#and my mentor immediately agrees

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I will never doubt Midwesterners. They will still show up to an event even if it rained 10 minutes before it started and its still super duper ridiculously windy.

Hek and I walked around with some friends for a few hours and then we walked around by ourselves for about an hour after that. Our heeling skills with friends vs without friends is kinda shameful. But, in all honesty, Her is still the bestest.

[snow-system-wol]

An incomplete list of duties people don't want to do, based on some replacement mentor roulette queues:

Syrcus Tower (8 out of 24 of them actually)

Tower at Paradigm's Breach

Sastasha

Lunar Subterrane

...do we want content that is difficult or easy? What exactly are they hoping for in roulette? 😂

[lucy-literates]

Knots

Synopsis: Your husband has a grueling job, so you secretly took massage lessons to surprise him and help him relax after a long day (post Thunderbolts*).

A/N: My requests are open! I'm seriously considering going back to the cinemas to watch Thunderbolts* again. I can not tell you guys how happy I am that Buck finally got his own theme, he so deserves it. I’m so proud of him. Anyway, enjoy :)

Not only does Bucky run around saving the world, he also babysits 5 adult children. There isn’t a mission they’ve been on that has gone how they planned, whether Alexi just ran in shouting “We are the Thunderbolts!”, or John who got the best of him and he took on more than he should’ve. It was always Bucky that got stuck saving their asses.

He knew that was gonna happen when he agreed (was forced into) the job, and deep deep deep down, he kinda likes it.

He’s never had that mentor role before, always being the fragile, broken soldier who needed guidance and healing. He now get to be the strong leader, who helps the other heal.

Some days, that looks like letting Yelena take her anger out on him. Other days, it looks like handcuffing Bob to the couch when he’s got the occasional craving for meth.

He wouldn’t change a thing. Except, for maybe a few more quiet days he could spend with you. He could never get enough of those.

He just came back from 2 week mission, dropping the others off at the tower and hightailing it to your little apartment down the street.

He fished the key you gave to him out of his pocket, and burst through the door. He silently stalked around the apartment, looking for you.

Next thing he knows, there’s a gun pointed in between his eyes.

“Holy shit Buck, I thought you were trying kidnapping me” you scold. It’s happened before, that’s why Bucky gave you one of his many handguns. You placed it down safely, then jumped into his arms.

He took you to the bed, hugging you and giving you small pecs the whole way. He placed you down, and reached for your computer which displayed your brand new masseuse certificate, something you had achieved right as Bucky got home.

You lunged for the laptop, slamming it closed and taking it from you. He immediately raised his eyebrow in a silent question.

“It’s actually a surprise for you” you admitted. “For me? When” he asked.

“Now. Lay done on the bed, shirt of” you ordered.

“Is this one of those new sex things you’ve been asking you try?” He accused.

“No! Now do what I said” you demanded

“Please” you added for good measure.

He grumbled and did what you demanded. You squeezed some moisture onto you hands and slid them up his back, gliding through the muscles.

You started on his shoulders, the tension and knots melted away as you worked. Bucky was groaning and moaning underneath you.

“You like your surprise?” You asked rather meekly

He replied with a muffled “fuck yeah” and went back to enjoying the pleasure.

His muscles rippled as you good your hands all over him, goosebumps changing after your hands. Some spots, like his shoulder blades, back, neck, and calves took a little extra work to get the knots out. You enjoyed being able to make him so relaxed while you basically got the freedom to touch whatever you wanted.

It wasn’t a secret that you struggled to keep your hands to yourself around your husband, this just gave you another excuse to touch except he enjoyed this one.

You spent an hour and a half massaging from his feet, to his scalp. He fell asleep somewhere around working on thighs.

He hadn’t showered yet, but you knew there was no way you were going to wake him up for one. So, instead, you got a warm wash cloth and bathed him the best you could. Luckily, you had him strip to his boxers so you didn’t need to worry about trying to slid clothes off.

You went to the walk in closet and pulled down a blanket, the only one you owned that completely covered him. You laid it on him and then off the light, making your way to the bathroom so you yourself could shower.

You emerged 20 minutes later to find Bucky sitting up in bed, book in hand. It was a book you recommended for him. He looked as he heard you lightly pad across the floor. He avoid back on the bed and lifted the covers, inviting you in.

A light bulb lit up in your head. “Buck, do you want to be little spoon this time?” He looked at you like you had offended him in the highest degree.

“That massage was amazing, but no fucking way am I ever going to be little spoon.”

You chuckled as his little outburst and joined him in the bed, snuggling into his now knot free chest.

“I’m not kidding doll, my body feels so loose and free now. Thank you” he admitted, kissing your forehead. “Surely you didn’t need to go get a whole certificate for it”

“Busted” you mutter. “I might want to start my own little masseuse business, massaging you just gave me a good excuse to get started”

“Of course it did” he chuckled, ever amused by your reasonings.

He held you tighter and whispered “good night, doll”. You pecked his lips and whispered “good night Buck” in return. You flicked off the lights and fell asleep to the sound of Buckys steady, content heart

[ponderingmoonlight]

jjk men cheering you up

Pairings: gojo x fem!reader; geto x fem!reader; choso x fem!reader; sukuna x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,3k

Warnings: this is my first fic in months so I hope you enjoy. Will post more from now on🫶

Gojo Satoru

Gojo knows something is off the moment he sees you. Your usual spark is dimmer, and even though you try to play it off, with that stern expression and eyes hidden behind sunglasses, he isn’t buying it.

So, naturally, he decides to fix it the best way he knows how - by being an absolute menace.

“Helloooo, earth to my favorite person!”

He dramatically waves a hand in front of your face, leaning in way too close for your liking. Honestly, this is the last thing you need today after getting shat on by literally everyone crossing your path. Why does everything have to go wrong. And more specifically, why are you always involved?

His sunglasses are perched on his head, letting those ridiculous blue eyes stare right through your soul.

You sigh.

“Gojo-”

“Bzzzt! Wrong answer. It’s Satoru, your beloved, devastatingly handsome best friend-slash-mentor-slash-personal-jester-slash-lover? I don’t know about that last part, we didn’t get specific on that.”

He pokes your cheek, grinning.

“Now tell me what’s wrong, or I’m gonna start listing my best qualities. Out loud. In public.”

You roll your eyes but can’t stop the small smile forming. How does he do this? It’s like all the frustration leaves you bit by bit the second this jerk starts talking. What were you even mad about in the first place? He gasps.

“Was that a smile?! Oh, I knew you couldn’t resist me.”

Before you can protest, he grabs your wrist and teleports you to a café downtown. The next thing you know, he’s ordering every single dessert on the menu, grinning like a proud child while you stare at him like an idiot.

“Nothing a little sugar can’t fix,” he comments, plopping down across from you.

“And if it doesn’t work, don’t worry - I’ll just have to be even more annoying until you laugh for real. Or we can take this to my bed-”

“Can you just stop?”, you interrupt him immediately, cheeks turning bright pink.

You shake your head, but as he starts dramatically fake-crying about his "invisible pain," you find yourself laughing anyway.

What a jerk. And yet, what a blessing.

Geto Suguru

Geto doesn’t say anything when he notices your exhaustion. Sure the elders took out their anger and frustration on you again and sent you through the country hunting day and night for curses. You don’t deserve to go through this. Not you, one of the kindest people he knows. He simply sits beside you, offering his presence instead of demanding explanations while all you’re able to do is staring in the distance.

All that horror, that restless night…When is this going to end? When will you have a life again?

After a while, he quietly lifts up his voice.

“Want to talk about it?”

You shake your head, and he doesn’t push. Suguru never does. Instead, he reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear while gently allowing his arm to rest over your exhausted shoulders. It’s like he’s your savior, your ambrosia after every stressful mission.  

“Alright,” he says.

“Then how about a walk? Fresh air might help.”

You agree, and soon you’re strolling through a quiet park, the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow. Geto is calm, steady - he doesn’t try to force conversation, just lets the silence sit comfortably between you both while his hand gently holds onto yours.

When you sigh, he finally speaks.

“You don’t have to carry everything alone, you know.”

His voice is soft, understanding, his touch so reassuring that you feel like bursting out in tears any moment.

“I’ll listen whenever you’re ready.”

The sincerity in his eyes almost undoes you, but you manage a nod. Geto doesn’t need you to thank him. He simply reaches out, squeezing your shoulder gently before letting go.

“Wait”, you blurt out before you can stop yourself.

“What is it, (y/n)?”

“Can you…can you maybe just…hold me?”, you mutter.

Suddenly you feel out of place. What are you even doing here next to that guy all your friends crush over? Did you really just ask him to hug you?

“I mean I-“

“I’d honestly love to”, he replies before you’re able to explain yourself.

The next second, you find yourself devoured between his arms, lost in his immaterial touch, his arms light as a feather and yet so demanding against your skin that you feel whole again.

For the first time in months, you find yourself relaxing. Not in a bath, not in a sauna, but in the arms of a man you learned to love more than any obstacle could ever hurt you.

Choso

Choso notices the way you drag your feet, the way your shoulders slump. His instincts scream at him to fix it, but he isn’t sure how. To be honest, he still isn’t good at reading human emotions. Yuji told him a few things here and there, but what if you feel uncomfortable by him talking to you? What if you get mad, scream at him? His chest tightens the way he hates it most.

But he has to do something. There’s no way he’ll allow you to potentially feel bad.

So he does the only thing he knows - he stays close.

You’re curled up on the couch when he silently walks over, placing a blanket over your shoulders. When you glance up at him, he merely nods, sitting down beside you. He doesn’t say anything, but his presence is solid, grounding.

To be honest, you’re on the brink of crying. It feels like the whole world is against you with everyone screaming, lying and ditching on you. When will this finally stop? Will you ever be happy again? This life just feels like a nightmare you can’t wake up from, I grave you cannot escape.

After a moment, he shifts.

“You should rest,” he murmurs.

“I’ll stay here.”

There’s something so simple, so unwavering about his words that the tightness in your chest loosens just a little. You lean against him without thinking, and when he doesn’t move away, you let yourself relax.

He smells surprisingly good for the old man he is, his body soft and yet hard against your touch. Without thinking twice, you lower you head to his chest and start screaming, crying, bawling your eyes out.

“You don’t have to hide from me”, he simply comments, his hand caressing your hair and making sure it doesn’t stick to your soaked face.

“I’ll always be here. And I’ll kill everyone who makes you feel this way.”

You can’t help but chuckle while wiping your nose in the most unladylike manner.

“You being here is more than enough.”

Sukuna

Sukuna scoffs when he sees you sulking, immediately springing up from his throne.

“Tch. What’s with that pathetic face?”

You glare at him. Honestly, he’s the last thing you need right now. Not when your life is falling apart already, not when you have 99 problems to deal with – him not included.

“Thanks, asshole. That really helps.”

He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms.

“What, you expect me to coddle you? Please.”

You sigh, rubbing your temples. No, you can’t take this right now. This isn’t the time for Sukuna’s shit talk.

“Then leave me alone.”

But he doesn’t. Oh, he never does.

Instead, he clicks his tongue and suddenly pulls you into his lap, making you yelp. His clawed hand rests lazily against your head, almost like… like he’s patting you?

“You’re annoying when you mope,” he grumbles, but his fingers brush against your scalp in slow, careful strokes.

“So stop it already.”

You blink, stunned.

“Are you…are you comforting me?”

Sukuna clicks his tongue.

“Shut up before I change my mind.”

You can’t help it. You laugh despite feeling like shit, and his scowl deepens. But he doesn’t shove you away, doesn’t stop his absentminded gestures of comfort.

Maybe he won’t say it outright, but you get the message.

Even the King of Curses doesn’t like seeing you sad.

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[newmoonlover009]

Distracted - Charlie Swan

“Just kiss me.”

Charlie Swan x Fem!Reader

Summary - Bella tasks you to keep Charlie distracted as she battles her new "sickness." You do as she says. In more ways than one.

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: 18+, sexual content, age gap (reader is 23), lying, subtle angst, quickie, fast-paced, kissing, slight grinding/dry humping, neck kissing, unprotected piv sex, a bit of cock warming, cream pie, the use of the words "cunt" and "cock," and the pet name "baby."

(Let me know if I missed any.)

Disclaimer: Apologies for any potential spelling errors or grammar mistakes. Twilight au—details won’t be accurate to the films or books—they are rewritten to fit the story.

a/n - yippee, my first post on my multi-fandom account. In all honesty, I did not proofread this one shot as thoroughly as I usually do. So, apologies in advance if it seems rushed. Enjoy <3

Truth be told, you know of Bella’s… “condition.” 

Why she entrusts you with her secret—you don’t know. You’ve only known Bella briefly, having moved to Forks just a year before her return. When word spread that she’d be coming home, Charlie asked you personally to become her friend—a mentor of sorts, even. With long hours at the station, Charlie didn’t have the time to hover, even when he really wanted to. 

Bella liked to think Charlie didn’t hover, but he did. Even now. 

“Good morning, Chief Swan!” You yelled from your porch, greeting the Chief like you did every chance you got. The two of you had been neighbors for quite some time now since you moved in right across the street into the smallest house in the neighborhood with your mom.

“Mornin’.” Charlie’s gruff voice carried across the street. Usually, he’d disappear into his lonesome house, and only leave when he was called to the station. This time, however, he paused at his door in thought. You watched curiously as he turned around, immediately locking eyes with you, and cautiously approaching your quaint porch. 

“I hear your daughter is coming to town, Chief. That’s big news.” You offered conversation, still curious as to why he was purposely approaching you. Charlie was a kind man, and sometimes even friendly to outsiders, but he was still closed off. Perhaps it was your age that prompted him to maintain his distance—two decades is a large difference. Younger people probably freaked him out, you figured. 

“Yeah, I’m real excited.” Though, his unenthusiastic tone said otherwise. “That’s actually what I wanted to talk about.”

“Oh, okay.” You remained an open mind, waiting for an elaboration of sorts. “What about?”

“In all honesty, I need you to do me a favor.” His tone was serious, not asking, but rather telling. You would’ve agreed either way. 

“Of course, what’s up?” It seemed as though he struggled to find the words to ask, his brows furrowed as he thought intently. 

“Bella hasn’t lived here since, well, a long time. She visits, sure, but other than that, she doesn’t know anyone here.” That didn’t surprise you, especially since you hadn’t seen her once since living there. What he said next, however, did surprise you. “I need you to keep an eye on her for me. I know it’s a lot to ask, but you’re close in age, right? Maybe you can provide some… input in her life that I can’t.” Well, not quite close in age. She was 17. You were 21. 

“Oh, Chief Swan, I—”

“Charlie.” He corrected you.

“Charlie.” You repeated. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea. Bella doesn’t know me, and quite frankly, I don’t know her. You do, though.” 

“Please?” He looked defeated—embarrassed that he had to enlist the help of his neighbor to welcome his teenage daughter. After seeing the silently begging look on his face, you couldn’t say no.

So, when she called you once the plane landed, returning from her short-lived honeymoon with Edward, your vision blurred and hearing rang as she whimpered the words “vampire” and “pregnant.” She informed you that tensions were high between the Cullens; debating whether she should keep it or… “get rid of it.” Alice, Edward, and Jacob strongly advocated for the latter. You, however, only knew that Bella needed a friend.

It kills you to keep a secret of this magnitude from Charlie—who’s been pacing back and forth since you arrived. Bella asked you to keep an eye on him—a trend in the Swan family, it seems—and to keep him distracted so he wouldn’t drive to the Cullen house himself and demand answers. 

“Charlie, please—”

“What do you mean I can’t see her? Is she okay?” His tone is frantic; worried. 

“She’s fine. She just contracted a virus and didn’t want to worry you. Clearly, it’s not working.”

“So why can’t she call me? Why are you the one telling me?” Because he’ll know something is wrong by the sound of her voice. 

“Because she wanted the information given in person. She thought you deserved more than a phone call.” You deserve the truth, you think to yourself, but you’ve made a promise to Bella.

“Where’s this medical facility? I’ll go there myself–” There is no medical facility. She’s shacked up at the Cullen house just miles away. 

“No, Charlie, you can’t. She didn’t even tell me, so there’s no way of you knowing.” You hate how the lies roll off your tongue with ease. He huffs in frustration at your answer, finally taking a seat on the couch while you stand just feet away in front of the television. Sorrow settles like a brick in your gut, so you sit in the empty spot just beside him, your hand landing on his shoulder to offer support. “I’m really sorry, Charlie, but you know she’s in the best hands. Edward–or Carlisle–won’t let anything bad happen to her.” 

“I know…” His voice trails off, uncertainty clear in his tone. He knows you’re right, but you also know that the protective dad in him can’t sit idly by. Your heart aches to see the way his eyes glaze over, his brows in a perpetual frown since Bella left for her honeymoon. The poor man hasn’t been the same since the wedding. 

His house is empty again and his routine has fallen back into what it was before she came home; working every chance he gets and ordering takeout every night. His incessant sullen gaze has returned; his eyes are no longer softer like they were when Bella was here. You feel her absence as well. The house is eerily quiet–colder than usual–and the smaller things that accumulated in their shared spaces have been packed away and moved. Alice took the liberty of packing Bella’s things. 

Your relationship–or rather acquaintance–with Charlie has nearly withered since her departure. There’s no need to speak to him unless it’s to relay a message, like the unfortunate one you’re delivering now. Still, you greet him with a good morning, afternoon, and evening when you see him; which is rare. You quite enjoyed being a part of Charlie’s life, even if it was through Bella, and you felt as though you had finally cracked the man who would hardly speak to you since you moved in. 

“She’ll be okay. I promise.” It’s a stupid promise to make when you’re unsure of the outcome yourself. 

“I guess you’re right.” He lets out a heavy sigh, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, his face falling into his hands. 

You gently nod to yourself, taking that as your sign to leave. You’ve done all that you can at the moment; told him of Bella’s “sickness,” given him peace of mind, and ensured that he wouldn’t attempt to see her in person. All things Bella instructed you to do. You feel terrible knowing Charlie’s original plan was for you to watch over Bella, and now it’s been completely flipped in the opposite direction. 

“I should get going.” You announce, patting his shoulder and grabbing his attention once more. “I’ll let you know if I hear anything else from her.”

Charlie nods, his warm eyes finding yours. He lifts himself from the couch with a gentle huff and stands to walk you to the door, as he always does. As you mirror his movements, the two of you face each other, subtle awkwardness creeping into the space between you. He’s decently taller than you, forcing your head to tilt back as you match his gaze. His eyes are masking a million different emotions, just screaming to be let out, so you provide the only form of comfort you can think of. Lifting your arms from your sides to reach toward him, his watchful eyes observe your actions as you lazily wrap them around his waist. 

His body freezes, stunned by your affection, as you rest your head against his broad chest. Your cheek lays against his cotton T-shirt, saturated in his warm scent—woodsy, cinnamon, and smoky–as if he had just built a fire to combat the slowly approaching frost. A beat passes before you feel his arms wrap around your shoulders, his head craning down to rest his scruffed cheek on the top of your head. His heart is pounding in his chest, the muffled sound knocking against your ear. As if to absorb his hurt, you hug him more firmly, your hands interlocking behind him as you adjust your grip. 

“Thank you for coming over.” His defeated voice finally speaks above you, and a hand soothingly rubs your shoulder. “It was nice seeing you again.” 

The feeling's mutual. The last real conversation you had with him was the wedding night. It hurt your feelings a bit; further confirming that Charlie was only interested in talking to you about Bella, nothing more. Sure, that was the deal, but you had hoped for more. Whatever “more” was, you still aren’t sure.

“Of course.” You breathe out, leaning back to look up at him, your arms still wrapped around him. “I hope to see you again soon. Under better circumstances.” 

“Me too.” He lets out a defeated chuckle, the humor absent. “Let me walk you out.”

Although, neither of you moves. His hands stay spread on the expanse of your back as his conflicted gaze bores into yours. An unspoken magnetic pull lures you to him, his eyes locking yours in a curious trance. Your stomach flips when he swiftly leans in, capturing your lips in a chaste kiss. Mere milliseconds pass before his lips are ripped away; just as quickly as they had come. 

Your eyes widen and the grip you have on him releases as you take a precautionary step back. Jaw falling slack, your lips part in utter shock, and your eyes blink rapidly as if you’re in a haze. Your face has surely turned crimson, the heat creeping up your neck and settling in the peaks of your cheeks. The look on his face, however, is just as shocked as you are–like he couldn’t believe he did that. He looks… ashamed. It’s almost visible on his face–the way his thoughts race–his voice catching in his throat as if to offer an explanation. 

“Charlie…” 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have–” 

“Kiss me again.” You rush out, “Please.”

“Are you sure–”

“Just kiss me.” You nearly groan. Unable to wait a moment longer, you step forward to close the short distance between you two, your arms finding their way around his neck and feet standing on their tippy-toes. Your lips crash onto his, your eyes fluttering close as his hands snake around your waist, desperately gripping at your clothed skin. A low hum purrs from his throat while he deepens the kiss, dipping his head lower to accommodate you and satisfy his fast-growing hunger. His mustache and the stubble on his chin rub against you, adding to the pleasurable sensation pooling in your gut. 

This was not what you intended when you were tasked with keeping him distracted, but you can’t find a part of you willing to stop. Not when he pulls you in closer by the waist, his fingers digging deeper into your heated flesh, grasping at you so you can’t pull away–like you ever would.

Taking the initiative, your tongue darts from your parted lips, swiping along his bottom lip and eliciting a groan from Charlie. The sound is like music to your ears, only fueling you further when your hands find his loose waves, gripping gently and tugging at the roots. Following your lead, his tongue combats yours, invading your senses with his taste, his smell, him. 

Without breaking the persisting kiss, Charlie moves you both and pulls you with him as he lands on the couch in a seated position. Instinctually, your legs straddle him–your skirt lifting and bunching at your hips–and you finally lean away from him to catch your breath, your chest heaving in response. Through parted lips, Charlie lets out quick huffs, his back slowly leaning against the couch to allow his eyes to rake over your appearance; flushed cheeks, kiss-swollen lips, and hooded eyes that silently beg for more. 

The sight of him is ungodly; sitting man-spread, hands now lazily resting against your hips, and eyes that flood with lust–the chocolatey irises being swallowed by dilated pupils. You need more of him.

Slouching slightly, you lean into him as your lips connect with his neck, leaving sloppy open-mouth kisses along the sensitive skin. His head tilts to the side to grant better access as a strained noise collects on the tip of his tongue. Your hips absently move against him and a surprised sound comes from you when the bulge of his jeans lines up with your aching core. The dull sensation urges you to seek more friction, making Charlie’s hands grip your hips to assist in your efforts. 

Soft, satisfied sighs brush past your lips as you continue your work on his exposed neck, pulling small grunts from him and subtle jerks of his hips. 

“Are you sure you want this?” His drawn voice calls to you, letting you know you can stop while you’re ahead. The thing is, you don’t want to. 

“So sure.” You mumble against his skin. “Are you?” Asking sincerely, you stop what you’re doing to catch his gaze.

He only nods, his eyes darting to your lips and hands absently squeezing, encouraging you to continue. Slowly, you roll your hips against him, building the previous friction back up. The feeling is deliciously teasing, only reaching a certain level of fulfillment before it becomes unbearable. You hold his line of sight, watching as his face gently contorts into a frustrated frown, needing more as much as you do. His brows furrow, creasing the skin between them, and a low grumble gathers in his chest as his legs shift restlessly beneath you.

Releasing your grip from his hair, your hands lay flat as they palm at his shoulders, spread across his chest, and travel down his abdomen, pausing just above the waistband of his jeans. You halt your hip movements, letting your fingers tease at the zipper before asking, “Can I?”

“Please.” 

It’s the only word he can muster before you undo the zipper at a tantalizing pace, the soft noise only adding to the fluttering feeling gathering in your lower belly. You quickly unfasten the jeans button, folding the rough denim fabric over to expose his boxers beneath. His jaw clenches when you tug the waistband of his jeans down just enough to reach into the stretchy material and firmly grip him. His stomach visibly tightens through his shirt, a low grunt exiting with a shaky breath as you free his hardened cock. Impressive.

Your closed fist works up and down his length a few times, admiring the way precum leaks from the reddened tip, pouring over onto your hand. Charlie struggles to show restraint as his hips shift upward to match your rhythm. You’re eager as well, feeling wetness gather and soak into the cotton fabric of your underwear. 

Impatience gets the better of you when you release him, smirking at the sound of protest from him as your hands find the bottom hem of your skirt and tug the clothing item upward to gather around your waist. His mouth clamps shut when your soaked underwear comes into view, exposing the absolute arousal he elicits from you. Usually, you’d opt for more foreplay, but you need him–you need him now. 

Unwilling to waste time, you pull your underwear to the side, using your other hand to grasp Charlie once more. With a little maneuvering, you scoot closer to him, lifting yourself slightly to align him with your cunt. He sucks in a sharp breath when you run the tip through your velvety folds, gathering every ounce of arousal before stopping at your dripping entrance. 

Slowly, you lower yourself, allowing your hips to sink onto him and inch his way into you. Neither of you dares to breathe as your walls stretch around him, welcoming him and swallowing every inch until you’ve sunken completely. Both of you gasp–for air, and because of the way his cock twitches and your walls squeeze around him. He’s filled you entirely and you bite back the moan that begs to release. Without even moving, the feeling itself is euphoric. 

“I need a minute.” He admits, his voice gravelly and forcing self-control.

“Me too.” You breathe out, your hands resting against his waist for support. 

Staying put, you lean forward, capturing his lips in a leisurely kiss. The moments leading up to this one have gone by in a blur, having happened so fast. You savor him, enjoying the way he can’t control the soft groans you swallow as your lips work against his, your walls pulsing in response. 

Your hands travel from below you, your fingertips ghosting over his lower stomach, his ribs, and his chest before settling on the sides of his face. His stubble scratches the surface of your palms as you deepen the kiss, humming in satisfaction when he invades your mouth with his tongue. Growing impatient, you feel Charlie’s hands grip tighter, urging you to lift your hips. 

The kiss is unbreaking as you follow his lead, letting him raise your hips and pull you back down onto his length. You moan into his mouth as he repeats this action a few more times before you decide to take over. Heavy breaths blow through his nose as you speed up, creating a steady rhythm that satisfies the both of you. You’re unsure how long you’ll last given the coil that’s been wound up tight since grinding against him fully clothed, which technically, you still are.

With your breath picking up, you break the kiss to focus solely on lifting and lowering your hips. The pace is growing quicker, and you notice Charlie’s hips moving to match your efforts. Resting your forehead against his, you lock eyes as you allow an uncontrollable string of moans to push past your plump lips, your eyebrows scrunching in pure pleasure. 

“I’m so close.” You confess, feeling your walls flutter around him in that familiar rhythmic pattern. 

“Keep going, baby.” His encouragement and use of the pet name through clenched teeth signals that his climax is nearing as well. 

Preserving energy and seeking release, you grind your hips instead, and you nearly cry out when your swollen clit rubs against him. It’s enough to bring you to the edge, your climax teetering and waiting to be pushed over. With a few more passes of your grinding hips, it doesn’t take long, and your head flies back to let out a drawn-out moan. 

“Oh god, Charlie.” Your voice points to the ceiling as your eyes squeeze shut, your hips sputtering against him. Your cunt pulses frantically around him as you continue your movements, riding out your crashing orgasm and urging Charlie to do the same. 

From the force of your climax, Charlie isn’t far behind. His name leaves your lips in an exasperated whimper, being repeated like a mantra. When your head falls forward, and your spent stare captures his, it’s enough to send him over the edge. With a choked groan, you feel his cock twitch inside you, coating your walls with hot cum as he stares deeply into you. Determined to wring out his orgasm, your hips move languidly despite the overwhelming sensation it creates for you, watching as his stomach flexes sporadically. 

He lets out a choked noise when he’s finished, the grip on your hips loosening and prompting you to slow to a stop. The mixture of your releases drips out of you, pooling at the base of his cock. Both of you breathe heavily, your chests heaving in harmony as your eyes bore into each other. 

You expect a feeling of regret to wash over you, but it never comes. 

Instead, Charlie’s hands slide to your waist and pull you closer, his lips peppering gentle kisses along your jaw, hairline, and lips. He reaches over beside him, grabbing a flannel he left draped over the back of the couch. Carefully, he drapes the patterned material over your shoulders, and your hands drop from his face, letting you lean forward and rest your head against his chest. You aren’t necessarily cold, but having shared an intimate moment with him, Charlie feels the need to cover you–to make you feel less exposed and to provide care.

“We should get cleaned up.” You mumble against him, feeling him soften inside of you.

“Okay…” His voice trails off, as if deep in thought. A beat passes before he speaks again, his gruff voice rumbling against your cheek from deep within his chest. “Do you want to stay for dinner?”

You smile, genuinely in what feels like forever, “I’d love to.”

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[luveline]

can we possibly get the one where Gideon doesn’t like bombshell reader and poor Spencer is watching like☹️

Spencer feels a little like a child of divorce. Like, he absolutely is a child of divorce, but he didn’t think he’d feel this way at work. Lately, all Hotch and Gideon do is argue. 

It’s especially odd in that Hotch doesn’t usually go against Gideon’s judgement, even when he doesn’t agree, but you seem to be something Hotch is willing to fight for, and Spencer has no idea why.

“We don’t need her,” Gideon says. Spencer knows it isn’t Gideon being cruel, just stern. “We have a fine team without her.” 

“But with her, we’re better. And we have an opening. I know you like Greenaway for it, and I do too–”

“Everyone likes Greenaway for the position, she’s more palatable than L/N, and she works harder.”

Spencer tries not to whip his face back and forth like he’s following a ping pong ball, but it’s hard to keep up. He has no idea what his mentor’s talking about in all honesty, you’d seemed more than palatable when you met him last week. You were nice. And barely anybody is nice to Spencer. 

You sounded like you actually wanted to hear him talk, something Gideon has often been alone in. And palatable is a subjective word. 

“That’s not necessarily true,” Hotch says, knowing he’s losing. 

“We’re not gonna rush into picking someone,” Gideon says, less stern, more neutral. 

“No. I have invited her to the Georgia consultation this afternoon.” 

Gideon sighs through his nose. The afternoon rolls around quickly. Spencer doesn’t want to think about it but he’s excited to see you, and he feels conflicted in that; Gideon is the first person in a long time who actually seems to care about him, so Spencer is guilty of always aiming to please, but he can’t understand why Gideon dislikes you so much. Am I being easily led? he wonders. 

He’ll admit to finding you attractive. In his head, that is. You’d spoken so particularly, you’d looked stunning, and you didn’t make a fuss when he wouldn’t shake your hand. You called him beautiful. 

It’s the nicest, kindest attention he’s had since he started. Morgan calls him pretty boy. Spencer knows it’s not the same thing. 

They gather in the conference room, Morgan, Hotch, Gideon and Spencer, just a few minutes before 2PM. A minute later, you’re knocking on the door. 

“Hello…” You smile when you realise they’re here. “Am I late?” 

“No, L/N. Come and take a seat,” Hotch says. 

There’s a plastering of documents on the table and an empty seat by both Morgan and Spencer. You choose the one beside Spencer despite a stack of manilla folders, tucking your chair in neatly. “Oh, the grizzly stuff. This will upset my feminine energy.” 

Morgan laughs. Gideon glares at the table. 

Spencer likes it when you’re around. One more person and suddenly the consultation is a conversation and not a debate. You can keep up with everyone. You laugh at Spencer occasionally and he doesn’t know why, but he can tell it isn’t cruel laughter; he’s had a long time to work out the difference. 

Gideon excuses himself for a coffee half an hour in. 

Hotch immediately leans across the table. “I’m trying to help you,” he says. 

You grimace. “What am I doing wrong now?” 

“The laughing.” 

“You laugh.” 

“I know.” Hotch smiles at you. “You’re getting good at this, you have good insight on the dark triad. You read the book I sent?” 

“How’s Haley?” you ask.

He shakes his head, but his smile stays. “Don’t joke about that.” 

You’re not flirting. Or, Spencer doesn’t think so. It’s more likely you’re joking as Hotch says, everything about your body language pointing to amicable friendliness besides your flirting tones. “I read the book,” you say. Your gaze turns to Spencer. “Bet you’ve read it too, huh? Morgan said you’ve read every book ever written.” 

“That’s an exaggeration,” Spencer says. 

“But close?” you ask. “I’d love some recommendations. You know. For profiling.” 

“Don’t let her fool you, Reid, she’s well read,” Morgan says. 

“Wait, Gideon doesn’t like you because you laugh?” Spencer asks. 

It’s a socially inept thing to say, he realises after. You lean back in your chair all sweet and soft with your legs crossed, your dark stockings thin at the knees. He’s so, so worried you’re going to be offended and that’s exactly what he needs, a possible friend isolated again by his inability to read the room, but you don’t chew him out. You nudge his leg gently with the toe of your heel. 

“Now who said he doesn’t like me, handsome?” you ask teasingly. 

Spencer regrets the heat that floods his face and neck. 

“It’s complicated,” you add, your smile more than friendly, Spencer can’t work it out. “But don’t worry, I’ll turn him around eventually. It’s one of my many talents.” 

Oh, he thinks. That’s what it is. Spencer’s finally in on the joke. 

[no-phrogs-in-hats]

Snacks, Candy, and Prenatal Vitamins

Avenger!Agatha x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Word count: 3,777

Content warnings: Mentions of getting drunk, medical terminology, needles, blood, pregnancy, arguments

Summary: After passing out during an Avengers training session, Agatha insists on taking you to the hospital.

A/N: Hello! I originally had another oneshot planned (It's still in the works dw) but I couldn't stop thinking about this, and wrote it in less than a day. So, voila, enjoy!

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“It’s five o’clock!” Steve’s voice rings out on the other side of your bedroom door. “Come on! Let’s go! Training’s in an hour!”

Agatha groans loudly beside you. “Why?” she mumbles into her pillow. “Why is it always so damn early? The sun isn’t even up yet!”

You roll over, arm over her waist as you curl up against her back. “Just think about the shower afterwards,” you say, kissing her neck. “Those are always fun…”

She sighs, “You’re very persuasive, you know that?”

Morning training is always the worst. Nobody is in a good mood, except Steve–until everyone starts giving him attitude and he starts giving it back.

“I don’t know why I keep agreeing to these early morning trai–” Agatha pauses when you step out of the closet. You can feel her eyes as she looks you up and down, biting her lip when she sees you’re wearing those leggings–the leggings that hug your hips just right and make your ass pop. Her favorite leggings. “Nevermind,” she shrugs. “They’re tolerable.”

The smell and feel of the training room is something that’s engraved in your brain. The sun isn’t up and the fluorescent lights are bright, and it’s so cold that you don’t even want to remove your jacket. There are less people here today, but to be fair, this past weekend was filled with a heavy amount of drinking.

There is a new-comer, however. And he’s bright eyed, standing by his mother and talking to Peter.

“Agatha!” Billy spots you both and waves, smiling brightly.

Agatha groans, “Billy, you cannot be this hyper at six in the morning.” 

“I’m just really excited!” he chirps.

You rub a soothing circle on Agatha’s back and she sighs, her voice a mumble. “It’s enough that I have to mentor him, but training with him at six in the goddamn morning?” She huffs and swipes at the corner of her eye before glancing at you with a sly smirk. “If you weren’t wearing those leggings I’d be back in bed–actually they might convince me to bring both of us back to bed.”

As usual, you’re the last two down for training, and when Steve sees you, you’re immediately hit with a scolding. 

“At this point, I’ve lost count of how many times you’ve been late,” he huffs. “It’s rude, it's disrespectful, and it’s inconsiderate! We have training at six every time! Next time, be here on time!”

When Steve turns around, the both of you try to hold back your giggles, but it’s hard. It’s so easy to get him worked up–especially when Agatha does it. 

“Alright!” Steve hollars. When everyone stops talking you can hear the sound of the air conditioning humming. “We’re gonna be trying something new today! Tony, here, has whipped up some holograms for us today. They’ll give us a much more realistic approach to training.” 

He goes over to a platform and a touchpad screen turns on. He inputs a code and adjusts some settings before blue holograms–at least six feet tall and masculine–are built from the ground up.

Steve turns around, arms crossed. “There are five platforms for hologram training, and because Bucky decided to skip training today, there’s an even number.” He looks at the group, thinking hard. “Sam, you’re with me. The Maximoffs–Wanda, Billy–you two are at platform 2. Parker, Stark, platform 3.”

“Bossing me around in my own damn training center,” Tony grumbles, following Peter over to their platform.

“Harkness, you two are a pair–platform 4,” Steve says. “And Nat and Clint, platform 5”

On his own platform with Sam, Steve addresses the rest of the room. “We’re gonna start off on the first level. Nice and easy.”

The first level of the holograms wasn’t too bad. You had definitely faced much harder assailants. It’s around the eighth level that it becomes harder. You’re ahead of everyone but Wanda and Billy, not by much, maybe a couple levels, but you’re struggling. You’re out of breath, barely able to keep up with Agatha, and it’s becoming more and more noticeable.

As you miss another hologram and your orange ball of magic hits a metal rail, Agatha pauses the round. “Are you okay?” There’s a genuine concern in her eyes–and it’s not just concern, but worry.

“Yeah,” you huff, catching your breath. You look around, watching as the rest of the group continue with their training. Tony gives Peter a numerous amount of pointers just for Peter to end up getting distracted and knocked to the floor, while Wanda and Billy both upstage everyone with their “fancy powers” as Agatha had called them.

“Are you sure?” Agatha asks, coming to stand in front of you. Her hand goes to your forehead to check your temperature. “You’re not hot…but you look like you just saw a ghost. Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”

“Yeah,” you repeat, breathless. “Just need some water…”

The both of you sit on a bench, your head on her shoulder as you watch the rest of the group train. The sun is fully up now and Wanda and Billy have already advanced to level ten, the next one back being Tony and Peter at level eight. 

When Steve yells at Sam for being too slow, Sam snaps, “I’m still hungover from Saturday! You’re lucky I even showed up today, Rodgers!”

You and Agatha sit in silence before your ears tune in to the music. You sit up straight, eyebrows scrunching as you listen harder. “Is this ABBA? Is he playing ABBA?”

“Oh my god, he’s playing ABBA,” Agatha gapes.

“Hm…Remember that ABBA concert we went to?” you ask, hand resting on her thigh. As you and Agatha talk, your eyes wander and notice that both Steve and Sam have left their platform and are walking towards the benches. “Steve!” you call. “I didn’t know you listen to ABBA! Who do you think Sophie’s dad is in Mamma Mia?”

“Bill! And ABBA is for everyone!” he says pointedly.

“You alright?” Sam asks you. “You look terrible.”

“Thank you, Sam,” you smile, words laced with sarcasm. “I’m fine. Come on, Agatha, let’s go.”

But as you stand, Agatha just a few steps ahead, your stomach drops. Pressure fills your head and your vision is fuzzy with black dots.

Agatha turns around and looks at you, her face dropping. “What’s wrong”

“Nothing,” you mumble. But your head spins, and the banana you had for breakfast threatens to come back up. Your words are uttered with barely a whisper and it feels like your lungs are screaming for oxygen. “Fine…I’m–I just…”

“Fuck!” Agatha’s beside you within an instant. Her arms wrap around you as you fall to the floor, and you drag her with you. 

All training halts and Wanda and Billy are the first ones to rush over.

“What happened?” Billy sputters as the other four run over.

“I don’t know!” Agatha snaps, her cheeks red as she panics. “She stood up and she collapsed! Fuck! Call an ambulance or something!”

Voices slowly become faint, like a distant calling before a dull ache starts to fill your head. You’re confused. Your senses are slowly coming back. You can feel the cold tile beneath your hands and legs, but your head is on something soft. You can barely make out the words you hear, but they’re there.

Your eyes flutter open and close against the bright light. “Ow…” You mumble incoherent words before your hands press into your eyes.

“Oh, thank the gods,” Agatha breathes, trying to hide her subtle sniffles. 

Steve huffs, crouching down beside you. “You alright?”

“Obviously, she’s not alright!” Agatha scowls. “She was just unconscious for–!”

“Stop yelling,” you mutter. When your eyes open fully, you’re surrounded by faces. And coming to your senses, you can feel the familiar touch of Agatha’s hands on either side of your head. Her thumbs caress your temples and you can hear her trying to steady her breathing. “My head hurts.”

Agatha asks–or demands–for your water bottle and you slowly sit up, sipping at the water. As you slowly stand, Agatha helps you up. “Come on,” she says softly. “I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“Woah, what?” You stop abruptly. “I don’t need to be taken to the hospital!”

“You just collapsed with no warning and for no apparent reason,” Tony says, his face stone cold as he stares you down. “You’re going to the hospital.”

You argue with Agatha the entire drive to the hospital. When she pulls into the parking lot, you sigh. “At least it’s NYU.”

“Where did you think I was going?” Agatha scoffs. “Presbyterian? Now, come on, let’s go.” 

But in the end, you’re walking through the doors to the emergency room. With a wristband on, you wait almost an hour to be seen.

“I knew we should’ve called an ambulance,” Agatha mutters to herself. “It would’ve been so much faster.”

You don’t answer her, though. Instead, you take her hand and give it a reassuring squeeze.

When called back, you’re taken to a decent sized room. You strip your clothes, changing into a gown and sitting back on the bed as you get your vitals taken. The blood pressure cuff squeezes your bicep and when you look over, Agatha is in the corner folding your clothes in a neat pile.

“Agatha, you don’t have to fold them to a tee,” you chuckle. 

“I know,” she mumbled. “But I know how you like your clothes organized.”

The nurses’ assistant writes your vitals down in your chart and then hands you a cup. “I do need a quick urine sample. There’s a bathroom down the hall when you’re ready, and your nurse should be in soon to get a blood sample.”

A frenzy of doctors join you when the aide leaves. A neurology attending with her four interns go over what happened–to which Agatha had to answer most of the questions. Lights are shined in your eye–both pupils are equally reactive–and reflexes are tested. To neurology, you’re fine, but before the doctor leaves, she says, “We’ll see what comes back on the labs and determine whether or not an MRI will be next.”

It’s quiet now. Agatha sits on the edge of the bed, hand grazing your forehead and moving down to your cheek. She purses her lips, “Are you feeling any better? Do you need anything? Water, another blanket, a–”

“Agatha,” you interrupt, taking her hand from your cheek and placing a kiss on her wrist. “I’m okay. Stop worrying.”

“No,” she says, dropping her hand. “I won’t stop worrying. You collapsed in my arms after insisting you were okay. It was scary.” You’ve known her for 119 years, and not once had you seen her this worried over anything. “We’re married now, and we’ve known each other for over a century.” She leans in close, hand on your cheek as she gives you a pointed look. “We met during the most famous shipwreck in history. I’d think with all we’ve been through, we’d be able to confide in each other when we’re not okay.”

You sigh as Agatha kisses your cheek, “I know…” Her hand holds yours and you avert your gaze, speaking hesitantly, “It was–I guess–kind of…scary.”

“I love you,” Agatha says finally. “If anything happened to you, I have no idea what I’d do with myself.” She pauses. “I’m not even joking, because there’s no way I’m staying with them if you’re gone.”

You giggle and kiss her hand before the nurse comes in to draw your blood. When she leaves the room, you heave yourself out of bed and take the cup that sits on the counter.

“Nice panties,” Agatha snickers.

You reach behind you and pull the hospital gown closed while snapping your head back to look at her. “Shut up. You love them.”

“Oh, I do,” she grins, nodding in agreement. “That’s why I bought them for you.”

When finished with your business, you climb back into bed. Agatha sits in a chair beside the bed, scrolling on her phone with one hand while the other holds yours, and you’re preoccupied watching whatever’s on the hospital TV. Neither of you speak. It’s quiet. Not awkward. But it’s peaceful. 

A knock on the sliding glass door startles you and the nurse assigned to you walks in, closing the door behind her promptly. She rubs hand sanitizer into her hands and takes a seat on the rolling stool beneath the counter. Agatha puts her phone away and holds your hand tighter–if that’s even possible.

“So, a few things showed up on your lab work,” she starts. “The first thing is that you’re anemic–you’re well below the healthy level of iron for women. The second is that you have a Vitamin D insufficiency. The optimal range is usually between 30 and 50, but you’re at 22. It’s not enough to call it a deficiency, but it is lower than we’d like it to be.” She takes a deep breath, and pauses, almost as if she’s figuring out how to tell you the rest. “And the third thing is that you’re pregnant.”

Your chest tightens and everything seems to stop. 

“I’m sorry, what?” Your words are strained and you look at Agatha who looks equally as shocked as you. “I’m–you’re sure?”

“Yes,” the nurse says. “Positive in both the blood and urine test. If you’d like, I could get OB down here, or if you’d rather, I could get you a list of OB’s in the area and have them staple it to your discharge papers.”

Your mouth hasn’t shut. Everything the nurse is saying is going in one ear and out the other. 

“I–Um…” You have to remember what she just said. “No, the list will be fine, thank you.”

When the door shuts behind the nurse neither of you speak. Neither of you speak for a while, but your hands never unclasp. You lean against the bedrail, chin supported by your palm as you think hard.

“It was the Adirondacks,” you mutter.

“What?” 

“The Adirondacks,” you repeat. “Upstate. The coven went to the Adirondacks for Yule and Christmas. That’s the only time it could’ve…We haven’t done anything like that since–we’ve been so damn busy and I…”

You have to stop talking. So many thoughts rush through your head, and you want to say every single one, but you have no idea where to start.

After your IV is removed, Agatha helps you with your clothes. Neither of you talk, even on your way back to the car, discharge papers in her purse and her hand in yours. 

It’s quiet as she drives, she glances over at you, hands fidgeting on the steering wheel. “There’s–uhh–there’s an OB clinic by the Tower,” she says quietly. “I think it’s within walking distance.”

“Can we go back to Westview?” you mumble, looking out the window. “I don’t want to go back to the Tower right now.”

As you hit traffic, she curses under her breath. She looks over at you, face softening. “Yeah, of course.” She reaches over and swipes through her contacts on the car touchscreen. 

When she presses Tony’s contact, it only rings twice before he picks up. “What’s goin’ on? Any updates? How’s she doing?”

You crack a smile hearing how worried he is, but Agatha sighs. “Yes, she’s okay. We’ve left the hospital, but we’re going to Westview for a couple days.”

“Why are you going to Westview?” he asks, rushing through his words. “I thought–”

“I’m hanging up now,” she interrupts, reaching for the screen again. “Goodbye, Tony.”

It’s always impressed you how effortlessly Agatha drives through Manhattan. Every time you’ve driven through the city, you’ve white-knuckled the steering wheel. And even now, with your current situation, you have no idea how she’s doing it, how she’s staying so calm.

With traffic, it takes almost twenty minutes to get to the Lincoln Tunnel. After that, it’s smooth sailing–until you stop at a red light in Ridgefield. When you look out the window, you notice it immediately–a gray minivan. And through the rear driver’s side passenger window, you can see a baby–maybe a year old–leaning forward to see out the window. It waves its fist in the air and smiles.

And then the light turns green and it’s gone.

You try to hold back your tears but your throat is becoming increasingly tighter, until a choked breath cracks the foundation. Tears are streaming from your eyes and your cheeks burn. As your palms press into your eyes, Agatha looks over at you, eyes wide as she tries to focus on the road.

“Okay, hold on,” she says. 

She ends up pulling into the parking lot of a drugstore. When she parks, she doesn’t say anything, and instead lets every thought you have spill out–even as you struggle to talk.

“This isn’t how it was supposed to happen!” you sob. “We–we were supposed–to take a couple years–we haven’t even been married for a year!” You wipe your eyes, but the tears keep coming and you take in a shuddering breath. “I don’t–I know I wanted–It’s–Agatha I’m terrified!”

“Sweetheart, it’ll be alright. We–” 

Her voice is soft as you break down further, and it sends a moment of anger through you. “How are you so calm about this?” you yell. “It’s not even noon and our entire life has been flipped upside down!”

Agatha’s taken aback and you can see the hurt in her face as she retaliates. “Well, somebody has to be calm! Nothing will happen if we both freak out!” She rests her elbow on the door, and when she speaks you can hear her voice crack. “I’m just as terrified as you! For Christ’s sake, the last time this happened…You know damn well what–” Her voice quiets and you watch as she follows you in tears. “–what happened the last time…” 

She doesn’t finish her sentence. She doesn’t need to. His name has only been mentioned a handful of times in your relationship.

You both fall quiet, save for the trembling breaths as you try to pull yourself together.

“Just take some deep breaths,” she sighs. “I’m sorry for yelling.”

“No,” you say, “it’s fine. Both of us were out of line. I wasn’t even thinking about how you feel. I just…neither of us had good parental figures.”

Agatha lets out a humorless laugh and sniffles. “Yeah.”

“I know you’ve done this before,” you say, breath shaking. “But I haven’t. I haven’t been a mother. I wouldn’t know the first thing about being one.” Before Agatha can respond you gasp, tears flooding your eyes again. “Oh, my god! I got drunk on Saturday with everyone! Agatha–!”

She doesn’t let you finish. Instead, she unbuckles your seatbelt and pulls you into her arms. While leaning over the center console, she holds you tight against her shoulder. “Okay, it’s okay!” she says. One hand rubs up and down your back while the other holds the back of your head. “It’s okay. We’ll be okay. I know, you’re scared, but…” Agatha pulls away, cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears with her thumbs. She purses her lips and looks over your face. “We’ll get through it,” she sighs. “You’re not doing this alone, okay? It’s my kid too, and I’ll make damn sure the both of you are taken care of.”

You nod and let out a shaky sigh. “Okay,” you whisper, leaning into her embrace.

“Conveniently, we ended up at a CVS,” she hums. “Stay here. I’ll go inside and get some vitamins.” She pulls away and wipes a stray tear from your cheek. “I’ll be back.”

Right after Agatha leaves, you get a call on your phone and you look down.

Wanda.

Fuck.

You swipe the call open, trying to put on the best faux happy voice you could. “Hey!” you chirp, but your voice cracks. “What’s up?”

“Well, Tony said you and Agatha are going to Westview for a couple days,” Wanda’s voice says from the other line.  “Just making sure everything’s okay. Billy’s pretty worried, so…”

You hesitate. “Yeah! Yeah, everything’s okay!”

“You know, you’re a terrible liar,” Wanda says. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing–”

“You’re pregnant, aren’t you?” she says.

You blank, and at this point there’s no use in denying it. “I–yeah. Just, don’t tell anyone, please. We haven’t even had an ultrasound yet.”

“I won’t tell anyone,” she chuckles. “I’m just glad you’re okay. Now, actually take care of yourself, please. I’ll see you in a few days.”

After about fifteen minutes, Agatha returns with three bags. As she climbs back into the car, she huffs and starts to sort through the bags, and the entire time she rambles, you can’t help but smile. 

“Okay, I looked up the best prenatal vitamins,” she says, taking out one of the five containers she bought. “They have a really high rating, recommended by doctors, organic ingredients. Oh, and I got anti-nausea medicine that’s safe for pregnancy.” 

She puts the container of vitamins back in the bag and sets it down at your feet, moving to the next two, which are filled with snacks. “I also got you your favorite snacks. And popcorn, and…” Agatha rifles through one of the bags before holding up a bag of your favorite candy. “And I found these. I was thinking maybe we could watch a movie tonight, or something.”

Your throat gets tight again and your lip starts to tremble. Agatha’s face drops, “What? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you sniffle, leaning over the center console to hug her tightly. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, honey,” she mutters into your hair.

You take a deep breath and let out a watery laugh. “Oh god, what’s Tony gonna think?”

Agatha pulls away, her hands on your shoulders as she gives you a pointed look. “If Tony has a problem with anything, then he’ll have to take it up with me.” She sits back and buckles her seatbelt before turning the car on. “Alright, let’s go get some lunch. All you’ve had is a banana today, and you’re eating for two now.”

For the past hour and a half, you couldn’t think of anything but the negative. But now, as Agatha’s hand rests on your thigh, she asks a million questions, all of them with a smile on her face.

“Whose eyes do you think it’ll have?”

“Do you think it’ll be a boy or a girl?”

“Oh, what color magic do you think they’ll have?”

And as she asks each one, not even giving you a chance to respond between them, you’re slowly being convinced that maybe, just maybe, you’ll be okay.

[starrdream]

Senator business

Anakin x f!reader x Obi-wan summary: Going home with 2 Jedi as a Senator can't be that bad, right? includes: SMUT!!, threesome, praise, double pen, head(f receiving) AN: never in my life have I written a threesome-mind you I am SHAKING

"Master, I hate to admit, but this gorgeous lady has been eyeing you all night.." Anakin tilts his head toward you.

"Ah," Obi-wan chuckles. "you have it wrong, young one. To me it seemed like she was drooling over you."

Anakin looked at you again, then back at his Master.

"Well she's definitely looking this way." He confirms eagerly.

He didn't really know you. Sure, polite greetings in the halls or an occasional smile during mutual meetings, but nothing past that.

You weren't even a Jedi actually. You worked with the Senate. Your position regarded the Order which meant you spent time at the Temple.

And, in this case, were invited to numerous Jedi gatherings.

"The Senator, Anakin? Really?" Obi inquired.

"I'm not too sure Master Kenobi." Anakin shook his head. "Doesn't matter too me." He claimed, putting his drink down and walking toward you while completely ignoring Obi-wan's protests.

"Why hello m'lady." A sweet voice interrupted you.

You looked up at the young Jedi standing before you. He was quite attractive with his blue eyes and brownish curls.

"Good evening young one." You smiled politely.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. You must be the Senator?" He asked nicely. "I'm Anakin Skywalker." He stretched his hand out for a handshake.

Odd kid. You thought.

"Nice to meet you Anakin." You held his hand to shake it but instead, Anakin brought your delicate hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles.

You smiled, finding his 'manners' intriguing.

"May I know your name?" He sat in the chair next to you, leaning his hands on the bar.

"Y/n" You nod.

"Such a beautiful name isn't it?" Anakin smiled. "It's quite an honour to have you here tonight. We appreciate the things you do for the Jedi."

Anakin tried really hard to make conversation, going as far as buying you a drink. You seemed unaware of his intentions.

"You must be the prettiest senator, hm?"

"I'm on the Council at my age"

The kid was absolutely whipped, he wasn't even being subtle with undressing your with his eyes.

"If you don't mind me asking, how old are you m'lady?" He mentally cursed himself for asking such stupid questions.

"27." You chuckle, pinching his cheek slightly.

Anakin's heart races at your touch, immediately perking up. "Really now? I thought you were younger than me for sure."

He shamelessly flirted with you for at least another 15 minutes before dropping the question. To his surprise you agreed quite easily.

"I knew my charm worked." He teased, standing up from the chair and offering you his hand.

You gracefully take it, laughing at his witty language.

He links your arm together with his once your on your feet, walking toward his Master.

"Obi-Wan is a great mentor. He taught me everything I know." Anakin spoke matter-of-factlly.

"Master Kenobi!" You were pleasantly surprised to see a familiar face.

"You two know each other?" Anakin mumbled.

"How can we not? The Council has had plenty of meetings with the Senate." The older Jedi took a hold of your free hand, kissing the back of it and making you chuckle softly.

"Shall we?" Obi-wan teased light-heartedly, offering you his arm as well.

You happily agree, linking your left arm with Obi-wan's right.

The three of you start making your way throughout the party. Anakin is still bragging, trying to swoon you with his wit while Obi-wan keeps apologizing for his behavior and teasing Ankin.

Three feet away from the entrance, Master Windu runs into the three of you.

"And what exactly is going on here?" He asks half teasingly, half seriously.

"We can't have the lady walking back by herself can we Windu?' Kenobi jokes, making Mace laugh it off and continue his way.

"My, my, I never thought I'd be accompanied by a Jedi." You look up at Master Kenobi. "Let alone two.." You turn your head back towards Anakin who's already grinning down at you.

"Well I can assure you-you're in good hands m'lady." Anakin teases, eyes flickering down to your chest every now and then.

"Yeah?" You furrow your eyebrows jokingly, squeezing their biceps.

Before long, the three of you are in your penthouse. In your living room, to be specific.

"Are you gentlemen up for drinks? Or are we getting down to business straight away?" You ask, despite already knowing the answer.

"You're asking?" Anakin gripped you by the hips, effortlessly pulling you down into his lap, kissing you sloppily.

Obi-wan chuckles at his eagerness, sitting down on the couch next to him and wrapping one arm around your waist.

They both maneuver you so that you're straddling Anakin's left and Obi-Wan's right leg, your knees pressed up against their crotches.

The 2 men take turns claiming your mouth hungrily. Their hands explore your body firmly, groping and massaging your curves.

Pulling away from Anakin you instinctively grind your hips against their thighs, causing a soft whimper to escape you.

"Eager?" Obi-Wan teases as he kisses you sloppily again. Anakin brings his head down, nipping and sucking on your neck.

"C'mon baby.." Ani wraps both of his hands around your waist, pulling you into his lap so your back is to him.

"Let's take this off shall we?" He teasingly pushed the strap of your dress down while Kenobi knelt before you.

You blush slightly as they undress you carefully, leaving you in just underwear.

"My, she's gorgeous." Obi-Wan groans, the noise muffled by your thigh.

"Absolutely." Anakin agrees, kissing your neck again.

Master Kenobi spreads your knees softly, making more space for himself between your legs.

"Relax beautiful, okay?" Anakin whispers, wrapping his metalic arm around your waist as his flesh one groped your tender breasts.

"Please, I-" You whimpered desperately but Anakin shut you up by kissing you.

Obi-wan slowly pulls your lacy panties down, burying his face between your thighs immediately.

You gasp into Anakin's mouth, causing him to tighten his grip on you.

You feel a pair of strong hands grip your thighs, pulling them up. Obi-wan settles them on his shoulders easily as he devours your pussy like a starved man.

One of your hands makes it's way down to his hair, playing with it and tugging softly when he hit a sensitive spot. The other one is tangled in the back of Anakin's head, holding him close.

Pulling away slightly, you whimper. "I-I'm gonna-" A moan interrupts you as an orgasm rips through you. Your thighs softly squeeze Obi-wan's head, walls convulsing around his tongue. Your back arches making your ass grind against Anakin's painfully hard erection, causing him to whimper.

After licking you clean, Obi-wan stands up, wiping his mouth.

"Let's take this to the bedroom." He sugested.

In seconds, you were dropped on your bed softly. Both men took their robes off before climbing on top of you, getting ready for another heated make out session.

Your hands roam their bare bodies, tracing various battle scars and the lines of their raw muscles in slight awe.

Seems like the Jedi training does pay off.

The room was filled with soft praises, moans and wet, sloppy sounds of your kisses.

They slowly pulled away and Obi-wan sat back against the headboard, pulling you into his lap and spreading your legs in the process.

Anakin groaned at the sight of your pussy, leaning in to press a few kisses up your thigh to your hip bone.

In the meantime, the older Jedi had already unbuckled his belt and was pumping himself while he waited.

"You ready, darling?" He asked.

"Yes." You purred softly.

"Good." He replied, lifting your hips and lining himself up with your back entrance, teasing softly.

"Let me know if something hurts, okay love?"

"Mhm" You whimpered, holding onto Anakin's shoulders as Obi lowered you onto his cock, stretching you out.

Once you were fully settled, he pulls you back carefully, gripping your hips as Ani also entered you, his tip mere inches from hitting your cervix.

Damn they were big.

You moan desperately at the fullness, gripping Anakin's forearm as you adjusted to the feeling, walls pulsing around both of them.

"You okay gorgeous?" Anakin kissed your cheek.

"Y-yeah" You whimpered desperately. "Please, just-" You moan as Obi-wan interrupts you, sliding your hips up and down his length.

Anakin waits a few seconds before starting to move himself.

The dual stimulation had you moaning and whimpering every second. The stretch was both a painful and pleasuring sensation and you felt like you could cum any second.

Anakin leans down to suck on your neck and Obi-wan pulls your head back gently by your hair, giving him better access.

The soft praise they were whispering mixed with their noises drove you insane, causing you to arch your back, pressing into Anakin.

They kept a slower, more sensational pace, not wanting to hurt you.

Soft grunts and whiny moans fill the air as the two Jedi run a train on you.

"Such a good girl..You take us so well baby." Anakin purred before kissing you and swallowing your moans.

"Pretty noises too." Obi-wan added as he massaged your tits in a circle, tweaking your nipples softly.

"Mmf...gonna cum.." You whine.

"Mhm, we got you pretty girl." Anakin chuckles.

"Need you to..to film me up." You mutter out, face contorting in pleasure.

With a slight jerk of your hips and a loud gasp, you finish, walls tightening around their thick lengths. Your jaw falls open and Anakin doesn't waste a second before shoving 2 fingers inside of it, shutting you up.

Tears start to appear in the corners of your eyes, body shaking softly and hips twitching uncontrollably.

Seconds later, both men finish, filling your holes up with their release.

At this point, you're full blown sobbing in overwhelming pleasure, chest heaving with deep, shaky breaths.

After riding out their own orgasms they carefully pull out.

"Shh, shh.." Anakin holds you tightly as Obi-wan slides you off of his cock, standing up from the bed.

"We didn't hurt you, did we my dear?" He asks, sitting down in one of the armchairs and starting to put his clothes back on.

"Mm-mm" You shake your head no as Ani lowers you onto the pillows, still not making an effort to pull out. He lays himself on top of you, breathing contently as he wraps his arms around you.

"I'll get up in a minute.." He murmurs. Your hands find their way to the his head, playing with the hair on the back of his head as you kiss the side of his face.

"You did so good for us, darling" Obi-wan stands up, walking over to you and placing a soft kiss on the top of your head. "I'll run you a bath."

Anakin gets up from you while pulling out carefully, drawing a whine from you and leaving you aching, sensitive.

Laying down beside you he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close. "And I'll join you." He chuckles softly, kissing your collarbone.

[on-my-vigilante-sht]

Sleeplessness

Haymitch Abernathy x Reader

Summary: Life just isn't the same after winning the Hunger Games.

Warnings: heavily implied SA/non-con prostitution, angst, suicidal thoughts, nightmares, nudity (no smut), mentions of alcoholism, established relationship, hurt-comfort fic

Request: Could I get an angst/comfort fic with Haymitch? Reader is under the same contract with the Capital as Finnick-but is much more fragile after her games and lives with Haymitch to help take care of him and clean around to drown out her problems-added with the help of sleeping pills she takes. Both care about each other but maybe she hits a point where she breaks down after what the Capitol keeps doing to her.

A/N I'm so sorry this took so long, I got really busy

Word Count: 1.5k

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Stumbling into the kitchen I found it a mess, just as I usually found it after spending a few days in the Capitol. The fatigue of the last few days was wearing on me as I considered whether I should go upstairs or not. But the racing thoughts in my mind immediately made the decision for me. I didn’t want to go upstairs and lay in dark silence, thinking about my most recent trip to the Capitol. So rather I picked up a plate, placing it in the sink as I started to tidy up.

Maybe any other night I would’ve taken more care to be quiet but the thought of silence made me want to scratch my own eyes out so I let the sound of running water and clinking dishes occupy my mind. I allowed myself to get lost in the task, scrubbing dishes rather than putting them in the wash. Letting the water just scald me rather than turn the temperature down.

I was only brought back to the present when I felt arms entwine around my waist and a head rest on my shoulder. A part of me immediately wanted to be released, reminded of all I had endured. But a second of consideration of my circumstances told me it was just Haymitch.

“I told you, you don’t have to clean up for me anymore,” his sleepy voice came.

“I don’t mind, I find it soothing.”

Initially after my games our relationship was purely symbiotic. Part of my victory came with the entertainment of my sponsors. Immediately after I was released from the arena—still in the Capitol—some Peacekeepers had ripped me from bed in the middle of the night to deliver me to a sponsor’s home. I had spent days after that terrified to sleep, not for fear of the nightmares from the arena, but for fear of being dragged out of bed only to end up in some wealthy guy’s bed. I had cried in my mentor’s arms for the entire rest of the time we were in the Capitol and on the train back to Twelve. Despite the big, new home waiting for me directly across from Haymitch’s, I had begged him to let me stay in one of the guest rooms for fear of being taken in the night with no witnesses. He had agreed, so long as I earned my keep so I had spent the last three years taking care of him. Even when our relationship became more than symbiotic, I still took care of him.

“I’ll hire one of the Seam kids to clean up,” Haymitch insisted, his fingers stroking through my hair. “Let’s go to bed. There’s more of your medicine if you want.”

I paused for a moment, just staring at the soapy glass in my hand. I didn’t want to shut my eyes—it truly was the last thing I wanted to do. I hated those pills, Snow gave them to Haymitch to help me sleep but I think they’re just another avenue of continued torture. Rather than help my sleep, they just trap me in my nightmares. Even being beside Haymitch I dreaded the nightmares that would inevitably plague my mind.

“That’s okay,” I dismissed. “I’ll be up in a few.”

When he sighed I knew that he saw right through me. We both had sleep issues, as was typical of victors. But he had managed to find peace in drunken hazes—another factor when it came to me caring for him. I had refused to touch the stuff after my games, terrified to wind up with nothing. And Snow’s pills were enough of a deterrence away from any other sort of substance.

Pressing one last kiss against my temple he pulled away reluctantly. “Okay,” he agreed, although he didn’t sound convinced. As he retreated I remained practically frozen until I heard his steps, heavy with exhaustion and liquor, reach the top of the stairs.

Returning to my mindless task, I tried to let my mind go blank. I found that I could do that sometimes, it felt like the only time I could truly relax. As I fell back into a systematic routine, my mind began to wander rather than stay still in murky nothingness.

Shivers went down my spine as I swore I could feel the hands of Capitol citizens on me. Increasing the speed of the water, I stuck my hands under the flow as I cleaned, trying to let the real feeling replace the phantom ones. Trying to dissociate again, I was dragged out of my peace by false noises. I could’ve sworn I heard noise at the front door, my hand snapping out to slam the faucet off. I didn’t dare move as I carefully listened for the sound of Peacekeepers outside my door. But after five minutes of just standing there in silence, I finally realized there was no one there.

Giving up on trying to distract myself, I headed upstairs. The kitchen was mostly clean anyways. But as I reached the landing, looking into the dark abyss of my bedroom—the door to which was slightly ajar—I found myself dreading sleep. I knew what waited for me in my dreams. The arena, the Capitol. All things I was supposed to be able to get away from when I came home. But I was robbed of peace the second I was born into this district rather than a life of luxury in the Capitol.

Turning to the bathroom, I decided to try to overwhelm my senses with a hot bath. At least the one solace I took in being a victor was access to hot water and a nice home.

~

Haymitch stirred as soft sobs penetrated his sleep. He was almost immediately awake as he processed what he was hearing. The sounds of his lover’s cries were quite possibly one of the worst sounds he had ever heard. Aside from her screaming for him when Peacekeepers dragged her out of their home and others were holding him back.

Scrambling out of bed, he saw the light in the bathroom was on. Reaching for the door, he found it locked, the handle not moving. “N/n?” he called through the door, the nervousness clear. “Can you open the door for me?” Hearing nothing, he got more nervous. “Y/n? Can you hear me?” Still nothing. “Look, if you don’t open the door I’m gonna break it down,” he warned, his tone becoming more frantic.

Finally, he heard water sloshing as she stepped out of the tub. He heard the lock click and his hand immediately flew to the handle, wrenching it open. Fortunately for her she had already backed away from the door and was now sinking back into the tub.

Haymitch just stared at her for a second as she was turned away from him. Only her upper back and her hair was exposed to him as she hugged her knees to her chest, trying to preserve her warmth in the already cooling bathtub.

“Hey, what’s going on?” he asked as he carefully rounded to the side of the tub. He took in her fragile figure, horrified to see a bite mark on her shoulder and light scratches on her arms. He dreaded to see what the rest of her looked like although he had seen her look worse after a trip to the Capitol.

She just sniffled, burying her face into her arms. They sat in quiet solitude for a moment, Haymitch just staring at her in concern. “‘M just so tired,” her words came out slurred.

Her mentor sighed, knowing just how much she had been struggling with this. “I know you don’t like them but-” he couldn’t even finish his sentence before she retreated further into herself, her body shaking with sobs.

“I can’t,” she cried. “I can’t take them anymore. I can’t take any of this anymore! I wish I died in there.” Her voice raised as she continued into desperate sobs of anguish.

“Hey,” Haymitch tried to interrupt her. Not caring about getting his sweatpants or t-shirt wet he reached into the tub, tugging her towards him so he could wrap his arms around her. He pulled her into him, angling her so she could bury her face in his shoulder. “Hey,” he tried to soothe, a hand rubbing against her bare back, careful to avoid her shoulder. “You’re okay,” he tried to assure, pulling away enough to press a kiss to her head before pulling her into him once again.

“You’re okay,” he repeated, wracking his brain for the right words to say. “I know you’re tired, I know it hurts, but don’t ever say that again,” he murmured softly. “I cannot lose you. I’m so sorry the games happened to you. I’m sorry about what’s happening to you. But I need you here with me. I love you.”

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[iwantazzifudd]

Hi friends, this is my first ever attempt at writing anything here and it’s a Pazzi oneshot, I’m honestly nervous that it’s bad but I’ve been inspired 🤗 it’s also my first attempt at any fiction writing in general and why was this actually a bit difficult?!

PaigexAzzi fluff

Surprise!

Paige was trying her best to not freak out about the lack of messages from Azzi today but it was just so odd.. they always spoke and made time for each other even when the had to be away.

Paige tried to tell herself that Az was probably just busy, but she couldn’t help but pace around her room wondering if she did something wrong. Or worse, wondering if Azzi met a cooler California girl during her brief trip to the state.

She knew that she was irrational to think that way but just as she started to get out of her head and message her girlfriend, she realized that Azzi had stopped sharing her location, and that’s what officially sent Paige over the edge. She couldn’t tell if she should be sad or angry, so she chooses the latter and makes it the rest of her teammates problems.

Kk, Ice and Sarah had all agreed to stay over for the week Azzi would be gone to give Paige some company, and to spend some quality time with the older girl. Today though they maybe regretting staying the entire week. When The blonde stepped out of her room the girls immediately realized something was wrong, and they shared a worried look.

“Hey boogers everything alright” KK asked hesitantly, scared of making Paige even more upset. “Peachy.” Paige responded shortly. “All of you do me a favor and check Azzi’s location” this request just made the other girls even more worried. “Mm looks like she turned it off” and when ice saw the look in Paige’s eye she immediately regretted being the one to answer.

Paige nodded, nervously nibbling at lip in response. “Where the hell is she at?” the crack in her voice betrayed the cold front she tried to put on. Inside her mind was on a rampage tossing over ideas of where the curly haired girl may be and why she needed to be so secretive.

Saying nothing else to her teammates, she grabbed a jacket and headed out of the apartment. Needing some space, some air, anything to get her mind off of Azzi.

It’s not that she didn’t trust her girlfriend, in fact if there was any person in the world she could trust with her life it would be Azzi. She just couldn’t help but think the worse, and Azzi having not messaged her back in hours didn’t help her case.

…

Azzi, not knowing what her best friend was going through, was thrilled on the other hand. She was so excited to surprise Paige a few days early. With them being on the same team and seeing each other at almost every moment surprises were impossible so Azzi had to make sure Paige didn’t see this one coming. ‘I don’t see why she’d check my location anyway’ the girl thought to herself (though she knew that Paige frequently did) , so she turned it off and got on her long flight back without a second thought.

It had barely been 4 days since Azzi had seen her girlfriend but she just couldn’t wait any longer.

She had to fly out to LA for a new very impressive shoe deal with Steph Curry, doing all types of shoots and interviews for her favorite NIL deal yet. It meant more than just a simple deal to her though with Steph being a great mentor, she had little to no trouble agreeing to designing her own shoe.

But throughout the whole thing as special as it may of been Azzi just wanted to fly back to her girlfriend. 4 mornings not spent waking up in Paige’s arms was way too much for her.

She called the blonde everyday she was gone, and honestly she would talk to her every second if she could, but she was always worried about being too clingy and scaring Paige away, although there was no way that’d ever happen.So on the fifth day Azzi didn’t call Paige, she kept their texts short and tried to stay patient, knowing that she’d be back home with her early that morning.She got on her flight and dreamed about Paige the whole way through. Although two days early wasn’t much she was longing to see her beautiful girlfriend.

…

Distracting herself from thoughts of Azzi had proven to be impossible. She saw the peoples princess in everything, even the soft breeze of wind made her think of the long walks they’d take filled with lingering touches. She thought of the way the brown eyed girls hair danced in the wind, and the pink tint her cheeks took in the cold. Azzi was in everything. And how could she not be? When you know someone so purely, so closely for 8 years they become everywhere.

She just wish she knew where Azzi was at, anything to clear her thoughts. When she sent a few more texts, and even a call or a few to be clear, that went to voicemail she finally let the emotions take over. She knew she was over reacting just a bit but this just wasn’t them. Paige knows her girlfriend better than any one. They never kept secrets from each other and always always, always gave reassurance to one another. So Paige just didn’t get it.

She walked her way back to the apartment building and instead of going to her room she decided to go into Azzi’s instead. Paige had a spare key to the place and made herself at home. Honestly most people thought it was strange that they still had different apartments considering the fact that they spent every night together anyway.

The blonde girl made her way to Azzi’s bed wanting nothing but to be enveloped in her scent. She was exhausted from thinking and most of all just really missed her girlfriend.

She sent the absent girl one last text before drifting to sleep.

P 💗💍: just tell me that we’re okay Az please.

…

When Azzi got of her flight at around 3 am she didn’t expect her phone to flood with notifications. She had received a total of 7 missed calls and god knows how many messages from her concerned girlfriend all during her flight.

P💗💍: Hey baby Ik you’re probably busy but call me soon k? I miss u

P💗💍: just saw your interview you looked so beautiful

P💗💍: what else u gotta do today bby??

P💗💍: wya??

P💗💍:Azzi?

P💗💍: dude and your locations off what am I supposed to think rn

P💗💍: you mad at me?

P💗💍: Az please baby it’s been hours and nothing, not even one text back

P 💗💍: just tell me that we’re okay Az please.

The last message is what really broke Azzi’s heart a bit. Paige was so upset. She didn’t know attempting a surprise would cause all of this. She even received numerous messages from her teammates about how Paige was doing.

“Shit” Azzi said to herself hoping that when Paige saw her she’d still be excited. The younger girl was mad at herself for not thinking this part through more and coming up with an excuse so her girlfriend could relax. She was even hurt for a moment that Paige implied she could be cheating, but even more than that she hated that Paige thought she did something wrong.

She had to get home quick.

…

When Azzi finally reached Paige’s apartment she wasn’t expecting to see her 3 teammates on the couch binge watching yellow jackets, but no Paige.

“Oh my gosh Azzi!!” Kk jumped up from her position on the couch oddly excited to see Azzi giving her a bear hug. “Hey KK” she giggled at the girls antics but she was disappointed that there was no Paige in sight. “Ugh finally we’re so glad you’re here Paige was panicking. Why are you back so early?” Ice asked. “Well I planned on surprising my girl but.. obviously there were some flaws in my execution” “where is she by the way” Azzi asked expectantly becoming worried at her girlfriend’s absence.

“Oh, um - so she sorta left on a walk earlier and hasn’t come back to the apartment” their third teammate Sarah chimed in.

“She what?? You guys?!” Azzi became frantic.

“And no one thought to check in on her, or see where she was at?” Azzi’s questions were only met with guilty stares from the eyes in front of her.

“Jesus” she rubbed her palm down her face.

“I’ll find her, love you guys” and she left to her apartment without a glance back to them.

She was shocked to find the door to her apartment unlocked, and her bedroom door slightly cracked open. She crept towards the door suddenly paranoid and slowly opened it. Her heart melted when she saw her stunning girlfriend cuddling a pillow on her side of the bed. She slipped in beside the girl setting the gifts she got her down, and whether she meant to or not, she fell asleep spooning her.

Azzi woke up before Paige and spent the time admiring her girlfriends face peacefully sleeping. The anticipation made it hard to be patient though and soon the curly haired girl found her self gently shaking Paige awake.

“Hi baby” Azzi whispered shyly as if they hadn’t woken up like this a million times now. “Is that really you Az?” Paige responded groggily. Azzi chose to respond to this by pressing feather light kisses all around the sleepy girls face.

Paige finally fully opening her eyes is shocked to see the person she loves most face to face with her “what’re you doing here so early” she whispered as if talking any louder would make Azzi disappear. “Just couldn’t resist you I guess” Azzi responded teasingly, a small smile spreading across her face. It was that smile that she could recognize anywhere, the one meant only for Paige and the soft moments they shared that fully woke Paige up and she reached for the girl desperately pulling her on top of her in a tight hug. She caught Azzi off guard but it only took a moment for the girls to melt into each other.

They stayed just like that holding each other for a long time, neither of them wanting the moment to end. Azzi finally broke the two apart and sat up straddling the blondes hips. Beaming down at her. Paige stared back in awe, at the same time realizing that the brown eyed girl was only acting weird the day before because she wanted to surprise her. “You’re such a dork” Paige said to her girlfriend but she couldn’t hide the smile stuck on her face.

“Shush you missed me” her Azzi responded teasingly leaning down so her face was closer to Paige’s.

“Says who” the blonde replied back with a glimmer in her blue eyes. “ says every part of you” Azzi said against her lips, connecting them in a deep kiss. It was the type that made Paige’s brain fuzzy as she drowned in everything Azzi. Azzi parted her lips letting Paige in and grinding down against her. Paige moaned into the girls mouth due to the friction. Her whole body heating up. She arched into Azzi desperate for more. The younger girl broke the kiss with knowing smirk, happy to be home.

[kitscutie]

snow and roses: part II (coriolanus snow x fem!reader)

pairing: coriolanus snow x reader

warnings: none except the nature of the Hunger Games franchise! later on in the series there will be hints to dark!coriolanus snow and lots of angst so be prepared!

summary: you and coriolanus have been dating in secret for months, all it takes is one songbird for everything to come into the light.

a/n: part two is here! hope you enjoy, remember requests are open and there are more parts to come :) p.s - all of the love on part one means the world!

word count: 2.3k

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Over the past eighteen years you couldn't picture a single day you and Coriolanus hadn't spent together. Birthdays, school days, even throughout the war, you spent time together.

Today was different. He hadn't met you this morning and you couldn't help but miss his presence. His character enveloped a room, always making it clear he was there without really having to say a word. You found it comforting, others found it threatening.

The Tributes arrived early this morning and it was something you had dreaded, very soon you would actually have to meet Wovey. Mentor her, care for her, and it riddled you with guilt knowing that it was all a challenge. Her life was a challenge to you.

Coryo's presence could've softened that burden and yet, he wasn't here. No warning no explanation he just didn't show.

"Where's Snow?" Asked Arachne as you all stood outside your classroom at the Academy, preparing for yet another lecture from Casca.

"I wouldn't know." You shrugged, secretly seething at your boyfriends disregard to tell you where he was going before he disappeared.

"Oh please. You two are practically attached at the hip." Scoffed Festus. Fixing his hair in a small compact mirror which he carried around in his bag.

"I heard he's with his songbird." Mock sang Felix. Knowing it would most likely piss you off to the high heavens.

"And where did you hear that, Felix?" You asked, tilting your head in questions, eyebrows furrowed. While Felix was a tease he was not a liar.

"Lucky's newest interview. He was in the zoo with the tributes, I mean it was almost comedic. But, I've got to say the most interesting part was when they held hands." He said. You couldn't hide the anger on your face no matter how hard you tried and it was only made worse when you spotted Sejanus' sympathetic glance from over his shoulder.

"Well, he is very motivated to win the Prize I suppose." You murmured, now embarrassed, even if they weren't aware he was your boyfriend he was supposed to be your closest ally and here he was prancing around with his new decoration.

Much to your pleasure the large wooden door swung open, everybody filing into the room and taking their assigned seats, the one next to yours empty.

His seat.

Finally, minutes later he entered looking rather sheepish. If he was ashamed you were glad, he should be.

"Your little excursion is in violation of about five Academy rules Mr Snow." Spoke Casca. Deep down you were pleased that he had broken rules, pleading in your mind that this would prevent any further ventures. "Amongst them, endangering a Capitol student."

"Who?" He asked, stopping in his tracks as though he was insulted by the accusation.

"You. I'm moving for the Game makers to disqualify you as a mentor immediately." Casca answered. Guiltily you were happy, you just hoped your face didn't show it as Coriolanus sat down next to you.

"You said that we had to get our tributes to perform, not that we had to stay away." He said leaning against the banister of your seats.

"I don't believe holding their hands was in that agreement." You snarled from behind him and you immediately regretted it as he turned to you, hurt that you weren't defending him.

"Right you are Miss L/N." Casca replied.

"Holding her hand, introducing her to people. You make it look as if were one in the same as those animas." Arachne added. You didn't agree with that, they were very much the same as us but his effort to care for her wounded you internally.

"Coriolanus didn't show those people anything they didn't already know. That the tributes are human beings. Just like us. That's why nobody wants to watch the Games, because people know deep down, that winning a war ten years ago doesn't justify starving peoples children." Sejanus added, yet you couldn't help but feel like Coriolanus didn't truly agree, he just wanted to be let loose for his wrong doings.

"Snow fell. Down in the cage, it fell down in the cage but it landed-" Doctor Gaul appeared, frightening you and many others. She had an atmosphere similar to Coriolanus, threatening and brazen. Maybe that should've scared you more than any District Twelve girl, yet it didn't.

"On stage." Snow finished her riddle without hesitation.

"You're good at games. Maybe one day you'll be a Game maker like me." She grinned evilly. You didn't miss Coriolanus' smile when hearing this and something deep within you stirred.

"Only if the games continue at all." Casca replied.

"Oh they'll continue, with performances like young Mr Snow in that zoo. In fact I came to ask your star Mentor a question. What are the Hunger Games for?" She said confidently.

"They're to punish the Districts for their uprising. To commemorate the end of the war." Coriolanus answered thou hit felt scripted and to some extent it was. That very answer was drilled into your heads from the moment you entered the Academy.

Sejanus began to discredit the Games, calling them what they are. Cruel. Doctor Gaul didn't like that.

"Perhaps the Capitol students are ill suited to be mentoring tributes, perhaps the Games time has passed." Casca said and something about it told you he was on Sejanus' side, that he didn't agree with the very games he created.

"Dean Highbottom is wrong. My classmates too. Maybe Sejanus is onto something, maybe we should be viewing those tributes as human beings." Coriolanus spoke and you tugged at his shirt for him to sit down, to stop defending this inhumane act but he slapped your hand away. "I mean you saw those kids in the zoo, they just wanted to get to know Lucy Gray. If we need people to watch we should be letting them get closer to the tributes before the games. Make the stakes personal." You felt embarrassed by his every word. Embarrassed by his obsession with Lucy Gray and embarrassed that he believed in these games.

"Who will watch the games if they care what happens to the tributes?" Asked Doctor Gaul and even to you, the answer was obvious. Everyone.

"Everyone." Answered Snow, predictable. "If they thought the tribute they cared about had a chance of winning, people need someone to root for and against. We need them to invest. If we bend a few Capitol laws, we could even have them place bets." He continued his proposal.

"You forget you're talking about real people Coriolanus, not just characters in your wider game." You said, eyes cold as he once again turned to you seeming betrayed, you no longer cared.

"Look I know Lucy Gray may not win in the arena but if you give her a chance, I would bet the Plinth Prize that she can win peoples attention." He ignored you, instead once again talking about Lucy. You felt sick by his obsession, betrayed. How long had you been the one to care for him, to root for him and here he was digging a dagger in your heart.

"I would like you to write up a proposal of these thoughts tonight Mr Snow." Doctor Gaul stated. "Perhaps your classmate can help you?" She smirked towards you in question.

You shook your head while keeping your eyes trained on the front of the room, you refused to be apart of his play for Lucy Gray's victory.

You sat alone at lunch, thinking. What was going on between him and that girl and why was he suddenly the Games biggest supporter. You understood the Plinth Prize meant a lot to him. That it would open doors but this was a step too far.

"Y/N, a pleasure." A voice you knew all too well said as it took the seat across from you.

"Coriolanus." You answered bluntly before taking another bite of your sandwich. He could tell something was off from the moment you used his full name, usually calling him Coryo.

"What was that little show back there, hm?" He asked, blue eyes a weapon as he glared at you. Something you had never been on the receiving end of before.

"I could ask you the same thing." You replied, putting your food down to glare back.

"It's a competition, Y/N. One which could change my life, I know you don't have to worry about winning but this means everything to me. You know that. I know the games are animalistic but they'll go on either way-." He defended though you cut him off.

"That's what you think I'm upset about?" You said, exaggerating the 'that's'.

"It's not?" He asked, now curious.

"I don't know, Coriolanus maybe I'm upset about you being obsessed with Lucy Gray. I mean, she's all you've spoken about since the Reaping, you held her hand! Risked your life for her!" You exclaimed in angry, drawing attention to your table.

"Oh what, so your jealous?" He smirked, clearly amused by your outrage.

"Jealous does little to describe what I am feeling, Snow. This is another level. When will you realise that that girl is using you, just as you are using her. Nothing more nothing less. I however am still here, I have been there for years, for you!" You shouted once more and he grew agitated as the room stared, grabbing your wrist with unnecessary aggression to pull your face down to this.

"Don't make a scene Y/N. You're acting like a little girl." He gritted out through his teeth.

"Fuck you, Coriolanus Snow." You replied equally quiet and with menace laced in your words. You saw his face change, as if the anger once there was replaced by a mask of sympathy. It felt ingenuine.

"Come on, Y/N. You know I love you right? I have for how long now, years." He said with kind eyes.

"Don't kid yourself." You scoffed. Though his face stayed the same his grip on your wrist tightened, leaving pink indentations.

"I love you, Y/N. Okay? Not Lucy Gray. She's my tribute just like you said, nothing more nothing less." He once again reassured, never giving up his hold.

Finally the fire in your heart gave out to him and his stupid Snow charm. It never failed to make you swoon and hearing those three words, ones you gave to each other not very often, you just wished to be in his arms.

"Okay." You retreated.

"Okay and?" He asked.

"I love you too." You answered, relieved when he let your wrist go, you were quick to move it below the table, scared to see what he had done to your wrist.

"Good. Now come on, I'm going to give some food to Lucy Gray, strengthen her, I assume you would like to meet Wovey." He said, getting up from his chair. You didn't want to meet Wovey, not really, scared to look her in the eyes. You did however want to meet his pretty little Songbird.

You walked together, hand in hand towards the zoo. He was back to his caring self after the flash of rage you previously saw. It wasn't the first time that side of him had flashed and you knew it wouldn't be the last but moments like these made it all worth it.

Your relationship was secret, but you felt no need to hide it anymore, now determined to show he was yours. Show everyone.

At first you stuck by his side, even when he spoke to Lucy Gray and you felt yourself flinch as she rushed over.

"That for us?" She asked as he held food out to her. Watching as she gave some to her fellow District Twelve Tribute, Jessup. "And who might this be?" She asked, eyeing up your joint hands.

"Wovey's mentor." He answered, without a second thought. Though when you squeezed his hand, his answer changed. "My girlfriend, I mean. Y/N L/N."

"Well Miss L/N, you sure do have the cream of the crop here with Mr Snow. He's a lovely young man." She smiled at you, you couldn't tell if it was your own paranoia telling you it was ingenuine or if she really didn't feel happy for you.

"Oh, and don't I know it." You smiled back. "You've equally had such luck I must say. He's a fine mentor." You added, patting his chest as you boosted his ego.

"Well, thank you." He said, kissing your forehead. "But uh, could you give me and Lucy Gray a moment, Mentor to Tribute?" He asked and that once burnt out flame of jealousy flickered within you as you left to speak to Wovey. You watched as they now leant against the fence to talk, lips inches away, crouched together.

Wovey was a sweet young girl, grateful as you gave her food and she shared it with Bobbin who she had been sat with, you didn't mind her sharing seeing as some Mentors has made little effort to offer any help.

You patted her shoulder through the fence, promising your support to help her reach the end of the games though it seemed she didn't care about winning and you admired her bravery.

A scream cut said conversation short as you looked to see Arachne's neck being stabbed with a smashed glass bottle. Play stupid games win stupid prizes.

You and Coriolanus both rushed over. Even if she was mean and bitchy she was your friend for the last five years and you had grown fond of the girl.

You whispered reassurances as she cried, placing pressure on her neck until you were literally dragged off of her by Peacekeepers, watching as her final breath left her body.

"No, no, no." You whispered with glassy eyes as her body became smaller and smaller on the ground - until it was too far into the distance to see.

It was clear the games had officially begun, and the tributes were winning.

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Being a Maia Witch and in the Fellowship • Headcanon

(Gif not mine)

Request: Hi, if you're taking requests, can I get headcanons for the Fellowship? The reader is a Maia witch and is sort of a colleague of Gandalf's but he's also a bit of a mentor. Just interested to see how you think everyone would interact with the reader :) thank you so much and I hope you stay safe, happy, and healthy — anon

Warnings: reader is one of the blue wizards, mostly gender neutral though you are called a witch, mix of book and movie canon

A.N: Thank you so much for your kind words! I hope you enjoy these hcs, I really enjoy writing about the fellowship!

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Since stepping foot on Middle Earth you had always been a wanderer

Of course you had spent time with the other Maiar; though you had your own specialized magic, Gandalf mentored you a lot

You always felt closer to Radagast the Brown; he cared deeply about nature and the living world that you lived in

You had been known to almost vanish for years at a time, exploring some deep cavern or somewhere high in mountains, it was always on a whim

You were elusive--all the races of Middle Earth had their own names and tall tales about you

But as the Age of the Elves starts to dwindle you start to ease down on the amount of adventures you have

Until your dear old friend Gandalf the Grey shows up on your doorstep out of breath with and almost crazed look in his eyes

A hobbit has the One Ring

So much for not traveling

You join the Fellowship at the Council of Elrond--no one opposes having another magical being in their midst

You try to get to know the other members better, it has been some time since you have interacted with people so your communication skills are a little rusty

Gandalf trusts you, of course, he is thrilled you have agreed to join them

He confides in you about the quest and the situation; things he would not tell the others

You two understand each other in a way no one else in the Fellowship can

The two of you, to fill the time, talk about your own travels and the history of Middle Earth

"You have been gone for too long, (Y/n), Middle Earth has suffered in your absence."

"Oh Gandalf, I needed to see everything before it was too late."

Boromir is a little wary of you, in Gondor they believe your presence is a bad omen since you do not show yourself too frequently near Minas Tirith

He warms up to you while travelling to the Mines of Moria because you and Gandalf exerted so much power trying to save them

"You are not the ill portent my father has talked about, witch. Why did you avoid Minas Tirith for so long?"

Aragorn has probably seen glimpses of you throughout his life and because of his travels he has heard many stories about you

Honestly he's very intrigued and asks many questions about what you have seen

He really trusts you almost immediately, you were welcomed in Rivendell, showing that Elrond trusted you

In Lothlorien Galadriel also holds you in high esteem, she's surprised you're in the Fellowship; not because you do not care about the fate of Middle Earth, but because you never tend to stay in one place long

"You must guide me, (Y/n). With Gandalf lost...I cannot proceed without council..."

Legolas is all over you--endless questions about the world and the time that has passed, but in like a subdued manner

He trusts you, though in recent years your reputation has been tarnished by his father, who is of the thought that you and the other wizards should have helped them fight against the spiders. He believes the Greenwood fell to darkness due to the negligence of the wizards

"Do you believe the Greenwood will be cured after we destroy the Ring, (Y/n)? I have missed my home..."

Gimli goes through the motions of meeting a witch only a handful of people have encountered in your lifetime

He's the one that discovered your sense of humor and loves joking with you

You ask him about recent dwarven culture, dwarves are wary of outsiders so it has been a while since you have seen their tools and creations

"Just you wait, lass, what we have created is unlike anything you have ever seen!"

Merry is genuinely delighted that you joined them

He feels a lot safer with two wizards, even if you’re not that experienced with fighting

Merry trusts your judgement and certainly looks for your approval just like he does with Gandalf

(Also please show him magic he loves Gandalf’s fireworks and he wants to see what else magic can do since Gandalf doesn’t really show anyone that stuff)

“Can you make Boromir’s shield disappear, (Y/n)? Or perhaps make Legolas’ hair a different color?”

Pippin is like Merry on crack

He wants to know every little detail about everything but at the same time he is chewing your ear off

Honestly he’s probably telling you his life story too

He enjoys your company, like Merry he feels a lot more secure in this quest and he also comes to see you as a friend

Wants to see your magic, even if you just create sparks at your fingertips

Probably your number one fan

“Can I see your staff (Y/n)? I promise not to use it to singe Gandalf’s beard!”

Sam is very shy around you and is very protective of Frodo

Sure Gandalf trusts you, but you’ve only ever been a fable in the Shire

He knows nothing about you, what have you been doing this entire time?

He does warm up to you, though, once you prove to him that you are truly there to help them succeed

Learns a lot about herbs from you, whether they be for cooking or medicine

“Tell me about the Elves, (Y/n). You must know so much about them. Rivendell was so beautiful…”

Frodo is highly suspicious of you for quite a while

It is mostly because he is afraid of the Ring and its influence

He doesn’t know you like he knows Gandalf so it takes him a bit to trust you

Bilbo has only told him rumors of you

It isn’t until Gandalf dies that he really starts looking to you for guidance

He takes to you mostly at night when everyone is asleep because he is away from prying eyes

“This quest leads me to my death, doesn’t it witch? I do not know how to even begin to understand that…”

Overall you guys learn to bond and grow together throughout the quest

You have never been so happy to be around people despite the circumstances, and you start to understand why Gandalf has always been so involved with the people of Middle Earth

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[onismdaydream]

no no i see the vision - nanami teaching yuji patience… discipline. yuuji who’s so eager and excited and nanami just reigns him in, its unspoken but nanami is in charge and when his voice cuts through the moans and whimpers as yuuji gets carried away…..

anon i am kissing u omg thank u...

this is so messy but my brain just kept going ! so um ramble under the cut :3

yeah exactly like. the first time yuji meets you, he absolutely falls in love. doesn't even realize it, he just becomes obsessed with you. you just look so cute and perfect.. soft little dog ears and that cute little tail that always wags so fast... you're so affectionate too, licking and kissing yuji as soon as nanami introduces him to you. because of course, if your owner trusts yuji, then he must be a good person.

i think nanami knows he has to go away for a longer mission, knows that he can't leave you alone for that long, so he asks yuji to do him a favor, to take care of his puppy. not only is yuji eager to please his mentor (i thought i told you not to call me that.), but hes always been curious to spend more time with you, so he easily agrees and finds himself packing his stuff to stay with you. (nanami is not letting his sweet puppy stay with yuji in his own apartment - he's seen how yuji lives)

and because you're so precious to nanami, he takes the time to show yuji how exactly to take care of you - what you are going to expect from the pink haired sorcerer. when you eat and what you like to eat, how to help you bathe and get dressed and how you like your hair brushed, anything to make sure your schedule doesn't get messed up. your owner might spoil you a bit, but can you blame him? (i think nanami just wants to take care of someone, so he does spoil and baby you a bit, but you don't complain one bit)

yuji listens intently to everything nanami says, wanting to earn your trust and prove himself to his mentor even more. he blushes when nanami mentions bathing, though the older man says that you should be able to do it on your own, sometimes you still ask for help - something your owner could never refuse.

the puppy-sitting for lack of a better word, goes relatively smoothly. yuji gives nanami updates for when he can check his phone and on the night before your owner comes home, you video call him. nanami's face instantly relaxes as you come on screen, grinning from ear to ear. you tell him how much you love yuji (not as much as you love nanami of course), hugging his arm and pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek, and you ask if yuji can visit more.

and nanami, never able to say no when you look at him with those big eyes and pouty lips, allows yuji to spend more time with you. it works out because nanami sometimes doesn't have the energy after long work days to give you the attention you deserve and ask for. so yuji steps in. yuji has a bit more free time and a lot more energy to play with you and take you out around the city.

but then, your heat hits you when nanami is at work. he asked yuji to check on you and tell you that he'll be home an hour or so late. yuji finds you in nanami's room, hips frantically humping his pillow as you whine and cry. he immediately calls nanami and tells him what he saw (apologizing because he feels guilty, especially because he might've stared longer than he should've..), but instead of getting berated like yuji believed he would, nanami asks him if he could comfort you in some way. just until nanami could get home and properly take care of you.

thats how you ended up grinding your drippy cunt on yuji's thigh, his cock straining against his shorts as he tries desperately to not lose control. nanami said he could do anything that you asked him to (within reason) but yuji still felt guilty, felt like he was taking advantage of you. you whine and pant, drool falling from your mouth as you get off for the nth time, though it's still not enough. you're about to try begging yuji to fuck you again when nanami comes home, your ears instantly perking up as you hear the lock jingle, though you don't run towards him like yuji expected. no, you keep grinding your hot core on him.

and nanami doesn't stop you either. he asks you how you feel, big hands gentle on your overheated face as you cry out for more, tears springing in your eyes. yuji feels entirely out of place, feels like he's intruding, but you bury your face in his neck and plead for him to help you. "p-please, need to be fucked, yuji, please."

you sound so pretty, how could either of them deny you? so nanami instructs yuji on exactly what you like, his fist around his thick cock as he watches the pink haired sorcerer slide himself into you, his eyes fluttering shut at the warmth surrounding his length. yuji wants to move fast, needs to move fast with the way you're squeezing him, but nanami's stern voice makes him savor it. telling him to go slower, to make sure that you really feel everything yuji's giving you. and yuji always listens to nanami (well, as much as he can..), so he does. he slows his hips, full and lazy thrusts that make each inch feel even longer, each drag against your spongy spot even more intense. nanami tells yuji to spit on his hand and rub your clit, so yuji spits and rubs, keen eyes watching your expressions to find the right movement.

the way your pussy tightens around him when you cum makes him grit his teeth, a hiss slipping through as he tries to not bust his load. but god, you feel so good. you look so pretty, too. it feels like an eternity before your walls relax, letting him slip out. he's done this before, always pulls out and strokes his cock to finish, it's what's expected of him. but nanami's voice stops him once again.

"did i tell you to stop?"

[jetblack4realz]

protector - haymitch abernathy

hey hello (also kinda prologue)

masterlist

your grandmother sure has a soft spot for that district 12 rascal - and she's convinced you will too.

warnings: sexualizing, allusions to sa and gross people, spoilers to sotr, age gap of like 3 years

word count: 1.3k

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mags had done a really good job preparing you to enter the wild world that was the capitol. she warned you about smiling judgements from everybody and the strange clothes and drinks that make you throw up so you can just keep eating. you knew all about caesar flickerman and his awkward and too blunt questions. and you knew, even, that victors were used as tools for snow to make more money, earn loyalty, and win the support of many hunger games sponsors.

you just didn't know that she really meant you.

you, the newest and brightest young victor, 18 years old and easy on the eyes, a shining star from district 4, the golden new heartthrob of the capitol that had men way into their late forties salivating at the thought of meeting you.

you were the best target.

"why was he looking at me like that - and why did he say that? that was completely crude and disrespectful and he acted like i was some girl who he had easy access to, like a bloody slab of meat, and why-" you turned sharply to your grandmother, "do you have no reaction?! why aren't you saying anything? why do you just sit there and listen to me and not do anything-"

"my dear," mags sighed, a hand in the air to cut you short. "i tried. i do try and i will continue to try, but i told you. i told you before you volunteered, before your games, and before this party - this is snow's way. this is his game. the gamemakers and sponsors, they can do whatever they want in the arena he couldn't care less but here, in the real world... he loves to play this game."

"but this is my life, gigi," you breathed out, sitting next to her finally. "i can't - i won't be played like this. i can't handle it. i should've listened to you."

"you should've." she nodded and finally met your eyes. "but you can still listen to me now."

you sat straighter, your brows furrowing but you nodded anyways. "i'm listening, gigi."

"there's a boy that i mentored a few years ago - young, charming, a bit of a throwaway victor because he was rebellious. the capitol loves it, they consider him more of a rascal as opposed to a threat but snow... he hates him because he can't use him. i think he could be a great help to you, help protect you in ways that i can't," mags explained.

you let out a breathy laugh. "you can't mean-"

"haymitch abernathy."

"but, he's all out for himself. he won't help someone like me. i - i'm a career, a volunteered tribute who was an idiot enough to do it. he won't help me," you told her, shaking your head.

"he will."

"i doubt it."

"he's already agreed," she said. a small, sad smile pulled at her lips. "it's another game you'd be playing if you go along, but at least you have some control over it. and you have a partner. and we both know that having a partner in the capitol's games can help your chances of survival."

you considered her words even though you knew immediately she was right. you just couldn't wrap your head about the idea of haymitch abernathy - the victor of the second quarter quell, the only living victor from district 12, famed for his solidarity and genius and charm and brewing of illegal alcohol - helping you.

"what's the play?"

"you flirt. pretend to be a couple. it's your only chance of snow leaving you alone, if you're in a very active, very public, and very popular relationship," she answered with a sigh. "i know it's not ideal, but sweetheart, i think it's the best chance you have."

you hesitated again, but only to ask: "he's a good man? you like him?"

mags didn't hesitate with her response, only smiling slightly. "he's a good boy. his heart is in the right place. and he's got spirit, spunk - i think you two would get along really well."

"okay," you breathed out, nodding as you looked up from your hands to meet her familiar seagreen eyes. "if he's in, i'm in. i'll take my chance."

"he is your chance. and he's waiting to meet you," she said, squeezing your hands before standing from the couch in the greenroom and nodding towards backstage. "come along now. caesar is set to interview him in a couple of minutes, just a bit before you, and i'd like you to meet beforehand."

she ushered you along sidestage to the massive curtain that made up caesar's backdrop, making sure to stay quiet as you crossed behind it to where you just noticed a messy tuft of sandy blond hair slip to.

he was taller than you expected, and had more muscle too. you figured it had to due with the last few years of finally eating right, but still, with all the alcohol you heard he consumed you were impressed with how he held himself.

his eyes were a deep gray that flashed blue as he turned his head, and they softened when they spotted your grandmother, settling into a clear silvery ocean color when they finally rested on you. his posture straightened, the glass in his hand never swishing or threatening to spill even as he crossed a few steps to meet you both.

"hello haymitch," mags said with a smile.

"hi mags," he answered, matching her smile genuinely. he glanced behind her to you, one brow twitching up as his smile grew a bit lopsided. "hey."

"hello," you said, bouncing on your heels a bit as you heard caesar's interview wrap up and edge closer to yours at the end of the night. "i'm-"

"mags' granddaughter, i know," he said, waving his hand with the glass and not spilling a drop. "i watched the games. you were very impressive."

you'd gotten that a lot. "thanks."

"quite honestly i thought you were going to fail. that dry as hell desert was a far cry from district 4, but you held it together," he hummed. "good job."

you shifted on your feet, offering him a bit of a smile. "i do my best."

"haymitch is good at that too," mags said, glancing between you and the boy. "especially out here in the capitol. he can show you the ropes."

it was like ropes was a keyword for something they'd previously discussed, because as soon as it left her mouth his eyes were back on you with a strange intensity that turned them back to steel gray. he tilted his head. "yeah? you want that?"

you had to break eye contact with him to breathe and actually think about anything other than how annoyingly perfect his face was, especially for a district 12 boy. and then the only thing you could think about was going out to meet caesar for the fifth time since being in the capitol and how every word you said was like honey to some psycho sponsors who was just waiting for snow to let them sleep with you.

you chewed on your lip, your eyes on the curtain and your ears trying to tune out the laughing crowd behind haymitch. and then, with a nudge from mags, you finally met his gaze and nodded. "yeah. that'd be great."

"okay," he agreed. and then, all at once, his seriousness was gone and a boyish smirk was on his lips. he took a dramatic sip of what you assumed was some sort of whiskey and then stepped back, his hand in the air in a vague gesture to the stage. "and that's my cue. wonderful seeing you ladies."

your brows furrowed as he stepped away, glancing at your grandmother. "what's his cue?"

and then you heard the laughter change to applause and then as he slipped out of sight onto the stage they turned into screams and whistles and loud universal giggling.

"they love him. they want him. they can't have him," mags told you, a small smile on her lips. "and when he's yours, you'll be untouchable too."

[blessedbyahuntress]

Blessed by a Trickster

Chapter Ten: Why on Earth Would I Want you to Obliterate my Bestie?

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“No, no, no, no!” Hermes called. “You’re doing it wrong!”

You sighed in frustration and stopped struggling against the bonds tied to your wrists. “It’s midnight!” you whined. “Can’t this lesson wait until a reasonable time? Dawn, at least?”

“No, no, no, no,” Hermes said again. “You’ll get used to it. This is how you become a real hero.”

You glared at the god as you picked the lock behind your back, satisfied when both Hermes shrunk away and the lock gave a click.

Still you squirmed, pretending like you couldn’t get out as your hand reached down to the dagger strapped to your belt.

“If you get out of these chains, then we can move onto the next- Ack!”

You lunged forward, quick as a panther, and stuck your dagger’s point beneath Hermes’s chin. You smirked at his surprised expression.

Hermes went cross-eyed as he looked down at the blade. He looked back up at you and smiled. A genuine smile, nothing cheeky about it. As he grinned, your dagger flew out of your hand and embedded itself in the railing off to your left.

You snorted and offered him your hand. He raised an eyebrow, but took it without hesitation. 

“So what’s next?” You asked impatiently, practically bouncing up and down.

“Run a lap around the ship,” Hermes answered with a wave of his hand.

You scowled. “But I’ve done that before,” you pointed out.

“We’re working on speed now. Run a lap around the ship.”

Still glowering at him, you began your lap, sure that if the men below deck weren’t awake from the sound of you struggling in chains, they certainly could hear your pounding footsteps now.

You skidded to a stop at the end and looked at Hermes expectantly.

“Not bad,” the god giggled. “But your form is terribly sloppy.”

You blinked. “There’s a form for running?”

Hermes raised his eyebrows at you. “There’s a form for everything, little lady.”

“First of all,” you started, scowling. “I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t call me that. Second, show me the form, if there really is one.”

Hermes sighed and set down his caduceus. “Alright.”

Then he was off, and your eyes were having a hard time tracking him. You saw his posture and grudgingly admitted to yourself- and only yourself- that you hadn’t been using that.

“Fine,” you said when he completed the lap. “All do it again-”

You were interrupted by Eurylochus, who came up from below deck, frowning while he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He blinked rapidly, staring at the scene before him, and you realized how it must look; you, your hands on your hips as you snapped at a floating god- and not a minor one either. Hermes himself.

Eurylochus knelt almost immediately, for seeing an Olympian god for the first time, (save Poseidon), especially a friendly god, probably called for the exact opposite etiquette you were showing Hermes.

“Y/N?” Eurylochus asked. “What is Lord Hermes doing here?”

Said god tilted his head and turned to you. “Do you want me to obliterate him?” Hermes offered.

“No!” You cried. “No, no, definitely not. This is Eurylochus, Odysseus’s second in command and my best friend.”

Eurylochus seemed to wince at that, though you didn’t know why. Hermes’s eyes lit up with understanding.

You cleared your throat. “Eurylochus, Hermes. He’s my mentor, and he wants me to rerun all of my laps.”

Hermes gasped in mock disbelief, spinning through the air with a hand over his heart.

“Ah,” Eurylochus said. “That’s what I heard.” 

You shrugged. “Either that or it was the sound of the chains Hermes made me break free from.” 

Eurylochus whirled around, glaring at Hermes as the god flew from one place to the other. “He what?” Your friend demanded.

“Oh, it’s fine.” You raised your hands and stepped in front of Eurylochus. “He already got his due.”

“Now, this is all good and well, but you need to get to running those laps, little lady.” Hermes flew in between the two of you, back turned to Eurylochus, shaking his caduceus at you. 

“Again with that nickname?” You groaned, but you took off without complaint.

When Eurylochus moved to go back downstairs, figuring he should leave you and your mentor to your lesson, Hermes was suddenly in front of him.

“I need to speak to you in private.”

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Bar Realizations

Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

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I had always known I was different. From the time I was little, strange things happened around me. Objects moved without cause, emotions surged uncontrollably, and the whispers in my head never ceased. When I discovered the full extent of my powers, I knew I needed help—someone who could guide me. That's when I met Charles Xavier.

He was young, kind, and immensely powerful. His ability to control and influence minds was unparalleled, but it was his patience and understanding that drew me in. He offered to help me harness my abilities, and I accepted, desperate to gain control over the chaos within me.

The process was grueling. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, filled with intense training sessions, meditation, and mental exercises. There were moments when I wanted to give up, when the weight of my powers felt too heavy to bear. But Charles was always there, encouraging me, pushing me to my limits, and teaching me to master my abilities. Over time, our relationship deepened. I found myself drawn to him, not just because he was my mentor, but because of who he was—compassionate, intelligent, and incredibly attractive.

One evening, after a particularly challenging session, Charles suggested we take a break. “How about we go out for drinks? Just the two of us,” he said, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief.

My heart skipped a beat. Was this a date? Did he feel the same way about me as I did about him? Trying to contain my excitement, I agreed, and we made our way to a cozy bar in town.

The atmosphere was perfect—dim lights, soft music, and a sense of intimacy that made my pulse quicken. We sat at a corner table, and for a while, everything felt perfect. We laughed, talked about everything and nothing, and I felt closer to him than ever before.

But then, she appeared. A tall, confident blonde with a predatory smile. She sauntered over to our table and immediately latched onto Charles, ignoring my presence entirely. “Hey, handsome,” she purred, placing a hand on his arm. “Mind if I join you?”

Charles tried to gently extricate himself from her grasp. “Actually, we’re on a date,” he said, nodding towards me.

The blonde glanced at me and scoffed. “Yeah, right. Like he’d ever go out with you.”

The words stung, and anger flared within me. How dare she dismiss me so easily? I felt a surge of energy, the familiar tingle of my powers awakening. Discreetly, I focused on her, channeling my emotions into a subtle spell. Suddenly, the blonde started babbling, spilling embarrassing secrets about herself.

“I can't believe I lost my job today,” she blurted out, her eyes wide with horror. “And my ex dumped me because I cheated on him. Oh my god, why am I saying this?”

She turned and fled, humiliated, leaving Charles and me alone once more. I felt a pang of satisfaction, but it was short-lived. Charles turned to me, his expression serious.

“Did you use your powers?” he asked quietly.

Guilt washed over me, and I nodded. “I’m sorry. I just... I don’t know. I felt jealous, possessive. I wanted you all to myself.”

Charles sighed and suggested we head back to the school. The drive back was silent, the weight of my actions pressing down on me. Had I ruined everything? As we pulled up to the mansion, I couldn’t bear the silence any longer.

“Charles, I’m sorry,” I said, my voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to lose control. I just... I care about you so much, and seeing her with you made me feel... threatened.”

He remained silent, his face unreadable. As we entered the mansion, I turned to head to my room, wanting to escape the shame and disappointment I felt.

But then, I heard his voice in my mind. “Y/N, I’m not mad or disappointed. In fact, I’m feeling quite the opposite. That was the hottest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

I stopped in my tracks, my heart racing. Turning around, I saw him standing there, a faint smile playing on his lips. Before I knew it, Charles closed the distance between us, his lips crushing against mine in a passionate kiss.

My body responded immediately to his touch, my desire for him igniting like wildfire. I moaned into his mouth, my hands roaming over his strong chest as I returned his kiss eagerly. Charles' taste and touch were addictive, and I already knew I would never get enough of him.

Guided by pure instinct, Charles backed me up against a wall, his lips never leaving mine as he reached behind me to open a nearby door. Still kissing me deeply, he backed us into his bedroom, our mouths fused together.

Breaking the kiss briefly, Charles growled softly, his breath hot against my ear, "Get on the bed, baby." His voice was thick with desire, and I felt my core clench at the commanding tone he was taking with me. I wanted him to take control, to show me just how much he wanted me.

I did exactly as I was told, my heart pounding in my chest as I climbed onto the bed and looked up at Charles expectantly. He reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and discarding it, revealing his muscled chest and abs.

My mouth watered at the sight, my eyes roaming over his defined body as I licked her lips subconsciously.

Charles kicked off his shoes and undid his jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers, his hard length springing free. Pre-cum glistened at the tip, and my pussy clenched at the sight, my own clothes feeling too tight and restricting.

"Take your clothes off for me, baby," Charles demanded, his voice hoarse as he watched her intently. "Show me that beautiful body."

I sat up, my hands shaking slightly as I lifted my top over my head, revealing my lace bra and the swell of my breasts. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my jeans, shimmying out of them, and then slowly stepped out of my panties, now completely naked and on display for Charles.

He groaned, his eyes raking over my body, taking in my breasts and smooth pussy. "You're fucking gorgeous, you know that?" He took a step closer, reaching out to trail a finger along my inner thigh, his touch sending shivers through me.

"Charles..." I whimpered, my voice filled with need. I had spread my legs slightly, inviting him to touch me where I wanted and needed it the most.

As if reading my mind, Charles smiled wickedly, lowering himself between my thighs. He nuzzled my creamy thighs with his face, placing soft kisses along my sensitive skin as he made his way closer to my core.

I sighed, my hands threading through his hair as I savored the feel of his lips and tongue on my skin.

"Mmm, you taste so sweet," Charles murmured against my pussy, his warm breath teasing me. He kissed my inner thighs again before finally zeroing in on my center, his tongue snaking out to lick a long, slow stripe along my slit.

I cried out, my hips bucking involuntarily as I felt his tongue swipe through my folds, collecting my essence. "Oh God, Charles!"

Encouraged by my reaction, Charles gently gripped my thighs, spreading me open further to give him better access. He swirled his tongue around my clit before sucking it into his mouth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. At the same time, he inserted two fingers into my dripping core, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot inside me.

"Fuck, yes!" I moaned, my body writhing on the bed as Charles ate me out with skill and enthusiasm.

My hands grasped the bedsheets as she surrendered to the waves of pleasure washing over me. Charles devoured me eagerly, clearly enjoying the sweet nectar I was offering him.

It didn't take long for me to climax, my walls clenching around Charles' fingers as I cried out his name.

Charles hummed in satisfaction, licking and lapping up my juices as I rode out my orgasm. But he didn't stop there, continuing to work his magic with his tongue and fingers until I was trembling with sensitivity.

"Please... I can't take any more," I panted, my body still throbbing from the intense orgasms. "I need to taste you now."

With a grin, Charles withdrew his fingers and tongue, giving me a moment to catch my breath. Then he climbed up the bed, positioning himself above me. I reached for his throbbing cock, wrapping my hand around the shaft and stroking him slowly as I guided him to my waiting mouth.

I swirled my tongue around the engorged head, tasting the salty pre-cum before taking him deep into my mouth. Charles hissed, his hips bucking slightly as he threaded his fingers through my hair, gently guiding me as I sucked him off.

I took my time, swirling my tongue around his length, sucking and bobbing my head as I looked up at him through my lashes. I loved the power I felt in this position, knowing that I could bring this strong, powerful mutant to his knees with just my mouth.

"Fuck, Y/N... that feels so good," Charles groaned, his hips picking up a slight rhythm as he gently fucked my face.

I hummed in response, the vibration making Charles grit his teeth. He couldn't hold back anymore; he wanted to feel the tight heat of my mouth around him as he came. With a low growl, he began to thrust into my mouth, his pace quickening as he chased his release.

"Fuck my face, Charles," I moaned, loving the feel of his hard length sliding between my lips. "Cum for me."

my dirty words sent Charles over the edge, and with a hoarse cry, he spilled down my throat, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself into my eager mouth.

I savored the taste of him, swallowing every drop he gave me as he rode out his intense orgasm.

We lay together for a moment, catching our breath, before Charles gently withdrew from her mouth, a satisfied smile on his face. "You are amazing, baby."

The comment made me blush, a happy warmth spreading through me as I reached up to kiss him. "Your turn to lay back and enjoy the ride."

With a twinkle in his eye, Charles lay back on the bed, his hard cock standing proud as he watched me straddle him. I smiled wickedly, reaching for a condom from the bedside drawer before rolling it onto him with ease.

I took my time, rubbing my slick folds against his length as I teased us both. Charles hissed, his hips bucking slightly as he tried to urge me down onto him. "Tease," he accused playfully, reaching up to tweak my nipples, making me gasp.

"Impatient," I retorted, aligning myself with him before slowly sinking down, taking him deep inside me. We both groaned, I threw my head back as I savored the feel of him stretching me.

Charles' hands gripped my hips, guiding me as I began to ride him, my tits bouncing with each bounce.

The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room as I picked up the pace, my hips moving in perfect rhythm. Charles thrust up to meet me, his hands squeezing the flesh of my ass as he helped to guide me onto him.

"You feel so good, baby," Charles panted, his eyes closed in ecstasy. "So wet and tight."

I moaned, my head falling forward as I got lost in the sensations. Charles' cock hit all the right spots inside me, and I could feel my orgasm building already.

Reaching between us, I started to rub my clit in tight circles as I rode him harder, my breath coming in short gasps. "Oh, fuck... I'm gonna cum, Charles."

"Cum for me, baby," Charles urged, his voice thick with his own desire. "Let me feel you squeeze my cock with that tight pussy."

As if on cue, my walls clenched around him, my juices flowing as I cried out his name. Charles groaned, his hips snapping up to meet mine as he thrust into me one last time, spilling himself into the condom.

Our bodies shuddered together as we rode out our intense, mutual orgasm.

Collapsing onto his chest, I felt Charles' arms wrap around me, holding me close. We were both sweaty and sticky, but the post-coital glow and the feeling of satisfaction made it all worth it.

"That was incredible," I murmured, placing a soft kiss on his chest.

Charles smiled, his hand gently tracing invisible circles on my back. "It certainly was. But we're not done yet."

I lifted my head to look at him, a mischievous glint in my eye. "Oh, really? And what did you have in mind?"

Charles' gaze darkened with desire. "I want to try something different. Something a little wilder."

Intrigued, I bit my lip. "Like what?"

Charles rolled them over, pressing a kiss to my neck. "You'll see," he whispered, his hand reaching down to stroke my slick folds. "But first, I want to taste you again."

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