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hannibals-favourite-meal · 2 years

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Bigger

Scott Lang x plus size reader

They have always said bigger is better and by god they were right.

Warnings: smut, size kink, incorrect use of a super suit, size/dick growth, unprotected sex, consent, safe-words, spanking, implied switch!Scott, use of lube, creampie

WC: 2.2k

Minors DNI

“Come one Scott. You promised.” She whined, looking up at him from their bed. She was an absolute vision bathed in the yellow light of the bedside lamp. Her generously curvy body clad only in a sheer red teddy that she knew turned Scott’s brain to mush. She was seducing him tonight and the rational part of his brain telling him that this wasn’t a good idea was quickly being overtaken by ‘pretty lady wants to sleep with me’.

Y/N smirked victoriously as she watched his usually kind brown eyes get darker with lust and his suit pants grew tighter around his crotch. She knew she was going to get what she wanted, and oh how badly she wanted it.

The idea first came to her when the news broadcast newly acquired footage of the Avengers fighting in Germany. She had been sitting in Hank Pym’s living room after making the both of them a cup of tea (without ants helping her) and listening to the older man ramble on about his ideas for a new suit when a flash of red caught her attention.

A fond smile came over her face as she watched her boyfriend fight the world’s greatest heroes. It was undeniably a turn on to see her normally goofy and very uncoordinated man weave and twist between the likes of Iron Man and Black Widow. But when he, out of nowhere, turned into a giant, his massive body looming over the airport, the breath was knocked from her lungs.

Her mind spun intricate images of his monstrously big body pinning her down and ravaging her without any regard for her pleasure. She could see him leaning over her, force feeding his massive cock as she begged him for a break. She had to get him to keep that suit.

So now here they were, Scott fully decked out and tentatively ready. Y/N’s knees dropped open, exposing her glistening folds to him. She watched as his breath hitched and the last of his reservation melted away. “Come to bed.” She cooed, holding a hand out to her boyfriend.

“Fuck. You’ll-you’ll tell me if it’s too much right?” He nervously stuttered out, shuffling closer. Even just vanilla sex was nerve-wracking for the man. He always wanted to make sure that she felt good, forgoing his own pleasure to bring her to the very heights of ecstasy, but this, this was insane.

Her smile was kind as she looked up at him, but her eyes were so black with desire that he felt a thrill of fear roll through him. “Just fuck me already Lang.” That definitely made his knees buckle.

Faster than he had ever moved before, Scott found himself on top of his girlfriend, his lean body nestled between her soft thighs, their stomachs pressed tightly together. As always, his kisses started off soft, barely a peck against her lips. It was a reminder that he loved her, that their love for each other was deeper than the frankly mind blowing sex they had.

But soon enough, her fingers were buried in his short brown hair, yanking him even closer. Their teeth clicked together as the kiss became hungry. Y/N’s dominant hand slipped from the back of his head, her touch just hard enough for him to feel it through the course material of his suit. “Fuck.” He groaned into her mouth, his hips bucking forward.

She smirked against his lips but it quickly fell away as Scott forced his covered erection against her core. The spark of pleasure grew in the pit of her stomach. “Hmph Scott. I need you please.” Her palms spread across his strong back as he pressed his face into her neck, nipping the delicate skin above her pulse.

“Just another minute.” He mumbled against her throat. “J-just a little longer.” But Y/N’s nails bit into his suit. It was a warning.

“You and I both know that -fuck stop that- if we spend another minute like this, you’ll never fuck me tonight.” Reluctantly, he pulled away, face red with both excitement and terror but his hips continued to roll down into her own. She cupped his cheek, thumb rubbing against his salt and pepper scruff. “Scott, we don’t have to do this if you aren’t comfortable. You know that right?”

His shoulders dropped in relief as if a massive weight had been lifted from them. “I do want this, I just don’t want to hurt you.” She guided his gaze back to her, making him see that she was being honest with him.

“You won’t hurt me, and besides, that’s what lube and the safe word is for.” He nodded in agreement.

“Baskin Robbins.” He repeated the word and planted one last soft kiss to her swollen lips. Then suddenly, she was on her front, hips hiked off of the mattress as her shoulders were pushed down, her face firmly planted in Scott’s favourite pillow.

He admired her plump backside for only a moment before - smack! His palm collided with the soft flesh, making it jiggle under his touch. “Goddamn I love doing that.” Y/N giggled and wiggled her ass for him.

“C’mon big boy, fill me up.” Smack!

“Shush, let me enjoy myself before I wreck you.” His voice was deeper, darker, the pitch lower than she had ever heard come from him before. It was like he was another person, not her shy and vanilla boyfriend, but a man on the edge of losing his mind. Her cunt clenched around nothing as he landed another smack to her ass. He hummed at her reaction, fascinated by the way the red silk of her panties darkened with each slap. “Think you’re ready for me?” He asked absentmindedly, fingers slipping to the hem of the silk, tracing the edge delicately.

“Yes! Yes! Please!” She begged, attempting to push her weight backwards into him as if to show him how ready she was. Smack!

He shrugged like he didn’t care that she was pleading for him but inside, he was absolutely melting. “Fine, if you’re sure.” There was barely a moment for her to catch her breath before the blunt tip of his cock was notched against her entrance. She hadn’t even felt him move her panties to the side. “Now keep still, like a good girl.”

“Fuuuuuuck.” She moaned into the pillow as he pressed forwards, prying her apart. He went slowly, forcing her to feel every inch of him, every vein and pulse. And by the time he nudged against her cervix, Y/N was gasping for air, desperately trying to accommodate his thickness inside of her.

“Not so tough now are you?” He mocked. “If you can barely take me like this, how are you going to deal with me getting any bigger?” He rocked forward onto his knees, somehow pushing himself deeper inside her.

“Scott.” She reached back for him, needing to touch him. He took her hand without thinking, leaning over so he could fit his chin against the dip between her neck and shoulder. It was so painfully intimate, a complete juxtaposition to the way his hips slammed into her own, driving her up the bed with the power behind it.

His voice came out as more of a growl against her ear as he spoke. “I’m gonna do it.” She nodded into the pillow, whining softly when he pulled away from her back to sit on his haunches. Y/N was vaguely aware of the sound of buttons being pressed.

“Oh shit!” He grew only slightly, going from 5’8 to 6' 2, a measly difference considering he had grown to the size of an airplane hanger before but Y/N felt like he was in her throat now. Her fingers curled into the bed sheets as her walls struggled to take his now even thicker cock. “I- fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He didn’t even have to move to hit all the right places inside of her.

“So fucking tight.” He moaned into the air, his head thrown back in pleasure. In an unconscious move, Scott bucked forward and she shattered. Her vision went white as her orgasm crashed over her. “Holy shit!” His body collapsed on top of her, consumed by the feeling of her orgasm.

“B-bigger.” She groaned, her voice raspy and broken. “Please Scotty.” With great effort, he paused and gazed down at his wrecked girlfriend, highly doubting she could take anymore. Her cunt was stretched so tightly around him, it looked like she could break at any moment and he was already too long to fit inside of her, the last inch of his cock was stuck out in the cold, coated in her release.

Gently, he placed a hand on her lower back, stroking the skin in a delicate motion. “I don’t think you can, you’re already so full.” Her head whipped around and she glared at him with a look so powerful it made him feel like he had shrunk. She drew forward slightly and then threw herself back, impaling herself on the entirety of his now 9 inch cock.

“Go. Bigger.” This time, there was no hesitation. He quickly grew to a staggering 7’3. The bed dipped under his added weight and Y/N hoarsely screamed into the pillow beneath her. More than half of his cock was not inside her anymore but she didn’t seem to care, too consumed with the pleasured pain of being stretched beyond her imagination.

Scott felt like he was losing his mind, she was so tight around him it was painful but another gush of her release broke him out of his stupor. He was far more gentle with his thrusts now, too scared that he would seriously hurt her. He dropped a leg off of the mattress to get a better angle and immediately Y/N’s body seized beneath him. “Lube!” She gasped, barely able to get the words out of her mouth as another thrust knocked the breath from her lungs.

There was a clatter beside her as Scott rushed to grab the bottle from their bedside table but with his new height and accompanying incoordination, he succeeded in not only getting the aforementioned but also knocking everything else to the ground. “Come on, come on.” He muttered as he tried to open the cap with shaking hands.

“Cold!” The clear liquid smeared over the place where they were joined, soothing the burn. She sighed in relief, muscles going lax.

“I know but it’ll warm up.” He cooed, rolling his hips softly against the fat of her ass, spreading the lube even more. The thick vein underneath his dick was nestled perfectly against the bundle of nerves within her, sending sparks up her spine with each movement. “Can you give me one more? You’re doing so good.”

His stomach was tightening with his own end, the feel of her insanely tight and wet pussy around him was too much, especially with how small she looked below him, how vulnerable and susceptible to his lust. He planted his right hand on the wall above her head and picked up the pace again. Squelching filled the room. The thighs of his suit were absolutely soaked with not only her juices but lube as well.

Hank was going to kill him but at this moment, he truly didn’t care. Y/N’s pussy tried to squeeze him through another, far less powerful release, but he was spreading her so wide that it was impossible for her to get any tighter. “Gonna cum.” He moaned through clenched teeth.

Hands clamped down on her wide hips, most certainly leaving massive hand-shaped bruises that would be tough to explain away. “Scott.” She breathed and that was his undoing.

“God!” His back arched with the force of his orgasm, forcing most of his length back inside of her as he filled her with his release. He slumped forward and barely caught himself in time before he crushed his precious and positively fucked out girlfriend. “Y-Y/N, you ok?”

“I have never been happier in my life.” She groaned after a moment of trying to gather her breath.

“Not even when I asked you out?” He asked, slightly offended.

“Including then.” She wiggled happily below him, enjoying the afterglow. Scott bent down and kissed her sweaty shoulder before pressing another button on his suit and returning him to his normal sized self. Y/N hissed at the overstimulation and sudden shift in size but he just carefully stroked down her spine and slowly pulled out, releasing a huge rush of his seed from where it had been trapped inside her.

It stained the sheets below them but Scott only hoisted her into his arms to carry her to the bathroom, silently reminding himself to clean up later. Her face settled into the crook of his neck, laying a small kiss to the slightly scruffy bit of his throat where he had missed when he shaved. “Thank you babe.”

“Well, at least we got that out of your system.” She pulled away only slightly to give him a truly devious look.

“Oh no baby, you don’t get it. Bigger is so much better.”

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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 years

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Irresistible - Scott Lang X Female Reader

Title: Irresistible

Scott Lang X Female Reader

Additional Characters: The Avengers (Mentioned), Pepper (Mentioned), Tony Stark

WC: 2,065

Warnings: Fighting, #eattherich, slight angst, yelling, emotions, nervousness, anxiety, Scott's in love, and fluff

Running along the street, Scott looked up, seeing you running along the roofs. Scott had a small disadvantage, not being able to get on the roof fast enough to stop you and not fall behind. He ran under light posts and dodged the few and rare people on the sidewalk as you ran through the night. Scott had been trying to stop you for the past couple of months, but every time he thought he had you, you'd just vanish. He was tired of trying to catch you, but he needed to focus on stopping your evil schemes, which were growing more elaborate with each passing day.

But Scott had a small problem... He was falling in love with you. Every time he saw you, it was like there was this spark inside him that lit up at the sight of you. He couldn't think straight when he would see you and it made him so frustrated because he couldn't be with you, but he wanted to be with you, and he didn't know what to do about it. You were the bad guy for crying out loud.

You stopped, your pathway blocked by a taller building, way too tall for you to jump and climb up it. You quickly looked around, finding you were also way too high up to jump and run. You were out of options. Breathing heavily, you turned and let out a sigh, watching as Ant-Man climbed the building next to you, before leaping over to your building. He walked over, but you could tell by his body language that he was confused. You knew he'd never gotten this close to you before you found a way out and escaped. You had been running away from Scott for so long.

For months you had eluded him, his Avenger friends, and the police. In the beginning, you found Scott to be annoying, a bit of a class clown, but annoying. But, as the months went on, you got to know him a bit from your teasing and chatting back and forward and found out his name. You found him cute and even had a small crush on the man, but you needed to keep yourself first. You weren’t going to let your attraction for the man get you in trouble. No matter how irresistible he was.

"Well, Y/N... Seems like you're stuck." He remarked, taking a step closer to you. He opened his mask so you could finally read his expression, a small smile on his face. "I'm sorry but I have to bring you in."

You shifted your weight to the side, crossing your arms, smirking lightly, "Mmm, no, I don't think I want to. I'm fine right where I am. You know, not being tortured and interrogated."

You watched as his eyebrows furrowed, "We're not going to torture you, interrogate, yes, but not torture you. That's not what we do."

You rolled your eyes, "Questions are torture. You and your Avenger friends are going to ask and ask about why I’m doing what I do and how I do it and it’s going to get annoying real fast. Can we just pretend you never ran into me? That'd be great." You spoke sarcastically only for Scott to shake his head.

"Sorry, honey, but I have to bring you in. You have been hacking into the stock market. You keep crashing it."

You nodded, walking up to him, circling him as if he were prey, "Yep, and I am pretty proud of it." You paused, placing your hands on Scott's suit shoulder, resting your chin on your hands as he turned to look at you. "Besides, you should be thanking me. I'm making sure dumb millionaires and billionaires aren't taking advantage of others." You whispered at the close proximity, reaching out to poke Scott in the cheek with your finger. "You know... Eat the rich."

“You also help hack into the Tower’s system. We’ve had four security breaches because of that.”

You shrugged, staring into his memorizing green eyes. “Yeah, but no harm, right?”

Scott frowned, “We’ve had a lot of Hulk appearances.”

“Mmm, but that’s all I’ve done to you and your poor baby Avengers.” You cooed, going back to poke Scott’s cheek repeatedly. So soft. You thought.

“You posted a fake dating profile of Stark to almost every dating website on the internet.”

You nodded, “One of my proudest achievements. So fun. Half the reason why you should let me go… I make life harder for dumb million billionaires.”

Scott slowly grabbed your hands from his shoulder, shaking his head with a frown. "I wish I could, but I can't, Y/N." Making you narrow your eyes.

"I am not coming with you, Scott." Your sarcastic and flirty side was now gone as you tried to pull your hands from his.

"I have to do this, Y/N. I don't want to but what you do is illegal and the cops can't get you so I have to. So please, it's been a long couple of months of this. Just stop." Scott begged you, wishing and hoping you would just give up and come with him quietly.

You stared at him with a hard gaze, "Oh, what's a couple of more months?" You then twisted your hands around, grasping Scott's wrists, and before Scott could even realize what was happening, you pushed his arms together and twisted him around, before pushing Scott forward.

Scott stumbled forward in surprise, before turning to see you trying to run off. Running over to you, Scott was much faster, grabbing you around the waist and pulling you into his chest. You both breathed heavily out as you struggled in his grasp.

"Just stop, Y/N. You're only making this harder on yourself." Scott tried to convenience you again but you weren't having it. You took a hold of his arm around you, using your strength to push it up and over your head before spinning around and out of his arms once more. And so your fighting dance began. Scott tried to capture you but you deflected his attempts of grabbing you, making you more and more irritated as you kept avoiding him. Usually, with some heroes, you punch, kick, whatever you had to to get away. But... You didn't want to hurt Scott. He wasn't like the other heroes he worked with. He was good. Too good. He was nice, he treated you well, and he was attractive. You liked him, and he was still trying to help you. You grew more and more annoyed with yourself the more you thought about it. You didn't want to get caught. You were becoming desperate now, chest heaving as you began to slow.

As a last resort, you just managed to push him off of you before he grabbed your wrist. Before you knew it, you were falling backwards, unable to catch yourself. You fell onto your back, Scott’s hand swiftly making it behind your head before you hit the ground. Before you knew it, Scott was over you, pinning you down. You squirmed under his weight, struggling as he tried to hold you still. "Please..." Scott begged, "Just stop!" You huffed as you stared up at him, his green eyes practically begging you as well. "Y/N... Please... Stop..." Scott pleaded once more.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes, "Alright… Alright." You grumbled, as Scott let out a sigh of relief. Quickly, you opened your eyes, you placed your hands on Scott's shoulder, using the rest of your strength to roll over, pinning Scott to the ground. "Ha! Now, here's the deal. I'm going to go and you're going to let me. Okay? okay. Good talk."

"You're beautiful," Scott spoke breathlessly, staring softly up at you, making you freeze.

You stared back down at him, speechless, "You- You can't say things like that, Scott. I'm supposed to hate you."

"And you don't?" Scott asked you, his expression was unreadable, but his eyes... The look in his eyes made your chest warm up and your stomach flutter with butterflies.

You pushed through those feelings building up in you as you pushed against his chest, sitting up frustratedly, "This isn't how this works! I fight you, you fight me. And I escape getting captured by those dumb Avengers! End of the story." You exclaimed as Scott sat up as well.

"Or... You could not run away again." As you shook your head rapidly, Scott's hands landed on your waist. “Not run away and come with me…”

"You are such an idiot! You don't understand-"

"Your idiot." Scott smiled dopily up at you.

You groaned, feeling your cheeks warm up, "Oh my god! Shut up! Why do you have to do this to me?"

Scott tilted his head to the side, "Do what?" He asked and you let out a sigh, one similar to the defeated one you had done only moments ago. But this time, as Scott looked at you, you actually looked sad.

"Why do you have to make me like you? Why do you make me feel like you..." You groaned, placing your hands over your face. "Like you care for me? Why are you so confusing!? Why can't you just hate me!?"

Scott spoke up, his voice soft. "Because, I can't hate you. I do like you. A lot really." He confessed, reaching up to take your hands in his, bringing them away from your face. Noticing your tearful eyes. "You mean so much to me."

"Don't... Say things like that..." You mumbled quietly.

Scott chuckled slightly, looking down and biting his lip, "So what do you want me to say?" He glanced up at you, meeting your sad and red eyes, "...I love you." He finished, holding eye contact.

You sucked in a breath before looking back down, "Not helping." You muttered.

"But I-"

You quickly cut Scott off, leaning in and pressing your lips against his, silencing him. When you pulled away, Scott looked shocked, blinking slowly. After a few seconds of silence, Scott leaned into you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his eyes darting from yours to your lips and back. Leaning in, his nose brushed yours before he kissed you deeply. You kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. Soon, the two of you broke the kiss to catch your breath.

"Wow, that was..." Scott trailed off. You laughed a little, pulling your hand back, and brushing your fingers along his jawline, stubble tickling the tips of your fingers.

"Yeah... Wow." You replied, smiling down at him. "Goodnight, Scott." You gave him one final peck, before you jumped off his lap and ran across the roof, jumping to the one next to it.

Scott watched as you went, with hearts practically in his eyes as he let a smile grow. Once you were out of sight, he slowly stood up, rubbing his forehead, "That girl, she is something else." Making his way down the building, Scott made his way back to the tower, taking his time. Humming a soft cheerful tune as he had a pep in his step. Finally making his way inside the tower, he did a small happy dance in the elevator, singing the song he was humming as he walked into the main room of the tower. Tony turned from his spot on the couch, he raised an eyebrow at the hero.

"Looking pretty happy there, Lang. Finally catch her or something?" He asked, hoping that he did.

Scott turned to the billionaire with a smile, "Something like that."

Tony sighed, running a hand down his face, "You can't let her go next time, bug boy. Who knows, she might try and make it look like I'm on dating sites again. I got in big trouble with Pepper about that, you know?"

Scott chuckled lightly at the image of you trying to make it seem like Tony was on a dating site. Hunched over a computer, wherever you were hiding. Adorable. "No, Tony, I know," Scott said, chuckling. "Won't let her get away next time."

"That's what you said last time. What happened this time?" Tony asked and Scott shrugged.

"She got the upper hand." Scott headed to the kitchen, ready to cook himself a toasted bagel.

Tony hummed skeptically, "Uh-huh... Sure."

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braveclementine · 2 months

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Civil War

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

"I don't suppose you have any idea where they are?" Ross asked as he entered the room.

"We will. GSG 9's got the borders covered. Recon's flying 24/7. They'll get a hit. We'll handle it."

"You don't get it, Stark. It's not yours to handle." Ross said. "It's clear you can't be objective, your own soulmate is part of this. I'm putting Special Ops on this."

"And what happens when the shooting starts?" Natasha asked. "What, do you kill Steve Rogers?"

"If we're provoked. Barnes would've been eliminated in Romania if it wasn't for Rogers and Lightwood. There are dead people who would be alive now." Ross said. "Feel free to check my math."

"All due respect, you're not gonna solve this with boys and bullets, Ross. You gotta let us bring them in."

"How would that end any differently than last time?"

"Because this time, I won't be wearing loafers and a silk shirt. Seventy-two hours, guaranteed."

"Thirty six hours. Barnes. Rogers. Wilson. Lightwood. Stark." Ross shouted over his shoulder as he walked away.

"Thank you sir." Tony muttered and then looked at Natasha. "My left arm is numb, is that normal?"

Nat walked over and put a hand on his shoulder. "You all right?"

"Always." Tony said quickly. "Thirty-six hours. Jeez."

"We're seriously understaffed." Nat muttered.

"Oh, yeah. It'd be great if we had a Hulk right about now. Any shot?"

Nat smirked, "You really think he would be on our side?"

"No."

"I have an idea."

"Me, too. Where's yours?"

"Downstairs. Where's yours?"

Tony smiled. "Queens."

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The car was the most cramped vehicle in the world. It had four seats and there were five of you. You, Elizabeth, and Bucky were trying to sit in the back row. Elizabeth was in the middle, pretty much sitting on top of you as she tried to give Bucky more room.

Steve got out of the car, going up to meet Sharon who was going to give you guys. . . well whatever Steve had asked for.

"Can you move your seat up?" Bucky asked as Sam was leaning back in the passenger seat of his car.

"No." Sam responded.

Elizabeth groaned, getting up. She shifted over, pretty much on Bucky's lap and shoved his shoulder a little, "Move that way. You can sit in the middle."

You scooted as far over against the window as you could. Bucky moved over a little, Elizabeth sitting half-way on him, halfway on her seat.

Sharon suddenly leaned forwards and kissed him on the lips. Bucky sort've tensed in his seat. Elizabeth sighed in disapproval. Sam snickered.

Steve gently pushed away from her, seeming just slightly angry with her. She dipped her head in apologies and then Steve loaded the stuff up into the car. And then you were on your way.

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Steve pulled into the parking lot next to a white van.

"Cap. Y/N." Clint greeted you when you got out of the car. Him and Wanda had left the white van.

"You know I wouldn't have called if I had any other choice." Steve said and the two men shook hands.

"Hey, man, you're doing me a favor. Besides, I owe a debt." Clint said, looking back at Wanda.

"Thanks for having my back." Steve said and Pietro suddenly joined Wanda's side.

Wanda looked at Clint, "It was time to get off my ass."

"How about our other recruit?" Steve asked.

"He's rarin' to go." Clint said, sliding open the door. "Had to put a little coffee in him, but he should be good."

You raised an eyebrow as a man you had never seen before got out of the car. "What time zone is this?"

"Come on. come on." Clint muttered.

The man froze when he saw Steve.

"Captain America." He said, shaking his hand.

"Mr. Lang." Steve said.

"It's an honor."

You had to duck away as the man Steve called Lang continued to shake Steve's hand very vigorously. Elizabeth was already cackling into her hands on the other side of the car and that just fueled your giggles to erupt.

"I'm shaking your hand too long. Wow! This is awesome!"

Elizabeth giggled again.

"Captain America," He turned back to Wanda, "I know you, too. You're great." Scott touched Steve's chest, "Ah, jeez. Look, I just want to say, I know you know a lot of super people, so thanks for thinking of me. Hey man!"

"What's up Tic Tac?" Sam asked.

"Uh, good to see you. Look, what happened last time when I-"

"It was a great audition, but it'll never happen again." Sam said quickly.

"They tell you what we're up against?" Steve asked while you looked at Sam, raising an eyebrow.

"I will get the story from you." You warned him.

"Uh uh."

"Something about some psycho-assassins." Scott answered Steve.

"We're outside the law on this one." Steve warned him. "So if you come with us, you're a wanted man."

"Yeah, well, what else is new?"

"We should get moving." Bucky called from the other side of the car.

"We got a chopper lined up." Clint said.

Suddenly, a man speaking German came on the intercom.

"They're evacuating the airport." Bucky filled in.

"Stark." Sam said.

"Stark?" Scott repeated.

"Suit up." Steve said.

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You pulled your hair up into a ponytail, unable to see how you looked in the mirror. But you were wearing your black catsuit and you felt ready. You had your AK-12 strapped to your back, handguns in your holsters. Knives in your boots.

You stepped out of the van and saw Elizabeth was already waiting, looking incredibly sexy for the mission. You raised an eyebrow. "What do you think you're starring in? A movie?"

"Nah, I'm thinking a heavy romance-action novel." Elizabeth smirked.

She was wearing tight boots up to her calves, which probably had knives in them. She was wearing what seemed like a tight body suit, in a blue colour that highlighted her skin and eyes. She had her bow and arrows strapped to her back, shurikens in the thin belt on her waist. She'd pulled her long hair back into a bun as well.

She was also wearing thigh holsters matched with garters for handguns. She had a sword on her hip and probably a thousand other weapons.

"Besides, it was in Loki's kit."

Bucky stepped around the side and you watched him scan her entire body and then look away, blushing. God they had a lovely love triangle going on here, minus the fact that Loki was alive and would slit their throats if they touched her and obviously Elizabeth was deeply in love with Loki. But it was clear to you that both Steve and Bucky were head over heels for her.

The rest of the gang joined you. Clint, Wanda, and Pietro hadn't changed much but Steve was in his Captain America suit now and Sam was in his usual get up. Scott had put on a strange helmet, along with a red and black uniform of some kind.

Steve decided to run ahead, see if he could get the chopper started, but naturally, your lovely husband decided to short circuit the entire thing.

"Wow, it's so weird how you run into people at the airport." Tony said in his suit. Rhodey was right next to them.

"This'll be fun." Elizabeth muttered, wielding her sword. "No offense Y/N, but do you think if I flash my boobs at him, he'll let us pass?"

"No." Bucky growled.

You laughed and then you joined the others in running.

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Tony let his face plate come off and Steve saw he had a black eye. "Don't you think that's weird?"

"Definitely weird." Rhodey agreed.

"Hear me out, Tony." Steve said. "That doctor, the psychiatrist, he's behind all of this."

Suddenly, the Black Panther leaped through the air and landed by them. "Captain."

"Your Highness."

"Anyways," Tony said. "Ross gave me thirty-six hours to bring you in. That was twenty-four hours ago. Can you help a brother out?"

"You're after the wrong guy." Steve said.

"Your judgement is askew. Your soulmate killed innocent people yesterday."

"And there are five more super soldiers just like him." Steve argued. "I can't let the doctor find them first, Tony. I can't."

"Steve." Nat's voice came from behind him. He turned to face her. "You know what's about to happen. Do you really want to punch your way out of this one?"

"All right, I've run out of patience." Tony said, "Underoos!"

Steve felt his shield being jerked off his arm and he saw something go flying through the air. A strange man wearing red and blue with a black spider on his chest landed on a truck, his shield in the hands of the new man.

"Nice job kid." Tony said.

"Thanks!" Came the high pitched voice of a teenage boy. "Well, I could have stuck the landing a little better, it's just- New suit. It's nothing, Mr. Stark. It's perfect. Thank you."

"Yeah, we don't really need to start a conversation." Tony said. Great, Steve thought, Tony brought new kids into this shit.

"Okay. Cap. Captain." The kid saluted him. "Big fan. I'm Spider-Man."

"Yeah, we'll talk about it later." Tony said.

"You've been busy." Steve said.

"And you've been a complete idiot." Tony snapped. "Dragging in Clint, my wife, Elizabeth, 'Rescuing' Wanda from a place she doesn't even want to leave, a safe place. I'm trying to keep-" Tony sighed, "I'm trying to keep you from tearing the Avengers apart."

"You did that when you signed." Steve said.

"All right, we're done." Tony said. "You're gonna turn Barnes over, you're gonna come with us now, because it's us or a squad of J-SOC guys with no compunction about being impolite." Then he muttered almost under his breath, "Come on."

"We found it." Sam said in his earpiece. "Their Quinjets in hangar five, north runway."

Steve raised his hands into the air and Clint shot the webs with an arrow. Tony's face plate came down.

"All right, Lang."

He watched the man grow, kicking the spider kid backwards, now holding the shield.

"Whoa. W- what the hell was that?"

"I believe this is yours, Captain America." Scott said, handing Steve the shield.

"Oh great." Tony groaned.

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You, Elizabeth, Bucky, and Sam raced through the terminal and you looked up to see something red and blue running on the glass windows.

"What the hell is that?" Bucky shouted.

"Everyone's got a gimmick now." Sam grunted.

The man swung into the room, kicking Sam in the chest. He went and grabbed Bucky's arm as Bucky went to punch him. "Whoa! You have a metal arm? That is awesome dude!" Then Sam tackled him, flying off with him.

Elizabeth started letting loose arrows, but when the man kept missing them like he had some sort of super ability, she glared, putting the bow away and pulled our her shurikens.

He made Sam go down, webbing him to the railing and then asked, "Are those wings carbon-fiber?"

"Is this stuff coming out of you?" Sam asked, revolted.

"That would explain the ridgity- flexibility ratio, which, gotta say, that's awesome man."

"I don't know if you've been in a fight before, but there's usually not this much talking." Sam snapped angrily.

"All right, sorry. My bad." The young man said.

"Aww, cut him some slack." Elizabeth said, easily getting rid of the webs with her shurikens. "He's just a kid."

And then Elizabeth watched as he knocked both Bucky and Sam off the railing, webbing them both to the ground. You were suddenly webbed to the railing. But Elizabeth just kept swinging her sword, not moving once and finally he gave up.

"Guys, look, I'd love to keep this up, but I've only got one job here today and I gotta impress Mr. Stark, so, I'm really sorry-"

Suddenly Redwing grabbed him and flew him out the window. You could hear him screaming in the background. Elizabeth calmly cut your bonds and then jumped down to free the others.

"You couldn't have done that earlier?" Bucky asked.

"I hate you."

You all ran and then you heard Steve yell, "Come on."

Steve was in the lead with Clint, Wanda, Pietro, and Scott with him. You, Elizabeth, Bucky, and Sam quickly caught up so that you were all running towards the Quinjet in the hanger.

Until suddenly, a yellow beam of light came to cut a line in front of the ground. You cursed when you saw Vision floating there.

"Captain Rogers, I know you believe what you're doing is right." Tony landed with Nat, setting her down on the ground, "But for the collective good, you must surrender now." Rhodey dropped down with Black Panther and Spider man swung his way in.

"What do we do Cap?" Sam asked.

"We fight."

Elizabeth decided to swing her sword dramatically on that one.

You started to walk towards them, feeling the nerves in your stomach. Then you broke out into a run, pulling out the nun chunks because you really didn't want to shoot any of them.

You started to fight Natasha with Clint, the three of you fighting. Natasha got you good in the stomach and you grunted, skidding on your knee. Clint managed to pin her down.

"Hey, we're still in love, right?" Nat asked.

"Depends on how hard you hit me." Clint joked.

Nat managed to get from underneath him, but before she could kick him in the head, Wanda sent her flying with her magic.

"You were pulling your punches." Wanda criticized.

You smirked and then leapt into the fight again. Elizabeth was helping Bucky fight Black Panther, the two of them made a vicious duo.

Tony landed in front of you at that moment, "Y/N, we do not have to do this."

"I would love not to do this." You agreed. "So let us all go to the jet and find the guy who wants to release five more super soldiers on the world, huh? Cause we'll need all hands on deck for that one. They can take a single country down in one night Tones. Please."

"Do you understand if you do this, you're a criminal?" Tony asked, "They will put you in jail. You won't see Everleigh. Is he worth this?" Tony asked angrily, pointing at where Steve was fighting Spider-man.

"It's not about Steve or Bucky." You said. "And I have explained over and over that Bucky is innocent. You are not listening to me! There are super soldiers- more dangerous than Bucky- that are going to be released on this Earth. And you're not going to be able to stop them when they're in full power! If we can get them when they're groggy- first out of the ice chambers-"

"Enough." Tony said angrily. He lifted his hand and you sighed, because you knew he was going to attempt and dart you with sleep solution. Pietro grabbed you, racing off with you as he shot the dart.

"Thanks Piet." You said, ducking now as the Spider-man shot his webs at you. "If you can get Elizabeth to the jet she can start it up."

Pietro nodded and raced off to where Elizabeth was now fighting hand to hand with T'Challa, her sword abandoned on the ground, Bucky on his stomach, pushing himself to his feet.

"No, you get to the jet!" You heard Sam shout in your coms, "Both of you! The rest of us aren't getting out of here."

"As much as I hate to admit it, if we're gonna win this one, some of us might have to lose it." Clint said into the coms now.

"Pietro, can you carry Steve or Bucky?" You asked into the coms.

You heard Pietro snort, "Right."

"This isn't the real fight, Steve." Sam said.

"All right, Sam. What's the play." Steve answered.

"We need a diversion. Something big."

"Want me to take my clothes off?" Elizabeth asked with a laugh, before kicking T'Challa in the face with a kick spin.

"No?" T'Challa questioned in confusion, not understanding what she was saying.

"No!" Both Steve and Bucky growled together.

"I got something kinda big." Scott said suddenly. "But I can't hold it very long. On my signal, run like hell."

"Easy." Pietro said.

"And if I tear myself in half, don't come back for me."

"He's gonna tear himself in half?" Bucky asked in confusion.

"You sure about this, Scott?" Steve asked.

"I do it all the time." Was his answer. You punched Nat in the chest, and then blocked her next punches, sweeping her legs out from underneath her and then tazed her arms, keeping her down, leaping over her to keep going.

"I mean, once. In a lab. Then I passed out."

You looked around the corner to see Scott had turned huge, grabbing Rhodey's suit by the leg, holding him like the way a kid might try and hold a mouse or something.

"Good going Tic Tac!" Sam shouted.

You started weaving in and out of everything, you and Elizabeth going to flank Steve and Bucky to the Quinjet. Pietro weaved in and out, clearing obstacles and knocking over anyone that tried to stop you all. Scott was definitely doing a very good job at fighting Spider-man, Rhodey, and T'Challa all by himself.

"Shit." You cursed when you saw Rhodey and Tony were still going after the Quinjet.

Vision was holding Wanda in his arms, talking to her. Scott was probably asleep, still laying on the ground. Nat and T'Challa were nowhere in sight. Elizabeth was bent over with her hands on her knees, breathing hard.

Pietro was waiting, just standing there.

Vision suddenly created a beam of yellow light, shooting it at Sam's wings.

"NO!" You shouted, covering your mouth with your hands. Sam would drop and he would be killed.

Sam managed to duck into a ball and it hit Rhodey instead. He started to fall towards the Earth.

"WANDA SLOW HIM DOWN!" Elizabeth screamed, before looking at Pietro, "Get me to him now."

Pietro picked her up and the two of them were gone. Wanda got to her feet and shook her head, "I'm to far."

You started to run that way. Rhodey had been one of your best friends and suddenly the entire situation of what just happened came to life. You had all just fought one another. Family had just fought family. You had been against your own soulmate. Vision and Wanda had fought each other. Clint and Nat. What had you all done? Why couldn't they understand?

You finally arrived there, Sam laying in the grass, having been shot by Tony. Tony had Rhodey in his arms while Elizabeth placed a hand on his forehead, turquoise coloured whisps of smokes surrounding them.

Pietro looked at you. "The others?"

"Safe." You said. "Steve and Bucky will hopefully stop the super soldiers. We have to hope the two of them are enough."

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verxn · 2 years

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Sick day

Description: you’ve been keeping quiet about you being sick with a little cold you’ve caught because you didn’t want Tom to stop everything he was doing just to take care of you, that is until he still finds you in bed.

Pairing: Tom holland x black fem reader

Note: just another shitty writing :-(

Tom woke up and looked around the room, everything seem a bit…off, usually y/n magenta silk bonnet would be on the dresser next to the scarf she puts on before bed, her clothes would be thrown on the end of the bed and there would be 3 pairs of shoes since she can’t seem to decide what to wear.

Tom looked to the side, to see his wife sleeping peacefully, her beautiful dark skin shined because the light shined through the curtains. Her hair was wrapped up or so she thought, her box braids slipped out of the bonnet and scarf. Y/n started to cough in her sleep, it went from small coughs to being awoken up from coughing.

“Hey honey, you okay?” Tom said to his wife while running to her side. She nodded still coughing, she then pointed to the little trash can across the room “hand me that” she said in between the coughs

Tom got up and put the trash in front of his wife as spit in the trash. “Yuck” y/n said putting the trash to the side of the bed “y/n are you sick?” Tom asked rubbing her back “yeah but I’ll be fine in no time, you can continue your work, no need to worry” she said with a weak smile

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, you can barely move” he said with a concerned look painted on his face, she frowned because she knew this would happen. “I’ll be right back” Tom said while grabbing his phone and walking out of the bedroom.

Y/n sighed and laid back down in bed, before she knew it she was gone, Tom walked back in and saw her sleeping quietly. He tucked her in and tried to at least put her braids back in the bonnet so they won’t get messed up.

He kissed y/n’s forehead and exited out the room to make some soup for her.

When he was finished he brought the hot bowl of soup and some crackers to her, placing it on the nightstand beside the bed, he tapped her. “Honey wake up, I made soup” he said softly

Y/n sat up groggily and sighed, she rubbed her eyes tiredly and looked at the soup. She grabbed the bowl and started to eat some, she ate half the soup and some crackers.

Then proceeded to lay back down, her husband looked at her while she drifted back to sleep, tom placed the damn near empty soup bowl back on the nightstand and sat down at the end of the bed watching over y/n as she slept peacefully.

This song was kinda my inspo….it was literally playing when I was writing this🧍🏾

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gfmaximoff · 1 year

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Wanda: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no idea what to put in them. Any suggestions?

Y/N: Put spaghetti in it.

Wanda: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you.

Scott: Put spaghetti in it.

Wanda: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you two.

Peter: Put spaghetti in it.

Wanda: I am no longer taking suggestions.

[Bonus]

Ned, bursting in out of nowhere: Put spaghetti in it!!

Everyone else except Peter: What the fuck are you doing inside the tower?!

#incorrect marvel quotes #incorrect mcu quotes #avengers #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #scott lang #ant man #peter parker #spiderman #ned leeds #wanda x y/n #gfmaximoff

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soulgazingwithbucky · 2 years

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Trust (Jentorra x Reader)

Pairing: Jentorra x Reader (she/her)

Summary: In the frequent event that Jentorra is injured in battle, she places her trust in just one person.

Warnings: mentions of injury/blood

Word Count: 727

A/N: *follows jentorra x reader tag just to end up writing one herself*

Photo credits: Marvel Cinematic Universe Wiki

Jentorra limps through the infirmary, clutching her side. People crowd around her, asking her a flurry of questions and reaching for her in an attempt to help.

"No," she says, waving them off with her free hand. "No. Get her."

They scatter as she drops herself into a chair, waiting for you.

You rush out, eyes darting wildly between personnel and patients. You spot Jentorra slumped in a seat, looking dangerously pale.

You make your way over to her, wiping at the damp sweat that has formed a film on her face. She sports numerous cuts and bruises all over her body, but she manages a smile at the sight of you.

"Hi, treasure."

"Jentorra, we're all perfectly capable here," you scold her, gesturing towards the chaos behind you as your coworkers tend to other patients.

"Why?" Alarm is suddenly painted on her face. "Were you with a patient? Go back to them, come back for me later—"

"No, you pillock, I just don't want you to bleed out because you're picky."

Blood pools around the hand she's using as a makeshift bandage; gingerly, you lift her hand and move it aside. The gash is deep and shows no sign of clotting anytime soon. A surge of anger rushes through you; Jentorra carries the weight of the world on her shoulders, and this is how the Conquerer thanks her? Day in and day out, she leads a broken group of people who have nothing left, yet his vicious attacks come unrelenting, providing no reprieve for Jentorra or her people.

Clenching your jaw, you place your hand on her back, coaxing her out of the seat. She grabs your wrist with a clammy hand.

"No, treasure," she hisses, "not enough rooms—save them for the others—"

"Jentorra—"

"We won't argue about this. Either you help me right here, or you take me to the morgue." Jentorra doesn't enjoy painting these nasty pictures in your brain, but she must think of the others. It wasn't her idea to ambush a nearby Conquerer station, but she had signed off on it; now, too many of them were suffering the consequences.

You sigh, dropping your head as you weigh your options, though Jentorra has left you with virtually none. She takes the opportunity to snake her fingers in your hair, rubbing gently.

"Okay," you give in. "Okay."

You slip your coat off your shoulders, moving it between her wound and her hand. She hisses at the sensation. You leave her as you quickly grab all of the supplies you need. You return, kneeling in front of her, looking behind you for your teammate with powers that dull pain.

"Zerelda!" you call as you move your now-crimson coat away from Jentorra's wound. You swear she was just behind you.

"No—don't need her," Jentorra says through gritted teeth. "Just you, treasure—just you." She leans her head back as you clean her wound.

Jentorra's eyes are squeezed shut the entire time, banging her fist on the chair to distract herself from the pain. You can't work when her gestures shake her whole body, and you move her hand to hold your shoulder instead. She seems to relax with her hand on your skin, sinking into her seat. Your skilled fingers make quick work of the wound, suturing the deep gash closed within a matter of minutes. You place a bandage over the top of the stitches, indicating that you were finished.

"There," you say with a relieved sigh, sitting on your heels.

Jentorra sits up slowly. She looks at you as you wipe your brow, discarding your tools beside you. Your eyes are cautiously watching her wound. Should she tell you that you look somehow more attractive with blood and sweat caking you, or—?

"Need anything else?" you sass, placing your hands on your hips, trying to mask your fatigue.

She stifles a wince as she leans forward, cupping your chin. The muscles in her abdomen tense with the strain of holding herself up.

"I can think of a few things," she murmurs, sage eyes dropping to your lips. The pain nearly melts from her body as she watches your lips part ever so slightly for her.

She chooses to plant a kiss on your forehead instead before rising and moving nimbly towards the exit. As long as her fighters are out there, there's no way she can sit around and wait for her wound to heal.

"Jentorra!" you call after her exasperatedly.

"I'll see you later, treasure."

#jentorra x reader #jentorra x you #jentorra x y/n #jentorra #jentorra fanfic #jentorra fanfiction #jentorra fic #jentorra reader insert #avengers #avengers fic #avengers fanfiction #avengers fanfic #avengers reader insert #marvel #marvel fanfic #mcu fanfic #kingsfics #quantumania #ant man

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yanderemcu · 8 months

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Yandere Scott Lang Alphabet

A=Affection (How do they show their love for you)

Very touchy and romantic

B=Bound (How much do they share with you)

Tells you everything

C=Cruel (How do they punish you)

Holding,Wraps around you,silent treatment, force feeding, takes things away

D-Desire (How long until they take you)

10 months

E=Even (To what level are they dominant)

As below you as possible

F=Future(What are their future plans for the two of you)

Get married. Have kids

G=Gifts (What do they give you)

sweets,stuff animals, Clothes,jewelry, Accessories,Blankets, pillows, Food,flowers

H=Hell (Worst experience with them)

His punishments

I=Insane (How insane did they get because of you)

5/10

J=Jealous(How easily do they get jealous)

Drags you away

K=Killing (How do they handle killing)

He doesn't kill anyone

L=Language (What is their love language)

All of them

M=Manipulation(What could you do to get your way)

Yes

N=No (To what strength would they go for you)

He'd do anything for you

O=Obsessed (How obsessed are they with you)

10/10

P=Pet names(What do they call you)

Cupcake,Sweetie,Sweetheart,hunny,love,sugar,precious, sweetiepie, cutie,baby doll

Q=Quit (How would they act if you died)

Kills himself

R=Runaway (What are your chances to get away)

He will get you back one day

S=Stalking (How good are they at stalking you)

8/10

T=Type (What type of yandere are they)

Sweet,Caring, Obsessive,Delusional,Overprotective,Clingy, Submissive,Shy

U=Unique (Different from other yanderes)

Doesn't hurt you at all

V=Vine (How would they feel if you fought back)

Threatens to hurt himself

W=Will (Would they do anything against their loves will)

X=X-Ray (How much do they keep hidden from you)

Nothing at all

Y=Yearning (How much do they want you)

1/10

Z=Zzz (How do you two fall asleep together)

Cuddles you closely

#yandere #yandere marvel #yandere mcu #yandere avengers #yandere boy #Yanderescottlang #Yandereantman #ant man #scott lang #scott lang x reader #ant man x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x reader #yandere x you #marvel #mcu #paul rudd

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literaryavenger · 6 months

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I've been having a bit of writer's block lately, everything I write I don't like and delete almost right away, so I'm here to ask anyone who wants to, to give me ideas, requests, suggestions, concepts, whatever. Even if you have a fic you'd like to see written out, I'm willing to do even personalised fics with your name and details you want, really just anything to get me writing something I won't hate!

I mostly do Bucky, but it can be any other Avenger or even non-marvel related character, as long as I know the character so I can give you the best story possible.

It can be any kind of trope, au and pairing, I'm open to anything except incest. I've never done smut, but with the right idea I could try it out.

Feel free to message me or use the ask button anytime you want!

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rassvetsky · 2 years

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hi! can i request a fluffy halloween fic with scott lang where he and reader does those couple costumes? 🫶 tysm!!!

i am literally in love with you for requesting this. my love for scott is beyond words and this is way too late and rushed but still pls feel free to request again whenever you'd like ily

88 Miles Per Hour

scott lang x reader

"Through costumes put together in a rush and water fights with resident trick-or-treaters, you found a moment of peace to memorize every single detail Scott held."

[2k] | just short & cute nothing worth warning u about except for. scott's beauty. obviously. halloween themes, feelings, kiiiinda friends to lovers but mostly just flirty banter, scott is a cutie and he deserves the world and i love him so much your honor

reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.

Time spent with Scott Lang felt like a whiplash- the dopamine high he tended to give you with his jokes and compliments could rival ecstasy. He wouldn't let you think about anything else; if life was stressing you out, he was definitely the man to go to because through the pointless conversations and intrusive DIY projects, his main priority was to make you feel good, safe and appreciated. And of course, to get you laughing so hard that you wouldn't even be able to remember what you were stressed out about in the first place.

But just like everything else, that went both ways. Scott didn't tend to show it when he was down, but through the decrease in energy, you could sense it. Hell, even from his tone through the line when you called him to ask him about his day- you'd immediately sense that something was wrong, and it needed to be fixed, immediately.

Because in your eyes, Scott deserved much better than what he already had in this life.

So when you showed up by his door with a bag of clothes picked specifically for Halloween and demanded a few hours of his time to prepare after a short call, of course he wasn't going to say no. It surprised you when he announced that he'd much rather stay at home for Halloween, knowing damn well that he was a sucker for the holiday. You didn't have time to ask him what he wanted to wear, since you were already sure that he'd say no if you offered to handle everything and force him out of his place; so an imposition was necessary.

Truth is, Scott didn't feel down. Not in a traditional sense, at the very least. But when you quite literally forced him out of his t-shirt to pull a vintage shirt on him and top it up with a lab coat, he couldn't hold back the bittersweet smile that took over his chiseled, beautiful features; the proximity making him feel all warm and fuzzy. When you rambled on about how you had to scramble everything at the last minute to pull off a Marty McFly and Doctor Brown outfit for the two of you, knowing damn well that he loved the movie, he felt nauseous with how deep his feelings laid within.

If only he could find a way to tell you.

He watched you as you took off your work shirt to change into a white check grid design short sleeve one, and pulled a denim vest on top, letting the signature red puffer vest lay on the couch for the moment before approaching him again with a grin. "The wig is a bit… Low quality, but we don't need anything more," you hummed, mostly to yourself, before pushing him by his shoulders to sit on the couch again- wig fitting materials already ready by the coffee table since you ordered him to go grab some of the stuff you missed earlier on. "Just don't move too much. Sit pretty."

"As long as you don't glue it down to my actual hair," he chuckled, watching as you shrugged nonchalantly.

"Not gonna glue much," you whispered, as if you were giving him a secret. "The lab goggles. They're gonna keep it in place- I feel like my genius is seriously under-rated…"

"It so is." he joined in, the top secret topic of the conversation hidden between your hushed, childish whispers as you giggled along, before you sat by his side and made him face you, slowly brushing his hair back. Your hold on his chin was so delicate that he could cry just by looking at you, and he probably would if that wouldn't make him seem like a complete idiot.

You made him feel things that he didn't even know he was capable of feeling.

And it wasn't anything new. Even back then, when everyone saw him as just another ex-convict, you saw a different light in him. Never discriminated against him, never said anything that could even slightly decrease the hope he had for the future. To you, he was the guy who would show up by your door with a bag of take-out that he bought with his last pocket money just so he could be sure that you weren't skipping meals. He was the guy who always knew just how to cheer you up, just how to hug you so well that all of your worries would disappear.

But then you'd hold him. Like he's this porcelain piece, afraid that he might break if you were any less gentle. You'd play with his hair and massage his scalp while telling him all about your dreams, and how he'd be there to join along. How you'd take him to Europe and then Oceania, then maybe Asia, and show him everything beautiful about this world.

You were so precious that he could feel his stomach filled to the brim with butterflies. Or moths. Big, fluffy, ugly moths that made him want to vibrate out of his body.

His bright eyes followed yours as you focused, carefully putting the short white wig on place and setting it down with the help of the goggles. He looked idiotic in an extremely endearing way that you couldn't help but coo, plopping down in between his arms a second later. "You're adorable."

"You're adorabler."

"That's not a word."

"But it's convenient," he hummed, pulling a chuckle out of you as you excitedly got back up.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, Doc. Are you telling me that you built a time machine out of a DeLorean?" you quoted, rather dramatically, as he laughed along with you and reached for your red vest, so you could put it on and the two of you would get going.

"If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 88 miles per hour, you're gonna see some serious shit."

You were so proud of yourself.

Firstly, for knowing Scott like the back of your hand. Second, for being the reason he was already out of that gloomy mood- singing along to whatever 2012 pop song was playing, with a bottle of beer he snatched from somebody's table and a small packet of chocolate truffles that he held between your linked arms, as you two walked around the busy streets. People were all dressed up, shiny decorations everywhere- yet through all that light, Scott's eyes shined the brightest.

And you figured that there's nothing in this world you wouldn't do to have those gorgeous green orbs shining that bright with excitement all the time, just like this.

Feet dragging you to a familiar route, you practically pulled him towards the park, filled with kids comparing their trick-or-treat victories and grown-ups trying to get some calming going. Plopping down on the cold grass with a relaxed sigh, you waited until he sat next to you with a grunt, before leaning back on your elbows. "That was fun. But please don't spray kids with water next time."

"It was mutual spraying, why are you trying to make me sound like the villain here?" he feigned innocence but you knew better, judging by the victorious grin he held on before giving the kids their water gun back. You shrugged, instead deciding to sit up again. The lightning didn't allow much through the trees but he had a mature, yet boyish type of beauty that you could appreciate even in the dark. His eyes met yours when he noticed how carefully you were staring at him, though he had to avert them- much to your dismay, as you slowly lifted your hand to trace your fingertips against the laugh lines right by the sides of his eyes.

It only took a gentle touch to get him to look at you again.

"You've got two tiny hazel dots on your right eye," you whispered, trying to hold back a smile upon his attempt of stealthily popping a truffle in his mouth. "The other one is greener, I think. I can't see well from this light but- it's pretty. Have I ever said that before?"

"You explain me to me approximately seven times a day."

"Stop being an ass," a soft snicker left both of you. "I'm trying to memorize you."

He almost gave in. Almost. "What for? You see me a lot."

"I don't see you enough." you shook your head to both sides. Was it the liquid courage or the festive season, you'd never know; but the way he was still smiling gave you all the green lights you could've asked for. "You started to grow some whites on your beard. That's also pretty." your fingers moved down to his slight stubble. "Suits you."

He didn't know what to say. He wasn't even sure if words could actually leave his mouth at that moment- so he just let you memorize him. Slowly. Centimeter by centimeter.

But he didn't expect you to just stare at his lips for a full minute, and then reach in to leave a quick peck on them. "And these- still as soft as I remember."

He let out a laugh at that. "We were drunk when that happened, though. Years ago, if I may add."

You shrugged, nonchalant. "It was the first thing I remembered the next morning though. And it was also so gross, God, you salivate a lot when you're drunk."

"You weren't complaining then," his tone was lingering on playfulness. "Can't believe I never kissed you after that to actually prove that I'm actually a better kisser."

"I have serious doubts."

"Do you?" he hummed. "You're a few inches from finding out."

Instead, you aimed for his cheek this time. Scott was content with just that, too, as he let his hand fall on top of yours on the grass, providing shelter from the cold. "Is it scary for you too?"

"Terrifying." he replied right away. "But- you know what? Doesn't matter. As long as I got you."

"Yeah. And- we can do whatever we want. We're unsupervised adults."

"We really should be supervised."

It was slow, from then on. In slow-motion, almost. Because neither of you were in a rush as you stole kisses from one another here and there, never feeling as if you had to put a name on it so quickly. You two were just… Each other's people. And meanwhile that wasn't even near being enough to carry the weight of the feelings you harbored for one another, it felt just right.

#scott lang x reader #scott lang x you #scott lang x y/n #scott lang fluff #scott lang drabble #scott lang blurb #scott lang oneshot #scott lang headcanon #scott lang fic #marvel x reader #marvel fic #marvel fluff #ant man x reader #ant man fluff #scott lang

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httpscomexe · 8 months

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Blood is a Liquid

Summary: With Wade Wilson as your bodyguard, you don’t have a lot of freedom. Or rather you would if he didn’t get jealous over nothing.

(Find what I'm currently writing by checking my pinned post)

Parings: Wade Wilson x Reader

Warnings: Not many. Jealousy, insecurity, talk of murder and sex trafficking, joke relating to Epstein Island, I know that’s offensive to some people, and foul language.

Word Count: 3376 (Find all chapters here) Chapter 2

You crept slowly into the kitchen in the compound to eavesdrop into the conversation your father was having with some unknown stranger in a red suit.

“I’ll pay you based on work and based on how she describes her time with you, not by hours or contract.” You had heard your father speaking, quietly as if not to wake you. “She won’t be happy about you following her around, she doesn’t trust many strangers, so try to be her friend while you protect her.” You stepped a little closer, still crouched behind the counter top, trying to get a glimpse of the man in the red leather suit.

“And you said she can be trouble? How so? She’s like 12.”

“Not like. She IS 12. But she has powers she’s not the best at controlling, and she has some anger issues. And just like she has trouble trusting people, she gets really anxious around new people.”

“So I’ll be babysitting an angry, red hot, powerful 12 year old girl.”

“Not babysitting, I’m hiring you to protect her, as a bodyguard, I don’t want to see her with even a paper cut.”

“Dad?” Your small, 12 year old girly voice was boosted with sleep as you peeked over the corner of the counter top. You stood there dressed in your cozy Captain America pajamas, and a small hulk plushie in your arms.

“Hey jellybean, you’re supposed to be in bed.” Your father approached you tiredly, setting a small glass of what looked like apple juice down on the countertop.

Your father has always protected you from everything. From the word alcohol, all the way up to the murderers and sex traffickers in the world.

“Who’s he? His suit looks like Peters.” You remember watching your dad design every spiderman costume, he was only 3 years older than you, and he treated you like a brother.

Your father sighed.

“This is Wade Wilson, I’m hiring him to protect you while I’m gone for the next month or so.” You had stared as ‘Wade’ removed his mask, underneath that mask was an older man. His hair was a light brown to match his eyes, but his hair was almost gray, his age peeking through slightly, but yet he still looked young.

“Hey there Y/N.” He waves to you slowly, clearly not wanting to alarm you. It was true, you hated new people and only ever trusted your father.

“I’ll be leaving now. So Wade, if you’ll escort her back to bed that would be great, I need to get a few things together.”

Yeah, you hated new people, but this guy he seemed… Cool.

“Alright, little Ms. Stark, let's get you to bed.” He said as he lifted you into his arms, then carefully took you back to your room.

Now after being watched over by him for years you’ve gotten used to seeing him at the compound.

He’s sorta become somewhat of a brother to you than a bodyguard, sometimes when he wasn’t on a contract to watch you he’d take you out for ice cream, or even drive you downtown to just do some friendly shopping.

You’re 16 now, you’ve always wanted to convince your father that ‘I’m too old to be babysat, I can take care of myself, I was raised by assassins!’ You had said, hinting towards Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton. He knows you have immaculate fighting skills, and you’ve always had a great aim, sometimes even startling Clint with your eyes.

But you also loved being around Wade. He’s always brought a smile to your face or helped you laugh during hard days.

Sometimes you’ve even felt yourself a little too drawn from him. He was practically your only friend ever since Peter went off to college with Ned and MJ.

“Look who’s awake.” Your father was in the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee. You were sure he was up all night based on his groggy hair and dirty hands.

“Good morning to you too.” You laughed a little as you speaked, feeling bad for his lack of sleep, but you knew his work has always been his priority. Even after knowing and living with him for all your life, sometimes you felt like you didn’t even know your dad.

“Good morning Jellybean.” He put his coffee down for a moment, drawing you closer with his right arm to envelop you in a tight hug, then he pressed a loving kiss onto your temple, ruffling his fingers through your hair for a moment before releasing you.

“I’m going to Europe early.”

It was if he threw those words at you.

“I thought you weren’t leaving until next week.”

“It was supposed to be next week, but they’re telling me they need my ‘expertise’ urgently. So I’m leaving in an hour, Wade is on his way right now.”

Wade.

“Okay, well… I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too Y/N, I’ll be back in a few weeks.”

He brought you into another hug, this time more tight and thoughtful than the last, it made you think that maybe he didn’t even want to go on this work trip…

“There’s my little criminal war case, just like I left her.” Wades’ voice fills the compound as he makes his way in, his eyes almost immediately landing on you, laying face down on the floor in front of the TV with a pillow under your chin and your phone in your hands, but as soon as you see him, you drop everything and get to your feet, ready to throw a hug around his neck.

“Woah there tiger!” He laughs as your arms wrap around his neck, and he drops his bag to the floor to wrap his arms around your waist, holding onto you as he twirls a little with you in his arms.

“Hey red!” You laugh, joy in your eyes as he hold onto you. “What’re we doing first??? Roller skating? Pumpkin patch maybe? Oh! Or maybe-”

“Shhhh…” He pressed his index finger to your lips, hushing you. “Were not going to either of those and we’re not going to whatever the third one was either unless it was a strip club, then I’ll happily oblige to your wishes.”

You make a pouty face, you really wanted to go to the pumpkin patch. You go every year with him.

“No honey today…” He puts you down finally, pausing mid sentence and placing his hands on either side of your face. “We’re going to the fair, there's a pumpkin patch there that we can go to.”

You process what he says. You had a date with a boy to go to the fair today alone, then your dad had a change of plans.

“That’s awesome! Really!?” You shout, excitement running through your body as you realise you might be able to un-cancel your date.

“Yes really, I already got the tickets online, but I’ll have to drop you off, run a quick errand, then I’ll be there again and we can go looking for pumpkins.”

“My bodyguard is gonna leave me alone in a fair filled with people I’ve never seen before in my life?” You joke.

“Well if you’d like to go to the DMV with me, then I’m not holding you back.”

“No thank you.” You make a sickened face, making him laugh a little.

“Go put on some warm clothes, we're leaving in-” He lifts up his right arm as if to check his watch, and you giggle to yourself when you realise he doesn’t even have a watch. “Probably about 10 minutes. I could be wrong, my watch is a little off.”

“Here we are.” Wade pulls up to the fair at the entrance so you don’t have to walk through the parking lot. “I'll see you in about an hour, don’t do anything stupid, your father will hang me for it and if he can’t find me he’ll put a billion dollar bounty on my head.” He sighs, clearly not the biggest fan of leaving you alone, but he had work to do. “And if that doesn’t work? Well then that widow of his?” You look at him sitting in the driver's seat. He brings his hand up to his temple and makes a gun shape out of his fingers, popping his lips to make some cartoon shooting sound.

“Yea I get the idea, you won’t die regardless.” You laugh, kissing his cheek before stepping out of the vehicle, one you didn’t even know he owned until tonight.

“See you in a little Y/N, behave!” He yelled one last time through the window that was already halfway rolled up. As he drove away in the black sports car, you took a look at the licence plate on the back that read ‘FR4NCl5,’ thinking nothing of it other than his poor sense of humour.

“Hey, look who it is.” Harry approached you as soon as he saw you, reaching his arms out to bring you into a loose hug.

“Hey Harry, sorry I’m late, my babysitter drives super slow.” You think back on the highway that leads to the fair, he was doing about 20 in a 75, only speeding up when a cop grew tired of his speed and blurted his sirens.

“I can’t believe your dad still has a babysitter wrung on your ass like you’re a toddler or something.” He laughs at his own poor joke as he steps next to you, wrapping his arm around the back of your neck to lead you around the fair.

“So what’re we doing first?”

“How about some arcade games? I bought some tickets for a few of them I thought you might like.”

“Like?”

“The duck grabbing one, where you grab a rubber duck and the number on the bottom relates to your prize, and then another one I got cause I thought you might like the prizes, some stuffed cows and other farm animals.”

“Okay, what other tickets did you get?”

“Well for myself I got the basketball one, a punching bag one, a parkour one…” His voice dazed off out of your mind as he continued to list just about every single game at the fair that first dates use to try impressing their girlfriends because they think it’s attractive to be able to throw a ball at some pins and win some fucked up looking teddy bear for about $50 worth of tickets. “And then I also got this one I think I might try twice even, it's a pullup bar, if you can hold yourself up for a minute you win.”

“That’s a lot, what bank did you steal from to afford all that?” In your peripheral vision you could see his eyes squint as if he was trying to understand your joke, then he shook it off and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“So anyways, looks like you decided against the dress afterall?” He mumbles, he really was hoping you’d wear that skimpy orange dress but you ended up settling for dark sweatpants and a baggy hoodie with Jack skellington on the front, and a plain black hat you’d taken from your dad which you wore the hood from the hoodie over it, hoping it was conceal your identity as Tony Stark's daughter, even if just a little bit.

“Yea, I decided it was too cold outside.”

“Aren’t you like… immune to the cold because of your powers?” This little shit.

“Yea, but my babysitter told me to wear a hoodie and I’ll take dressing comfortably over dressing for the Met Gala at a little downtown fair.”

“Well you know, I was just… hoping to see you in it.”

“Sorry, maybe next time when it’s a little warmer outside, but today it’s freezing.” You nod your head towards the crowd of people walking in front of you two, everyone wearing heavy jackets and thick pants. Some wore hoods over their heads, some were wearing a beanie, and most people wore both.

“Damn!” He shouted as he missed his shot. The pins were only about six feet away and yet he still managed to miss the shot. “Here’s another ticket, I bet I can get it this time.”

“Sir, I need to close my booth.” The man behind the stand looked at Harry, tiredness written all over his face. It was time for him to close his booth but Harry INSISTED that he would win the big squish-mallow hanging off the top right corner of the booth.

“No, no, no. I can do it this time, trust me.”

Looking at your watch, you realised almost an hour had already passed of him using every single ticket on this stupid game he would never win.

So much for a date.

The man behind the booth sighed and handed Harry another ball, stepping back so he could throw, exhaustion in his step.

Harry takes a step back, confidence in his eyes as he rolls his shoulders, holds the ball with both hands and brings it back behind his right shoulder as if he was charging his throw. His chest rises and falls as he takes a deep breath. The worker sits up a little from where he was leaning against the wall, he thought he might actually hit it this time. Harry prepares himself one more time, lifting his left foot up a little to add more power to his throw, and you cross your arms, waiting for him to just throw the damned ball.

And finally.

He throws it.

He throws it hard enough for you to see the muscles in his arm flex through his thin jacket, then his arm flops a little as he lets go of the ball, and its thrown fast, fast enough to knock someone out.

And yet it still misses.

The joy on the workers face immediately turns into fear as the ball goes straight for him, dead for the centre of his forehead, which makes you stand up straight, you knew you wouldn’t catch the ball on time but you also didn’t wanna be blamed for a murder.

Luckily.

He ducked just in time.

The ball hit the back of the tent, creating a small hole, but not one big enough for the ball to pass through.

“Shit man!” He yelled as the ball bounced back off the tent and rolled down onto the floor. “You almost fucking killed me!” He shouts, kicking the ball in a way to express his anger.

“Sorry, sorry, I got distracted!” Harry apologises frantically, but he continues to stare at the ball sitting on the concrete floor now.

“No, no!” You’re absolutely not getting another shot, you know what? Here.” The man rips the squish-mallow off the wall, tossing it to Harry, then he grabs a stick and pulls the door down on his tent, slamming it shut, making you flinch a little.

“Hey I uh… I won it?” He hands it to you.

The squish-mallow was cute, considering it was an ant man stuffie.

“Thank you, Harry.” You say it almost embarrassingly, you felt kind of bad for the worker obviously, but at least you got a squish-mallow, and no one ended up dying or in the ER with a circle shaped imprint on their skull for the rest of their life.

“Right I uh… Of course.” He says nervously. “I’m uh, gonna go to the restroom.”

You watch as he walks away to the restroom, observing your newly acquired toy. There’s a few details that they got wrong on the suit, but it's decent for a company where no one has met Scott in real life, but you have, and the little details are all missing, you’d know since you’ve stolen his helmet once or twice to make things go your way.

You made your way to a bench, sitting down with your Antman-Mallow sitting next to you, taking a selfie with it and sending it to Scott, and wondering why the fuck Wade was an hour late.

“What the fuck is that?”

There’s a brief moment where your heart drops from the unfamiliar voice coming from behind you.

“What’s what?” You whisper, realising it was only your bodyguard, fashionably late.

“On your arm, you’re cut, who did it, describe them.”

“Woah there red, uh, you did it, remember?”

“Whaaaat?” He extends his arms out to you for a hug which felt almost spine crushing. “I don’t remember doing that-”

“Why are you so late?”

“It’s rude to interrupt you know.”

“Yes but… I was worried.”

“I’m always a little late, had to run some errands.”

What if I’d died?”

“Then I’d kill you again.” He chuckled and released you finally. “Who won that for you? I know you didn’t win it yourself.” He nods towards the big squish-mallow sitting on the bench where you were before he’d arrived.

“Oh, I thought I told you; I invited a guy from school to come here with me as a date, he’s super sweet and he won it for me.”

You could visibly see something in his face just distort immediately when the word ‘date’ popped out of your mouth.

“I don’t think daddy would be very happy with me if he found out you’re getting humped by a squirrel.” He glanced up and his eyes landed on the guy behind you.

“Hey, Y/N” Your date's voice yelled from behind you, instead of turning around you only studied your bodyguard's face further, trying to understand what mood this new info is putting him in.

“Squirrel?”

“What about a squirrel?” In your peripheral, you could see your date with the newly won squish-mallow in hand.

“Nothing Harry, don’t worry about-”

“Fuckkk , his name is Harry. We’ll be going home now, I feel itchy.”

“You just got here though Wade.”

“And you’re dating a Harry.”

“And?”

“And I feel that’s a safety issue so based on my contract I’m required to retreat and take you to safety, if you’d like to complain, you can very willingly contact your father and address the issue, I’ll gladly give him my statement on you hanging out with a-” He paused and stared Harry down. “Hormonal teenager with a really bad hairstyle.”

“Okay and what if I refuse to leave?” You object, crossing your arms over your chest to com-bat his petty request.

“Are we gonna ignore what he just said about me?”

“Yes.” You turn to Harry before turning back to wade. “Well?”

“Your father stated that I can use force if you attempt to refuse removal from something that could end in a tragic event.”

“You would never use force on me though, would you?” You make a pouty face, wanting to make him feel bad even if it never works.

“Honey, sweetie, pudding, my little firework…” He reaches out and places his hands on either of your shoulders. “You lighthearted, freakhead, mastermind daughter of a billionaire, crazy teenager that I so willingly take care of because I must.” He added. “Keep making that face and I won’t be the only one willing to use force on you, next thing you know some 80-year old politician might ship you off to some island.”

“I’m not leaving.”

“You gonna tell that to the politicians?” You cross your arms objectively. “Force it is.”

You squealed as he ducked down slightly to lift you up off the ground, his shoulder and part of his arm going above your stomach and one of his arms wrapping around your waist while his other remained at his side.

“Damnit- Wade- Put me- UGH!” You banged on his back, easily giving up and as he turned away, you could see the confusion on Harrys’ face. “Sorry!”

“Were- were over!” He said, almost like he was scared, but you noticed he was no longer holding your squish-mallow.

At least you got something out of him.

“You never answered my question.”

“What question?”

“What the fuck is this?” He repeats himself, holding up your squish-mallow that he took from Harrys’ hands.

“It’s Scott- err… Antman.” You hum a little. “I don’t know if you’ve ever met him but he-”

“Trust me, I know who you’re talking about.”

#marvel #deadpool #wade wilson #ant man #tony stark #scott lang #iron man #y/n #x reader

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mcubuckyxlokisbitch · 8 months

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OUT OF ALL THE TIMELINES

CHPT 3: Interogations and Proclamations

Short Series !

Female Asgardian reader (now avenger) X TVA Loki

Chapter 1: Avengers I need your help (done)

Chapter 2: Interrogations and proclamations (done)

Chapter 3: Even Asgardians have myths (done)

Chapter 4:

Chapter 5: -

Chapter 6: -

Surprise !!!!

Chapter 7: Chapter 8: Chapter 9 Chapter 10:

Warnings: Alot of angst <3, somebody kissed but im not saying who, mentions of blood, injury,

Summary: After your Lokis death and have moved on and joined the Avengers. After the aftermath of Endgame you and the other remaining Avengers all seek shelter in the new Avengers Warehouse Pepper Potts bought as a temporary replacement while the Avengers mansion is being renovated. What happened after a very tired mission. Well, you're speechless, to say the least.

a/n: I added a few more chapters because you know dreams lmao so enjoy this one !! Tell me if yall want smut soon. CuZ ye im feeling a smut scene some time soon.

You walked around the Avengers warehouse and got to the medic bay. The push the doors open, "How are her vitals."

"Well for one thin they don't make any sense."

"Ive been trying to heal her but, I can't get a signature on the dark magic... I need your magic to track it." Wanda says as her hands float above the blonde girl.

"She really does look like Loki its scary.... Like put a blonde wig make her shorter and put some eyelashes boom you got blondie here."

You rolled your eyes as your eyes traveled towards Ivars dark matter dagger. A strong dark force gutted your stomach, you could feel the evil from a mile away. You saw the veins around the stab wound as they turned black and spreaded around her stomach.

The only thing that could kill an Asgardian God. With its rusted blade and messily bandanged handle. Just as the myths say, the dagger was made for Odin the allfather but Ivar and his dagger were defetead and casted away before he could use it on him.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breathe to cast a simple healing spell.

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"Alright, enchantments are more than just casting especially when your doing a healing spell." Loki circled around you. You closed your book as you groaned, bored of slow paced lessons set by the prince.

"A healing spell I think we can do something more challenging than that Loki."

Loki stopped in his steps as he brought out his dagger and striked your leg.

"LOKI... AARGH.... YOU MISBIGOTTEN SON OF A LEPPERS GOAT. YOU DAFT ARSE" YOU SCREAMED AT HIM. He chuckled and tipped your chin to look at him with the bloodied dagger.

"Careful, if we go on legal terms thats treason against the prince and queen..." He grinned. "On more serious terms you need to learn how to cast the spell on yourself, this way casting it on others will come naturally."

You tried to hold the cut on your thigh, blood was seeping out continously as you winced when you tried to move your leg. "How am I to focus when im bleeding to death." the words gritting through your teeth.

"Close your eyes and breathe..." Loki sat behind you whispering to your ear. He placed his hands on yours and led them to your wound. "The spell only works when your calm." You took a deep breath and out as your shaky hand lay above your wound. "Feel the energy from your body, allow it to flow through your to your hands down to your wound."

You did as he said. Your enchantments extended to the wound as the blood started to lessen but the wound didn't close. "Now the difficult part. Closing the wound, you can't just imagine it to close, you know the spell."

You said aloud through your teeth holding in your pain. "Rense helbrede såret." Nothing happened, the blood lessen but the wound was still wide open. You were confused and irritated to say the least.

Loki nudged his nose towards the crook of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "A spells power is through its whisper, to be a true master you must not only say it but think it."

Relaxing your hands as Loki slithered his to your shoulders, you casted in a whisper focusing on the spell imagining the wound closing and the energy flowing towards your wound. "Rense helbrede såret." your eyes glew orange as your enchantment casted on your leg closed the wound slowly from one end to the other. The stinging pain you felt a few seconds ago was gone. There was no mark no scar where there was once blood and torn muscle. You laughed aloud and jumped up from your seat cheering.

"I- I did it no way, I just casted a healing spell on my first try... Loki you are magnificent." You turned to the man who raised an eye brow. The unimpressed look which gutted you stomach and stopped yur cheering as you felt shameful.

"Are you proud of such a small spell I mastered long before I was 16 years old." You blushed in shame as you brough your head down. Looking away from him, you could still feel him walk closer to you. "Charms are not something you can play aroudn on the side either you take it seriously and master it or I never teach you again. Do you wish to be great or nothing...."

He was now merely inches from your as he pinched your chin and brought him to look towards him, "So tell me little girl..." At this point you could feel your heart about to jump out your heart at any moment.

"Great or nothing." he whispered

"Great..." you mumbled.

"Perfect." he leaned down as he placed your lips on yours.

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"Perfect-

You snap back to reality.

"Perfect, I have the signature of the spell.... You can take the spear out whenever your ready Y/N..." Wanda smiled.

You blanked out as you saw the wound still corrupted but not as bloodied as it was before.

"Careful, won't asgardians burn or disintegrate when you touch the handle or something." Peter stopped your hand.

"It is merely a myth Peter." You held his. "It'll sting slightly but I'll be fine."

"Wow even asgardians have myths. It's like inception a myth in a myth." Ant man said chewing on his chips in the corner of the med bay on a spare bed.

You hold the dagger and it burned your hand the moment you wrapped your hand around it. You winced and pulled back your hand and shook off the heat. Everyone had their eyes on you as you tried again. You wrapped your fingers around the handle, the burning sensation started as you focused on absorbing the heat but it didn't work.

"Teya, your hand it's turning the same colour as the wound." Sam pointed out

Your hand was corrupted. You casted a healing spell on your hand as you held the dagger handle tighter ignoring the warnings from your teamates.

Only one of asgardian strength can pull out the dagger. But anyone who lays in the hand on the dagger, will meet death.

It was a phrase, a warning actually, you remembered like the back of your hand from your favourite tale.

You pulled the dagger out with some force as the wound on the body closed. You dropped the dagger on the ground as you did too.

You were on your knees as your hand turned black and you wrapped your other hand on it trying to heal it. The room felt like it was a million degrees as you felt the darkness travel through your veins.

"Y/N whats going on..." Sam said kneeling down beside you. "FRIDAY RADIO STRANGE FOR AN SOS."

"Yelena, get Thor, Parker make sure Barnes does not know about this make sure they stay with Loki."

"Don't tell James." You whispered to Sam

"Not a chance princess."

"Wanda hows the wound." You looked up in pain.

"Closing in. But old Asgardian magic is complicated, I need time to find a way for it to not spread."

"Sam, I'm fine." you groaned through the pain still trying to cast the healing spell on your arm.

"Ya say that to your black hand. And..... woah." Sam started to let your hand go when your hand to elbow was turning black

"I'm here..." Stephen walked through a portal.

"Her eyes." Sam said concerened as there was no white left in your eyes just pitch black.

You forced yourself to stand up. Your shaking right hand corrupted as you projected your powers towards the dagger on the ground. Focusing the dark energy to leave your body. You groaned as you saw Stephen observe the situation and walk towards your arm.

"Keep focusing project any corrupted magic into the dagger."

Strange got to position and casted a cleansing spell on you. Helping to slip the dark energy off you. You felt your powers slipping away from you as the dark matter did.

When you felt no more corrupted magic you stopped as there was no more magic to give. Your knees felt weak and you tried to walk towards the closest bed but crumble and fell like a new born baby giraffe.

"I got you gurl." Sam caught you before you hit the ground.

"That was very stupid of you..." Strange said as he walked towards the sword glowing red and black. He formed a shield around it as it levitated towards you. "Here this won't get your hand burnt."

"Y/N, your hand. It.... it, that looks like a raisin." Thor winced.

"Thank you Thor, for that obvious comment." your groaned standing up, carrying the bubble with the dagger with your undwounded hand you walked towards the blonde girl. Who seemed to be breathing better as her vitals improved. You took a deep breathe to feel her aura and her health. Which was improving slowly, slower than it must, you looked up towards the body 2 beds down. "Strange what can be evaluated of this mans vitals..."

Strange walked over to the white haired man and hovered over him. Levitating his file to his hands and read through it. "This man is, hm...."

"Check the jacket , TVA ever heard of anything like it." Sam said tossing the jacket towards Strange. Strange looked at the jacket spread wide open hovering infront of him. "Yes the TVA, yes...... I- I actually never heard of them is this made up?"

"Well there goes our backup." Sam groaned plopping himself back on the bed.

"Well there isn't anything we can do. I'll take the dagger back to my room and we'll recon with Loki tomorow... Everyone eat, the food is here get some sleep, meet up first thing tomorow morning 7 am." You said walking out the medbay. "Friday keep an eye on our guest... update us if anything."

"Yes boss." the loud speaker said before the doors closed.

"A bit random but shes can be very attractive when she gets all demanding and stern." Yelena smirked.

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You placed the sphere down on your tv table plopping down on your bed. You winced as your injured hand grazed against the sheets, clenching it with your other hand forcing down another healing spell, nothing, the redness seemed to fade away for a moment but it still looked bad.

There came a sudden knock on the door. "Y/N??" "Go away strange..."

"Actually." Thor opened the door and gave you a sympathetic smile.

"Thor... Hows-

"Your hand, does it hurt- is it corrupted- how are you do you feel well?" Thor rushed over to your side and sat down on your bed. "Let me see maybe I can be of an assistance.'

"If I remembered correctly you failed enchantment and healing lessons set by your own mother." you pulled your hand away.

"I have improved..." Thor said crossing his arms.

"Of course you have." You stood up and walked to your closet to change into something more comfortable.

"I'm sorry..."

"What?"

"I can't go through this again."

"No one is forcing you to be on this assingment. You may return to new asgard and take a break."

"You should be as well."

"Thor the team needs atleast 1 person who knows Loki."

"What if they didn't." Thor said plainly. You turned towards him confused, but you knew where he was getting to. " What if but for one moment we were selfish, what if we were not heroes, mere asgardians who simply needs to be born, live, then die."

"Thor-."

"You were right..." Thor sobbed, tears forming around his eyes. "It's just like Ragnarok all over again." He stared at the ground.

You walk towards Thor and lifted his chin up. "What can I say to the brother who has been my strength for centuries ..." You sighed "I know with Asgard gone, our duties blur with the destinies we thought we could have lived. For once... I really have nothing to say."

"He looks so much like him." Thor laid his head against your stomach. "I couldn't bear myself to get to know him."

You sighed and stroked his hair back. "You need not talk to him unless absolutely necesarry."

"Falling inlove with him... Loving my brother seems to be the one thing I cannot prevent myself from doing." Thor choked out. "Even though I know the outcome I can't help a part of myself to hope."

"Lets eat... you always feel better after we eat. We shouldn't think about this right now." You brought Thor up. As he leaned forward and embraced you.

"I miss him."

"Me too."

"It's been hard..."

"I know." You sniffled as you stopped the moment and stared out your window. You looked up to him. "Shall we join the others for dinner? "

"We shall." he smiled down as you placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

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Seeing JJK men shirtless for the first time

Pairings: (true form) Sukuna x fem! reader; Nanami x fem!reader; Choso x fem!reader; Gojo and Geto x fem!reader; Ino x fem!reader; Toji x fem!reader; Ijichi x fem!reader

Word Count: 6k (this is literally one third of my bachelor thesis lmao)

Warnings: Spice in Sukuna's, a little bit in Choso's and in Toji's part, true form Sukuna so slight spoilers regarding his appearance, I'm sorry but Choso's part is a lil shitty

Notes: You guys...This has to be my biggest fic yet and let me tell you, I poured my heart and soul into this piece. So please, if you find the time, leave me a like, a comment or a reblog. I appreciate it more than you could imagine 🤍

Sukuna

You don’t even know how you ended up here. To be exact, it still feels like a feverish dream to you. Only one second ago, you were on your way to find your friends, injured with your shoulder throbbing each passing second. But now…

Your eyes roam around the barely lit area, gleaming in that unpromising red light that runs shivers down your spine. There is absolutely no logical explanation for how you ended up here.

“Sure took you some time to finally wake up again.”

That dark voice hollering at you, the sarcastic undertone in it. It’s a man, without any doubt. And just by the sound of his masculine voice you can tell that he’s build like a wall.

Is it wise to move forward, to discover this place? Well, standing here like an idiot definitely won’t help to find a way out of here, right? And you definitely need to find out who that man is…

“Who are you?”

Your voice gets lost against the tall walls, echoes back at you over and over again. But no answer.

“Are you the reason for me being here?”

There is no doubt in the fact that his eyes are all over you. Like a hunter, he roams around you in silence while your tingling nerves almost cause you to lose your mind. Who is he? Where are you? What is all of this?

Your feet dash forward once again. Straight into the darkness, chasing after a dim beam of light that catches your interest immediately. Maybe this is your way out, maybe you’ll get to meet your friends again, maybe-

Suddenly your breath gets stuck in your throat, feet stopping immediately. That thing…

You swallow hard, eyes fixated on the most muscular male upper body you’ve seen in your entire life. No, this isn’t a thing. This is a grown man.

“Stop staring at me like that”, he growls with his now familiar voice.

This is him, the person who talked to you earlier. You want to confront him, want to ask him for a way out, but instead you stare him up and down. Those oh so muscular four arms decorated by hypnotizing tattoos, a chest so broad it takes you all your strength to outstand the urge to press your head against it. But what really catches you off guard is his mouth. No, not the mouth on his face. Your gaze gets caught by the parted lips that cover his stomach, teeth exposed to threatful that the thought of getting killed crosses your mind for a split second.

“Are you done now, stupid girl?”

Before you even realize what’s happening, you find yourself lying in his arms, his body pressed so tightly against yours that you fail to breathe. His half naked body, muscles touching your bare skin…

Oh god, this is so wrong. There is no doubt in the fact that this is Sukuna in his true form, the king of curses in his full glory. And you? You are nothing but a tiny human compared to him, an ant underneath his boot.

But why does it feel so good, then? Why do your knees give him, why does your body start to throb in places where it shouldn’t?

A whimper escapes your lips, body almost collapsing into itself when you can feel his mouth there.

Against your bare skin.

Caressing the sensitive flesh of your thighs.

“If you just break into my kingdom like that, then I can do whatever I want with you”, he whispers against your ear.

“P-please”, you groan, not even knowing yourself what exactly you’re begging for.

“(y/n)?”

You close your eyes, searching for the feeling of his tongue against your skin.

“(y/n)!”

No, don’t open your eyes, don’t get distracted.

“(Y/N)!”

When your eyes dart open again, you aren’t greeted by Sukuna’s stinging gaze. No, the innocent eyes that look at you filled with worry belong to someone else.

“Man, you really have me worrying out here for you. You just broke down and started whimpering”, Yuji explains while lifting you off the ground.

Was it…all a dream?

Nanami Kento

Your heart races, blood rushing through your ears like electricity. You told him right from the start that leaving on his own wasn’t a good idea, that the injuries of other jujutsu sorcerers make you believe this might be a special grade curse.

But Nanami Kento never listens when you worry about him.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but it seems like there’s a gaping wound placed under my ribcage on my right side.”

You didn’t hesitate a single second, rushed after him with your little case like you always do. As Shoko’s co-worker, it’s your responsibility to look after injured jujutsu sorcerers. Even though you’ll never be as good as her, you will always make it your mission to help as fast as possible.

Especially him.

His signal grows stronger and stronger with every step you dash towards his location, mind racing back and forth. A gaping wound, what is that supposed to mean? Did he get hit by a gun, a curse? You don’t allow yourself to catch your breath, eyes focused on the little dot that comes closer.

“Are you alright, (y/n)? You really don’t need to rush to my side like that.”

A wave of relief washes over you when you see him leaning against the wall of a public toilet. But only until you catch a glimpse of the deep red tissues covering the sink and ground, his usual dark blue shirt discoloured in horrific crimson.

All colour drains from yourself while you lunge yourself at him, thick fear rushing through your veins.

“Why didn’t you call me sooner? You already lost a hell amount of blood”, you press out, inspecting the wound carefully.

This looks bad. Really really bad. If you don’t act right now, if you don’t start to use your technique immediately…

“Take off that shirt. Now”, you instruct him without waiting for his response while putting on gloves and showering your hands in sanitizer.

You fail to understand the meaning of your automatic words until he stands in front of you, bare chested.

Oh.

Your breath gets stuck in your throat all over again, eyes shamelessly discovering the way his muscular chest rises and falls steady.

“Did you just…”

Suddenly your mouth feels dry like the desert, mind unable to form a single sentence. Since you know Nanami Kento, you always know him as that well-dressed gentlemen in that suit that makes his butt look delicious and his shirt that leaves you pondering about the way he might look underneath when you’re supposed to work. There was never an opportunity to peek at more than his veiny forearm. And now this force of a man is standing right in front of your hungry eyes, showing you that reality is so much better than everything you could have imagined.

“Sorry, didn’t you tell me to take my shirt off?”

“I…”

When Shoko wasn’t around, you always pondered about the way he might look under his dark blue shirt. Do his tight muscles draw those valleys onto his belly you’ve seen on TV before? Does his biceps have that popping vein his forearms make you suspect?

You can’t help but allow your eyes to roam around his frame freely. That little scar decorating his chest. Is it from a fight? And that minor trail of untrimmed hair that lets your gaze wander to places…

“I don’t want to be rude but…I’m not feeling that well, (y/n). Would you mind treating me?”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Blood rushes into your cheeks immediately, face heating up by the horrific thought that he caught you staring at his bare chest like an idiot. Fuck, he definitely thinks you’re nothing but a freak now. What if he’ll ignore you from now on? What if you won’t see him again after that? What a dumbass you are, didn’t you see countless men without a shirt on already-

“Hey, stop worrying. I’m more than flattered that I caught the attention of someone like you but…let’s do this when I’m feeling better.”

Your widened eyes fail to leave his oh so gorgeous face while your trembling hands go to work, mind too focused on what he just said.

“Let’s do what?”, you finally breathe out.

Is this…a smile forming on Kento Nanami’s lips? You feel like tripping all over again, heart pounding so roughly against your ribcage that you might pass out right by his side any given moment.

“I like the way you look at me, (y/n).”

What a simple reply. And yet, his words send you into another dimension.

“You…WHAT?”

Choso Kamo

Your body threatens to fail you, eyes in desperate search for Yuji. When Megumi finally gave in and told you he went out on his own, you almost lost your mind. Yuji, Sukuna’s vessel, on his own in Shibuya when everyone chases after him? Megumi definitely deserves another slap for that.

You sprint down the empty hallways of Shibuya’s train station, following the distant sound of battle. Please, let Yuji be alright. As his bigger sister, it was always your aim to protect him. When Yuji joined Jujutsu High, you did as well. When Yuji decided to fight in first row, you did too. There is no way you’ll allow your little brother to die, even though technically you aren’t related by blood. But even as your step brother, you can’t afford to lose him.

“Yuji?”

Nothing. Your body hollers back at you unanswered, mind slowly but surely starting to get into panic mode as the sound of cracking metal grows closer and closer.

And then you see it, the chaos that lays itself out in front of you dipped in neon purple lights. Blood is splattered across the area, the floor swimming in water that escapes the nearby toilet.

The toilet…You furrow your eyebrows. Is this… a wave of pink hair?

“Yuji?”

His eyes meet yours. The so determined gleam in them escapes instantly when fright replaces it.

“Get away from here right now, (y/n)!”, he screams at you just before a fist pushes him into a nearby wall violently.

Your brain threatens to fail you, body dashing into the toilet without thinking twice. Whoever this is will pay for hurting your brother so violently, for causing all this mess.

“Didn’t I tell you to walk away?”, Yuji questions with an irritated voice.

“And I told you more than once that I won’t leave you hanging!”, you hiss through gritted teeth.

“Are you two done?”

A male voice that makes you turn your head instantly. The second your eyes find him, your breath gets stuck in your throat. Oh, what a force of a man he is with strands of dark hair sticking to his wet face, his gorgeous eyes looking at you so unbothered. But what almost sweeps you off your feet is the way his robe allows you a single peek at his firm muscles that are lit by neon purple.

“Oh my”, you mumble to yourself.

Who on earth is this guy? Why is he fighting Yuji? But most importantly…Why does he have to look so steaming hot?

“Why are you not moving, (y/n)? Get out of here right now”, Yuji taunts urgently.

“What a waste”, you jeer at the man in front of you while taking a few steps towards him.

Choso can’t help but look at you bamboozled. How you move so confidently even though you don’t even know who he is, your eyes still fixated on…

His body? Are you looking at his abs?

“That a handsome guy like you acts like this.”

His eyes widen unintentionally, hands not daring to move. He should kill you right on the spot, should end your life just like that of Itadori Yuji. You’re partly responsible for the violent death of his brothers as well, given the fact that you’re also wearing that uniform. But his tight fists don’t dare to move a single inch, glued to his sides.

“Idiot, you don’t even know who you’re talking to. I will kill you just like Yuji Itadori, I will-“

“Will you, though?”

You come to a stand in front of him.

“W…What are you doing, (y/n)?”

Yuji’s voice shifts into the background. This definitely isn’t the first time you get close to a handsome man, but the others definitely weren’t that handsome. Just one look into his surprised eyes, the delicate marks on his face. And that force of a body. There is no doubt in the fact that this man trains a lot.

“I am distracting him, what else?”, you purr.

“I am not distracted.”

“Are you sure about that?”

Before he’s able to think about your words any further, you wrap your longing arms around his neck and hold him firmly against yourself.

“Because your eyes tell me something else.”

Now it’s Choso who fails to breathe. He never understood the simplicity of tender touch, the urge that drives humans almost crazy. What is so special about another hand placed against your skin, about lying in each other’s arms? He might have never understood if it wasn’t for you. You with your arm wrapped around his neck. You, with your free hand wandering down his chest, the wet fabric exposing his tight muscles without mercy.

In the split of a second, he begins to realize what touching each other seems to be about.

“Respect. Out of all the trained men I see on a daily basis, you have to be the most handsome one out of all. You work out a lot, don’t you?”

Your fingertips discover the valleys of his abs even further, force Choso to feel an uncomfortable tightness in his pants. Fuck, he doesn’t even know your name, has never seen you before. How is it even possible for you to have this power over him?

“None of your business, idiot”, he breathes out.

“What’s your name?”

Your voice does things to him his mind fails to understand, his sharp breath now hanging in the air between both of you. You are threatening, your glowy eyes showing more than urgently that you aren’t playing. But that slight smile on your face, the confidence dripping from every pore of your body…Who are you?

“Choso Kamo.”

“I’m (y/n)”, you reply while allowing your eyes to take one last glance at his tight abs.

Oh, you’ll definitely regret what you’re about to do. What if you won’t get to see him afterwards, the most handsome man you ever laid eyes on? There’s no other way, though.

“And I hope I’ll get the chance to be this close to you again.”

One innocent kiss pressed against his soft lips. One innocent kiss that sends him straight onto the ground, emerged into nothing but darkness. A pretty useful cursed technique, probably the reason why you get called femme fatale at Jujutsu High.

“What a shame, I really liked that guy”, you comment with Yuji coming to a stand right by your side.

“You didn’t have to touch his abs like that…”

“Oh I definitely did”, you reply instantly.

Your hands brush over his upper body one last time before you turn around and walk away.

Gojo Satoru & Geto Suguru

What a lovely day. Well, lovely apart from the stinging fact that you are forced to babysit the vessel of Tengen-sama when a bunch of bounty hunters chases after you. Your shaded eyes roam around the area without any break, too scared of the consequences that carelessness could have. In contrast to Gojo, you take this task very seriously. You, who is nothing but an average jujutsu sorcerer at jujutsu high, surpassed by her classmates a long time ago. Who, who only got the chance to go on this mission by coincidence.

Well, and then there’s him.

“(y/n), why are you not wearing a bikini? We’re at the beach, aren’t we?”

Gojo Satoru, the honoured one. Of course, they would choose him to escort the plasma vessel. It’s only logical for him to be here.

“We’re on a mission, Satoru”, you remind him urgently without even looking his way.

“Hey, are you alright? There’s no need to be so tense, (y/n). We have everything under control.”

And then there’s also him, Geto Suguru. The boy with the most charismatic smile you’ve even seen, so gentle and kind that it’s almost unbelievable he’s even talking to Satoru.

“I won’t be tense when she’s finally with Tengen-sama. This mission is very important to me”, you mumble with your eyes fixated on Riko and Misato walking in front of you, completely unbothered by the fact that both of them almost died more than once.

“Hey, stop looking so serious, (y/n)! I’m here to save you if it get’s heated”, Gojo purrs from behind, literally forcing you to roll your eyes behind your sunglasses.

“Why do you always have to tease her like this? (y/n) can help herself and you know that”, Geto remarks instantly, letting himself fall behind to mumble something you can’t understand into his best friend’s ear.

You worked your ass of for this opportunity, always stayed longer than anyone else on the training field, always learned until far past midnight while everyone else was sound asleep. There was never anything except getting a better jujutsu sorcerer in your life. God, you didn’t even have a single boyfriend in all those years.

Enough. You straighten your shoulders and force your eyes onto Rika again. For now, you have a job to do. There’s no time to think about something so wasteful as boys.

Your gaze roams around the beach before you allow the plasma vessel to get into the water with a wink. No one but a little family without cursed energy is located around you, so everything should be fine. Also, Gojo would have detected an enemy with his six eyes. Gojo…where on earth is he, though?

When you turn around in order to follow his and Geto’s muted voice, your breath gets stuck in your throat. You really don’t know what you expected when going to the beach with both Suguru and Satoru, but that? Both of them wear nothing but shorts and a shirt – an opened shirt. Your gaze hits their bare chests one after another, races back and forth while your mouth opens on its own. To be honest, you’ve never seen a real guy shirtless. Maybe here and there at the swimming pool when you were training or at the beach. But they weren’t like them. They weren’t this toned.

“Enjoying the view, (y/n)? Looks like a cat got ya tongue, huh?”, Satoru jeers at you.

“Not every girl looks at you, Satoru”, Suguru comments dryly.

“Hey, are you alright, (y/n)?”

You missed out.

Fuck, you definitely missed out.

How is this he first time you saw both of them shirtless? Geto with a firm body that doesn’t match his soft personality at all. Gojo, who isn’t only blessed with his immense powers but with a god-like body as well.

“I…Uh…”

You can’t find words. How are you supposed to say anything logical when your heart almost beats out of your chest? They were never more than comrades to you, never more than strong jujutsu sorcerers you look up to. But damn, at this very moment, you truly see them as man.

Suguru puts his hand on his hip which makes his muscles dance delicately, head tilted to the side in sheer confusion while he walks towards you. Lord have mercy, you really are doomed. How are you supposed to concentrate on this mission when now you’re aware of how they look underneath those strict uniforms?

“Are you feeling unwell? It’s totally fine if you go back to the ho-“

“No”, you interrupt Suguru immediately when he puts his hand on your shoulder.

His bare hand.

While he stands in front of you with his bare chest.

You never longed for men. No, your only interest has always been your training, to become greater, better, faster, stronger. But at this very moment, when both of their toned bodies stare right back at you, you suddenly feel a weakness you’ve never felt before, a hunger that was unknown until now.

“Can’t you see that (y/n) is busy staring at us right now, Suguru? Bet that’s your first time ever seeing something apart from training”, Satoru teases you.

Faster than your mind is able to follow, he stands in front of you, grabs your wrists and presses your palm against his naked chest. His heartbeat pulsates against your fingertips, forces a warmth between your legs you’ve never felt before. Those tiny hair that tickle against your oversensitive skin, the heat that radiates from his body, that makes you almost faint.

You stumble back a few steps only to get caught by Suguru, who presses you against his body firmly.

“Hey, are you not feeling well?”

“I…I…”, you stutter.

Oh god, you feel like dying and flying at the same time, lying like an idiot in Suguru’s arms while Satoru still grins at you.

“Want me to take off my pants as well, (y/n)?”

“SATORU!”

Ino Takuma

“Why do I have to train with this jerk again?”

Your eyes roll backwards while you let yourself fall onto a nearby bench theatrically. God, how much you hate that guy, the way he always acts so competent around Nanami makes your guts turn in pure disgust. Doesn’t he understand that you are better than him, that you are Nanami’s favorite student? Ino Takuma doesn’t stand a chance against you.

But why does Nanami insist on both of you training together, then?

“Because both of you need to work on your abilities and you complement each other perfectly.”

“That’s not true!”, you answer along with each other instantly.

No, you despise Ino with all your heart. There’s nothing you could learn from him. Him with that stupid grin, him with that dumb confident walk, him in that oversized black sweater.

“I will be back after my mission. It is your choice how you spend your time until then. Stay safe.”

Fuck, Nanami knows exactly what he did with those words. Of course, there’s no way around spending your time with that jerk now.

“Can you stop breathing so fucking loud?”, you jeer at him.

“Me? Nothing but hot air comes out of your mouth. Save your breath, idiot”, Ino bites back instantly.

“You know what? Let’s start right now. I can’t wait to beat your puny ass.”

You dash to the other side of the large room after bumping into his shoulder provocatively. There is no doubt in the fact that you will make Ino regret coming into your life like this. You are the one and only one who deserves a recommendation from Nanami and not him. Just one look into his oh so confident face makes your veins pulsate.

“What’s wrong? Are you scared, (y/n)?”

You let out your shaky breath, hands balling into tight fists. That fucker will regret every stupid comment he ever made when you’re done with him.

“If you were as good at staying dumb stuff as you were at fighting, you’d probably be a special grade by now.”

He dashes towards you with his mask covering his face. Just in time, you are able to dodge his merciless attack while holding onto your sword so tightly that your knuckles stand out white. Over and over, he tries to hit you, tries to distract you while you swing your swords without regard as well.

“I won’t lose this fight, (y/n)”, he presses out while pushing you backwards.

“I won’t either.”

Over and over, again and again, your body collapse against each other, his flying fist missing your face only by inches. You have to fight back harder, sweat sticks to your forehead while you squint your eyes in order to follow his rapid movements. How much you hate to even think about the stinging fact that Ino is a decent fighter, that both of you actually meet eye to eye.

You ball your fists even tighter, let your powers roam free in your pulsating veins. Still, you won’t allow him to win this. You will stump him into the ground, make Nanami proud, show him that you deserve his recommendation. This is your only way to become a grade 1 sorcerer, to surpass Ino.

With one well-placed dash of your bare hand, his sweater gets torn into pieces while you position yourself in front of him, so ready to give him that last hit he deserves, so ready to win this fight.

This fight…Your eyes follow the movement of your hand, watch how the black fabric hangs on for dear life, how it reveals something you’ve never seen before.

Your eyes widen in sheer surprise, blinking against the sudden sensation that hits you. Are those really Ino’s abs? So well-toned that you simply can’t look away, covered in a layer of glittering sweat and flexed to the brim.

“Oh my god”, you mutter to yourself.

This is definitely not the sight you expected. Of course you know how much he trains, that he has to be somehow fit. But that?

“Why you’re looking at me like that?”

“You look like fucking adonis”, you spit at him.

“Why do you have to look so damn good?”

“Huh?”

“This is not fair”, you continue, grabbing his arm and yanking him towards you.

“You don’t deserve to look like that.”

“Are you out of your mind, you idiot?”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

Like in slow motion, a sudden redness creeps up his face and discolors his cheeks red.

“Just shut the fuck up”, he continues.

Your eyes travel downwards his body again. What a great figure, what a body of steel. Why does it have to be Ino Takumo who looks this damn good? Why on earth does it have to be him? Your cheeks heat up like fire, a nauseous feeling threatening to eat you up alive. Is it even more disgust, more hatred than you already hold for him? No, this feels somehow different.

Is this…desire?

“I need to get out of here”, you announce before turning on your heel and aiming to walk away.

“No, there’s no way in hell I’ll let you leave like that you creep. Did you just check me out? I thought you’re disgusted of me.”

He grabs your arm and pulls you backwards before you’re able to stop him, his eyes gleaming at you.

There you stand, both of you with red faces, just looking at each other like plain idiots while you force yourself to keep your eyes focused on his face.

“You don’t deserve to be this hot”, you reply in a haste.

Why do his lips suddenly look this inviting? You actually never saw him up-close, always kept your save distance to your greatest enemy. Ino is a jerk, nothing but a trash talker, a pain in your ass since you first saw him. But on the other hand, he’s well-toned and strangely handsome with the way a coat of sweat decorates his forehead, his troubled eyes and those lips. Those lips you never payed attention to, those lips who did nothing but talking shit until this day. You can’t help but wonder how they feel pressed against yours, how his abs feel pressed against the palms of your hand. Out of instinct, your head moves forward, closes the gap between both of you step by step. How did you never notice his delicate smell and how hot he looks with that mask?

“Ino”, you breathe his name out like a prayer.

“(y/n)…”

“What’s going on here?”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You stumble backwards immediately, heart dropping to the floor. There he stands like a knight in shining armour. None other than Nanami Kento.

“I didn’t know you were still busy, I’ll come ba-“

“This is a misunderstanding”, you desperately try to explain yourself.

And there it is. Even worse than seeing him standing in front of you with his arms crossed after catching you only inches away from your worst enemy.

A smile. A tiny fucking smile forming on Nanami’s lips.

“Is it, (y/n)?”

“I hate you”, Ino mumbles next to you.

“I hate you too.”

Toji Fushiguro

To say that you’re bored is an understatement. You feel like fucking dying with that little brat walking by your side. These last days were like a trip to hell and back.

“Let me say I’ll never babysit some stupid kid again”, you announce into the silence around you, earning a cheeky grin from Gojo.

“Totally agree with that.”

“Oh yeah?”, Riko replies challenging.

Just seconds before a blade pierces trough Gojo next to you with full force.

Just before his blood splatters across your face.

“Satoru”, you hear Geto breathe out far away.

“Get Riko away from here right now”, you instruct him out of instinct.

When you turn around, you get greeted by the hottest green eyes you’ve ever seen. The man who forces his blade straight into Gojo’s chest looks stunning with that maniac smile plastered on his gorgeous face.

“Now that’s a pleasant surprise. Apart from piercing through my friend, of course”, you comment dryly.

It’s clear that he’s older than you. Just one glance into his masculine face tells you that he’s no one to be messed with. Well, separately from the sword he pierced through the honoured one.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt ya, princess. But you and your little friends have something I need to kill”, his low seductive voice hollers back at you.

“(y/n), you shouldn’t stay here, y-“

“I got this Suguru. Get Riko to Tengen-sama as soon as possible”, you interrupt him immediately.

Your heart almost beats out of your chest by only a glimpse at the stranger standing in front of you. Finally, something exciting. Or rather, someone exciting.

“C’mon, we both know I can’t let that happen, princess.”

“Get out of here as well and use your reversed technique, Gojo”, you instruct the white-haired man again.

“I’m the honoured one, remember?”

“Well, I’m a woman”, you hiss through gritted teeth while walking past him.

“Seems like we have to fight, then.”

His smirk is intoxicating while he dashes towards you with neck-breaking speed. Over and over, you escape his blade just by inches while enjoying the wave of dopamine that rushes over you.

“You’re hot”, you jeer at him while dodging another attack.

“Ya know, we don’t have to fight here. Lemme finish this real quick and then we’ll have a talk under four eyes”, he replies with his enormous biceps rushing over your head.

“A talk, I’d rather see you naked.”

“Oh yeah? Don’t force yourself.”

A grin creeps up your face while you attack him with both of your swords, swinging through the air so effortlessly that he can’t help but stare at you. How are you so different from all the women he’s met before? So fearless, so forbidden hot. Maybe not his age, but given the gleam in your eyes mature.

What he’d do to run his fingers through your hair once, to watch your expression twitch underneath his merciless touch. You’d sure feel good pressed against his body with your bare back pressed against the mattress.

“Oh no, seems like I broke your shirt. What a shame”, you purr with your eyes locked onto his now exposed upper body.

Just as you expected, exactly how you imagined a man like him to look like. A body built from heaven itself, his abs so firm that you’re sure they’d feel like cement underneath your touch. What a force of a man.

What a shame he came here to sabotage your mission.

“Would have happened sooner or later anyway”, he replies while pinning you against a nearby tree, desire obviously clouding his dark eyes.

You can’t deny the fact that you are oh so tempted to enjoy this little sensation, a timeout from that shitty mission. Carefully, you allow your hands to discover the valleys his upper body has to offer, to feel his muscles tense underneath your merciless touch. There’s no shame in admitting that this was your favorite first glance of a male for a long time.

“You’re probably my favorite.”

The smirk on his face grows even wider while he traps you between his strong arms. What a shame, you think to yourself. You definitely have to tell Gojo to work out even harder after seeing a guy like him.

“But I can’t afford to play favorites when it comes to men. You’re in my way and if you sabotage my mission, I’m screwed, big guy. Let’s just stay here and let that girl live-“

Suddenly all air escapes your lungs, you fail to breathe when he pushes your body onto the ground with full force.

“Thought you were in control, huh? Too bad for ya, I don’t get distracted by a girl touching my abs. Even though I have to admit you’re a nice one. Now you stay here and let me finish your little friend before killing that vessel, okay?”

Your eyes widen in sheer horror as he simply walks away. Him, with his shirt hanging in shreds down his body, exposing his shamelessly toned back to your watery eyes.

He tricked you with the force of his muscles. And you actually fell for it.

Ijichi Kiyotaka

Your heart is racing in your chest, fingertips trembling by the nauseous wave of stress that washes over you. Again, something you didn’t calculate correctly. Again, some students got stuck underneath a curtain.

Your feet rush you to his room immediately. He’s probably the only one who’s able to fix the mess you’ve caused. After all, this is what he always does. Making sure no one gets hurt, having your back when things get messy.

For you, Ijichi is a blessing walking on earth. And he might be your only saviour right now.

With rapid steps, you dash into the building you know so well, the building he calls his come. Even if blindfolded, you’d always find your way to the man who seems so powerless in a world full of people who are ridiculously strong. Forced into the shadow, always looking out for everyone except himself.

“Ijichi, I need your help, I-“

You dashed into his flat like you always do, expected him sitting on the table while reading a book like he always does when you come around. But today, that doesn’t seem to be the chase. All of the sudden your mouth starts to feel dry, eyes fixated on nothing but his naked upper body.

His naked upper body.

“(y/n)! I…I didn’t expect you here today!”, he frantically mumbles while fighting for dear life with his white shirt.

“I never expected you to be so trained”, you breathe out, glance getting stuck on his surprisingly toned chest and six-pack.

“Don’t make fun of me, (y/n). I’m just an average guy”, he tries to laugh your words off.

“You look fantastic. Literally, you’re definitely able to keep up with Gojo. Are you training in secret?”, you insist.

“Don’t say something like that too loud, (y/n). If he hears you-“

“It’s nothing but the truth. You look absolutely…stunning.”

“Stunning” isn’t enough of a description for those butterflies violently racing through your stomach. It takes all your strength to stop your eyes from moving downwards again, to burn the picture of his toned abs inside your brain. How are you supposed to ever look into his face when knowing very well what an attractive man he is?

“Do you…mean it?”

His eyes meet yours, search for a spark of sarcasm in your glance. But there is no doubt in the fact that you mean it. Every single word you said about his lousy body, the praises.

A woman like you…Finding him attractive?

“Of course I do”, you mumble.

Oh.

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