomach it's starting to sluggishly bleed between the cracks in the ice.

It's only a few seconds longer, and then they're hitting the open air.

"Danny, we're safe. We're out. You can let go now."

And Danny must have really taken that trust comment to heart, because there's no hesitation this time. His powers leak out of Shouta in an instant, and the white rings appear around his waist, turning him from Phantom to Fenton.

He quickly hands Danny over to the paramedics, and climbs into the car with them as they take him to the hospital.

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When Danny wakes up, he can't move his body.

His arms and legs are the heaviest things in the world. But he does manage to get his eyes open, barely.

He's in a hospital bed. There's an IV in one arm and a clasp on his finger. The room is pretty standard, with the exception of the excessive amount of get well soon gifts he has surround him. Flowers of all sorts, cards in a neat stack, balloons fucking everywhere and three huge stuffed animals sitting in the corner. The only light coming in is from the streetlights outside, but other than that it's dark.

He turns his head to one side, and nearly passes out from exhaustion. Sitting in one of the chairs is Jazz, seeping soundly. She's got a book in her lap with her thumb in between the pages. It's a children's book, which makes sense since Eri is asleep in the chair next to her, leaning over the arm rest. Danny can picture it in his head like a movie. Eri leaning over, trying to get a good look at the pictures as Jazz reads, before passing out. Jazz following soon after.

He turns his head the other way, and his heart nearly stops.

Aizawa is sitting on the large windowsill, one leg crossed over the other with his face ducked into his scarf as he sleeps. In the chair by his arm is Yamada, hair down, head tilted back, and snoring softly.

And then Hitoshi.

He's asleep at Danny's side. There are bandages wrapped around his head and a couple bruises around his face but he looks otherwise okay. He's facing Danny, snoring lightly, and holding his hand.

Danny squeezes there interlocked fingers, and Hitoshi jolts awake.

He looks confused for a moment before his eyes fall on Danny, and his body sags with relief.

"Hi," he says quietly.

"Hey," Danny croaks out, but he doesn't get the chance to say anything more before sleep pulls at him again.

The last thing he registers before falling completely under is the reassuring squeeze Hitoshi gives him.

#danny fenton #danny phantom #hitoshi shinso #shouta aizawa #eraserhead #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #tw: gore

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itsevanffs · 1 year

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And oh, being a fanfiction writer doesn't make anyone untouchable or special, if they post in public place, using OUR favorite characters OF COURSE we're going to critique them. do you go and tell to someone who says 'i didn't actually love that book/movie/ANYTHING' 'how can you!!! but they put effort in it- DUMB. ASS. Don't hide behind the 'they might be offended' argument, we all know the only reason y'all pressed is bc you don't like anyone that's not on the same opinion with u.

Wait. So... is this like, a 'I/my friend said something shitty as 'critique' about an author's work who didn't ask for it and Evan and/or his friends said 'hey don't do that, you're being a bit shitty' and now I'm mad about that so I'm going to yell at them instead of doing introspection' type thing?

Because, trust me, you can have all the opinions you want. But when you say 'that movie sucked' to your friend after you exit the cinema, the screen writer doesn't get it blasted in their face in bright red letters. Your complaints don't magically reach the ears of the director, the actors, the camera crew, the CGI guys. Fanfiction ain't like that. You comment 'your prose is childish, you really should have done something better with that' or 'there are so many typos lol learn to spell' and it gets sent, unless these authors have comment emails/comments themselves turned off, straight into their email.

Even if you are my friend, unwarranted criticism will get you a warranted escort to the nearest exit until you shut up. People do this shit for fun, not for profit. They put it out there, for free, because they feel proud of what they have created and want to share it. AO3 is NOT a review or proofreading site - it is a godforsaken archive. Social media, tumblr is not a review or proofreading site. Posting does not mean 'I consent to be absolutely shredded by (well-meaning) nitpickers'.

If you wear your favourite shirt in public, that act does not invite people to go up and tell you it doesn't match your hair or your eye colour.

You wanna critique? Fine. Go sign up as a beta/alpha reader on a proofreading site or forum, and out your spirit there. Look for fics that have 'critiques welcome!' in the author's notes.

But cut the consumerist bullshit you've got going on here, because it doesn't suit fandom at all. This isn't about you; it's about the hearts of people braver than you who put their souls into the world and do not want to be beaten down by unwarranted comments. Consent is a simple concept, and it is absolutely baffling to me that people like you still believe not saying no means yes.

#this was sent at the same time as the last post #personal

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brick-a-doodle-do · 1 year

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reviewing all 25 of my fics !!!!!

i have never read my writing! i just did. some was good, some was bad, here's my review and at the end there's a tier list C:

curiosity one

actively throwing up i hated every little bit of that i'm so glad i'm rewriting that oh my god why was that so popular?? 🤢

i can confidently say i no longer feel this way vvvv

curiosity two

ehhh getting better but still not the best. but at least i didn't cringe my way through the fic this time!! :D

curiosity three

writing is iffy because i'm mixing two different writing styles together

HOWEVER i LOVE the h/c in this therefore it is so far my favorite chapter :D

"tommy calm down, it's just a drink, see?" is just WJKEJFNRDNF i love it for no reason :D the interactions in this i admit are really nice

curiosity four

supposed to be an exiting chapter but tbh i did not execute that too well

uhh yippeee he's out!!!

curiosity five

mmm mm m mmmm idk how to feel about this one

very fast paced i will admit

this whole series is so fucking rushed 😭

curiosity six

meh

dialogue is pretty cool tho

overall this series is rushed and poorly made lmaooo

wilbur chocolate 1

okay this is pretty good

not lovely but it's readable and i honestly love this au so i'm not gonna diss it too hard

wilbur chocolate 2

i like this one

dialogue go brrr

also i feel like i executed wil's panic semi-well? i definitely made him have some trust in tommy way too soon but yk

i'll run away and hide with you

ehhh there's nothing technically wrong with it,,,,,

no real comments it's fine ig

spy au: unofficial prologue

idk there's nothing wrong with it like this fic !! :D

2022 summer exchange

again too rushed i need to draw out trust it doesn't happen in two minutes!!!

"you're pretty" makes me happy tho. don't ship dnf too hard but i like it :DD

ghosts are better than humans

writing is iffy but it's cute !!

company & repairs 1

first fic and it's mid. i got fanart for it though, that's pretty cool :D (i toooootally didn't ask for it, i got it just by pure chance. totally!)

mm i could've written his injuries better

i like my use of internal questions

dude in my earlier fics i was so scared to write like product names and the word "scream" and "yell" bc i didn't want it to come off as cringe like wth that is literally so bad

i let go, when i should've held tighter/an inconvenience, at best 1

typos are bad. bad bad.

writing can 100% be difficult

ended up deleting it to redo it bc after all this worldbuilding i need to redo some things :)

also dialogue is everything but accurate

never fucking again.

ok ummm i could've done his pain a lot better

i've gotten better at writing mental health so i'm going to rewrite this someday

but to be fair i wrote this alongside many other things that day---i was doing a bet,,,,

writing is actually kind of decent and i love how chill tommy is lmaooo "well, he fucked that one up" "at least he got his powers working"

apart from thattt i LOVE this au and am excited to write the first chapter :D

oh, george

okay time to see all the hype around this. 93 notes???? this better be good

not worth all the notes (sosososo grateful for those btw almost 100 notes that is AWESOME) but i can see why it was liked. i can usually tell if this community will eat smth up or not,,,

don't fall

i liked that

definitely my favorite so far

writing is decent and it's fluffy so i like it :DD good job me C:<

heavy is the head that gets no sleep

mm cute i like it :D

top for sure

2022 secret santa: too good to be true

okay the idea for this was like actually awesome, i loved having dream like kinda do into that trance thingy and having it fade in later. and i like how i incorporated "bitter stares" into it.

however there's a severe lack of dialogue and the action is drawn out, far too short and not properly there

it also felt rlly short so there's that,,,

the act of making noise 1

i like this one! it could be a little bit better but tbh it's a good au and i like the writing a lot more than some of my other fics so it s a win from me :D

i also think i has a nice flow to it? that could just be me tho

counting down the seconds

v bad i can see why this didn't do too well

deleting it cause this au is on hiatus,, might give it out as a prompt now :D

uhh writing wasn't too good and it was very boring, way too long asw,,,

mere monstrosity

I LOVED THAT??

it's actually well written??

WRITING SHANE IS SO FUN HIS DIALOGUE IS THE BEST----

this is such an underrated fic of mine istggg

top fics for sureee

sfdjsdjgdnf SHANE'S DIALOGUEEEE!!!!! I WILL GLADDLY WRITE MORE OF HIM!!

the little things (written)

badly written, fluffy, one of my oldest fics

cory's notes give me life tho <333 "your writing makes me feel warm" AJGFSAJDGEFJDNF i love cory smsm :D

shroud, you savior?

good fic idea, poorly executed

and oh my god in my earlier fics i'm realizing how oblivious i was to how puncuation worked, especially for my dialogueeeeeee!! it makes me feel terrible reading it,,,,,

also the amount of fluff-to-angst ratio is good, but again i need to write panic better,,,,

hush 1

YES! I LIKE THIS! to be fair it's my newest fic but STILL i like this a lot!!!

good angst, suspense could be a tiiiny bit better but i still rlly like this!!! top fic for sure C:<

switched

fluff. fluff fluff fluff. writing aside the mouthplay scenes are the best things ever i am so happy this exists !!!!!!!!!

wow i have an excruciating number of fics. i did not like reading them :'D

tier list time >:D (more under cut)

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hush 1 (writing, dialogue, plot, everything is good imo)

don't fall (if the writing for this was better it'd be #1 !! the fluff, this entire au in general, "i won't hurt you" mmmm this is a yummy fic !!!)

mere monstrosity (speaks for itself. i loved this fic! it's a bit rocky in the beginning but i just love shane sm <3)

the act of making noise 1 (YES this is good. the overall plot is iffy but i like chapter one so far, hopefully i can take this au in the right direction !!)

curiosity killed the cat 3 ("it's just a drink, see?" mm yummy)

heavy is the head that gets no sleep (prime boys my belovedd)

spy au: unofficial prologue (i just have a thing for spy!dnf <33)

wilbur chocolate 2 (like i said, dialogue go brrrr, and it's actually a decent sequel. wilbur chocolate beloved asw >:D)

wilbur chocolate 1 (angst beloved)

ghosts are better than humans (it's simple. i didn't overdo it,,,)

i let go when i should've held tighter/spy au 1 (spy au belovedd!!!)

never fucking again (love this au sm, my opinion is swayed again)

switched (tinies overcoming their fear of getting nommed is such a high trope for me,,,)

oh, george (my opinion is swayed bc of the tiktok it's based off of)

2022 secret santa: too good to be true (honestly despite my lack of flow & dialogue its pretty good)

2022 summer exchange (honestly idk why i don't rlly like this---i'm making a part two so some part of me should enjoy it?)

shroud, you savior? (ok this fic is an era to me it brings back positive memories :] also ppl like this so i meannn)

curiosity killed the cat 2 (he and wilbur talk, what's not to like? i like this chapter a lot actually)

the little things (little streamer au my belovedd)

curiosity killed the cat 6 (everything is revealed!!!! and wilbur not being able to really do anthing cause a. he's in tommy's storage and b. he's a traitor, kidnapper and villain in tommy's eyes)

i'll run away and hide with you (idkkkk why i don't like this either. to be fair nothing's really wrong with it,,)

company & repairs 1 (again memories and also idk this was my first fic, i think nostalgia is helping my decision)

curiosity killed the cat 4 (he gets out, that's pretty cool)

counting down the seconds (eeeehhh this used to be a cool au of mine but that was before i just stopped working on it and i realized it wasn't that cool,,)

curiosity killed the cat 1 (No.)

i switched these around so much lmaoo but i was dead set on the last two. curiosity was so bad wtf??

#talking brick #tw implication/mention #mw #all aus #this took FOREVER #why didn't anyone tell me curiosity sucked???#i would've worked on rewriting it sooner-----#anyways #mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t #g/t #fic review #dream smp g/t #dsmp gt #mcyt gt #LONG post #brick does tier lists

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fceriestcrdst · 2 years

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[reads ur tags]

I'm glad that it helped!!!! & No need to apologize reblog as many times as you like, I love seeing you in my notifs 🥺

*sleepily blows kisses to you bc ive been awake since 4pm yesterday*

putting a readmore bc i infodumped on accident

watch me rb it like---way too often truly. you're gonna see me like "ah, he lives---" i have the third gif as my discord header rn bc i love him. like that whole scene just!! & the museum scenes from the beginning of episode one!!!! also really love the heart eyes scene in episode 4

from the moment he steps into the museum to getting told he has a date, the sequence with donna about the ennead & the lil sequence of him exiting

the museum as well!!! (obviously minus the donna being a raging cunt bits!). also in episode 4 just the entire bit with layla before they properly enter the tomb bc the share heart eyes makes me weep for literal hours-

also the bathroom scene with marc in episode one & the gun scene in episode 3 (bc idk,,i try to find gifs of him pulling it away daily. why? because its very sexy of him!). ALSO ALSO the "i'm sorry what? i'm dead--we're dead?" scene because he looks fucking gorgeous in it & the "this is the building principle-" scene before the opened to door to realize he's on a boat!!!!

also this hands on his hips scene:

alsoalsoalso the entire boat scene with layla is stunning 7 layla is also stunning so hang on:

hearteyes layla my beloved but also episode 3 layla looking up at steven my beloved & scarlet scarab layla my beloved!!! also love the Mr. knight/moon knight looks without the masks on (idk why??? I've learned i really dislike being unable to see their faces!)

LETS ALSO NOT FORGET THE BIT IN EPISODE 1 OF STEVEN WITH CRAWLEY SAYING "BIT OF A RED FLAG, INNIT?" BECAUSE I SEE THAT SCENE & STRAIGHT STARE AT THE TV-

im dead tired but still somehow squeezed an entire infodump of my favorite scene from mk that you can use against me eventually. i probably have more but these are the ones i really really like---that live rent-free. i assume we can tell episode 1 is maybe my true favorite but really all of them are my favorite-

anyways, im gonna rb that gifset truly until i die & if i haven't mentioned bc brain is soup rn---i love the entire layla in steven's flat scene in episode 2 up until he is in the ca being taken to harrow. like the blues are so pretty & the way he looks when he opens his front door make some fucking sob hly fucking christ. i wish i could pinpoint why i have attached so heavily to steven (but honestly, outside of tumblr i am very active with each other them--equally--& wish i could tell you why)

if this has a fuckton of typos & makes no coherent sense---i have been up since 4pm yesterday. my brain is shutting down & i am entering my wonk hours <3

also i really like in & all scenes where he's wearing his glasses/reading/in general being very steven

okayokay, i am going to up the shut fuck. ilysm--i ma so sorry i fucking infodumped for no reason--apparently my brain wanted all this out before it exploded-

#nym ✨#crow's friendship garden 💖💐#kit's love letters 🥺💗#fuckin sending asks to half awake me is a wild time shjsdghjgdf #if you asked for my fave sw ones i'd definitely tell you #cause i have many--i think

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sheloooveswomen · 2 years

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welcome home - xandra terrell x reader

masterlist

summary: Kind of an in home date night. You two were mostly physical to start. Now you live in a nice apartment and have officially been together for 10 months yay, 5 months officially (emotional and physical relationship). I love the pet name "Dove" ugh my heart, so that's what Xandra is saying. It's not a typo for love in case someone misunderstands that.

includes: softdom!xandra x fem!reader, thoughts are italicized, all in reader’s POV.

warnings: none

inspired by Dangerous ASMR’s audio on youtube

2,378 words

Y/N POV//

My preparation is interrupted by knocking.

"Babe? It's me- why's the door locked?” Xandra asks from outside our apartment, “Worried someone was gonna steal you?"

Since she always texts me when she’s on her way home, I usually unlock the door in time for her to exit the elevator. Obviously today I did not.

I move the plates as quickly as I can, "Hold on! I'm almost done!"

"Almost done with what? Cmon, open up!" she starts to knock again before going quiet, "Whatever."

I hear her key turning the lock so I rush to put the chain lock on the door, "I'm still getting ready!"

Xandra scoffs, "Getting ready?" she looks me up and down through the crack of the door with a wolfish grin, "Mmm getting that sweet ass rea— shit, sorry Mrs.Sullivan!" she smiles at our neighbor. I go back to setting up as she knocks on the door whisper shouting, "Hurry up before I embarrass myself again!"

I only laugh in response.

"I hope you're okay with old lady Sullivan knowing how you like it."

I give everything another once over before opening the door.

She sighs and smiles when I open the door fully, "Finally." After putting her purse down on the side table she draws me in by my waist and places a long kiss on my lips, "I was thinking you were going to keep me out there all night, my dove."

I peck her lips once more before giving her room to take off her heels and rushing off again, "Stay here please!" I head back to the kitchen.

"So what're you up to, hm? What's the big secret?"

"If I told you then it wouldn't be a secret!" I say in a sing song voice. I come back in with a silk tie in hand, "I am gonna need to blindfold you, though."

Xandra chuckles dryly.

"Please?" I pout.

Her eyes shift from the tie to me.

"Please mistress?" I try again.

Xandra smirks, "Hmm alright...but you better not walk me into anything pet, or you'll pay for it later."

"I won't." I give her a quick kiss before covering her eyes.

"Okay, lead on."

I walk her towards the dining room.

"I'm not used to being the one that's blindfolded. Though I can see the appeal."

I gently push down on her shoulders to have her sit after pulling her chair out.

"Okay...sitting." Her head moves as if she could looking around, "That smells really good...like...stew? No...oohhh bourguignon?"

"Yep!" I smile knowing it's her favorite, "Does that sound alright?"

"That sounds very good, but you know I can't eat blindfolded, right?"

"I will take it off when all is ready"

She sighs dramatically, "So mysterious. I guess I'll play along."

"Would you like to try the wine for the evening?" I ask in a posh voice.

Xandra turns her nose to the air and replies with an ever pretentious, "I hope it pairs well with the main course."

I fill her glass, take a sip for myself, and tilt her already upturned face by her chin to give her a deep kiss.

She smiles as we part, "Well thank you." she licks her lips to taste the wine, "Delicious."

"Are you ready to eat?"

"Yes, I'm very ready. I'm excited to see what my love has in store for me tonight." I untie her blindfold and am rewarded with a gasp, "Oh wow you really went all out, candles, wine..." she watches me refill her glass.

I hear her take a sip as I head back to the kitchen.

"Delicious, I wasn't sure if the wine was good or if it was just you, dove. It smells amazing in here, what's the occasion?" she places her glass down.

"Just because?" I reply.

"Just because, huh? I knew I liked you for some reason." she teases.

I smile and bend to give her a quick kiss on her cheek, placing her silverware in front of her, "I do give great head."

"Oh stop, you know thats not the only reason, doll. I adore you because of who you are not what you do for me." she grabs my wrist and pulls me into her lap, "You're my sweet, darling dove. Yes the things you do are wonderful and amazing and you're very thoughtful, but it's just that, the thought behind it all. It's that every time you do something for me it's because you care for me and you want to show me. It doesn't matter what you do, it's how you do it that matters most."

"Ready to eat?" I blush, making her laugh.

Xandra rolls her eyes at my inability to accept a compliment, "Of course." She pats my butt as I head back to the kitchen, "This is amazing. You're amazing." She places her napkin on her lap and sighs, "This really made my day."

"I'm glad to hear it, but there's still more." I take my seat.

"Right, right, of course there's more." Her eyes follow me as I move around, "You always do so much for me, my dove. Let's eat. Cheers!" we clink glasses and dig in.

___________

Noticing Xandra has finished, I try to take her plate so I can soak our dishes.

Key word: try.

"You sit, I'll take care of this. Sometimes I think you might be too nice."

"Is that a bad thing?" I ask.

She laughs, "Oh yeah. I'm very worried that you're secretly a hitman. No, I just—" she sighs, "sometimes I think you try to help others too much and you forget about yourself. You're very selfless and that's a fantastic trait to have, dove, but you have to take care of yourself, too. You're too selfless for your own good, is all."

"I take care of myself enough" I whine.

"No pet. I mean it. I worry sometimes that you'll let people take advantage of you."

"I rather enjoy it when you take advantage of me." a smirk grows on both of our faces.

Xandra dries her hands and starts walking towards where I'm sitting on the counter. She tucks a finger in the waistband of my jeans and tugs me closer to the edge, "Oh? You want me to take advantage of you, do you?" she rests her hands on my thighs, "We'll see about that..." her lips meet mine and we make out for a few heavenly minutes. She soon moves her lips to my neck, biting down to release involuntary sounds from me. So she does it again.

“Stop that!” I giggle into her shoulder.

Xan chuckles lowly, arms secure around my waist, breathing me in.

"I still have something else for you, though." I whisper, finger-combing her long hair.

She kisses my forehead and then my nose, "I'm ready for the rest, sweetheart, but you know this was more than enough already, right?"

"Is it too much?" I scrunch my nose.

"No, it's not that at all—"

"We don't have to if you don't want to—"

"Of course I want it. Whatever it is, I'm sure it's fantastic. Like you." she cups my face in her hands, "I just wanna make sure you understand that I really appreciate you. I can't tell you enough how much it means to me that you would even think about doing something like this for me." Xandra leans her forehead against mine, "My perfect little dove."

She kisses me slowly, I feel her tongue trace my bottom lip before I gently push her back, "Xan..." I warn her with a shy smile.

"Mmm, alright.” Xandra drops her head to my shoulder before backing up. Her hands up in faux surrender, "Sorry!" she pouts, "you're just very irresistible...you and that mouth."

I hop off the counter, "Onward- oh! I almost forgot the blindfold!" after tying it, I pull her by her hand to the next part of her surprise.

"You know, I'm starting to feel like you're trying to tell me you want to change things up, pet."

I freeze, causing her to bump into me, "Do you?" I squeak out.

She laughs, blindly taking hold of my hips, "Relax, I'm just teasing..." she leans closer and whispers, "mistress knows you know your place."

I shiver slightly, earning another laugh, "Um.... w-we're almost there."

"I hope it's not very far. I'm not sure I'm up to walking miles at the moment, that dinner was incredible."

I open the door.

"The bathroom?" she asks.

"Yep." I help her sit on the padded bench.

"Alright...I trust you."

"Do you?" I check the temperature of the water and light some candles.

"Of course I do- what a silly question. I trust you more than I trust myself sometimes. I meant what I said earlier: you are perfect, dove. Always thinking of ways you can please me...make me happy."

I look behind me to see a still blindfolded Xandra smiling to herself.

"And you do a spectacular job, dove. You do make me happy, so very happy. My days are always better with you. You know me better than anyone else."

"No one else has had the pleasure of living with you." I remind her.

She hums in thought, "That and you really care about me like I care about you. Anything for you, my dove."

I check all the candles before turning off the bathroom light.

"Sitting in the dark?" she asks.

"Is that alright?"

"What's not to like? It smells wonderful in here, too, very cozy." she reaches out and wraps an arm around my waist once she finds me, "I can't think of a better way to end the day than a relaxing bubble bath but I don't wanna leave you alone."

"Well- I was gonna...sorta bathe you?" I blush.

"Bathe me?" she grins, "You really want to pamper me, huh? My dear, sweet dove...no."

My smile falls, "What?"

"You've done so much for me already, now it's my turn. This is amazing but the thing I want tonight...” she pulls me to sit on her lap, "the thing I want most right now is to treat you for being so wonderful and kind and thoughtful and generous..." she hums, "caring, loving, supportive, the absolute sweetest. You are just so amazing."

I rest my forehead against hers, the silk blindfold cool against my brow.

"You deserve to be pampered, too. You made me that wonderful dinner, and just the fact that you thought to do this for me is more than enough."

I twist one of her rings around her finger, "But I—"

"Ah ah ah, no buts except yours in that tub."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, dove. I really want to do this so...let me?" she offers a smile that makes me melt.

I nod even though she can’t see- oh wait. I remove the blindfold, laughing at my forgetfulness, “Sorry about that.”

"Thank you" she smiles into a kiss, "Now strip. Usual orders, new context." she leans her butt on the counter and crosses her arms.

I start to undress, "Are you just gonna watch...?"

She taps her chin and tilts her head, "Why not? You know how much I enjoy you with clothes on, so imagine how I feel when you get rid of them."

I fold said clothes and place them on the bench.

"Since you were so keen on it earlier, put this on." she lifts the silk tie from the counter.

I look at it, then at her, and raise my eyebrows.

Xandra smiles, "Yes. I want you blindfolded." She turns me around to put it on, her hands slide down to the curve of my waist when she's done, "I told you, you would pay for it." she whispers, guiding me into the tub, "Careful my dove, gently, there you go" she laughs when I gasp.

"I forgot about the bath salts" I explain.

"I bet that feels wonderful"

"Regretting your decision?" I smile.

"No silly, I'm not changing my mind. I'm very happy that you set yourself up to be treated so wonderfully." She strokes my hair back, "You deserve it."

I hear her stand and something hit the floor, "What are you doing?"

"Me? Oh, just taking my clothes off."

Yes please.

"Is it alright if I wash you from inside the tub?"

Again, yes please.

"Dove?"

I clear my throat, "Yeah- um y-yes"

"I'm just getting the loofah, my love. Getting it warm and wet. It's the soft one don't worry. I won't be rough with you...not tonight." I hear her close the body wash, "Sit up for me, baby." I do as she says and she slides in behind me, "I'm going to start with your back..." repeating slow, soft, gentle circles.

She lifts one arm by the wrist slightly above the water. Starting at the shoulder, moving down to the elbow, and slowly down to my hands. I feel her kiss my nape after she finishes the other arm.

"You can lean back"

My brain stops working when I feel her breasts on my back.

"So good for me..." she mutters to herself as she washes my chest, softly scrubbing back and forth. Over my collarbones and down my sternum.

My breath hitches in my throat.

A smile is evident in her voice, "Does that feel nice, dove?"

"Very" I reply quietly.

Xandra laughs, "I can tell. It's okay if you fall asleep, I'll take it as a compliment." she goes for more soap, "Mmmm next I'll move to your legs... starting with your thighs—"

I jump causing her to laugh.

"Oh! This is why I said something, pet. I know how jumpy you are." she kisses my temple, "Just relax, my love. Only soft touches." she scrubs across my left thigh in small circles before doing the other. Moving down to my knees, bending my legs up to reach my calves and feet. Xan laughs when I do, "I almost forgot how ticklish you are, dove."

I feel her lips against my neck.

"Put your head back for me...that's it. Just feel my hands, and the loofah...the water." she lets out a content hum, "All taking care of you."

"I love you, Xandra."

I hear her smile, "I love you more, my dove."

#xandra #x reader #xandra x reader #xandra terrell #the goldfinch #sarah paulson

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crimsonophelia · 3 years

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okay so i read that femme maid reader x diluc fic and i just. i NEED MORE hhhhh would you be open to a sequel involving femme maid reader accidentally revealing their feelings out of jealousy? like her and diluc are at a ball and they get jealous of the girl he’s dancing with and storms off but he sees her and confronts her about it????? please and thank u oh my god u have fed me so well with these genshin fics HAHDNSKDJSJA

featuring: diluc x fem!reader

warnings: she/her pronouns, afab reader, slight angst, mentions of anxiety, typos

published: june 5, 2021

form: imagine

a/n: ahaha thank you anon!!! honestly writing for diluc is making me like him more www i'm glad i can provide good food for you all :3 also balls and period-drama type stuff is my favorite thing to write ever so bless you, anon. reference for reader and diluc’s outfits, here and here.

You couldn’t remember the last time the Dawn Winery had felt so lively. Usually the Spring Ball was held at the Knights of Favonius headquarters in the Mondstadt city center, but for some reason this year, perhaps due to renovations, the event had been relocated to the winery instead. You, along with the other maids, had spent the past week preparing to host the Spring Ball, decorating the estate’s impressive ballroom with seasonal decorations, as well as planning out the catering and treats provided to the guests.

The ball itself was meant to be open to all the various citizens of Mondstadt, but traditionally, it was only the wealthiest families and their beautiful, children born with silver spoons that made up the majority of the guests of the esteemed Spring Ball. Which was the exact reason why you felt so out of place.

You had grown closer to Master Diluc over these past few months, ever since he had invited you out into town with him that one night. You accepted all his invitations with euphoric satisfaction (how often does a girl receive the blessing to be sincerely pursued by the object of her interests?), savoring each second of attention he showered you with. Yet somehow, the itching bug that is inadequacy kept on eating at the back of your mind. Why would Master Diluc show an interest in you, of all the eligible maidens in Mondstadt? You were but a mere maid of the Ragnvindr Estate, with not a penny to your name. Certainly, you were not lacking in beauty, but you felt as if you couldn’t compare with the aristocratic, well-groomed women from the other wealthy families in the city. When Diluc (you debated whether or not you could drop the honorific) asked you to accompany him to the annual Spring Ball, you were pleasantly shocked.

You stood in front of the mirror in your humble maid’s quarters, looking at the dress you had made for you in the city, using your modest but satisfactory salary. It was nothing special; a plain turquoise gown that hugged your torso and flared out at your hips, shaped rather like a calla lily, you thought to yourself. By the candlelight, you did your best to smooth down the dress, pushing your chest up in an attempt to create a more flattering figure. You didn’t want your plainness to sully Diluc’s good reputation--an heir to such an empire associating with a mere housemaid was unthinkable.

Gathering yourself, you made your way out of the maid’s quarters, exiting through the side so as to avoid any of the guests seeing you come from that direction. The winery mansion was already hustling and bustling with the first wave of attendees arriving by carriage through the front entrance, chatter filling the foyer of the estate. You were struck by the glamour of it all--the lit chandeliers, the band playing a waltzing tune, the stream of beautifully dressed people being greeted by the butlers at the door. This was not your world, but by the archons, would you do your best to fit in. Clearing your throat and straightening your back, you stepped into the throng of guests who had not yet made their way into the main ballroom. Some familiar faces struck you: many wealthy merchants who frequented the winery to do business had shown up, along with their beautiful wives and golden daughters.

The women were remarkable. Rows and rows of glistening pearls, jewels beaded unto lace, flowing gowns with full bustles. The girls all had their hair in intricately curled updos, held together by pins of gold and platinum, iridescent under the light of the crystal chandeliers. You suddenly felt so very bare, your neck naked of gemstones and pearls, the silhouette of your dress not nearly as extravagantly round as the other women’s. No matter. Once you found Diluc, then all would be well. His cleverness and wit always put you at ease, though his words were few.

You did your best to push through the crowds of mingling guests, ignoring how overwhelming all the sights and smells were to your simple country-girl senses, and headed towards the ballroom. On either side of the doorway stood a butler of the winery, both of whome you recognized from your daily activities throughout the estate. You shot a smile in their direction, and they replied with a kurt nod. Archons, that did nothing to calm your nerves. If your fellow colleagues couldnt even bother to speak to you with words, trying to mingle with the other well-to-do guests would be an absolute nightmare.

Stepping into the ballroom, your vision was flooded with incredible brightness and glamour. The light fractals of the crystal chandelier were reflected tenfold upon the half-mirrored walls, making the room appear much larger and busier than it was. Although, the room already must have had at least a hundred attendees crowding the space, conversing above the gentle, poised music played by the quartet. Glasses clinked, and cheers were made—it was all so new to you. You hadn’t seen the winery mansion with such energy and liveliness in who knows how long. You just wished you could spend it with Diluc.

You were then reminded of the heir’s absence. He had said he would be a little bit late to the ball, due to some vague duties he had to perform in the cuty before he could come to the party, whatever he meant by that. You just hoped that he could come soon and save you from any potential awkward encounters with those from a social class that you were certainly not accustomed to interacting with.

As if reading your mind, you spotted a flash of red hair by the entrance of the ballroom. Stepping on your tippy-toes, and angling your head wildly, you managed to see Master Diluc make his way into the crowd. He was dressed to the nines—a smart three piece suit, in reds and blacks, with a dashing chain for his pocket watch tucked neatly into his breastpocket. His long hair had forgone its usual low knot, and was now swept up neatly into a high ponytail sitting atop the crown of his head. Master Diluc looked breathtakingly beautiful.

The rest of the guests in the ballroom must have thought similarly, as nearly everyone in the room turned to face in his direction, making note of the entrance of the master of the estate. A swarm of young women and their frilly updos began to crowd around Diluc, quite like chickens surrounding their feed, you chuckled. Diluc, ever the popular pick among the ladies. Amidst the group of girls you recognized Donna, the airheaded merchant’s daughter who made it her job loitering in the flower market, talking about Master Diluc at every opportunity. Though it would not be proper to express, you absolutely loathed her impetuous behavior. Treating Master Diluc adms if he were some base entertainer or bard, and not the heir to an honorable fortune and estate like he is. You could tell Diluc was doing his best to align with propriety, despite his introverted nature; he took each ladies hand in his own and chastely kissed the top of their hands. The girls practically shook with delight, while you trembled more with impatience, above anything else. You were his plus-one to the ball: not them.

Before you could even take a step in his direction, however, thr band began playing a sped-up tune, a three-step dance piece, and before you knew it, the center of the room had turned into a dance circle, couples spinning and swaying to the music of the fiddle. You had lost sight of Diluc, scrambling to push through the people in front of you to regain your sense of direction. Finally, you spot him, being pulled into a dance at the other end of the ballroom, led by the hand by none other than Donna. A bitterness made its way into your throat, making your jaw clench uncomfortably. He was dancing with her before even greeting you, the woman he had expressly invited to be his date to the ball?

As the dance progressed, you saw Diluc had rested hisbhand against Donna’s waist, his other hand pressed against hers. The childish fool looked overjoyed out of her mind, whilst Diluc’s countenance was blank, as usual. This was ridiculous. Nobody told you you had to stay here Stay here and watch this madness. You weren’t jealous of course—no, even if you were, you would never admit it to yourself. Something in you just hated the way she fitted so well with Master Diluc. Her perfectly groomed sandy hair, with her certainly expensive ballgown, encrusted with all sorts of luxurious ornaments, meshing perfectly with the princely aura always emanating off of Diluc, what with his strongly set features and perfectly tailored suit. For your own sake, there was no need to stay. Mumbling out a string of excuse me’s, you pulled up the hem of your gown and pressed through the throng of guests lining the sides of the ballroom. Forget the embarassment of being the Cinderella of the ball, even if you felt your face hearing up, the least you could do was spare Master Diluc the humiliation of being seen with the likes of you.

You finally made it out of the claustrophobic crowd, until you heard a man’s voice call after you. You hoped to Barbatos that Diluc hadn’t noticed you making your awful, grand exit. The foyer was still packed with straggling guests, turning away from their conversations to look at you as you tried to make your way back to the annexed maid’s wing. You never should have come. It should have ended right when Diluc had invited you—no, it should have ended that day Diluc reached out and asked you to go to town with him. You were a fool to think that he had ever taken anything more than a friendly interest than you, and you were a fool to think that a silly servant could ever be with a nobleman. Having made it to a quiet corridor of the house, where there were no guests and no blinding lights, you slumped against a wall and heaved out a shaky sigh. You hadn’t noticed you were hyperventilating until now.

The man’s voice from earlier called out again your name. Dammit, it really was Diluc. If he had seen you leaving, then there was no way to hide your unsightly state from him now. This whole thing was a huge mistake. You tried to fix any loose hairs that had fallen out of place before you heard the sound of footsteps making their way around the corner. A humiliation, the whole affair. You had to tell him this wasn’t going to work out, and never was. Let him know that you were never as invested as you actually were, otherwise he would certainly laugh at you.

Diluc made his way over to you, steps almost frantic. “Archons, [y/n], are you alright?”, he looked at you, brow furrowed. “What happened back there?” He gently reached for your hand. You hated what his touch did to you, almost erasing all the concerns from moments earlier from your mind.

“Master Diluc, I-” you started.

“I told you there’s no need for that “master” nonsense, my dear”, he chuckled dryly, eyes softening to the way they usually looked when he talked to you. But regardless of his effects on you, and regardless of how desperately you wanted him, you had to be practical.

“Look, Diluc”, you began, nervously. You had to choose your words carefully. One wrong move and that could be the end of your job and livelihood. Not to mention you may never see Diluc again, or as frequently as you usually do. Archons, why did this have to be so difficult? “I really appreciate you inviting me to this ball, I really do. But,” you stammered. “But I’m not sure if it is in your best interests to be seen with someone like me, out there. Especially when there are so many other much more suitable young women to be spending your time with.”

Diluc looked at you for a moment, eyebrow cocked. You could tell he was giving you his infamous calculating stare, trying to make sense of your true intentions. In many ways, this was something that reminded you of Master Kaeya, bless his soul. Trying not to be vulnerable under his prying gaze, you set your lips firmly, obscuring any signs of your own selfish wants. Moments later, Diluc spoke.

“Are you jealous that I was dancing with Donna?” The genius strikes again, and blunt as always. You sighed, not being able to meet his eyes.

“Of course not, I merely-“

He interrupted you, “Because you know she dragged me into that right? Do you seriously take me as someone who would voluntarily participate in the first round of a dance?” Diluc chuckles again, angling his head to try and meet your averted gaze. You truly hated him sometimes. Each time he spoke, though rare, came an outpouring of words that you needed to hear exactly at that moment. You couldn’t determine if this was a blessing or a curse upon you.

Diluc softly takes your hand in his, and uses his other to gently tilt your chin to meet his eyes once again. The blood rushed back to your face, unaccustomed to such an intimate gesture, let alone on behalf of Master Diluc himself. “I’m sorry if I’ve been indirect all this time. It’s a terrible habit of mine and I apologize wholeheartedly.” Whatever could he mean by that? If anything you should be the one to apologize for childishly storming off like that, making a scene.

You implored him, “Diluc, I should be the one saying sorry-”. But before you could finish your sentence, the man had pulled you into him, hand on your cinched waist, and gently placed his lips on your own. If anything felt like fireworks, then it was most certainly this. The shock and suddenness of the moment sent electricity through your nerves and into your stomach, making it flutter with anticipation. Was this really happening? You, a maid, and Master Diluc, kissing in a darkened corridor, as a grand ball roared mere meters away. The silly daydreams of your girlhood days were all fulfilled in this moment as Diluc buried his hand into your hair, pressing your waist closer into his own, as he deepened the kiss. Accepting his gesture, you grew comfortable in his grasp, and your lips melded against his. The heady feeling of it all gave you a high like you’ve never experienced—nothing else mattered in this moment but the flame-haired beauty’s touch.

Breathless, you eventually drew away, feeling more disheveled than you probably were. For a moment, it was only the sounds of you and Diluc’s heavy panting filling the darkness of the corridor, slight music and chatter still audible from a distance. After a moment of pregnant silence, Diluc spoke.

“So we are official now, right? No more having to worry about those silly airheads out there?”

You let out a breathy chuckle. He was going to be the end of you. But you savored every minute of it.

“By the way”, he added. “You look absolutely radiant tonight.”

a/n: yayyy i hope you like it! i wanna make out with diluc so bad www i was thinking of giving this a spicier ending but i wasn’t sure if that was your vibe, anon, so lmk if you want an alternative ending uhuhu

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writing2live · 3 years

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crazy, crazier, craziest

pairing: pro hero! kaminari denki x reader

genre: sunny's fairy fluffy book

word count: 1.2k

warning: none, just a possibility of incorrect grammar, typos, and redundant use of the word "crazy"

author's note: okay *inhales deeply* this is the very first fluff that i wrote and posted here because i crave the readers' validation heh. denki's my comfort character and the idea of goofing around with him wearing pikachu onesie seems so cute and sweet, ya know? also, don't come at me when you find this cringe idc. your fairy god never have a bf. happy reading, bestie wanderer :))

ps. likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated. i really want to interact with ya'll

"pika, pika-" he looked at your curling form, hands tugging at your stomach as fits of laughter escapes your mouth.

"hey, babe, come on." head turning to your direction, the supposed yellow ears and black at the tip falling off. you cooed at the sight of your blond boyfriend as he stares at you.

you just come across the matching Pikachu onesie pajama online at a really cheap price and, without any hesitation, the package arrived at your shared apartment. being denki, he's always game with your antics and supports the craziest ideas that pops up your mind even in the middle of the night

and so, here you are at the mc donald's while you're boyfriend is trying to order your favorite with the pokemon's famous "pika pika". people are drilling weird stares at the two of you. some are swooning as they recognized the two pro heroes in a matching onesie at 3 am ordering fast food.

you can hear the "aww's" and the "such a cute couple" from the crowd and these positive response makes your the electric hero grinning from ear to ear.

"ya hear that babe? we're the cute pro hero couple." he said as the both of you exit the establishment, chest heaving proudly and smile never leaving his face while swaying your conjoined hands in the air.

you softly yanked his arm signaling him to stop in the middle of the deserted parking lot as another silliness blossoming in your head.

why?" he chuckles when he saw a playful smirk tugging at the corner of your lips while your brows wiggling up and down, almost egging him to find out what you're up to.

as the best boyfriend that he claims to be, he already memorized the meanings behind every expression that pulls off your face and this one, at the moment, is the one where excitement always course through his body every time you have it on. this just means that another smiling, laughing, and fun moments with you that he cherishes with his entire being.

"hurry, hurry!" you shouts at him as he ran towards you. the timer sets down to 1 and another silly pose of you was captured. your phone was propped against the windshield of his car as you suggested having a photo shoot at the parking lot.

it's just not enough to parade the cute onesie that only took a quick exposure with a small crowd. so, why not make this chance to etch this crazy antic of yours with a photograph. "oh my god, babe! that's the cutest and not-so crazy idea you have come up so far," says your boyfriend with a squish of your cheeks and peck on your lips.

half an hour with the impromptu photo shoot, the both of you tried different couple poses which most of the crazy ones was suggested by denki. there was one where the both of you nearly got injured when he put you on his shoulder, both of your arms spreading wide as he balanced with only one foot. luckily, you managed successfully with the pose.

he managed to convince you to piggy back him, carry him in a bridal style, and even tried the fireman's carry with you. the whole shoot, both of your laughs reverberates through the empty space when he fail to pose on time or when he pull off the wackiest face. of course, there were also cute and intimate basic couple pictures.

"pro hero Chargebolt? i think you still have a deal with me to accomplish." you grin at him, waving your phone to remind him something. he sighs when he remembered what you were trying to say.

"oh, babe. do i have to?" he pouts at you, flashing the puppy eyes.

"but you made a promise with me?" now, it's your turn to pout. "well, if that made you feel uncomfortable, i would not force you. i'll respect that-"

"hey, hey, hey. it's just a joke, y/n. i just wanna practice if you're going to give in to my adorable puppy eyes, yeah?" a chuckle left your mouth. really, he's so cute.

"okay, you ready?"

"yep, rolling in 3...2...1, go!"

"pikachu, u-use thunderbolt!"

"pika...pika...chuu!" he exclaimed loudly enough for the customers to be disturbed.

you tried so hard, for the love of all might, to stifle your laughter but you just can't help it when you're boyfriend doing his best to imitate the pokemon's actions and using it's catchphrase while emitting his lighting quirk. he's surely an off brand pikachu.

"oh god, y/n. you're ruining the vid."

"i'm sorry, denki. i just can't help it. you really look so cute!" emphasizing every syllables so that he can really feel your admiration straight to his heart while your hands squishing his cheeks again.

the two of you decided to rest your limbs and eat the take out that's already been cold. with a small banter and jokes thrown either ways and denki doing the cheesiest things like kissing you out of the blue to clean the stray ketchup on the corner of your lips.

"i think there's a bit of mess right here." you told him, smirking at the dripping soda, he saw where you are pointing—your cleavage. he whines, "babe, come on. unless, do you want me to?"

"dance with me, yeah?" he blurts out as you're scrolling down your phone, checking the results of your photo shoot. he's already pulling your hand as he placed your phone at the hood of the car.

"no music?"

"nope" he replies, popping the p, while snaking his hands around your waist. you comfortably pressed your face at his chest as he draws you closer to his body, leaving no space between the two of you, his read resting atop of yours. "i can sing, you know."

you can't refute as it is true that the pro hero Chargebolt can in fact sing which made you really wonder why he didn't disclose it to the public to garner more female fans.

"i only want you to hear my sacred voice, y/n. only you." he once said with his serious tone which made you combust right then and there. because, holy shit, that's so heart flattering, blush-inducing, and makes you feel even more special.

"fuck, you're so beautiful." your eyes met his and you can feel his finger caressing the visible scar on your forehead before kissing it. and this moment feels like your back at your UA days when you both realize that you fell in love with each other.

"aww thank you, denki." heart swelling, you cupped his cheeks and tiptoed to place a kiss on his lips. this night adds to the list of the longest and genuine smile he ever had in his life time. "and you're the cutest, most handsome pro hero i ever love."

for a second, he can't articulate a sentence as electricity is going hay wire in his body at your declaration of love. he only regain his composure when you nuzzle your head at his chest. he continue to hum the familiar song as you gently sway with his body.

under the moonlight, two lovers slow dancing with the beat of their hearts synchronizing with the slow hum of the pro hero. they say that people become fools when it comes to love. indeed, they are. the proof is right at the middle of the parking lot of mc donald's with two fools in love swaying to the rhythm of their hearts.

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honeygingergemini · 4 years

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Now I'm thirsty for your writing! Can you write one where reader or steve wants to make a sex tape? Thank you😘😘

Hello my dear :) Thank you for being patient with me. I had writers block and just thought everything I was writing sucked so I kept deleting it and starting over. I hope you like it @donutloverxo

p.s. I was today years old when I found out tumblr doesn’t send you a notification when someone answers your ask (I’ve only ever asked on anon bc my main blog is something different so let me know if I am wrong lol) I tagged you just incase <3 IGNORE TYPOS :)

pairing: Steve rogers x fem!reader

word count: 2.4k

warnings: camera sex, dirty talk, oral male receiving mentions of face fucking (light), unprotected sex, cream pies and descriptions of it, light spanking, and praise kink for stevie :)

On Camera

Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. My heart is racing and we haven’t even done anything but set up the camera. We’ve only been dating for five months and four days, so imagine the graveling I had to do to get America’s golden boy to agree to fuck me on camera. I begged Steve for so long and now I'm the shy one. We’re supposed to be making a sex tape yet we are on opposite ends of the bed.

Steve’s bare back is against the headboard while his long legs are spread out before him. He keeps looking everywhere but the camera. His eyes bounce from the walls to the sofa in the corner of the room but once he looks at me, he looks at the camera and he retreats further into his shell. His hand keeps running over his shorts and now I'm starting to feel bad.

He agreed to this for me but I know he’s nervous. Maybe he doesn’t want to actually do this? Maybe I don’t want to do this?

Nothing will happen if I get up and turn the camera off now, nothing will happen except me being deathly embarrassed. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I know I want this, I thought about it for a long time before and after bringing it up to Steve. It was my bright idea and now I'm sitting here twiddling my thumbs like a dummy.

You’ve had sex with Steve countless times, this is no different don’t let the camera scare you. Just relax, he’s your boyfriend, the one you’ve slept with numerous times. Just kiss him.

I take a deep breath looking at Steve whose skin is slightly flushed. I lean over to his side of the bed and reach for him taking in his warmth. His skin is damp with a light coating of sweat. Steve’s eyes shoot over to mine with the unexpected contact.

“Hi.” I smile at Steve hoping to relax him. As well as myself.

“Hi.” He looks at me but then quickly looks at the camera. I follow suit doing the same.

We need a distraction from the boxed recording device. I lean over more to capture Steve’s lips in a demure kiss. I kiss him slowly trying to memorize every detail of his mouth. My tongue rolls over his teeth before dipping further into his mouth pulling a deep groan from him, but after his groan he tense and pulls away.

“You okay?” I ask.

“Yeah... i’m still not...” comfortable. he didn’t have to say it for me to know what he meant. I lift my body over his straddling him as I trace my fingers over his body knowing the simple act calms him. It works because this time Steve initiates the kiss. It’s more firm than the last but pleasing just the same. Our tongues waltz in a sinful manner pulling soft calls from me. Forced breaths exit my nostrils as I grind my hips slowly into his. His large hands grip my hips and he pulls me down harder.

“Uh Steve.” I moan out. “More please.” He’s now attacking my neck leaving open mouth kisses across my jugular. His hips push up to meet mine once then twice then it’s a repeated action that leaves me breathless.

His eyes snap open to meet mine but instead they meet the camera and his arms drop to his side. Deep sighs are released from the both of us

“I’m sorry princess... I'm just trying to get used to this.” I know he’s turned on right now. I can feel how turned on he is.

“Do you want to stop?” He looks at me but doesn’t answer. I peck his lips quickly before removing myself from his thighs. My fingers are at the rim of his shorts very close to pulling them down before Steve sits up to stop me.

“What are you doing?” it comes out mumbled together almost as one complete word.

“Let me help you relax.'' I push his chest back down softly and continue my plan. I pull his shorts down just enough to free his erection. It bounces back and hits Steve's stomach. I take him into my hands and slowly stroke him. I bend over Steve's thigh arching my back while bringing my spit slick lips to his tip and leave a wet kiss. Steve shudders whispering profanity under his breath. My tongue joins the fun, slipping out to run around the tip in slow semi circles. I continue my teasing until Steve's hips jut forward and his hand is on the base of my neck.

“Suck it right.” He grunts voice hoarse “Stop playing with me.”

“Yes sir.” The last words I say before I take him fully into my mouth. I push down until my nose is met by the coarse curls of his base. One of my hands grip Steve’s thigh while the other is holding on to the side of his abdomen subconsciously giving the camera a perfect view. Steve's grip on my neck is unwavering; he's holding my head down.

“Fuck... breathe through your nose doll.” He grunts with a rasp I’ve never heard from him before. I take in sloppy breaths trying to calm down. “You gonna let me fuck your face? hmm princess?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer; he begins pushing his hips up into me slowly speeding up with each thrust until he’s assaulting the back of my throat. The action pulls strangled noises from me. My sounds only serve as encouragement for Steve. I think he’s completely forgotten about the camera.

Steve juts his hips in a way that knocks the wind out of me. I gag around him getting a deep groan in return.

“F-fuck princess.” His hand finds your ass with conviction. Steve suddenly becomes fixated on your bottom. His burly hands run from your ass and down your thighs repeatedly. I wiggle my lower half as a silent plea for him to spank you again and he complies.

“You like it when Captain spanks you?” Slap. “You like the pain?” Slap. “I asked you something, doll.” you were presented with two slaps this time. I nod ferociously around Steve’s cock. The super soldier rubs the area he’s abused before dipping his fingers into your core.

“Shit princess.” he continues toying around with your pussy. He pulls your head from his dick not wanting to end his fun prematurely. His tongue meets yours in a grimy kiss. “I can’t wait to watch that back.” Steve mumbles around your lips as you simultaneously squeeze the finger within you.

“Oh? You like that?” Steve adds his middle finger to his index and presses into your warm sex deeply. I cry out enjoying the sweet burn of Steve’s fingers. “You like the thought of me watching this while i’m away?”

You absolutely loved the thought of Steve watching you pleasure him when he’s away. An image of Steve hunched over dick in hand pumping himself into oblivion leaves you dripping.

“Take your dress off.” Steve demands his voice carrying power. I begin stripping myself for him when he quickly stops me. “Nuh uh, not for me, for the camera.”

I turn to the camera as a shiver runs down my spine. My slip dress easily falls off my body leaving me with only black lace panties as covering. Not that I want to be covered in this moment.

“You’re so beautiful.” Steve’s thickset hands wrap around me from behind covering my breast giving them a pleasure filled squeeze. “Such a pretty sight.” Steve brings his body to mold into mine from behind. His left hand trails it’s way down back to my clothed opening.

“Can i touch you?” I nod yes at Steve's ridiculous question. Why would you ever deny him? Your response must be good enough because he’s pressing down over the fabric just the way you like. It doesn’t take long for his self restraint to be overcome and he’s dipping his fingers under your panties. He dips into your liquid arousal and coats your sex with it.

“You’re dripping princess.” He shudders to himself. He says it every time you two are intimate but you never get tired of hearing it. “So wet.”

“Always for you.” My words flow out breathlessly “Only for you.” You’re unsure of when steve removed his shorts but he’s aligning himself with your entrance. He’s bare. There’s no protective barrier between the two of you. He’s never done this before. You’ve never done this before. His tip is barely grazing your lips, Steve surprises you.

“Are you okay with this?” He asks for your permission and of course you accept. How could you turn down your favorite super soldier? So now you’re face down into the mattress dripping at the idea of getting to feel your Steve in a new way. A more personal way. Steve pushes into you slowly, only his tip. An exasperated moan leaves you as your suspicion is confirmed. You feel every detail of Steve's mushroom tip. Your vice like grip cups him into your squelching center holding him there. You absentmindedly hear Steve express his approval of the pleasure your body is providing him. Steve pulls out his tip just as slow as he entered. A suctioning click echos in the room showing just how wet you are.

“Fuck.” Steve whispers “You feel like a dream doll.”

He hasn’t fully delved into your sweetness and he’s on cloud nine. Not wanting to waste anymore time Steve dips into your bottoming out quickly and stays there. Labored breaths from both of you fill the room. It feels like Steve sits there forever unwavering. He takes in every detail of your squishy walls as you commit every vein, dip, and curve of Steve’s dick to memory.

“Stevie baby,” You can barely breathe but you need him to move. “Move… please… for me.”

Steve takes in one deep breath before he’s pounding into with great intensity. He doesn’t work your way up to his speed. He just slams into you, repeatedly. Hips clashing into your ass causing a jiggle that Steve adores. His hands strike your bottom giving added stimulation you didn’t know you needed. Steve pulls your head off of the bed bringing your body to lay flush against his. He dips his hips just a little bit lower and his tip sweeps the sweet spot located deep in your center only he can reach. You choke out a cry, his name being the only thing on your mind. Your cries encourage him to duplicate the action.

“It feel good, doll?” You nod so fast you feel the contents of your mind scramble.

“Say it, tell the camera how much you like it.” Steve turns your head to the recording device in front of you. Something you forgot was even present in the room with you. “Tell the camera” With each word his body collides with yours making sure you feel him as well as his words deep. “ Tell ‘em how much you like Captain stretching this pussy out.”

“Tell them.” Steve’s stern grunts are accompanied by passionate strikes to your outer thigh.

“Captain…” You whine, The pleasure is starting to feel overwhelming. “You feel so good, so different.” You want to catch your breath but you always want to please Steve. Captain has a praise kink.

“I can feel all of you.” You reach behind yourself to cup Steve's head. “It’s so deep.” You sigh when his fingers find your clit. The tingle of your orgasm begins at your toes and travels up your body. You’re so close.

“You’re the only one that can make me feel this way.” Steve grunts in approval of your expression pressing harder into your clit. He likes control but only because you give it to him so when you praise him, he feels like he’s on fire.

“I love when you touch me like that.” Another grunt from Steve. I teeter close to saying something important, something so permanent that once I say it, it can't be taken back. Steve’s chest puffs with need. A need for you to express the feeling you both have swirling within your chest growing with each passing day. A small smack is applied to your clit before Steve flips you over so you’re on your back.

“Tell me what I want to hear.” His voice is as rough as his pace. You don’t respond. It’s only been a couple months. Way Too soon to say it.

“Don’t wanna say it?” Steve is plowing into making sure no air is left in your lungs. “But I thought I was doing so good?” His thrusts are unabated.

“Thought I was the only one that could make you feel this way? hmm? Thought only I could make you feel good?” Long drawn out moans escape you. One right after the other each one more melodic than the last.

“Be my good little baby and say it.” His thumb flicks around your bundle of nerves with sharp short strokes. “Say it princess.”

“I love you.” You think you say it. You hope you say it. You’re unsure, your words are completely slurred and your mind is only filled with white noise. Your body is levitating as your orgasm washes over you. You’re feeling everything all at once. Steve doesn’t stop. He doesn’t give you a moment to catch your breath.

“I know you do baby,” Steve chuckles, pleased with his work. “I love you so much more.” Each word is followed by a sweet kiss. Too sweet for what’s taking place. Your understanding of time becomes weary but soon enough Steve meets you at the peak.

“F-Fuucck doll.” His body tenses as he releases deep inside you. “Fuck.” Once he collects himself he’s off of you. You whine at the loss of heat from the super soldier. You didn’t realize it but Steve has grabbed the camera bringing its focus to your filled cunt.

“You look so pretty like this doll.” His finger dip into your overstimulated sex. He pushes the proof of his orgasm around before pulling some of it out to spread it across your lower lips.

You lay still trying, trying to breathe, trying to not pass out, trying to not look as fucked out as you feel. You hear steve mention how this was fun in the background but you don’t have the strength to respond. Soft kisses to your inner thighs, stomach, then lips lull you further into your euphoric state.

“You okay?”

“Mmhmm i’m perfect.” You sling a leg over the super soldier. “So you love me?” Steve’s soft chuckle is the last thing you grasp before falling into much needed slumber.

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ererokii · 4 years

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What Goes Around Comes Around

T. Shouto x Fem! Reader (inspired song fic)

Song: What Goes Around by Justin Timberlake

Warnings: angst, cheating, like one scene of sex (very small scene), characters are 18+

Italics mean flashback

Word Count: 3k

A/N: This is my first fic and my first attempt at writing angst so I’m sorry if this is quite shit and of course it had to be my boy (pls forgive if there are typos). Also big shoutout to @shoutodoki and @shoutosplaything (also thank u for beta reading gabbi) for letting me tag them!

Don’t wanna think about it

Don't wanna talk about it

I’m just so sick about it

I can’t believe it's ending this way

Just so confused about it

Feeling the blues about it

I just can’t do it without ya

Can you tell me is this fair?

14 days

It’s been 14 days since the last time you saw Shouto Todoroki. You refused to acknowledge him as the man that you once loved but deep down inside you knew that you still love him. Everyday your thoughts kept haunting you as if it was a song that kept repeating itself without your permission.

Was I good enough?

Did he not love me anymore?

Could I have known before it happened?

Could it have been fixed?

Maybe I wasn’t putting enough effort?

You thought that your relationship was perfect. Like every other couple, you had your ups and downs. To something as silly as leaving the dirty dishes there or something as serious as miscommunication. Regardless, that was the best relationship you’ve been in for a while. Thought Shouto was the one to be. The one you would spend the rest of your life with. You guys were the It Couple. All your friends would always compliment on your relationship. Soulmates. That’s how everyone described your relationship with Shouto. A bond that could never be broken. The universe bringing two people together to forge the most perfect relationship. That’s what everyone used to say.

Tonight, just like every night you stared up at the ceiling refusing to let sleep take over your body as all you saw was Shouto when you closed your eyes. Laying on the couch, you stared up at the ceiling like you were in a trance, unmoving. The blanket lazily hangs off of the couch as you refused to shield your body from the cold. The unfinished dinner stayed on the granite counter in your kitchen, the half-empty wine bottle laid untouched on your low table. How pathetic you thought to yourself as you let out a weak chuckle and sat up slowly, running a hand through your messy hair. A bang like knock to your door startled you, making you turn your head quickly and could have sworn you almost gave yourself whiplash. “Who in the hell..” you mumbled and stood up, wiping your sweaty palms against your shorts as you made your way to the door, stopping in front of it. You let out a deep sigh and fixed your hair quickly to the best of your ability.

“Who is it?”

“Y/N.”

You let out an indescribable noise as you quickly covered your mouth. Why was he here? What does he need? Is he drunk? Millions of questions raced through your mind. Even with the door separating you two, you could still feel his intense gaze burning holes right through it.

“Y/N please open the door. I just want to talk to you and explain things.”

“There is nothing to talk about Todoroki” you snapped and leaned your forehead against the cool wood. He internally cringed whenever you used his last name. It sounded so foreign to him whenever the word escaped your mouth that he honestly forgot what it sounded like.

“Please all I ask of you is to let me explain”

You let out a low groan and unlocked the door quickly, opening it with force that even Shouto was surprised you would agree to face him.

“Explain?! You’re gonna explain how you oh so magically or you tripped and stuck your dick in another girl’s vagina?! Cause if you have an amazing explanation please be my guess and enlighten me.”

“Y/N come on don’t act like that..”

“No! You have no right to tell me how I should be acting! And don’t you fucking dare call me by my name. We aren’t formal anymore” You snapped and felt tears starting to form. You wouldn’t give him the pleasure to see you cry. Not again.

~~~~

The thought of marrying Shouto has been on your mind for the longest. Being in a relationship for 3 almost 4 years with him was amazing, you were deeply in love with him and you wanted to take the next step.

Recently you noticed a difference in Shouto’s behavior. He lost his loving touch. As time went on you noticed the bridge separating both of you as if it forbade you to meet in the middle once again. It started off small. He would come home later than usual. Yes being a Pro-Hero called for him to be out at unusual times of the night but this didn’t feel right. It wasn’t right.

“Shouto!” You called out from the front of your apartment, slipping on your shoes. “I’m going to be out for a while with Ochako! I shouldn’t be gone too long!”

Silence.

You were met with silence.

A frown formed on your face as you glanced at the man sitting down on the couch, staring down at his phone. ”Shouto?” This time you were met with a grunt. Least it was better than silence. “Did you even listen to what I said?”

“No. What did you say”

Ouch. That hurt.

“I said I was going out. With Ochako” you announced slowly, expecting that he would take notice this time. ”Uh-huh. That's cool.” he mumbled, not looking up from his phone once as a small smile formed on his face. ”Well..okay then I'll see you later then. I love you.”

Once again you were met with silence but this time he lifted his head up to meet your gaze. The look in his eyes looked unrecognized, something you haven't seen since the beginning of your friendship. ”Ok. Stay as long as you want.”

That was some of the red flags you should have taken notice of, but you were so blinded by your love for him that you didn't bring it up.

You told your best friend, Ochako Uraraka about the situation and she simply told you that you were probably overreacting and just needed to speak with the man himself. “Ochako you know he doesn't even acknowledge me anymore. He doesn't say ’I love you’, he's not affectionate anymore and always pushes me away whenever I try to have sex with him. Is it me? Am I doing something wrong?”

The brunette girl sitting beside you swirled the red wine in her glass as she stared down at it. ”I really wish I knew the answer for you Y/N-chan. From what it sounds like you just need to sit down and talk with him. It could possibly just be miscommunication.”

”What if he's cheating on me?”

”I'm going to have to stop you right there. Todoroki may be a bit dense at times but he isn't an idiot. If that were the case I would personally go down there and show him that he doesn't mess with the best girl around. In case you didn't notice, you're the best girl.

A weak chuckle escaped your lips as you took the final sip of your wine, relishing the way it went down your throat and left a tangy aftertaste. “Maybe I’ll buy a little something on the way back. Maybe some strawberry milk and soba noodles from his favorite place.”

“I mean you can do or you could just go straight home and talk to him without any bribery.”

A sigh exited your mouth as you placed your now empty glass on her white table. ”I really appreciate that you let me come over”

A smile tugged on her lips as she wrapped her arms around you, hugging you tightly against her smaller frame. “Of course Y/N-Chan! Let me know how it goes after!”

Then that’s how you found yourself in front of your door, reciting a small monologue on how you would approach the man. You opened the door quietly, staying put when you heard the soft creak of the door. “He should be home..” you whispered to yourself as you shut the door behind you once you entered your shared apartment. “All I have to do is approach and speak my mi-“ Black heels? When did you leave black heels here?

You didn’t. The only pair of shoes that were beside the black heels were your white slippers. You felt as if your heart dropped down in the depths of your body. It was a misunderstanding. It had to be.

You began walking towards your room, taking quiet steps despite feeling that your feet were dragging across the floor. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He wasn’t capable of doing that. Right?

Turning the corner to enter the hallway you stopped your motion and stared. Across the hallway was your closed bedroom door. It felt like a journey that hasn’t even begun. Before taking a single step towards your destination, you heard it.

“S-Shouto!”

That was it. The moan. The noise of skin slapping against skin and the creaking of your once shared bed where it was him making you feel that good. Him touching you in a way that no one else could feel his touch. It used to be you. Only you.

“No no no” you repeated like a mantra and walked over quickly only to stop in front of the door, hand resting about the door knob. You were hesitating, but why? You already had your answer. Was it because you were in denial? You thought this was a dream?

Taking a deep breath you grasped the knob and turned it, pushing the door open quietly.

There it was. The scene you always hoped you would never see. Your now ex-boyfriend, drilling some woman into your mattress. Your presence seemed to be ignored by them.

“Fuck baby you fuck me so good!”

“You’re so fucking tight” Shouto grunted and threw his head back and closed his eyes before opening them again, tensing up on once he spotted you standing right behind him. His hips stilled as his hands let go of the woman’s ass.

You couldn’t believe it and started shaking your head in denial

“Y/N this isn’t what it looks like”

“Oh? What is it then huh? I know I’m not fucking blind. I can see what is going on with my own two eyes.”

He got off the bed quickly and grabbed a spare sheet, placing it on top to cover himself up. “Please Y/N” he whispered. He sounded desperate as he reached to grab your hand while taking a step towards you.

“How long has this been going on.”

“What?”

“How long have you been doing this behind my back.”

“...6 months.”

The past 6 months seemed like a lie now. Every kiss. Every touch. Every ‘I love you’ was nothing but a lie. Now, you remembered all the red flags that were thrown your way but your denial got the best of you. The constant fighting, blowing you off on dates to go hang out at ‘Midoriya’s place’ or even ‘Bakugo’s place’. Coming home late even when he wasn't called for work. It all made sense now.

”Baby we can talk about this”

“No!” You snapped and pointed a shaky finger at him. “Do not beg me. I gave you everything I possibly could. I put in all my time and my energy for this relationship and for you to just..” you trailed off and covered your mouth with your hand, suppressing a sob from fleeing. ”You know...instead for future purposes. If you want out of a relationship j-just tell them. Don't cheat on them from behind. And don’t you dare call me that fucking name again.” You said as confident as you could but in reality it was the opposite of confident. Your voice was wavering, your once perfect mascara was running down your face mixed with your tears.

Shouto gulped and clenched the sheet in his hand. “I still love you Y/N.. we can talk this out please. Just give me a chance.” He whispered and looked directly into your eyes. Broken. Torn. Guilty. The look in his eyes seemed to stare right through your soul.

“If you really loved me, you would have never cheated on me in the first place. You would have come up to me and spoken to me how you felt instead of doing this behind my back… I’m going to leave. When I come back, I want you out of my apartment. Take everything you own and leave.”

Is this the way it’s really going down?

Is this how we say goodbye?

Shoulda known better when you came around

That you were gonna make me cry

Now it’s breaking my heart to watch you run around

Cause I know that you’re living a lie

But that’s ok baby cause in time you will find

What goes around, comes around

~~~~

You shut your eyes tightly as the memory and clenched your fists right by your side.

“I was drunk. I went to a bar right when you left to go visit Uraraka.” Shouto said as he took a small step towards you. It felt like the world was suffocating you.

“A bar? That’s your excuse for cheating on me? Drunk for 6 months? Please. I’m not stupid. I know plenty of men that get ‘drunk’ and they don’t cheat on their significant other. I didn’t expect that coming from your mouth. You disappointed me. You let me down. You made me feel like it was my fault.”

“That’s because it’s not!” He suddenly yelled and you flinched slightly at the sudden change of his tone. He let out a deep sigh and kept going forward till he had you caged between him and the wall inside your apartment. “It was all me. I was stupid. I’m sorry for hurting you..I should have just came up to you and spoke to you how I was feeling. I’m sorry.” He whispered and placed his finger underneath your chin to make you look up at him.

You gulped and felt his intense gaze stare through you. His bi-colored hair tickling the top of your forehead. His face was close to yours, you could feel his hot breath hitting your face as he cupped your cheek.

“I’m afraid of losing you..I don’t want to lose you Y/LN” he whispered into your ear, smiling faintly when he saw you shiver. Even like this, he still had the same effect on you and you loathed it. “We can just forgive and forget.. I’ll make it up to you I promise just please forgive me”

You wanted to. You wanted time to go back and give you what you wanted. A meaningful relationship. Being with Shouto was on your mind everyday as if it was mocking you. You desperately wanted to be in his loving arms again, feeling his body on yours. Now that you were caged behind him, a low level panic started to arise in your body. Could you ever forgive him? How could you forget? What makes this different? What if he does it again?

“She cheated on you didn’t she”

“I’m sorry?”

“I said, she cheated on you. Didn’t she?”

His quietness was all you needed as your answer. You shook your head and looked up at him, stroking his scar gently with your thumb.

“And you felt if you came back to me thinking I’ll let you back huh? You think that because she cheated on you it’ll make us relate on a different level and make everything better right? How’d it feel? It felt horrible huh? Like your heart was being ripped into two then stomped on.”

Shouto growled faintly and gripped your shoulders a bit tighter, opening his mouth to say something but you interrupted him.

“No. I’m not done fucking talking. I cried. I cried and cried for your sorry ass. You and I are not feeling the same type of pain. I loved you. She didn’t. I..I still love you” you whispered the last part under your breath

Shouto sucked in air as he tensed up. Time seemed to stop as the earth stilled. No one said anything. You missed the silence with him. Under different circumstances you would have enjoyed it. “You..you still love me?”

“Course I still love you!” You cried out and pushed him off of you, walking towards him as he kept backing up with each step you took. “But I can’t be with you. Part of me wants to forgive you and throw myself at you but the other half is telling me you’ll just do it again.”

“You think I would do it again?”

“I mean you did it the first time. So what would make it different from the next? Todoroki you just.. you need to leave.”

He quickly reached for your hands and cupped them, holding them to his chest. “I can’t lose you Y/N..” he whispered

“You already did.” You said coldly and pulled your hands out of his grasp. “What goes around comes around huh? That’s your karma now. Get out. I never want to see you again. I want the guilt to swallow you alive.”

He stood there unmoving, hands grasping around nothing as he looked up at you. He cleared his throat before speaking. “I’m sorry. I hope we can start over again soon. I hope you can forgive me.”

You watched as Todoroki walked down the steps and into the dark night. It felt like a weight was lifted off of your shoulders but the hole in your heart was still wide and open. Closing the door till he was no longer in sight, you let your head fall against the wood, letting out a shaky breath that you didn’t know you were holding in.

“Goodbye Todoroki Shouto.”

Is this the way it’s really going down?

Is this how we say goodbye?

Shoulda known better when you came around

That you were gonna make me cry

Now it’s breaking my heart to watch you run around

Cause I know that you’re living a lie

But that’s ok baby cause in time you will find

What Goes Around, Comes Around

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The Language of Limbo - Part 1

Pairing : Chris Evans x Plus Size Reader ; Marvel Cast x Plus Size Reader

Warnings : Language ; Masturbation 18+

Word Count : 3.9k

A/N : For the ones that don’t know my writing style -> sorry for the grammar mistakes and typos, English is not my first language. Hope you still like it 😊

"Thank you Y/N. That would be enough. We will discuss it among us and eventually let you know about our decision in a couple of days", told you the casting director. You nodded with a smile, "Of course and thank you for receiving me." You grabbed your purse and jacket that were resting at the chair in the corner of the room and said goodbye before exiting it. Feeling the warmth of the sun, once you got out, caress your skin made you smile in contentment. You took your phone out, turned it on and immediately texted your best friend Aaron-Taylor Johnson, telling him you found that the audition went well and told him to greet the girls and send your regards to his wife, Sam.

You and Aaron met when you were both teenagers and started acting at the same time. Contrary to you, he got immediate calls for big productions such as Kick Ass and began his carrier, while you acted in different independent movies and as an extra. You got a call once to star in a movie alongside your best friend and there's where you met Sam. She not only became one of your friends but also Aaron's wife. Before he met Sam, speculations about you two dating became recurrent but it was all false. Sure he was an amazing and good looking guy but your relationship was purely platonic. He knew you more than anyone and you could trust him with everything, always having each others backs.

Three days later, you got a call from your agent telling you that you had a meeting with the casting director regarding the audition and you scribbled the adress of the meeting point down. "But did he say anything?", you asked intrigued. Your agent's voice replied, "No, just that you had to be there at 2pm." You scratched your neck and continued, "But did he sound happy or was his voice inclining more to the no side? Like can you just tell me if you think that it was enough to get the part?" She sighed and tried to calm you down. "He sounded normal, calm. No indication of yes or no. Don't worry I'm sure you nailed it."

"For what is it anyway? The only description of the character was : Looking female in her mid-twenties. What kind of description is that?", you laughed. You heard her laugh on the other side and could clearly imagine her shaking her head. "I can't tell any further details, only that it's for a big company who likes to keep things secret." "Yeah clearly. Anyway, I'll be there on time. Thank you for everything", you replied and said goodbye.

Today was the day you had the famous meeting. Being one of the hottest days in Los Angeles you decided to wear a fluid black trousers along with a simple white shirt. Completing your look, you wore a little amount of makeup and your hair in your favorite hairstyle. You could qualify your look as casual but you still looked professional enough for the meeting. You still had an hour before the meeting and instead of staying at home, pacing back and forth, you decided to leave early and walk to the nearest Starbucks. You ordered yourself a well deserved ice tea in order to cool down and checked for what felt like the millionth time your emails and social media. Seeing that you had approximatively 40 minutes left, you took the nearest cab and drove to the address given to you by your agent.

With wide eyes you asked the driver if you were at the right place and he affirmed you that you were. After paying the cab, you walked in awe to the big mansion in front of you and nervously rang the bell. One of what seemed to be the house butler opened up and you introduced yourself, "Hello, my name is Y/N Y/L/N. I'm supposed to meet Mr.Stewart at 2pm." The man smiled and let you inside. "Of course, Miss Y/L/N. You're early, can I serve you something to drink?" You shook your head declining it, telling him you already had something earlier before thanking him. "Follow me please", he continued. You did so and ended up in the backyard, if you could call that a backyard. The balcon was twice as big as your small apartment. "Wow", you breathed out,mesmerized by the beauty in front of you. The deep blue color of the pool adding to the breathtaking scenery in front of you. You turned around and noticed you stood there by yourself. You didn't mind because you were so enthralled by the view, it bringing somehow a sense of peace in you.

Your awestruck state was cut short when you heard noise behind you. The buttler entered the backyard followed by a woman around your age. She looked like the fantasy provided by cinema and magazines : Blonde, blue eyes, long legs with a toned fit body, dressed in a tight fitting white dress. You couldn't deny that you felt a little self-conscious at the presence of such a beautiful person but you decided to shrug that thought off, focusing on you and what you had to offer. You greeted her, not without missing her little look going over you, alongside her tight smile. "Hello", she replied back. You both decided to take a seat at the couches displayed in front of the pool and sat in silence. After a couple of minutes she engaged conversation. "What's your name?" You told her and asked hers. "I'm Rebecca." "Nice to meet you Rebecca", you replied with a small smile. You didn't know why but your gut told you to keep your answers shorts. Something about her made you tense. "So what are you here for? You're here for a job interview as a maid or something?"

"Actually, I was called to meet Mr.Stewart to talk about the audition I passed a few days ago." She scoffed, "Hmm interesting." You frowned a little not really knowing what she meant by that and it was your turn to ask her why she was there. "Oh I auditioned for that big part and am waiting for the confirmation. I'm sure I will get it. I mean, look at me. Anyway, what was the character you auditioned for?", she replied confidently. "There wasn't much information. Just that they were looking for a female in her mid-twenties." Out of nowhere she laughed loudly, tears brimming her eyes. "What?", you asked, feeling suddenly uncomfortable. "It's a joke right?", she said. Seeing your confused look, her laughter stopped and with piercing eyes she declared, "You can forget about that part." Taken aback by her hostile tone you told her, "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. That part is mine ! You have absolutely no chance against me. Look at you and look at me, there is no second thought about it. If I were you, I would leave now before it gets embarrassing for you", she finally showed her true face. A couple of years ago, comments like that would leave you down for days, weeks even but today you weren't the same. You accepted yourself entirely and if the others didn't then it was to bad for them. You swallowed hard before replying with a firm tone, "We'll see." Your confidence caught her off-guard and when she was about to respond to you with another sneaky comment, footsteps were heard. "Hello ladies. Thank you for meeting me here in this beautiful environment."

"I figure that you got some time to get to know each other and figured out that you both auditioned for the same part." You both nodded. "After visioning your parts with the person behind the project, we decided to choose the one that sold it the best and caught our attention by her amazing performance." You heart was beating frantically, nervous at the outcome and even more, after Rebecca's behavior. "We decided to keep Y/N", he finally cut short to the suspense. Rebecca next to you gasped and gave you a look full of hatred, while you were trying to comprehend what was happening. "For real?", you stuttered in shock. Mr. Stewart chuckled and confirmed that they chose you. He turned to Rebecca, "I'm sorry Rebecca. Your audition was good but it wasn't enough. Still keep up and I'm sure we'll see each other sometime in the future." She fake smiled and thanked him before walking up to you and "congratulating you" with a hug. "Don't celebrate too soon. You will not see the last of me", she spat in your ear, a cold shiver running through your whole body. She smirked before leaving the place. You tried to collect yourself in front of the casting director while her voice filled with hatred resonated in your ears.

You grabbed Mr Stewart's hand and shook it enthusiastically. "Thank you so much." He shook his head with a wide smile and replied, "You don't need to thank me. You did amazingly." You couldn't stop smiling, finally moving a little more forward with your carrier. You looked back at the landscape in front of you and couldn't stop your curiosity. "I don't want to overstep but do you live here? It's beautiful." You heard him chuckle and step beside you, his gaze also focused on the scenery. "No but I wish. It is indeed mesmerizing. It's funny that you ask though because we're going to shot a scene for the movie here." Your eyes lit up and you turned towards him. "Really?", to which he nodded. "That's amazing. I can't wait."

"Hmm, I have a feeling that what I'm about to reveal you next will leave you ecstatic." You heart began to beat faster at his announcement, the tension rising at each passing second. "Do you want to know?", he teased. "Yes of course." "Well, you're about to star in Marvel's next Avengers movie." You froze on the spot, eyes wide and mouth agape. "Oh God I think I lost her", he laughed. You cleared your throat and let out a nervous chuckle. "I'm sorry but did you just said Marvel, like in MARVEL??" He laughed even more at your question and confirmed. "Yes, Marvel like in Captain America, Iron Man and all the others. Let me tell you that Kevin and I believe that you will fit perfectly in the Universe and for the character you will portray. I'm really excited to see it."

"Wow, this is crazy. I…I don't know what to say. Thank you so much for this huge opportunity and I'm so excited, you have no idea. I love the Marvel Universe and this is like a dream come true." His bright smile matched yours and he patted your shoulder, congratulating you. "We know you're close with Aaron-Taylor Johnson and even if he was part of Marvel, we would appreciate if you wouldn't tell anyone about it. It's not official yet and I'm sure you can understand that confidentiality is the Studios priority number one." You nodded in understanding, "Of course, my lips will be sealed." "Perfect. Here let's talk further details while enjoying a fresh cocktail, what do you say?" You agreed and followed him inside. You both were served and began discussing about what your character was like, your schedule (beginning and end of the shooting) and everything regarding the production. " Am I really going to meet all of these great actors?", you mumbled more to yourself but the casting director heard it and chuckled slowly. "Yes you are", he commented. You bit your lip in order to stop the goofy grin that was about to escape and felt anticipation and excitement fill your bones. You were not only be part of an amazing journey but will meet a lot of actors that inspired you in pursuing an acting career. But what was really messing up with you was the fact that you would meet your all time celebrity crush, the one and only Chris Evans. From the moment you saw him in the movie 'Cellular' a couple of years ago, the man had your heart. Your face heat up and heart beat faster thinking about having him standing in front of you.

"Finally but not least, here's the script. Again secrecy at all costs." You nodded again, putting on your best professional face and replied, " Nothing will leak from me, you have my word." "Great…well I think that was all for me and I'll see you with the others at the first table read in 3 months. In the meantime, get over the script, embody the character's personality and follow the scheduled workout plan and everything will be fine." He stood up and you did the same. "I will and thank you again. As soon as I'm home I'll start right away." You shook his hand again and left the mansion, cheeks hurting from smiling the whole time. "Wow", you breathed out, your eyes tearing a little because of the overwhelming feeling that you were feeling. That was exactly why you choose acting, to embody a variety of characters, to change the game and being in Marvel as one of the first plus size female superheros, was a game changing in the industry. The pressure was high and you were willing to give everything you got to achieve and create something unique and refreshing.

The first thing you did as soon you arrived home was to take a shower and remove your makeup. After that, you went through your closet in order to see if you had something fitting for the fighting and rehearsal workouts. "Hmm, shit I have to hit the stores tomorrow", you spoke out loud. Once you've got your things settled and a small meal ready, you grabbed a plate and sat on the couch with the script. You took a deep breath. Still not believing you auditioned for Marvel and actually got the part, you opened the first page. "Here we go".

Your heart was pumping like crazy once seeing all the names of your future co-workers. When your eyes landed on Elizabeth Olson you couldn't help the smile appear on your face, happy to know at least one person privately. You and Elizabeth had worked together alongside Aaron in the movie Godzilla. You had a small part but being best friend with Aaron, you got to hang out more often with Elizabeth than the others and became acquaintances. You put yourself into work and started by underlining all of your character's dialogue. After a good two hour, you realized that your character had a big part in the movie and felt excitement along fear creep up inside you. "Holy shit", you whispered shocked.

Your character was supposed to be a new inhuman found by Sam Wilson. You were happy about it because in your opinion Anthony Mackie was underrated and needed more recognition as the Falcon. Thanks to your abilities, you could duplicate/triple your persona and it would come in handy during fights. "Awesome", you said. When you read that the character you would play had Steve Rogers as love interest, you almost chocked on your saliva. You giggled nervously and mumbled to yourself, "Ha how convenient. I have a crush on Evans and she on Rogers. Great." "Oh shit that means I will have scenes only with him", you continued once realizing what it meant. You face-palmed yourself and felt how your cheeks were burning. "Well this is going to be fun", you thought after finishing reading the entire script and deciding that it was time to go to bed.

2 Days Later

Today was your first day of the fighting rehearsals. Dressed with black sweatpants and a large t-shirt you looked around for the room indicated in your schedule. "Can I help you?", you heard a masculine voice speak up next to you. You lifted your head up and were struck by the man's handsome face. "Yes, I'm looking for Room 9, I'm supposed to meet the stunt coordinator in charge", you told him. "I was on my way there, follow me", he said with a smile. You walked next to him to the room. "I'm Mason by the way", he commented while presenting his hand to you. You took it and shook it a little to greet him, "Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N." "Pleasure's all mine", he replied back. You were surprised by his kindness but didn't question any further. You finally arrived and joined the small group that was already gathered around. "You must be Y/N Y/LN/?", spoke up another man. You confirmed and he began, "Great, I'm John and the production's stunt coordinator. I will assign you your coach for the duration of your fighting program." You nodded and your body shivered lightly with excitement. He went through his list and finally called out, "Mason !"

You slowly gasped. 'Shit how am I suppose to focus', you thought once realizing that the hot and cute guy you met earlier would be your coach. He came up at you with a wide smile, "It seems that we'll see each other frequently." You chuckled and looked around you and saw that the coordinator had left you already. "Well I guess you're stuck with the big girl hein…sorry", you told him. You really had no idea why you were apologizing and immediately felt bad at yourself for being that stupid. 'Ok gotta step up your confidence game', you mentally mumbled and bit your lip in frustration. "It's absolutely no problem and you shouldn't apologize, you know. I'm happy they paired me with you, it's gonna be fun."

You smiled at him, mentally thanking him for being so cute and he motioned you to sit at the mattress at the corner of the room, isolating yourselves from the rest of the group. "Before we start, I just need to know a few things about you." You nodded and replied, "Yes of course, no problem." "Do you have any physical struggle or did you had a surgery that could impact the workout?" You shook your head and told him you didn't. "Are you comfortable with doing gymnastics or with highs?", he continued. He noticed your body tense. "I'll have to admit that I'm kinda afraid of highs", you chuckled and he joined you. "Alright, we'll have to work on that", he commented politely. "Concerning gymnastics, I'm also not a fan. But I understand that with a movie such as 'Avengers' there will be gym stunts/moves involved, so I will try to give my best."

"Can I ask you why you don't like it, if it's not too straightforward?", he asked more focused. You swallowed hardly and revealed, "When I was in high school, there was a moment where the teacher decided to do gymnastics and…god, it's so embarrassing. One of the basic moves was to do the forward roll but somehow I couldn't do it. I was petrified to do it. I was afraid to hurt myself and he kept pushing me but I just couldn't until the moment where I tried it and heard my neck crack and it scared the hell out of me. I began to cry but he wouldn't care and called me to join the rest of the class to do another move. So…yeah, I don't really appreciate gymnastics that much. It's stupid but when you're young and something like that happens it kinda stays with you."

He nodded and reached your hand, squeezing it a little. "Hey don't worry I won't force you into doing something that you're not comfortable with. I will create other cool moves for you. What I'm interested about, is that you mentioned you were 'afraid to hurt yourself'. Is that still the case?" You looked at him deeply in the eyes and clenched your teeth in order to not let your emotions take over. He didn't need to hear you say it out loud, he knew you still were. He stood up and you did the same. "Alright, let's start with some warm-up exercises." You nodded and the training began. An hour later, both of you decided to take a small break and you instantly launched on your bottle of water. "You should wear more fitting clothes", he exclaimed. "Excuse me?", you asked not really understanding why. He chuckled and took a gulp of his own bottle. "Your workout clothes. They're too large, it will bother you once we start rehearsing on the fighting choreography. You should invest in more tight fitting clothes and besides, it will help you to get comfortable for your suit later." "Oh…ok", was the only thing you managed to reply. He gave you that small smile again and declared, "Let's start with the funny business", before indicating you the stance you had to take in order to block out a potential enemy.

After a 4 hour training session, John the Marvel coordinator called it a day and you sighed in relief. You saw Mason quickly get his things. "Sorry that I'm in a rush like this but I have an important meeting", he defended himself while packing. You chuckled and replied, "Oh don't worry. You don't own me any explanation. It was nice meeting you and to have you as my coach. I'll see you tomorrow right?", you told him. "I'm glad too and yes, we'll see each other tomorrow." You nodded and wished him goodnight before exiting the room and walk back to your car. You rode home completely wrecked. You opened your apartment's door and passed your living room, the couch tempting you but decided to not succumb and immediately take a shower before falling asleep on it. You stood outside your shower, waiting for the temperature to get to your liking before stepping inside and let the water splash your sore and sweaty body. You hummed in contentment at the first wave on you and sat on the shower's floor, enjoying the peaceful moment. You reached out to the shampoo and squirted a fair amount of it on your hair, your nails massaging your skull perfectly. A smile popped on your face when you remembered the scene of the movie Easy A, in which Emma Stone was singing a song she initially hated in the shower. You washed off the shampoo and your body was next. You were washing the water off below your waist and felt your breath shorten once the pressured water hit your womanhood.

Not thinking more into it, you directed the shower head above your clit and let the pressure do the rest. You were slowly building up the tension by rolling your hips, immediately enjoying the relaxing feeling it provided you. Closing your eyes to focus on the pleasurable sensation, you moaned and spread your legs further. "Ahh fuck", your moans becoming louder with each of your thrusts. It took you a few more minutes before you were reaching your high, your head thrown back in ecstasy. You were a panting mess and breathed out a small 'Fuck' before laughing, still in the bliss of your orgasm. You got out of the shower, not bothering in drying your hair and put on a pair of panties before crashing down on your bed and falling asleep instantly, thrilled of the journey ahead of you.

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Mallory: Ficlet 2

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He pressed his lips to mine a second longer than the last time. Caroline, my best friend, told me I should count because it said a lot. So I did.

He toyed with a strand of my blonde hair as he pulled away slowly and looked into my eyes. “You're eyes have little flecks of green in them,” he whispered. My heart melted at the words. He always knew exactly what to say.

I smiled longingly at him a let out a small giggle. “Oh, Jess-”

“Wyckham, my love,” he corrected. “How about you call me Wyckham.” He must've noticed my confused expression so he pulled me closer to him. “The moment you start saying my first name, darling, the moment it becomes habit. We can't have you saying it accidentally in public.”

I nodded. He was right, he always was. It was, like, so amazing how wise Je- Wyckham was. Probably due to the fact he was a bit older, but I needed someone older since I was so mature. “You are so right.” I leaned in for another kiss but he got up from my bed quickly.

He checked his watch. “Sorry, princess, I've really got to go.” He grabbed his jacket and slipped it on easily. “I'll see you later, yeah?”

I leaned on my pink, fluffy pillow and peered up at him. “Tonight?”

Wyckham thought about it as he headed towards the door. “Uh, we'll see.” He opened it cautiously and checked for unexpected visitors.

“But, ba-”

He exited and shut the door before I could finish my words. Well… it wasn't his fault. It was mind for being in love with such a busy, strong man. I turned over onto my back and clutched my pillow to my chest. If only the world knew, I thought. If only they knew what I was doing and with whom! They'd be so jealous, I squealed inwardly.

~><~><~

“Ohemgee! Tell me everything,” Caroline exclaimed with wide eyes.

I pursed my lips and looked to the side. “You know a lady never tells,” I teased.

“Well from what I've heard so far, there's no ladies here!”

I threw my pillow at her. “Care!” Caroline Collins had been my best friend for a few years now. A socialite and a fellow student of my French tutor. We'd met at a fashion show by chance and became fast friends. I told her everything.

She blocked my attack. “Come on, Mal! I'm dying to know,” she whined. “Ever since Will and I broke up, I've been so bored and I need some interesting news!”

I rolled my eyes. “Well, if you must know, were heard over heels for each other. Mutually. It's honestly adorable how in love he is.”

She lifted a perfectly shaped brow. “I'm pretty sure you mean that the other way around.”

“Nope!” I grinned proudly.

“My, my, Mallory Schreave, you temptress! Tell me your secrets!”

“Wish I could,” I shrugged,” but it just comes naturally.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. What about Jace, though? I thought you were still into him,” she inquired.

Of course she had to bring that up. “That was so long ago, Caroline.”

She looked at me with disbelief. “Pretty sure it was like two weeks ago.”

“Three!” I defended. “But who cares, I have Wyckham now.”

“And….?”

I rolled my eyes again. “He's with Quinn.”

“Hot damn, Juinn for the win!”

“Excuse me?”

She looked at me sheepishly. “What? You had to have known that was going to happen. It was literally the most obvious thing ever.”

I sighed in annoyance. “Gross.”

~><~><~

Caroline and I walked with linked arms towards the gardens. “The peonies just bloomed. I wouldn't say they're the best they've ever been, but they'll do.” She nodded in response.

Two guards greeted us politely and opened the door for us. It was a shame none of them were Wyckham. Oh how I missed him since yesterday. He hadn't dropped by like I thought he would… I pushed away a those thoughts as I prepared to show Care my favorite flowers. However, my plans were ruined as we stopped abruptly from seeing my sister and my brother’s best friend practically mauling each others faces. Okay, maybe they weren't mauling each other, but it was pretty close.

“Well, look at this,” Caroline squeaked. “If it isn't my otp! How're y'all doing?”

Jace pulled away, slight annoyance on his face. “Just fine, Caroline. Thanks for asking.” Quinn his her face in Jace’s neck as he continued to hold her to him. I nearly gagged.

“Yeah you are,” Care said suggestively. I hit her arm.

“Caroline!”

“What? I'm just making conversation.”

“Go make it somewhere else, please,” Jace pleaded.

Caroline frowned. “Quinn, am I bothering you?”

Quinn pulled away from Jace and sighed, lifting up her hand and putting her index finger and thumb close together without touching. “Just a bit.”

She huffed. “Rude. I thought you'd enjoy my support.”

“Any we do, Collins, we do. But right now, there's things we'd much rather be doing,” Jace explained.

Caroline grinned mischievously and I rolled my eyes. “In that case, we'll leave you to it.” She winked and I ripped her away from the scene.

Caroline laughed as I scolded. “What are you doing, you freak! You're so weird!”

“I know!”

“That's not a good thing.”

“I know!” She continued to laugh loudly and I pressed a hand to my forehead.

~><~><~

The next day had been somewhat uneventful. No Wyckham, no fun. However, he did leave me a quick note during lunch telling me he would meet me around dinner time. I was so excited, I decided to skip the useless meal.

I strutted towards my room, knowing he'd be there. I smiled as a saw him and glanced around for anyone watching, when I saw the coast was clear, I pulled Wyckham by his tie and into my room. “Some alone time, thank God,” I giggled.

Wyckham smiled and picked me up bridal style, carrying me to the bed. He dropped me down and leaned over to kiss me deeply. Wyckham never hesitated, he was always straight to the point.

I ran my hands through his hair and pulled him closer. He moved his lips from mine and onto my neck, a new advancement. “Jesse,” I whispered.

“I told you not to call me that,” he replied and continued his actions, his hands beginning to roam a bit.

“But…” I didn't bother finishing my protesting, knowing it would fall on deaf ears.

His hands began to slide closer to personal places and reached down to pull them away. He ignored me and placed them back. “Wyckham…”

He kept going.

“Stop…”

He continued.

I started pushing at him a bit more forcefully. “Wyckham, stop!”

He didn't, in fact, he matched my force with his own.

“Stop!” I used all my strength and threw him off me and onto the floor.

He rose quickly and looked at me furiously. “What the hell?”

There was a knock at the door and we both became silent. “Hello?” A voice from outside asked. “Princess Mallory?” I ignored the voice and stared at Wyckham. The door opened.

“Get out,” I said softly to Jesse.

“Excuse m-”

“Get out! Get out, get out get out!”

He stepped towards me but another voice interrupted him. “I think she told you to leave.” It was whoever had just entered.

Jesse whipped his head towards the blonde boy and back towards me. He was smart enough not to protest, knowing it wouldn't end well.

He left swiftly, bumping shoulders with the other male. The blonde nearly dropped the tray he was carrying in the process. I scoffed. Not such a graceful move for a knight in shining armor. He glanced out the door and back to me. “Uh, hi, I'm Charlie. I work in the kitchens an-”

I stood up quickly and zipped passed him towards the bathroom. This time he did drop the tray. He flinched as it clanked onto the hardwood floors.

I slipped in and locked the door quickly, beginning to cry my eyes out. I heard him walk to the door.

“Um, I'm sorry. I saw you weren't at dinner and you hadn't ordered anything to your room… so I thought maybe you forgot?” I began to sob harder. “Anyway… I brought you some. It's on the floor now, but I can bring you more. I don't mind.”

“I'm fine,” I called out, my voice wavering.

It was silent on the other side of the door, so I assumed he had left. I stayed in the restroom for maybe another hour before deciding I might as well just sleep it all off.

I stepped out to see another tray set on my desk. There lied my dinner and a small note. I flipped it open and read it's contents.

Princess Mallory,

I apologize for the mess, I cleaned it myself and I may not have been as thorough as hoped. Regardless, I brought you some food. It usually helps me feel better.

Sorry again.

Charles Flynn

-Chef's assistant

I closed the note and set it down, inwardly grateful for the meal. I took a small bite of rosemary bread and took a deep breath. I'd speak to Wyckham tomorrow.

#mal fic 2

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